Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. You must not enter.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Nay rather (good my Lords) be second to me:
Paul. Feare you his tyrannous passion more (alas)
Paul. Then the Queenes life? A gracious innocent soule,
Paul. More free, then he is iealous.
Antig. Antig.
Antig. That’s enough.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Madam; he hath not slept to night, commanded
Ser. None should come at him.
Pau. Pau.
Pau. Not so hot (good Sir)
Pau. I come to bring him sleepe. 'Tis such as you
Pau. That creepe like shadowes by him, and do sighe
Pau. At each his needlesse heauings: such as you
Pau. Nourish the cause of his awaking. I
Pau. Do come with words, as medicinall, as true;
Pau. (Honest, as either;) to purge him of that humor,
Pau. That presses him from sleepe.