Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Infected (as her life) she would not liue
Leo. The running of one Glasse.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Who do’s infect her?
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Why he that weares her like her Medull, hanging
Leo. About his neck (Bohemia) who, if I
Leo. Had Seruants true about me, that bare eyes
Leo. To see alike mine Honor, as their Profits,
Leo. (Their owne particular Thrifts) they would doe that
Leo. Which should vndoe more doing: I, and thou
Leo. His Cup‑bearer, whom I from meaner forme
Leo. Haue Bench’d, and rear’d to Worship, who may’st see
Leo. Plainely, as Heauen sees Earth, and Earth sees Heauen,
Leo. How I am gall’d, might’st be‑spice a Cup,
Leo. To giue mine Enemy a lasting Winke:
Leo. Which Draught to me, were cordiall.
Cam. Sir (my Lord)
Cam. I could doe this, and that with no rash Potion,