Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Imo.
Imo. Am I one Sir?
Imo. You looke on me: what wrack discerne you in me
Imo. Deserues your pitty?
Iach. Iach.
Iach. Lamentable: what
Iach. To hide me from the radiant Sun, and solace
Iach. I'th'Dungeon by a Snuffe.
Imo. I pray you Sir,
Imo. Deliuer with more opennesse your answeres
Imo. To my demands. Why do you pitty me?
Iach. That others do,
Iach. (I was about to say) enioy your ⸺but
Iach. It is an office of the Gods to venge it,
Iach. Not mine to speake on't.
Imo. You do seeme to know
Imo. Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you