Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arui. As you did meane indeed to be our Brother,
Arui. Ioy'd are we, that you are.
Post. Post.
Post. Your Seruant Princes. Good my Lord of Rome
Post. Call forth your Sooth‑sayer: As I slept, me thought
Post. Great Iupiter vpon his Eagle back'd
Post. Appear'd to me, with other sprightly shewes
Post. Of mine owne Kindred. When I wak'd, I found
Post. This Labell on my bosome; whose containing
Post. Is so from sense in hardnesse, that I can
Post. Make
Post. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Post. Make no Collection of it. Let him shew
Post. His skill in the construction.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Philarmonus.
Sooth. Sooth.
Sooth. Heere, my good Lord.
Luc. Read, and declare the meaning.