Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Will serue our long Interrogatories. See,
Cym. Posthumus Anchors vpon Imogen;
Cym. And she (like harmlesse Lightning) throwes her eye
Cym. On him: her Brothers, Me: her Master hitting
Cym. Each obiect with a Ioy: the Counter‑change
Cym. Is seuerally in all. Let's quit this ground,
Cym. And smoake the Temple with our Sacrifices.
Cym. Thou art my Brother, so wee'l hold thee euer.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. You are my Father too, and did releeue me:
Imo. To see this gracious season.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. All ore‑ioy'd
Cym. Saue these in bonds, let them be ioyfull too,
Cym. For they shall taste our Comfort.
Imo. My good Master, I will yet do you seruice.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Happy be you.