Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution
Imo. Of space, had pointed him sharpe as my Needle:
Imo. Nay, followed him, till he had melted from
Imo. The smalnesse of a Gnat, to ayre: and then
Imo. Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Pisanio,
Imo. When shall we heare from him.
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. Be assur'd Madam,
Pisa. With his next vantage.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. I did not take my leaue of him, but had
Imo. Most pretty things to say: Ere I could tell him
Imo. How I would thinke on him at certaine houres,
Imo. Such thoughts, and such: Or I could make him sweare,
Imo. The Shees of Italy should not betray
Imo. Mine Interest, and his Honour: or haue charg'd him
Imo. At the sixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight,
Imo. T'encounter me with Orisons; for then
Imo. I am in Heauen for him: Or ere I could,
Imo. Giue him that parting kisse, which I had set