Paul. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought the sight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, for the stone [is mine],
I'ld not have show'd it.
Leon. Do not draw the curtain.
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Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
May think anon it [moves].
Leon. Let be, let be.
Would I were dead, but that, methinks, [already—]