Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Imo.
Imo. Past hope, and in dispaire, that way past Grace.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. That might'st haue had
Cym. The sole Sonne of my Queene.
Imo. O blessed, that I might not: I chose an Eagle,
Imo. And did auoyd a Puttocke.
Cym. Thou took'st a Begger, would'st haue made my
Cym. Throne, a Seate for basenesse.
Imo. No, I rather added a lustre to it.
Cym. O thou vilde one!
Imo. Sir,
Imo. It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus:
Imo. You bred him as my Play‑fellow, and he is
Imo. A man, worth any woman: Ouer‑buyes mee