Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Cym.
Cym. How? me?
Iach. Iach.
Iach. I am glad to be constrain'd to vtter that
Iach. Which torments me to conceale. By Villany
Iach. I got this Ring: 'twas Leonatus Iewell,
Iach. Whom thou did'st banish: and which more may greeue (thee,
Iach. As it doth me: a Nobler Sir, ne're liu'd
Iach. 'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord?
Cym. All that belongs to this.
Iach. That Paragon, thy daughter,
Iach. For whom my heart drops blood, and my false spirits
Iach. Quaile to remember. Giue me leaue, I faint.
Cym. My Daughter? what of hir? Renew thy strength
Cym. I had rather thou should'st liue, while Nature will,
Cym. Then dye ere I heare more: striue man, and speake.