Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laf. Laf.
Laf. Nay, come your waies.
Laf. Enter Hellen.
King. King.
King. This haste hath wings indeed.
Laf. Nay, come your waies,
Laf. This is his Maiestie, say your minde to him,
Laf. A Traitor you doe looke like, but such traitors
Laf. His Maiesty seldome feares, I am Cresseds Vncle,
Laf. That dare leaue two together, far you well.
Laf. Exit.
King. Now faire one, do's your busines follow vs?
Hel. Hel.
Hel. I my good Lord,
Hel. Gerard de Narbon was my father,
Hel. In what he did professe, well found.
King. I knew him.