Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. To your protection I commend me, Gods,
Imo. From Fayries, and the Tempters of the night,
Imo. Guard me beseech yee.
Imo. Sleepes.
Imo. Iachimo from the Trunke.
Iach. Iach.
Iach. The Crickets sing, and mans ore‑labor'd sense
Iach. Repaires it selfe by rest: Our Tarquine thus
Iach. Did softly presse the Rushes, ere he waken'd
Iach. The Chastitie he wounded. Cytherea,
Iach. How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed; fresh Lilly,
Iach. And whiter then the Sheetes: that I might touch,
Iach. But kisse, one kisse. Rubies vnparagon'd,
Iach. How deerely they doo't: 'Tis her breathing that
Iach. Perfumes the Chamber thus: the Flame o'th'Taper
Iach. Bowes toward her, and would vnder‑peepe her lids.
Iach. To see th'inclosed Lights, now Canopied
Iach. Vnder these windowes, White and Azure lac'd
Iach. With Blew of Heauens owne tinct. But my designe.
Iach. To note the Chamber, I will write all downe,