Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. A thing more made of malice, then of duty,
Cym. We haue noted it. Call her before vs, for
Cym. We haue beene too slight in sufferance.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Royall Sir,
Qu. Since the exile of Posthumus, most retyr'd
Qu. Hath her life bin: the Cure whereof, my Lord,
Qu. 'Tis time must do. Beseech your Maiesty,
Qu. Forbeare sharpe speeches to her. Shee's a Lady
Qu. So tender of rebukes, that words are stroke;,
Qu. And strokes death to her.
Qu. Enter a Messenger.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Where is she Sir? How
Cym. Can her contempt be answer'd?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Please you Sir,
Mes. Her Chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer
Mes. That will be giuen to'th'lowd of noise, we make.