Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Behooues me keepe at vtterance. I am perfect,
Cym. That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Cym. Their Liberties are now in Armes: a President
Cym. Which not to reade, would shew the Britaines cold:
Cym. So Cæsar shall not finde them.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Let proofe speake.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. His Maiesty biddes you welcome. Make pa
Clot. stime with vs, a day, or two, or longer: if you seek vs af
Clot. terwards in other tearmes, you shall finde vs in our Salt
Clot. water Girdle: if you beate vs out of it, it is yours: if you
Clot. fall in the aduenture, our Crowes shall fare the better for
Clot. you: and there's an end.
Luc. So sir.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. I know your Masters pleasure, and he mine:
Cym. All the Remaine, is welcome.
Cym. Exeunt.