Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. That would vnseene be wicked? Is this nothing?
Leo. Why then the World, and all that’s in’t, is nothing,
Leo. The couering Skie is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
Leo. My Wife is nothing, nor Nothing haue these Nothings,
Leo. If this be nothing.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Good my Lord, be cur’d
Cam. Of this diseas’d Opinion, and betimes,
Cam. For 'tis most dangerous.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Say it be, 'tis true.
Cam. No, no, my Lord.
Leo. It is: you lye, you lye:
Leo. I say thou lyest Camillo, and I hate thee,
Leo. Pronounce thee a grosse Lowt, a mindlesse Slaue,
Leo. Or else a houering Temporizer, that
Leo. Canst with thine eyes at once see good and euill,
Leo. Inclining to them both: were my Wiues Liuer