Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. To haue nor Eyes, nor Eares, nor Thought, then say
Leo. My Wife’s a Holy‑Horse, deserues a Name
Leo. As ranke as any Flax‑Wench, that puts to
Leo. Before her troth‑plight: say’t, and iustify’t.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. I would not be a stander‑by, to heare
Cam. My Soueraigne Mistresse clouded so, without
Cam. My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart,
Cam. You neuer spoke what did become you lesse
Cam. Then this; which to reiterate, were sin
Cam. As deepe as that, though true.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Is whispering nothing?
Leo. Is leaning Cheeke to Cheeke? is meating Noses?
Leo. Kissing with in‑side Lip? stopping the Cariere
Leo. Of Laughter, with a sigh? (a Note infallible
Leo. Of breaking Honestie) horsing foot on foot?
Leo. Skulking in corners? wishing Clocks more swift?
Leo. Houres, Minutes? Noone, Mid‑night? and all Eyes
Leo. Blind with the Pin and Web, but theirs; theirs onely,