Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. Let me be counted seruiceable. How looke I,
Pis. That I should seeme to lacke humanity,
Pis. So much as this Fact comes to? Doo't: The Letter.
Pis. That I haue sent her, by her owne command,
Pis. Shall giue thee opportunitie. Oh damn'd paper,
Pis. Blacke as the Inke that's on thee: senselesse bauble,
Pis. Art thou a Fœdarie for this Act; and look'st
Pis. So Virgin‑like without? Loe here she comes.
Pis. Enter Imogen.
Pis. I am ignorant in what I am commanded.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. How now Pisanio?
Pis. Pis.
Pis. Madam, heere is a Letter from my Lord.
Imo. Who, thy Lord? That is my Lord Leonatus?
Imo. Oh, learn'd indeed were that Astronomer
Imo. That knew the Starres, as I his Characters,
Imo. Heel'd lay the Future open. You good Gods,
Imo. Let what is heere contain'd, rellish of Loue,