Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paroll. diest in thine vnthankfulnes, and thine ignorance makes
Paroll. thee away, farewell: When thou hast leysure, say thy
Paroll. praiers: when thou hast none, remember thy Friends:
Paroll. V2
Paroll. Get
Paroll. All's Well that Ends Well.
Paroll. Get thee a good husband, and vse him as he vses thee:
Paroll. So farewell.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye,
Hel. Which we ascribe to heauen: the fated skye
Hel. Giues vs free scope, onely doth backward pull
Hel. Our slow designes, when we our selues are dull.
Hel. What power is it, which mounts my loue so hye,
Hel. That makes me see, and cannot feede mine eye?
Hel. The mightiest space in fortune, Nature brings
Hel. To ioyne like, likes; and kisse like natiue things.
Hel. Impossible be strange attempts to those
Hel. That weigh their paines in sence, and do suppose
Hel. What hath beene, cannot be. Who euer stroue