Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. You do not purpose to him:) and as hardly
Cam. Will he endure your sight, as yet I feare;
Cam. Then till the fury of his Highnesse settle
Cam. Come not before him.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. I not purpose it:
Flo. I thinke Camillo.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Euen he, my Lord.
Per. Per.
Per. How often haue I told you 'twould be thus?
Per. How often said my dignity would last
Per. But till 'twer knowne?
Flo. It cannot faile, but by
Flo. The violation of my faith, and then
Flo. Let Nature crush the sides o’th earth together,
Flo. And marre the seeds within. Lift vp thy lookes:
Flo. From my succession wipe me (Father) I
Flo. Am heyre to my affection.