Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. Whose ioy of her is ouerȑwhelmed like mine,
Leon. And bid him speake of patience,
Leon. Measure his woe the length and bredth of mine,
Leon. And let it answere euery straine for straine,
Leon. As thus for thus, and such a griefe for such,
Leon. In euery lineament, branch, shape, and forme:
Leon. If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
Leon. And sorrow, wagge, crie hem, when he should grone,
Leon. Patch griefe with prouerbs, make misfortune drunke,
Leon. With candleȑwasters: bring him yet to me,
Leon. And I of him will gather patience:
Leon. But there is no such man, for brother, men
Leon. Can counsaile, and speake comfort to that griefe,
Leon. Which they themselues not feele, but tasting it,
Leon. Their counsaile turnes to passion, which before,
Leon. Would giue preceptiall medicine to rage,
Leon. Fetter strong madnesse in a silken thred,
Leon. Charme ache with ayre, and agony with words,
Leon. No, no, 'tis all mens office, to speake patience
Leon. To those that wring vnder the load of sorrow: