Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Old. Cou. Doth to our Rose of youth rightlie belong
Old. Cou. Our bloud to vs, this to our blood is borne,
Old. Cou. It is the show, and seale of natures truth,
Old. Cou. Where loues strong passion is imprest in youth,
Old. Cou. By our remembrances of daies forgon,
Old. Cou. Such were our faults, or then we thought them none,
Old. Cou. Her eie is sicke on't, I obserue her now.
Hell. Hell.
Hell. What is your pleasure Madam?
Ol. Cou. Ol. Cou.
Ol. Cou. You know Hellen I am a mother to you.
Hell. Mine honorable Mistris.
Ol. Cou. Nay a mother, why not a mother? when I
Ol. Cou. sed a mother
Ol. Cou. Me thought you saw a serpent, what's in mother,
Ol. Cou. That you start at it? I say I am your mother,
Ol. Cou. And put you in the Catalogue of those
Ol. Cou. That were enwombed mine, 'tis often seene