Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Imo.
Imo. What hoa, Pisanio?
Iach. Iach.
Iach. Let me my seruice tender on your lippes.
Imo. Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue
Imo. So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable
Imo. Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue, not
Imo. For such an end thou seek'st, as base, as strange:
Imo. Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as farre
Imo. From thy report, as thou from Honor: and
Imo. Solicites heere a Lady, that disdaines
Imo. Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Pisanio?
Imo. The King my Father shall be made acquainted
Imo. Of thy Assault: if he shall thinke it fit,
Imo. A sawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart
Imo. As in a Romish Stew, and to expound
Imo. His beastly minde to vs; he hath a Court
Imo. He little cares for, and a Daughter, who
Imo. He not respects at all. What hoa, Pisanio?