Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
Leo. My swift command: though I with Death, and with
Leo. Reward, did threaten and encourage him,
Leo. Not doing it, and being done: he (most humane,
Leo. And fill’d with Honor) to my Kingly Guest
Leo. Vnclasp’d my practise, quit his fortunes here
Leo. (Which you knew great) and to the hazard
Leo. Of all Incertainties, himselfe commended,
Leo. No richer then his Honor: How he glisters
Leo. Through my Rust? and how his Pietie
Leo. Do’s my deeds make the blacker?
Paul. Paul.
Paul. Woe the while:
Paul. O cut my Lace, least my heart (cracking it)
Paul. Breake too.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. What fit is this? good Lady?
Paul. What studied torments (Tyrant) hast for me?
Paul. What Wheeles? Racks? Fires? What flaying? boyling?