| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| No more you petty Spirits of Region low | No more, you petty spirits of region low, | Cym V.iv.93 |
| Offend our hearing: hush. How dare you Ghostes | Offend our hearing: hush! How dare you ghosts | Cym V.iv.94 |
| Accuse the Thunderer, whose Bolt (you know) | Accuse the thunderer, whose bolt – you know – | Cym V.iv.95 |
| Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coasts. | Sky-planted, batters all rebelling coasts? | Cym V.iv.96 |
| Poore shadowes of Elizium, hence, and rest | Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest | Cym V.iv.97 |
| Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres. | Upon your never-withering banks of flowers: | Cym V.iv.98 |
| Be not with mortall accidents opprest, | Be not with mortal accidents opprest, | Cym V.iv.99 |
| No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours. | No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours. | Cym V.iv.100 |
| Whom best I loue, I crosse; to make my guift | Whom best I love I cross; to make my gift, | Cym V.iv.101 |
| The more delay'd, delighted. Be content, | The more delayed, delighted. Be content, | Cym V.iv.102 |
| Your low-laide Sonne, our Godhead will vplift: | Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift: | Cym V.iv.103 |
| His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are spent: | His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent: | Cym V.iv.104 |
| Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth, and in | Our Jovial star reigned at his birth, and in | Cym V.iv.105 |
| Our Temple was he married: Rise, and fade, | Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade. | Cym V.iv.106 |
| He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen, | He shall be lord of lady Innogen, | Cym V.iv.107 |
| And happier much by his Affliction made. | And happier much by his affliction made. | Cym V.iv.108 |
| This Tablet lay vpon his Brest, wherein | This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein | Cym V.iv.109 |
| Our pleasure, his full Fortune, doth confine, | Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine, | Cym V.iv.110 |
| And so away: no farther with your dinne | And so away: no farther with your din | Cym V.iv.111 |
| Expresse Impatience, least you stirre vp mine: | Express impatience, lest you stir up mine. | Cym V.iv.112 |
| Mount Eagle, to my Palace Christalline. | Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline. | Cym V.iv.113 |