Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Of my Lords health, of his content: yet not
Imo. That we two are asunder, let that grieue him;
Imo. Some griefes are medcinable, that is one of them,
Imo. For it doth physicke Loue, of his content,
Imo. All but in that. Good Wax, thy leaue: blest be
Imo. You Bees that make these Lockes of counsaile. Louers,
Imo. And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike,
Imo. Though Forfeytours you cast in prison, yet
Imo. You claspe young Cupids Tables: good Newes Gods.
Imo. IVstice and your Fathers wrath (should he take me in his
Imo. Dominion) could not be so cruell to me, as you: (oh the dee
Imo. rest of Creatures) would euen renew me with your eyes. Take
Imo. notice that I am in Cambria at Milford‑Hauen: what your
Imo. owne Loue, will out of this aduise you, follow. So he wishes you
Imo. all happinesse, that remaines loyall to his Vow, and your encrea
Imo. sing in Loue.
Imo. Leonatus Posthumus.
Imo. Oh for a Horse with wings: Hear'st thou Pisanio?
Imo. He is at Milford‑Hauen: Read, and tell me
Imo. How farre 'tis thither. If one of meane affaires