Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Leo.
Leo. Well said, Hermione.
Her. Her.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his Sonne, were strong:
Her. But let him say so then, and let him goe;
Her. But let him sweare so, and he shall not stay,
Her. Wee’l thwack him hence with Distaffes.
Her. Yet of your Royall presence, Ile aduenture
Her. The borrow of a Weeke. When at Bohemia
Her. You take my Lord, Ile giue him my Commission,
Her. To let him there a Moneth, behind the Gest
Her. Prefix’d for’s parting: yet (good‑deed) Leontes,
Her. I loue thee not a Iarre o’th’Clock, behind
Her. Aa
Her. What
Her. The Winters Tale.