Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paul. As she liu’d now.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. As now she might haue done,
Leo. So much to my good comfort, as it is
Leo. Now piercing to my Soule. Oh, thus she stood,
Leo. Euen with such Life of Maiestie (warme Life,
Leo. As now it coldly stands) when first I woo’d her.
Leo. I am asham’d: Do’s not the Stone rebuke me,
Leo. For being more Stone then it? Oh Royall Peece:
Leo. There’s Magick in thy Maiestie, which ha’s
Leo. My Euils coniur’d to remembrance; and
Leo. From thy admiring Daughter tooke the Spirits,
Leo. Standing like Stone with thee.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. And giue me leaue,
Perd. And doe not say 'tis Superstition, that
Perd. I kneele, and then implore her Blessing. Lady,
Perd. Deere Queene, that ended when I but began,
Perd. Giue me that hand of yours, to kisse.
Paul. Paul.