Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pisa. Since she is liuing, let the time run on,
Pisa. To good, or bad.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Come, stand thou by our side,
Cym. Make thy demand alowd. Sir, step you forth,
Cym. Giue answer to this Boy, and do it freely,
Cym. Or by our Greatnesse, and the grace of it
Cym. (Which is our Honor) bitter torture shall
Cym. Winnow the truth from falshood. One speake to him.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. My boone is, that this Gentleman may render
Imo. Of whom he had this Ring.
Post. Post.
Post. What's that to him?
Cym. That Diamond vpon your Finger, say
Cym. How came it yours?
Iach. Iach.
Iach. Thou'lt torture me to leaue vnspoken, that
Iach. Which to be spoke, wou'd torture thee.