Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. They take for Naturall Father. The Game is vp.
Bel. Exit.
Bel. Scena Quarta.
Bel. [Act 3, Scene 4]
Bel. Enter Pisanio and Imogen.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Thou told'st me when we came frō from horse, yͤ place
Imo. Was neere at hand: Ne're long'd my Mother so
Imo. To see me first, as I haue now: Pisanio, Man:
Imo. Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind
Imo. That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
Imo. From th'inward of thee? One, but painted thus
Imo. Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Imo. Beyond selfe‑explication. Put thy selfe
Imo. Into a hauiour of lesse feare, ere wildnesse
Imo. Vanquish my stayder Senses. What's the matter?
Imo. Why render'st thou that Paper to me, with
Imo. A looke vntender? If't be Summer Newes
Imo. Smile too't before: if Winterly, thou need'st
Imo. But keepe that count'nance stil. My Husbands hand?