Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flo. By his command
Flo. Haue I here touch’d Sicilia, and from him
Flo. Giue you all greetings, that a King (at friend)
Flo. Can send his Brother: and but Infirmitie
Flo. (Which waits vpon worne times) hath something seiz’d
Flo. His wish’d Abilitie, he had himselfe
Flo. The Lands and Waters, 'twixt your Throne and his,
Flo. Measur’d, to looke vpon you; whom he loues
Flo. (He bad me say so) more then all the Scepters,
Flo. And those that beare them, liuing.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Oh my Brother,
Leo. (Good Gentleman) the wrongs I haue done thee, stire
Leo. Afresh within me: and these thy offices
Leo. (So rarely kind) are as Interpreters
Leo. Of my behind‑hand slacknesse. Welcome hither,
Leo. As is the Spring to th’Earth. And hath he too
Leo. Expos’d this Paragon to th’fearefull vsage
Leo. (At least vngentle) of the dreadfull Neptune,
Leo. To greet a man, not worth her paines; much lesse,