Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. As Infancie, and Grace. But yet (Paulina)
Leo. Hermione was not so much wrinckled, nothing
Leo. So aged as this seems.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Oh, not by much.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. So much the more our Caruers excellence,
Paul. Which lets goe‑by some sixteene yeeres, and makes her
Paul. As she liu’d now.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. As now she might haue done,
Leo. So much to my good comfort, as it is
Leo. Now piercing to my Soule. Oh, thus she stood,
Leo. Euen with such Life of Maiestie (warme Life,
Leo. As now it coldly stands) when first I woo’d her.
Leo. I am asham’d: Do’s not the Stone rebuke me,
Leo. For being more Stone then it? Oh Royall Peece:
Leo. There’s Magick in thy Maiestie, which ha’s
Leo. My Euils coniur’d to remembrance; and
Leo. From thy admiring Daughter tooke the Spirits,