Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Pol.
Pol. Very sooth, to morrow.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Wee’le part the time between’s then: and in that
Leo. Ile no gaine‑saying.
Pol. Presse me not ('beseech you) so:
Pol. There is no Tongue that moues; none, none i’th’World
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. 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)