Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Leo.
Leo. Oh sweet Paulina,
Leo. Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together:
Leo. No setled Sences of the World can match
Leo. The pleasure of that madnesse. Let’t alone.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. I am sorry (Sir) I haue thus farre stir’d you: but
Paul. I could afflict you farther.
Leo. Doe Paulina:
Leo. For this Affliction ha’s a taste as sweet
Leo. As any Cordiall comfort. Still me thinks
Leo. There is an ayre comes from her. What fine Chizzell
Leo. Could euer yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
Leo. For I will kisse her.
Paul. Good my Lord, forbeare:
Paul. The ruddinesse vpon her Lippe, is wet:
Paul. You’le marre it, if you kisse it; stayne your owne
Paul. With Oyly Painting: shall I draw the Curtaine.