Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. The blessed Gods
Leo. Purge all Infection from our Ayre, whilest you
Leo. Doe Clymate here: you haue a holy Father,
Leo. A graceful Gentleman, against whose person
Leo. (So
Leo. The Winters Tale.
Leo. (So sacred as it is) I haue done sinne,
Leo. For which, the Heauens (taking angry note)
Leo. Haue left me Issue‑lesse: and your Father’s bless’d
Leo. (As he from Heauen merits it) with you,
Leo. Worthy his goodnesse. What might I haue been,
Leo. Might I a Sonne and Daughter now haue look’d on,
Leo. Such goodly things as you?
Leo. Enter a Lord.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Most Noble Sir,
Lord. That which I shall report, will beare no credit,
Lord. Were not the proofe so nigh. Please you (great Sir)
Lord. Bohemia greets you from himselfe, by me:
Lord. Desires you to attach his Sonne, who ha’s