Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. My fortunes to your seruice (which are here
Cam. By this discouerie lost.) Be not vncertaine,
Cam. For by the honor of my Parents, I
Cam. Haue vttred Truth: which if you seeke to proue,
Cam. I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer,
Cam. Then one condemnd by the Kings owne mouth:
Cam. Thereon his Execution sworne.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. I doe beleeue thee:
Pol. I saw his heart in’s face. Giue me thy hand,
Pol. Be Pilot to me, and thy places shall
Pol. Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and
Pol. My people did expect my hence departure
Pol. Two dayes agoe. This Iealousie
Pol. Is for a precious Creature: as shee’s rare,
Pol. Must it be great; and, as his Person’s mightie,
Pol. Must it be violent: and, as he do’s conceiue,
Pol. He is dishonor’d by a man, which euer
Pol. Profess’d to him: why his Reuenges must
Pol. In that be made more bitter. Feare ore‑shades me: