Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. You claspe young Cupids Tables: good Newes Gods.
Imo. IVstice and your Fathers wrath (should he take me in his
Imo. Dominion) could not be so cruell to me, as you: (oh the dee
Imo. rest of Creatures) would euen renew me with your eyes. Take
Imo. notice that I am in Cambria at Milford‑Hauen: what your
Imo. owne Loue, will out of this aduise you, follow. So he wishes you
Imo. all happinesse, that remaines loyall to his Vow, and your encrea
Imo. sing in Loue.
Imo. Leonatus Posthumus.
Imo. Oh for a Horse with wings: Hear'st thou Pisanio?
Imo. He is at Milford‑Hauen: Read, and tell me
Imo. How farre 'tis thither. If one of meane affaires
Imo. May plod it in a weeke, why may not I
Imo. Glide thither in a day? Then true Pisanio,
Imo. Who long'st like me, to see thy Lord; who long'st
Imo. (Oh let me bate) but not like me: yet long'st
Imo. But in a fainter kinde. Oh not like me:
Imo. For mine's beyond, beyond: say, and speake thicke
Imo. (Loues Counsailor should fill the bores of hearing,
Imo. To'th'smothering of the Sense) how farre it is