Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Vpon thy certainty and confidence,
King. What dar'st thou venter?
Hell. Hell.
Hell. Taxe of impudence,
Hell. A strumpets boldnesse, a divulged shame
Hell. Traduc'd by odious ballads: my maidens name
Hell. Seard otherwise, ne worse of worst extended
Hell. With vildest torture, let my life be ended.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
Kin. His powerfull sound, within an organ weake:
Kin. And what impossibility would slay
Kin. In common sence, sence saues another way:
Kin. Thy life is deere, for all that life can rate
Kin. Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate:
Kin. Youth, beauty, wisedome, courage, all
Kin. That happines and prime, can happy call:
Kin. Thou this to hazard, needs must intimate
Kin. Skill infinite, or monstrous desperate,
Kin. Sweet practiser, thy Physicke I will try,