Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. The forlorne Souldier, that so Nobly fought
Cym. He would haue well becom'd this place, and grac'd
Cym. The thankings of a King.
Post. Post.
Post. I am Sir
Post. The Souldier that did company these three
Post. In poore beseeming: 'twas a fitment for
Post. The purpose I then follow'd. That I was he,
Post. Speake Iachimo, I had you downe, and might
Post. Haue made you finish.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. I am downe againe:
Iach. But now my heauie Conscience sinkes my knee,
Iach. As then your force did. Take that life, beseech you
Iach. Which I so often owe: but your Ring first,
Iach. And heere the Bracelet of the truest Princesse
Iach. That euer swore her Faith.
Post. Kneele not to me:
Post. The powre that I haue on you, is to spare you: