Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. No, no, my Lord.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. It is: you lye, you lye:
Leo. I say thou lyest Camillo, and I hate thee,
Leo. Pronounce thee a grosse Lowt, a mindlesse Slaue,
Leo. Or else a houering Temporizer, that
Leo. Canst with thine eyes at once see good and euill,
Leo. Inclining to them both: were my Wiues Liuer
Leo. Infected (as her life) she would not liue
Leo. The running of one Glasse.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Who do’s infect her?
Leo. Why he that weares her like her Medull, hanging
Leo. About his neck (Bohemia) who, if I
Leo. Had Seruants true about me, that bare eyes
Leo. To see alike mine Honor, as their Profits,
Leo. (Their owne particular Thrifts) they would doe that
Leo. Which should vndoe more doing: I, and thou
Leo. His Cup‑bearer, whom I from meaner forme