Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laf. I saw vpon her finger.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Hers it was not.
King. King.
King. Now pray you let me see it. For mine eye,
King. While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd too't:
King. This Ring was mine, and when I gaue it Hellen,
King. I bad her if her fortunes euer stoode
King. Necessitied to helpe, that by this token
King. I would releeue her. Had you that craft to reaue her
King. Of what should stead her most?
Ber. My gracious Soueraigne,
Ber. How ere it pleases you to take it so,
Ber. The ring was neuer hers.
Old La. Old La.
Old La. Sonne, on my life
Old La. I haue seene her weare it, and she reckon'd it
Old La. At her liues rate.
Laf. Laf.