Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. I doe beleeue thee:
Pol. I saw his heart in’s face. Giue me thy hand,
Pol. Be Pilot to me, and thy places shall
Pol. Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and
Pol. My people did expect my hence departure
Pol. Two dayes agoe. This Iealousie
Pol. Is for a precious Creature: as shee’s rare,
Pol. Must it be great; and, as his Person’s mightie,
Pol. Must it be violent: and, as he do’s conceiue,
Pol. He is dishonor’d by a man, which euer
Pol. Profess’d to him: why his Reuenges must
Pol. In that be made more bitter. Feare ore‑shades me:
Pol. Good Expedition be my friend, and comfort
Pol. The gracious Queene, part of his Theame; but nothing
Pol. Of his ill‑ta’ne suspition. Come Camillo,
Pol. I will respect thee as a Father, if
Pol. Thou bear’st my life off, hence: Let vs auoid.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. It is in mine authoritie to command
Cam. The Keyes of all the Posternes: Please your Highnesse