Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Haue comfort Ladie.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. Dost thou looke vp?
Frier. Frier.
Frier. Yea, wherefore should she not?
Leon. Wherfore? Why doth not euery earthly thing
Leon. Cry shame vpon her? Could she heere denie
Leon. The storie that is printed in her blood?
Leon. Do not liue Hero, do not ope thine eyes:
Leon. For did I thinke thou wouldst not quickly die,
Leon. Thought I thy spirits were stronger then thy shames,
Leon. My selfe would on the reward of reproaches
Leon. Strike at thy life. Grieu'd I, I had but one?
Leon. Chid I, for that at frugal Natures frame?
Leon. O one too much by thee: why had I one?
Leon. Why euer was't thou louelie in my eies?
Leon. Why had I not with charitable hand
Leon. Tooke vp a beggars issue at my gates,
Leon. Who smeered thus, and mir'd with infamie,