Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. To take‑off so much griefe from you, as he
Pol. Will peece vp in himself.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Indeed my Lord,
Paul. If I had thought the sight of my poore Image
Paul. Would thus haue wrought you (for the Stone is mine)
Paul. Il’d not haue shew’d it.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Doe not draw the Curtaine.
Paul. No longer shall you gaze on’t, least your Fancie
Paul. May thinke anon, it moues.
Leo. Let be, let be:
Leo. Would I were dead, but that me thinkes alreadie.
Leo. (What was he that did make it?) See (my Lord)
Leo. Would you not deeme it breath’d? and that those veines
Leo. Did verily beare blood?
Pol. Pol.
Pol. 'Masterly done: