Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Post.
Post. How, how? Another?
Post. You gentle Gods, giue me but this I haue,
Post. And seare vp my embracements from a next,
Post. With bonds of death. Remaine, remaine thou heere,
Post. While sense can keepe it on: And sweetest, fairest,
Post. As I (my poore selfe) did exchange for you
Post. To your so infinite losse; so in our trifles
Post. I still winne of you. For my sake weare this,
Post. It is a Manacle of Loue, Ile place it
Post. Vpon this fayrest Prisoner.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. O the Gods!
Imo. When shall we see againe?
Imo. Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
Post. Alacke, the King.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Thou basest thing, auoyd hence, from my sight:
Cym. If after this command thou fraught the Court