Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Leo.
Leo. How blest am I
Leo. In my iust Censure? in my true Opinion?
Leo. Alack, for lesser knowledge, how accurs’d,
Leo. In being so blest? There may be in the Cup
Leo. A Spider steep’d, and one may drinke; depart,
Leo. And yet partake no venome: (for his knowledge
Leo. Is not infected) but if one present
Leo. Th’abhor’d Ingredient to his eye, make knowne
Leo. How he hath drunke, he cracks his gorge, his sides
Leo. With violent Hefts: I haue drunke, and seene the Spider.
Leo. Camillo was his helpe in this, his Pandar:
Leo. There is a Plot against my Life, my Crowne;
Leo. All’s true that is mistrusted: that false Villaine,
Leo. Whom I employ’d, was pre‑employ’d by him:
Leo. He ha’s discouer’d my Designe, and I
Leo. Remaine a pinch’d Thing; yea, a very Trick
Leo. For them to play at will: how came the Posternes
Leo. So easily open?
Lord. Lord.