Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leon. all outward behauiours seemed euer to abhorre.
Bene. Bene.
Bene. Is't possible? sits the winde in that corner?
Leo. Leo.
Leo. By my troth my Lord, I cannot tell what to
Leo. thinke of it, but that she loues him with an inraged affe
Leo. ction, it is past the infinite of thought.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. May be she doth but counterfeit.
Claud. Claud.
Claud. Faith like enough.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. O God! counterfeit? there was neuer counter
Leon. feit of passion, came so neere the life of passion as she dis
Leon. couers it.
Prince. Why what effects of passion shewes she?
Claud. Baite the hooke well, this fish will bite.