Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Though Inke be made of Gall.
Post. Enter Queene.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Be briefe, I pray you:
Qu. If the King come, I shall incurre, I know not
Qu. How much of his displeasure: yet Ile moue him
Qu. To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong,
Qu. But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends:
Qu. Payes deere for my offences.
Post. Post.
Post. Should we be taking leaue
Post. As long a terme as yet we haue to liue,
Post. The loathnesse to depart, would grow: Adieu.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Nay, stay a little:
Imo. Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe,
Imo. Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue)
Imo. This Diamond was my Mothers; take it (Heart)
Imo. But keepe it till you woo another Wife,
Imo. When Imogen is dead.