Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. The very Life seemes warme vpon her Lippe.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. The fixure of her Eye ha’s motion in’t,
Leo. As we are mock’d with Art.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Ile draw the Curtaine:
Paul. My Lord’s almost so farre transported, that
Paul. Hee’le thinke anon it liues.
Leo. Oh sweet Paulina,
Leo. Make me to thinke so twentie yeeres together:
Leo. No setled Sences of the World can match
Leo. The pleasure of that madnesse. Let’t alone.
Paul. I am sorry (Sir) I haue thus farre stir’d you: but
Paul. I could afflict you farther.
Leo. Doe Paulina:
Leo. For this Affliction ha’s a taste as sweet
Leo. As any Cordiall comfort. Still me thinks