Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. Of Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate sent.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Now for the Counsaile of my Son and Queen,
Cym. I am amaz'd with matter.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Good my Liege,
Lord. Your preparation can affront no lesse
Lord. Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're (ready:
Lord. The want is, but to put those Powres in motion,
Lord. That long to moue.
Cym. I thanke you: let's withdraw
Cym. And meete the Time, as it seekes vs. We feare not
Cym. What can from Italy annoy vs, but
Cym. We greeue at chances heere. Away.
Cym. Exeunt
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. I heard no Letter from my Master, since
Pisa. I wrote him Imogen was slaine. 'Tis strange:
Pisa. Nor heare I from my Mistris, who did promise