Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. May plod it in a weeke, why may not I
Imo. Glide thither in a day? Then true Pisanio,
Imo. Who long'st like me, to see thy Lord; who long'st
Imo. (Oh let me bate) but not like me: yet long'st
Imo. But in a fainter kinde. Oh not like me:
Imo. For mine's beyond, beyond: say, and speake thicke
Imo. (Loues Counsailor should fill the bores of hearing,
Imo. To'th'smothering of the Sense) how farre it is
Imo. To this same blessed Milford. And by'th'way
Imo. Tell me how Wales was made so happy, as
Imo. T'inherite such a Hauen. But first of all,
Imo. How we may steale from hence: and for the gap
Imo. That we shall make in Time, from our hence‑going,
Imo. And our returne, to excuse: but first, how get hence.
Imo. Why should excuse be borne or ere begot?
Imo. Weele talke of that heereafter. Prythee speake,
Imo. How many store of Miles may we well rid
Imo. Twixt houre, and houre?
Pis. Pis.
Pis. One score 'twixt Sun, and Sun,