Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. With thy vnworthinesse, thou dyest. Away,
Cym. Thou'rt poyson to my blood.
Post. Post.
Post. The Gods protect you,
Post. And blesse the good Remainders of the Court:
Post. I am gone.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
Imo. More sharpe then this is.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. O disloyall thing,
Cym. That should'st repayre my youth, thou heap'st
Cym. A yeares age on mee.
Imo. I beseech you Sir,
Imo. Harme not your selfe with your vexation,
Imo. I am senselesse of your Wrath; a Touch more rare
Imo. Subdues all pangs, all feares.
Cym. Past Grace? Obedience?