Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Enter Imogen.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Good masters harme me not:
Imo. Before I enter'd heere, I call'd, and thought
Imo. To haue begg'd, or bought, what I haue took: good troth
Imo. I haue stolne nought, nor would not, though I had found
Imo. Gold strew'd i'th'Floore. Heere's money for my Meate,
Imo. I would haue left it on the Boord, so soone
Imo. As I had made my Meale; and parted
Imo. With Pray'rs for the Prouider.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Money? Youth.
Aru. Aru.
Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt,
Aru. As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of those
Aru. Who worship durty Gods.
Imo. I see you're angry:
Imo. Know, if you kill me for my fault, I should
Imo. Haue dyed, had I not made it.