Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. If at home (Sir)
Pol. He’s all my Exercise, my Mirth, my Matter;
Pol. Now my sworne Friend, and then mine Enemy;
Pol. My Parasite, my Souldier: States‑man; all:
Pol. He makes a Iulyes day, short as December,
Pol. And with his varying child‑nesse, cures in me
Pol. Thoughts, that would thick my blood.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. So stands this Squire
Leo. Offic’d with me: We two will walke (my Lord)
Leo. And leaue you to your grauer steps. Hermione,
Leo. How thou lou’st vs, shew in our Brothers welcome;
Leo. Let what is deare in Sicily, be cheape:
Leo. Next to thy selfe, and my young Rouer, he’s
Leo. Apparant to my heart.
Her. Her.
Her. If you would seeke vs,
Her. We are yours i’th’Garden: shall’s attend you there?
Leo. To your owne bents dispose you: you’le be found,