Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pau. Vpon a barren Mountaine, and still Winter
Pau. In storme perpetuall, could not moue the Gods
Pau. To looke that way thou wer’t.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Go on, go on:
Leo. Thou canst not speake too much, I haue deseru’d
Leo. All tongues to talke their bittrest.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Say no more;
Lord. How ere the businesse goes, you haue made fault
Lord. I’th boldnesse of your speech.
Pau. Pau.
Pau. I am sorry for’t;
Pau. All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
Pau. I do repent: Alas, I haue shew’d too much
Pau. The rashnesse of a woman: he is toucht
Pau. To th’Noble heart. What’s gone, and what’s past helpe
Pau. Should be past greefe: Do not receiue affliction
Pau. At my petition; I beseech you, rather
Pau. Let me be punish’d, that haue minded you