Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paul. Paul.
Paul. I pray you doe not push me, Ile be gone.
Paul. Looke to your Babe (my Lord) 'tis yours: Ioue send her
Paul. A better guiding Spirit. What needs these hands?
Paul. You that are thus so tender o’re his Follyes,
Paul. Will neuer doe him good, not one of you.
Paul. So, so: Farewell, we are gone.
Paul. Exit.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Thou (Traytor) hast set on thy Wife to this.
Leo. My Child? away with’t? euen thou, that hast
Leo. A heart so tender o’re it, take it hence,
Leo. And see it instantly consum’d with fire.
Leo. Euen thou, and none but thou. Take it vp straight:
Leo. Within this houre bring me word 'tis done,
Leo. (And by good testimonie) or Ile seize thy life,
Leo. With what thou else call’st thine: if thou refuse,
Leo. And wilt encounter with my Wrath, say so;
Leo. The Bastard‑braynes with these my proper hands
Leo. Shall I dash out. Goe, take it to the fire,