Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. My Lord, when last I went to visit her,
Qu. She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,
Qu. Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie,
Qu. She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you
Qu. Which dayly she was bound to proffer: this
Qu. She wish'd me to make knowne: but our great Court
Qu. Made me too blame in memory.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Her doores lock'd?
Cym. Not seene of late? Grant Heauens, that which I
Cym. Feare, proue false.
Cym. Exit.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Sonne, I say, follow the King.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. That man of hers, Pisanio, her old Seruant
Clot. I haue not seene these two dayes.
Clot. Exit.
Qu. Go, looke after: