Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. Please you Madam.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. What houre is it?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Almost midnight, Madam.
Imo. I haue read three houres then:
Imo. Mine eyes are weake,
Imo. Fold downe the leafe where I haue left: to bed.
Imo. Take not away the Taper, leaue it burning:
Imo. And if thou canst awake by foure o'th'clock,
Imo. I prythee call me: Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly.
Imo. To your protection I commend me, Gods,
Imo. From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,
Imo. Guard me beseech yee.
Imo. Sleepes.
Imo. Iachimo from the Trunke.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. The Crickets sing, and mans ore‑labor'd sense
Iach. Repaires it selfe by rest: Our Tarquine thus