Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Post. For wrying but a little? Oh Pisanio,
Post. Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands:
Post. No Bond, but to do iust ones. Gods, if you
Post. Should haue 'tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer
Post. Had liu'd to put on this: so had you saued
Post. The noble Imogen, to repent, and strooke
Post. Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke,
Post. You snatch some hence for little faults; that's loue
Post. To haue them fall no more: you some permit
Post. To second illes with illes, each elder worse,
Post. And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift.
Post. But Imogen is your owne, do your best willes,
Post. And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither
Post. Among th'Italian Gentry, and to fight
Post. Against my Ladies Kingdome: 'Tis enough
Post. That (Britaine) I haue kill'd thy Mistris: Peace,
Post. Ile giue no wound to thee: therefore good Heauens,
Post. Heare patiently my purpose. Ile disrobe me
Post. Of these Italian weedes, and suite my selfe