Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. That knew'st the very bottome of my soule,
King. That (almost) might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde,
King. Would'ftWould'st thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?
King. May it be possible, that forraigne hyer
King. Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill
King. That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
King. That though the truth of it stands off as grosse
King. As blacke and white, my eye will scarsely see it.
King. Treason, and murther, euer kept together,
King. As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose,
King. Working so grossely in an naturall cause,
King. That admiration did not hoope at them.
King. But thou (gainst all proportion) didst bring in
King. Wonder to waite on treason, and on murther:
King. And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was
King. That wrought vpon thee so preposterously,
King. Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence:
King. And
King. The Life of Henry the Fift.
King. And other diuels that suggest by treasons