Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach' That all the plagues of Hell should at one time
Iach' Encounter such reuolt.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. My Lord, I feare
Imo. Has forgot Brittaine.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. And himselfe, not I
Iach. Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce
Iach. The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces
Iach. That from my muest Conscience, to my tongue,
Iach. Charmes this report out.
Imo. Let me heare no more.
Iach. O deerest Soule: your Cause doth strike my hart
Iach. With pitty, that doth make me sicke. A Lady
Iach. So faire, and fasten'd to an Emperie
Iach. Would make the great'st King double, to be partner'd
Iach. With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that selfe exhibition
Iach. Which your owne Coffers yeeld: with diseas'd ventures