Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. I will enforme your Father.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Your Mother too:
Imo. She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope
Imo. But the worst of me. So I leaue you Sir,
Imo. To'th'worst of discontent.
Imo. Exit.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Ile be reueng'd:
Clot. His mean'st Garment? Well.
Clot. Exit.
Clot. Scena Quarta.
Clot. [Act 2, Scene 4]
Clot. Enter Posthumus, and Philario.
Post. Post.
Post. Feare it not Sir: I would I were so sure
Post. To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour
Post. Will remaine her's.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. What meanes do you make to him?