Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Which, not to haue done, I thinke had been in me
Her. Both Disobedience, and Ingratitude
Her. To you, and toward your Friend, whose Loue had spoke,
Her. Euen since it could speake, from an Infant, freely,
Her. That it was yours. Now for Conspiracie,
Her. I know not how it tastes, though it be dish’d
Her. For me to try how: All I know of it,
Her. Is, that Camillo was an honest man;
Her. And why he left your Court, the Gods themselues
Her. (Wotting no more then I) are ignorant.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. You knew of his departure, as you know
Leo. What you haue vnderta’ne to doe in’s absence.
Leo. Her. Sir
Leo. The Winters Tale.
Her. Her.
Her. Sir,
Her. You speake a Language that I vnderstand not:
Her. My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames,
Her. Which Ile lay downe.