Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. How sometimes Nature will betray it’s folly?
Leo. It’s tendernesse? and make it selfe a Pastime
Leo. To harder bosomes? Looking on the Lynes
Leo. Of
Leo. The Winters Tale.
Leo. Of my Boyes face, me thoughts I did requoyle
Leo. Twentie three yeeres, and saw my selfe vn‑breech’d,
Leo. In my greene Veluet Coat; my Dagger muzzled,
Leo. Least it should bite it’s Master, and so proue
Leo. (As Ornaments oft do’s) too dangerous:
Leo. How like (me thought) I then was to this Kernell,
Leo. This Squash, this Gentleman. Mine honest Friend,
Leo. Will you take Egges for Money?
Mam. Mam.
Mam. No (my Lord) Ile fight.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. You will: why happy man be’s dole. My Brother
Leo. Are you so fond of your young Prince, as we
Leo. Doe seeme to be of ours?
Pol. Pol.