Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. And why he left your Court, the Gods themselues
Her. (Wotting no more then I) are ignorant.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. You knew of his departure, as you know
Leo. What you haue vnderta’ne to doe in’s absence.
Leo. Her. Sir
Leo. The Winters Tale.
Her. Her.
Her. Sir,
Her. You speake a Language that I vnderstand not:
Her. My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames,
Her. Which Ile lay downe.
Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames.
Leo. You had a Bastard by Polixenes,
Leo. And I but dream’d it: As you were past all shame,
Leo. (Those of your Fact are so) so past all truth;
Leo. Which to deny, concernes more then auailes: for as
Leo. Thy Brat hath been cast out, like to it selfe,
Leo. No Father owning it (which is indeed