Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Leo.
Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames.
Leo. You had a Bastard by Polixenes,
Leo. And I but dream’d it: As you were past all shame,
Leo. (Those of your Fact are so) so past all truth;
Leo. Which to deny, concernes more then auailes: for as
Leo. Thy Brat hath been cast out, like to it selfe,
Leo. No Father owning it (which is indeed
Leo. More criminall in thee, then it) so thou
Leo. Shalt feele our Iustice; in whose easiest passage,
Leo. Looke for no lesse then death.
Her. Her.
Her. Sir, spare your Threats:
Her. The Bugge which you would fright me with, I seeke:
Her. To me can Life be no commoditie;
Her. The crowne and comfort of my Life (your Fauor)
Her. I doe giue lost, for I doe feele it gone,
Her. But know not how it went. My second Ioy,
Her. And first Fruits of my body, from his presence
Her. I am bar’d, like one infectious. My third comfort