Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. By his great authority,
Lord. Which often hath no lesse preuail’d, then so,
Lord. On your command.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I know’t too well.
Leo. Giue me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurse him:
Leo. Though he do’s beare some signes of me, yet you
Leo. Haue too much blood in him.
Her. Her.
Her. What is this? Sport?
Leo. Beare the Boy hence, he shall not come about her,
Leo. Away with him, and let her sport her selfe
Leo. With that shee’s big‑with, for 'tis Polixenes
Leo. Ha’s made thee swell thus.
Her. But Il’d say he had not;
Her. And Ile be sworne you would beleeue my saying,
Her. How e’re you leane to th’Nay‑ward.