Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pau. Preuaile not, go and see: if you can bring
Pau. Tincture, or lustre in her lip, her eye
Pau. Heate outwardly, or breath within, Ile serue you
Pau. As I would do the Gods. But, O thou Tyrant,
Pau. Do not repent these things, for they are heauier
Pau. Then all thy woes can stirre: therefore betake thee
Pau. To nothing but dispaire. A thousand knees,
Pau. Ten thousand yeares together, naked, fasting,
Pau. Vpon a barren Mountaine, and still Winter
Pau. In storme perpetuall, could not moue the Gods
Pau. To looke that way thou wer’t.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Go on, go on:
Leo. Thou canst not speake too much, I haue deseru’d
Leo. All tongues to talke their bittrest.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Say no more;
Lord. How ere the businesse goes, you haue made fault
Lord. I’th boldnesse of your speech.
Pau. Pau.