Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paul. Then your owne weake‑hindg’d Fancy) somthing sauors
Paul. Of Tyrannie, and will ignoble make you,
Paul. Yea, scandalous to the World.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. On your Allegeance,
Leo. Out of the Chamber with her. Were I a Tyrant,
Leo. Where were her life? she durst not call me so,
Leo. If she did know me one. Away with her.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. I pray you doe not push me, Ile be gone.
Paul. Looke to your Babe (my Lord) 'tis yours: Ioue send her
Paul. A better guiding Spirit. What needs these hands?
Paul. You that are thus so tender o’re his Follyes,
Paul. Will neuer doe him good, not one of you.
Paul. So, so: Farewell, we are gone.
Paul. Exit.
Leo. Thou (Traytor) hast set on thy Wife to this.
Leo. My Child? away with’t? euen thou, that hast
Leo. A heart so tender o’re it, take it hence,