Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. There is a Plot against my Life, my Crowne;
Leo. All’s true that is mistrusted: that false Villaine,
Leo. Whom I employ’d, was pre‑employ’d by him:
Leo. He ha’s discouer’d my Designe, and I
Leo. Remaine a pinch’d Thing; yea, a very Trick
Leo. For them to play at will: how came the Posternes
Leo. So easily open?
Lord. Lord.
Lord. By his great authority,
Lord. Which often hath no lesse preuail’d, then so,
Lord. On your command.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I know’t too well.
Leo. Giue me the Boy, I am glad you did not nurse him:
Leo. Though he do’s beare some signes of me, yet you
Leo. Haue too much blood in him.
Her. Her.
Her. What is this? Sport?
Leo. Beare the Boy hence, he shall not come about her,