Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. But to be padling Palmes, and pinching Fingers,
Leo. As now they are, and making practis’d Smiles
Leo. As in a Looking‑Glasse; and then to sigh, as 'twere
Leo. The Mort o’th’Deere: oh, that is entertainment
Leo. My Bosome likes not, nor my Browes. Mamillius,
Leo. Art thou my Boy?
Mam. Mam.
Mam. I, my good Lord.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I’fecks:
Leo. Why that’s my Bawcock: what? Has’t smutch’d thy Nose?
Leo. They say it is a Coppy out of mine. Come Captaine,
Leo. We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, Captaine:
Leo. And yet the Steere, the Heycfer, and the Calfe,
Leo. Are all call’d Neat. Still Virginalling
Leo. Vpon his Palme? How now (you wanton Calfe)
Leo. Art thou my Calfe?
Mam. Yes, if you will (my Lord.)