Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. Ile do’t, my Lord.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I wil seeme friendly, as thou hast aduis’d me.
Leo. Exit
Cam. Cam.
Cam. O miserable Lady. But for me,
Cam. What case stand I in? I must be the poysoner
Cam. Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do’t,
Cam. Is the obedience to a Master; one,
Cam. Who in Rebellion with himselfe, will haue
Cam. All that are his, so too. To doe this deed,
Cam. Promotion followes: If I could find example
Cam. Of thousand’s that had struck anoynted Kings,
Cam. And flourish’d after, Il’d not do’t: But since
Cam. Nor Brasse, nor Stone, nor Parchment beares not one,
Cam. Let Villanie it selfe forswear’t. I must
Cam. Forsake the Court: to do’t, or no, is certaine
Cam. To me a breake‑neck. Happy Starre raigne now,
Cam. Here comes Bohemia.
Cam. Enter Polixenes.