Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. What meanes Sicilia?
Her. Her.
Her. He something seemes vnsetled.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. How? my Lord?
Leo. Leo.
Leo. What cheere? how is’t with you, best Brother?
Her. You look as if you held a Brow of much distraction:
Her. Are you mou’d (my Lord?)
Leo. No, in good earnest.
Leo. How sometimes Nature will betray it’s folly?
Leo. It’s tendernesse? and make it selfe a Pastime
Leo. To harder bosomes? Looking on the Lynes
Leo. Of
Leo. The Winters Tale.
Leo. Of my Boyes face, me thoughts I did requoyle
Leo. Twentie three yeeres, and saw my selfe vn‑breech’d,
Leo. In my greene Veluet Coat; my Dagger muzzled,