Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. But Clay and Clay, differs in dignitie,
Imo. Whose dust is both alike. I am very sicke,
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Go you to Hunting, Ile abide with him.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. So sicke I am not, yet I am not well:
Imo. But not so Citizen a wanton, as
Imo. To seeme to dye, ere sicke: So please you, leaue me,
Imo. Sticke to your Iournall course: the breach of Custome,
Imo. Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Imo. Cannot amend me. Society, is no comfort
Imo. To one not sociable: I am not very sicke,
Imo. Since I can reason of it: pray you trust me heere,
Imo. Ile rob none but my selfe, and let me dye
Imo. Stealing so poorely.
Gui. I loue thee: I haue spoke it,
Gui. How much the quantity, the waight as much,
Gui. As I do loue my Father.
Bel. Bel.