Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pisa. And kist it, Madam.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Senselesse Linnen, happier therein then I:
Imo. And that was all?
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. No Madam: for so long
Pisa. As he could make me with his eye, or eare,
Pisa. Distinguish him from others, he did keepe
Pisa. The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife,
Pisa. Still wauing, as the fits and stirres of's mind
Pisa. Could best expresse how slow his Soule sayl'd on,
Pisa. How swift his Ship.
Imo. Thou should'st haue made him
Imo. As little as a Crow, or lesse, ere left
Imo. To after‑eye him.
Pisa. Madam, so I did.
Imo. I would haue broke mine eye‑strings;