| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Lucina lent not me her ayde, | Lucina lent not me her aid, | Cym V.iv.43 |
| but tooke me in my Throwes, | but took me in my throes, | Cym V.iv.44 |
| That from me was Posthumus ript, | That from me was Posthumus ripped, | Cym V.iv.45 |
| came crying 'mong'st his Foes. | came crying 'mongst his foes, | Cym V.iv.46 |
| A thing of pitty. | A thing of pity! | Cym V.iv.47 |
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| With Marriage wherefore was he mockt | With marriage wherefore was he mocked | Cym V.iv.58 |
| to be exil'd, and throwne | to be exiled, and thrown | Cym V.iv.59 |
| From Leonati Seate, and cast | From Leonati seat, and cast | Cym V.iv.60 |
| from her, his deerest one: | from her his dearest one, | Cym V.iv.61 |
| Sweete Imogen? | Sweet Innogen? | Cym V.iv.62 |
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| Since (Iupiter) our Son is good, | Since, Jupiter, our son is good, | Cym V.iv.85 |
| take off his miseries. | take off his miseries. | Cym V.iv.86 |
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| All. | ALL | |
| Thankes Iupiter. | Thanks, Jupiter! | Cym V.iv.119.2 |