Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Pol.
Pol. This is strange: Me thinks
Pol. My fauor here begins to warpe. Not speake?
Pol. Good day Camillo.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Hayle most Royall Sir.
Pol. What is the Newes i’th’Court?
Cam. None rare (my Lord.)
Pol. The King hath on him such a countenance,
Pol. As he had lost some Prouince, and a Region
Pol. Lou’d, as he loues himselfe: euen now I met him
Pol. With customarie complement, when hee
Pol. Wafting his eyes to th’contrary, and falling
Pol. A Lippe of much contempt, speedes from me, and
Pol. So leaues me, to consider what is breeding,
Pol. That changes thus his Manners.