Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Exeunt
Luc. Scena Tertia.
Luc. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Luc. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Againe: and bring me word how 'tis with her,
Cym. A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne;
Cym. A
Cym. The Tragedie of Cymbeline.
Cym. A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,
Cym. How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
Cym. The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene
Cym. Vpon a desperae bed, and in a time
Cym. When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,
Cym. So needfull for this present? It strikes me, past
Cym. The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,
Cym. Who needs must know of her departure, and
Cym. Dost seeme so ignorant, wee'l enforce it from thee
Cym. By a sharpe Torture.
Pis. Pis.