Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Reioyc'd deliuerance more: Blest, pray you be,
Cym. That after this strange starting from your Orbes,
Cym. You may reigne in them now: Oh Imogen,
Cym. Thou hast lost by this a Kingdome.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. No, my Lord:
Imo. I haue got two Worlds by't. Oh my gentle Brothers,
Imo. Haue we thus met? Oh neuer say heereafter
Imo. But I am truest speaker. You call'd me Brother
Imo. When I was but your Sister: I you Brothers,
Imo. When we were so indeed.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Did you ere meete?
Arui. Arui.
Arui. I my good Lord.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. And at first meeting lou'd,
Gui. Continew'd so, vntill we thought he dyed.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. By the Queenes Dramme she swallow'd.