Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pisa. Wake my Mistris.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. If this be so, the Gods do meane to strike me
Cym. To death, with mortall ioy.
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. How fares my Mistris?
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Oh get thee from my sight,
Imo. Thou gau'st me poyson: dangerous Fellow hence,
Imo. Breath not where Princes are.
Cym. The tune of Imogen.
Pisæ. Pisæ.
Pisæ. Lady, the Gods throw stones of sulpher on me, if
Pisæ. That box I gaue you, was not thought by mee
Pisæ. A precious thing, I had it from the Queene.
Cym. New matter still.
Imo. It poyson'd me.