Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brother. If you goe on thus, you will kill your selfe,
Brother. And 'tis not wisedome thus to second griefe,
Brother. Against your selfe.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. I pray thee cease thy counsaile,
Leon. Which falls into mine eares as profitlesse,
Leon. As water in a siue: giue not me counsaile,
Leon. Nor let no comfort delight mine eare,
Leon. But such a one whose wrongs doth sute with mine.
Leon. Bring me a father that so lou'd his childe,
Leon. Whose ioy of her is ouerȑwhelmed like mine,
Leon. And bid him speake of patience,
Leon. Measure his woe the length and bredth of mine,
Leon. And let it answere euery straine for straine,
Leon. As thus for thus, and such a griefe for such,
Leon. In euery lineament, branch, shape, and forme:
Leon. If such a one will smile and stroke his beard,
Leon. And sorrow, wagge, crie hem, when he should grone,
Leon. Patch griefe with prouerbs, make misfortune drunke,
Leon. With candleȑwasters: bring him yet to me,