Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. Ile be reueng'd:
Clot. His mean'st Garment? Well.
Clot. Exit.
Clot. Scena Quarta.
Clot. [Act 2, Scene 4]
Clot. Enter Posthumus, and Philario.
Post. Post.
Post. Feare it not Sir: I would I were so sure
Post. To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour
Post. Will remaine her's.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. What meanes do you make to him?
Post. Not any: but abide the change of Time,
Post. Quake in the present winters state, and wish
Post. That warmer dayes would come: In these fear'd hope
Post. I barely gratifie your loue; they fayling
Post. I must die much your debtor.
Phil. Your very goodnesse, and your company,