Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. To this same blessed Milford. And by'th'way
Imo. Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
Imo. T'inherite such a Hauen. But first of all,
Imo. How we may steale from hence: and for the gap
Imo. That we shall make in Time, from our hence‑going,
Imo. And our returne, to excuse: but first, how get hence.
Imo. Why should excuse be borne or ere begot?
Imo. Weele talke of that heereafter. Prythee speake,
Imo. How many store of Miles may we well rid
Imo. Twixt houre, and houre?
Pis. Pis.
Pis. One score 'twixt Sun, and Sun,
Pis. Madam's enough for you: and too much too.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Why, one that rode to's Excution Man,
Imo. Could neuer go so slow: I haue heard of Riding wagers,
Imo. Where Horses haue bin nimbler then the Sands
Imo. That run i'th'Clocks behalfe. But this is Foolrie,
Imo. Go, bid my Woman faigne a Sicknesse, say
Imo. She'le home to her Father; and prouide me presently