Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. The malice towards you, to forgiue you. Liue
Post. And deale with others better.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Nobly doom'd:
Cym. Wee'l learne our Freenesse of a Sonne‑in‑Law:
Cym. Pardon's the word to all.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. You holpe vs Sir,
Arui. As you did meane indeed to be our Brother,
Arui. Ioy'd are we, that you are.
Post. Post.
Post. Your Seruant Princes. Good my Lord of Rome
Post. Call forth your Sooth‑sayer: As I slept, me thought
Post. Great Iupiter vpon his Eagle back'd
Post. Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shewes
Post. Of mine owne Kindred. When I wak'd, I found
Post. This Labell on my bosome; whose containing
Post. Is so from sense in hardnesse, that I can
Post. Make
Post. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.