Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. I can hooke to me: say that she were gone,
Leo. Giuen to the fire, a moity of my rest
Leo. Might come to me againe. Whose there?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. My Lord.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. How do’s the boy?
Ser. He tooke good rest to night: 'tis hop’d
Ser. His sicknesse is discharg’d.
Leo. To see his Noblenesse,
Leo. Conceyuing the dishonour of his Mother.
Leo. He straight declin’d, droop’d, tooke it deeply,
Leo. Fasten’d, and fix’d the shame on’t in himselfe:
Leo. Threw‑off his Spirit, his Appetite, his Sleepe,
Leo. And down‑right languish’d. Leaue me solely: goe,
Leo. See how he fares: Fie, fie, no thought of him,
Leo. The very thought of my Reuenges that way
Leo. Recoyle vpon me: in himselfe too mightie,