Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Imo.
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. My Boyes, there was our error.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. This is sure Fidele.
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you?
Imo. Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke, and now
Imo. Throw me againe.
Post. Post.
Post. Hang there like fruite, my soule,
Post. Till the Tree dye.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. How now, my Flesh? my Childe?
Cym. What, mak'st thou me a dullard in this Act?
Cym. Wilt thou not speake to me?
Imo. Your blessing, Sir.