Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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
Ol. Cou. Adoption striues with nature, and choise breedes
Ol. Cou. A natiue slip to vs from forraine seedes:
Ol. Cou. You nere opprest me with a mothers groane,