Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Leo.
Leo. Too hot, too hot:
Leo. To mingle friendship farre, is mingling bloods.
Leo. I haue Tremor Cordis on me: my heart daunces,
Leo. But not for ioy; not ioy. This Entertainment
Leo. May a free face put on: deriue a Libertie
Leo. From Heartinesse, from Bountie, fertile Bosome,
Leo. And well become the Agent: 't may; I graunt:
Leo. But to be padling Palmes, and pinching Fingers,
Leo. As now they are, and making practis’d Smiles
Leo. As in a Looking‑Glasse; and then to sigh, as 'twere
Leo. The Mort o’th’Deere: oh, that is entertainment
Leo. My Bosome likes not, nor my Browes. Mamillius,
Leo. Art thou my Boy?
Mam. Mam.
Mam. I, my good Lord.
Leo. I’fecks:
Leo. Why that’s my Bawcock: what? Has’t smutch’d thy Nose?
Leo. They say it is a Coppy out of mine. Come Captaine,