Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pau. But one that’s heere: and that’s himselfe: for he,
Pau. The
Pau. The Winters Tale.
Pau. The sacred Honor of himselfe, his Queenes,
Pau. His hopefull Sonnes, his Babes, betrayes to Slander,
Pau. Whose sting is sharper then the Swords; and will not
Pau. (For as the case now stands, it is a Curse
Pau. He cannot be compell’d too’t) once remoue
Pau. The Root of his Opinion, which is rotten,
Pau. As euer Oake, or Stone was sound.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. A Callat
Leo. Of boundlesse tongue, who late hath beat her Husband,
Leo. And now bayts me: This Brat is none of mine,
Leo. It is the Issue of Polixenes.
Leo. Hence with it, and together with the Dam,
Leo. Commit them to the fire.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. It is yours:
Paul. And might we lay th’old Prouerb to your charge,