Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, Captaine:
Leo. And yet the Steere, the Heycfer, and the Calfe,
Leo. Are all call’d Neat. Still Virginalling
Leo. Vpon his Palme? How now (you wanton Calfe)
Leo. Art thou my Calfe?
Mam. Mam.
Mam. Yes, if you will (my Lord.)
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Thou want’st a rough pash, & the shoots that I haue
Leo. To be full, like me: yet they say we are
Leo. Almost as like as Egges; Women say so,
Leo. (That will say any thing.) But were they false
Leo. As o’re‑dy’d Blacks, as Wind, as Waters; false
Leo. As Dice are to be wish’d, by one that fixes
Leo. No borne 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true,
Leo. To say this Boy were like me. Come (Sir Page)
Leo. Looke on me with your Welkin eye: sweet Villaine,
Leo. Most dear’st, my Collop: Can thy Dam, may’t be
Leo. Affection? thy Intention stabs the Center.
Leo. Thou do’st make possible things not so held,