Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Doe not draw the Curtaine.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on’t, least your Fancie
Paul. May thinke anon, it moues.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Let be, let be:
Leo. Would I were dead, but that me thinkes alreadie.
Leo. (What was he that did make it?) See (my Lord)
Leo. Would you not deeme it breath’d? and that those veines
Leo. Did verily beare blood?
Pol. Pol.
Pol. 'Masterly done:
Pol. The very Life seemes warme vpon her Lippe.
Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha’s motion in’t,
Leo. As we are mock’d with Art.
Paul. Ile draw the Curtaine:
Paul. My Lord’s almost so farre transported, that
Paul. Hee’le thinke anon it liues.