Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Plucke a hard sentence: Prythee valiant youth
Cym. Deny't againe.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. I haue spoke it, and I did it.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. He was a Prince.
Gui. A most inciuill one. The wrongs he did mee
Gui. Were nothing Prince‑like; for he did prouoke me
Gui. With Language that would make me spurne the Sea,
Gui. If it could so roare to me. I cut off's head,
Gui. And am right glad he is not standing heere
Gui. To tell this tale of mine.
Cym. I am sorrow for thee:
Cym. By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd, and must
Cym. Endure our Law: Thou'rt dead.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. That headlesse man I thought had bin my Lord