Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. So soone as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Pol. Were there necessitie in your request, although
Pol. 'Twere needfull I deny’d it. My Affaires
Pol. Doe euen drag me home‑ward: which to hinder,
Pol. Were (in your Loue) a Whip to me; my stay,
Pol. To you a Charge, and Trouble: to saue both,
Pol. Farewell (our Brother.)
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Tongue‑ty’d our Queene? speake you.
Her. Her.
Her. I had thought (Sir) to haue held my peace, vntill
Her. You had drawne Oathes from him, not to stay: you (Sir)
Her. Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure
Her. All in Bohemia’s well: this satisfaction,
Her. The by‑gone‑day proclaim’d, say this to him,
Her. He’s beat from his best ward.
Leo. Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his Sonne, were strong: