Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. Sir, my life is yours,
Pis. I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistris,
Pis. I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,
Pis. Nor when she purposes returne. Beseech your Highnes,
Pis. Hold me your loyall Seruant.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Good my Liege,
Lord. The day that she was missing, he was heere;
Lord. I dare be bound hee's true, and shall performe
Lord. All parts of his subiection loyally. For Cloten,
Lord. There wants no diligence in seeking him,
Lord. And will no doubt be found.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. The time is troublesome:
Cym. Wee'l slip you for a season, but our iealousie
Cym. Do's yet depend.
Lord. So please your Maiesty,
Lord. The Romaine Legions, all from Gallia drawne,
Lord. Are landed on your Coast, with a supply