Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. That you haue tasted her in Bed; my hand,
Post. And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion
Post. You had of her pure Honour; gaines, or looses,
Post. Your Sword, or mineor Masterlesse leaue both
Post. To who shall finde them.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. Sir, my Circumstances
Iach. Being so nere the Truth, as I will make them,
Iach. Must first induce you to beleeue; whose strength
Iach. I will confirme with oath, which I doubt not
Iach. You'l
Iach. The Tragedie of Cymbeline.
Iach. You'l giue me leaue to spare, when you shall finde
Iach. You neede it not.
Post. Post.
Post. Proceed.
Iach. First, her Bed‑chamber
Iach. (Where I confesse I slept not, but professe
Iach. Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd