Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Pol.
Pol. By whom, Camillo?
Cam. Cam.
Cam. By the King.
Pol. For what?
Cam. He thinkes, nay with all confidence he sweares,
Cam. As he had seen’t, or beene an Instrument
Cam. To vice you to’t, that you haue toucht his Queene
Cam. Forbiddenly.
Pol. Oh then, my best blood turne
Pol. To an infected Gelly, and my Name
Pol. Be yoak’d with his, that did betray the Best:
Pol. Turne then my freshest Reputation to
Pol. A sauour, that may strike the dullest Nosthrill
Pol. Where I arriue, and my approch be shun’d,
Pol. Nay hated too, worse then the great’st Infection
Pol. That ere was heard, or read.