Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Nay, let me haue’t: I long.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Why, that was when
Leo. Three crabbed Moneths had sowr’d themselues to death,
Leo. Ere I could make thee open thy white Hand:
Leo. A clap thy selfe, my Loue; then didst thou vtter,
Leo. I am yours for euer.
Her. Her.
Her. 'Tis Grace indeed.
Her. Why lo‑you now; I haue spoke to th’purpose twice:
Her. The one, for euer earn’d a Royall Husband;
Her. Th’other, for some while a Friend.
Leo. Too hot, too hot:
Leo. To mingle friendship farre, is mingling bloods.
Leo. I haue Tremor Cordis on me: my heart daunces,
Leo. But not for ioy; not ioy. This Entertainment
Leo. May a free face put on: deriue a Libertie
Leo. From Heartinesse, from Bountie, fertile Bosome,
Leo. And well become the Agent: 't may; I graunt: