Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Leo.
Leo. Whilest I remember
Leo. Her, and her Vertues, I cannot forget
Leo. My blemishes in them, and so still thinke of
Leo. The wrong I did my selfe: which was so much,
Leo. That Heire‑lesse it hath made my Kingdome, and
Leo. Destroy’d the sweet’st Companion, that ere man
Leo. Bred his hopes out of, true.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Too true (my Lord:)
Paul. If one by one, you wedded all the World,
Paul. Or from the All that are, tooke something good,
Paul. To make a perfect Woman; she you kill’d,
Paul. Would be vnparallell’d.
Leo. I thinke so. Kill’d?
Leo. She I kill’d? I did so: but thou strik’st me
Leo. Sorely, to say I did: it is as bitter
Leo. Vpon thy Tongue, as in my Thought. Now, good now,
Leo. Say so but seldom.