Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hell. Hell.
Hell. I will tell truth, by grace it selfe I sweare:
Hell. You know my Father left me some prescriptions
Hell. Of rare and prou'd effects, such as his reading
Hell. And manifest experience, had collected
Hell. For generall soueraigntie: and that he wil'd me
Hell. In heedefull'st reseruation to bestow them,
Hell. As notes, whose faculties inclusiue were,
Hell. More then they were in note: Amongst the rest,
Hell. There is a remedie, approu'd, set downe,
Hell. To cure the desperate languishings whereof
Hell. The King is render'd lost.
Cou. Cou.
Cou. This was your motiue for Paris, was it, speake?
Hell. My Lord, your sonne, made me to think of this;
Hell. Else Paris, and the medicine, and the King,
Hell. Had from the conuersation of my thoughts,
Hell. Happily beene absent then.