Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. Enter Imogen.
Pis. I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. How now Pisanio?
Pis. Pis.
Pis. Madam, heere is a Letter from my Lord.
Imo. Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus?
Imo. Oh, learn'd indeed were that Astronomer
Imo. That knew the Starres, as I his Characters,
Imo. Heel'd lay the Future open. You good Gods,
Imo. Let what is heere contain'd, rellish of Loue,
Imo. Of my Lords health, of his content: yet not
Imo. That we two are asunder, let that grieue him;
Imo. Some griefes are medcinable, that is one of them,
Imo. For it doth physicke Loue, of his content,
Imo. All but in that. Good Wax, thy leaue: blest be
Imo. You Bees that make these Lockes of counsaile. Louers,
Imo. And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike,
Imo. Though Forfeytours you cast in prison, yet