Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Pisanio, thou that stand'st so for Posthumus,
Qu. He hath a Drugge of mine: I pray, his absence
Qu. Proceed by swallowing that. For he beleeues
Qu. It is a thing most precious. But for her,
Qu. Where is she gone? Haply dispaire hath seiz'd her:
Qu. Or wing'd with feruour of her loue, she's flowne
Qu. To her desir'd Posthumus: gone she is,
Qu. To death, or to dishonor, and my end
Qu. Can make good vse of either. Shee being downe,
Qu. I haue the placing of the Brittish Crowne.
Qu. Enter Cloten.
Qu. How now, my Sonne?
Clot. Clot.
Clot. 'Tis certaine she is fled:
Clot. Go in and cheere the King, he rages, none
Clot. Dare come about him.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. All the better: may
Qu. This night fore‑stall him of the comming day.
Qu. Exit Qu.