Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laf. If seriously I may conuay my thoughts
Laf. In this my light deliuerance, I haue spoke
Laf. With one, that in her sexe, her yeeres, profession,
Laf. Wisedome and constancy, hath amaz'd mee more
Laf. Then I dare blame my weakenesse: will you see her?
Laf. For that is her demand, and know her businesse?
Laf. That done, laugh well at me.
King. King.
King. Now good Lafew,
King. Bring in the admiration, that we with thee
King. May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
King. By wondring how thou tookst it.
Laf. Laf.
Laf. Nay, Ile fit you,
Laf. And not be all day neither.
King. Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues.
Laf. Nay, come your waies.
Laf. Enter Hellen.