Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. May be call'd ransome, let it come: Sufficeth,
Luc. A Roman, with a Romans heart can suffer:
Luc. Augustus liues to thinke on't: and so much
Luc. For my peculiar care. This one thing onely
Luc. I will entreate, my Boy (a Britaine borne)
Luc. Let him be ransom'd: Neuer Master had
Luc. A Page so kinde, so duteous, diligent,
Luc. So tender ouer his occasions, true,
Luc. So feate, so Nurse‑like: let his vertue ioyne
Luc. With my request, which Ile make bold your Highnesse
Luc. Cannot deny: he hath done no Britaine harme,
Luc. Though he haue seru'd a Roman. Saue him (Sir)
Luc. And spare no blood beside.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. I haue surely seene him:
Cym. His fauour is familiar to me: Boy,
Cym. Thou hast look'd thy selfe into my grace,
Cym. And art mine owne. I know not why, wherefore,
Cym. To say, liue boy: ne're thanke thy Master, liue;
Cym. And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt,