Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. Musicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares
Clot. which Horse‑haires, and Calues‑guts, nor the voyce of
Clot. vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.
Clot. Enter Cymbaline, and Queene.
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2 Heere comes the King.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. I am glad I was vp so late, for that's the reason
Clot. I was vp fo so earely: he cannot choose but take this Ser
Clot. uice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Ma
Clot. iesty, and to my gracious Mother.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter
Cym. Will she not forth?
Clot. I haue assayl'd her with Musickes, but she vouch
Clot. safes no notice.
Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new,
Cym. She hath not yet forgot him, some more time