Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. A drop of blood a day, and being aged
Cym. Dye of this Folly.
Cym. Exit.
Cym. Enter Pisanio.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Fye, you must giue way:
Qu. Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. My Lord your Sonne, drew on my Master.
Qu. Hah?
Qu. No harme I trust is done?
Pisa. There might haue beene,
Pisa. But that my Master rather plaid, then fought,
Pisa. And had no helpe of Anger: they were parted
Pisa. By Gentlemen, at hand.
Qu. I am very glad on't.
Imo. Imo.