Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Hath too much mangled; whose repayre, and franchise,
Cym. Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,
Cym. Tho Rome be therfore angry. Mulmutius made our lawes
Cym. Who was the first of Britaine, which did put
Cym. His browes within a golden Crowne, and call'd
Cym. Himselfe a King.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I am sorry Cymbeline,
Luc. That I am to pronounce Augustus Cæsar
Luc. (Cæsar, that hath moe Kings his Seruants, then
Luc. Thy selfe Domesticke Officers) thine Enemy:
Luc. Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confusion
Luc. In Cæsars name pronounce I 'gainst thee: Looke
Luc. For fury, not to be resisted. Thus defide,
Luc. I thanke thee for my selfe.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Thou art welcome Caius,
Cym. Thy Cæsar Knighted me; my youth I spent
Cym. Much vnder him; of him, I gather'd Honour,
Cym. Which he, to seeke of me againe, perforce,