Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. He tooke good rest to night: 'tis hop’d
Ser. His sicknesse is discharg’d.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. To see his Noblenesse,
Leo. Conceyuing the dishonour of his Mother.
Leo. He straight declin’d, droop’d, tooke it deeply,
Leo. Fasten’d, and fix’d the shame on’t in himselfe:
Leo. Threw‑off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleepe,
Leo. And down‑right languish’d. Leaue me solely: goe,
Leo. See how he fares: Fie, fie, no thought of him,
Leo. The very thought of my Reuenges that way
Leo. Recoyle vpon me: in himselfe too mightie,
Leo. And in his parties, his Alliance; Let him be,
Leo. Vntill a time may serue. For present vengeance
Leo. Take it on her: Camillo, and Polixenes
Leo. Laugh at me: make their pastime at my sorrow:
Leo. They should not laugh, if I could reach them, nor
Leo. Shall she, within my powre.
Leo. Enter Paulina.
Lord. Lord.