Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. I dare not know (my Lord.)
Pol. Pol.
Pol. How, dare not? doe not? doe you know, and dare not?
Pol. Be intelligent to me, 'tis thereabouts:
Pol. For to your selfe, what you doe know, you must,
Pol. And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Pol. Your chang’d complexions are to me a Mirror,
Pol. Which shewes me mine chang’d too: for I must be
Pol. A partie in this alteration, finding
Pol. My selfe thus alter’d with’t.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. There is a sicknesse
Cam. Which puts some of vs in distemper, but
Cam. I cannot name the Disease, and it is caught
Cam. Of you, that yet are well.
Pol. How caught of me?
Pol. Make me not sighted like the Basilisque.
Pol. I haue
Pol. The Winters Tale.