Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Qu. Make haste. Who ha's the note of them?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. I Madam.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. Dispatch.
Queen. Exit Ladies.
Queen. Now Master Doctor, haue you brought those drugges?
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes, I: here they are, Madam:
Cor. But I beseech your Grace, without offence
Cor. (My Conscience bids me aske) wherefore you haue
Cor. Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds,
Cor. Which are the moouers of a languishing death:
Cor. But though slow, deadly.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. I wonder, Doctor,
Qu. Thou ask'st me such a Question: Haue I not bene
Qu. Thy Pupill long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
Qu. To make Perfumes? Distill? Preserue? Yea so,
Qu. That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft