Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Polon. And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings,
Polon. As oft as any passion vnder Heauen,
Polon. That does afflict our Natures. I am sorrie,
Polon. What haue you giuen him any hard words of late?
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. No my good Lord: but as you did command,
Ophe. I did repell his Letters, and deny'de
Ophe. His accesse to me.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. That hath made him mad.
Pol. I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement
Pol. I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle,
Pol. And meant to wracke thee: but beshrew my iealousie:
Pol. It seemes it is as proper to our Age,
Pol. To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions,
Pol. As it is common for the yonger sort
Pol. To lacke discretion. Come, go we to the King,
Pol. This must be knowne, wc being kept close might moue
Pol. More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue.
Pol. Exeunt.