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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE VI.

Imogen awakes.
&plquo;Yes, Sir, to Milford-Haven, which is the way?—
&plquo;I thank you—by yond bush—pray how far thither?—
&plquo;'Ods pittikins—can it be six mile yet?—
&plquo;I've gone all night—'faith, I'll lye down and sleep.
&plquo;But soft! no bedfellow!—oh gods, and goddesses! [Seeing the body.

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&plquo;The flow'rs are like the pleasures of the world;
&plquo;This bloody man the care on't.—Sure I dream;
&plquo;For sure I thought I was a cave-keeper,
&plquo;And cook to honest creatures. 'Tis not so:
&plquo;'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing,
&plquo;Which the brain makes of fumes: Our very eyes
&plquo;Are sometimes like our judgments, blind. Good faith
&plquo;I tremble still with fear; but if there be
&plquo;Yet left in heav'n as small a drop of pity
&plquo;As a wren's eye, oh gods! a part of it!
&plquo;The dream's here still; ev'n when I wake, it is
&plquo;Without me, as within me; not imagin'd, felt.
A headless man!—the garments of Posthumus?
I know the shape of's leg, this is his hand,
His foot mercurial, his martial thigh,
The arms of Hercules: but his jovial face—
Murther in heav'n!—how!—'tis gone—Pisanio!—
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee! thou,
'Twas thou conspiring with that devil Cloten,
Hast here cut off my lord. To write, and read,
Be henceforth treach'rous. Damn'd Pisanio
Hath with his forged letters—damn'd Pisanio
From this the bravest vessel of the world
Struck the main top! oh Posthumus, alas,
Where is thy head? where's that? ay me, where's that?
Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
And left his head on. How should this be, Pisanio!—
'Tis he and Cloten. Malice and lucre in them
Have laid this woe here. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
The drug he gave me, which he said was precious
And cordial to me, have I not found it
Murd'rous to th' senses? that confirms it home:

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This is Pisanio's deed, and Cloten's. Oh!
Give colour to my pale cheek with thy blood,
That we the horrider may seem to those
Which chance to find us. Oh, my lord! my lord!
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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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