Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and periur'd
Imo. From thy great faile: Come Fellow, be thou honest,
Imo. Do thou thy Masters bidding. When thou seest him,
Imo. A little witnesse my obedience. Looke
Imo. I draw the Sword my selfe, take it, and hit
Imo. The innocent Mansion of my Loue (my Heart:)
Imo. Feare not, 'tis empty of all things, but Greefe:
Imo. Thy Master is not there, who was indeede
Imo. The riches of it. Do his bidding, strike,
Imo. Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause;
Imo. But now thou seem'st a Coward.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. Hence vile Instrument,
Pis. Thou shalt not damne my hand.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Why, I must dye:
Imo. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
Imo. No Seruant of thy Masters. Against Selfe‑slaughter,
Imo. There is a prohibition so Diuine,
Imo. That crauens my weake hand: Come, heere's my heart: