Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. Many receits he gaue me, chieflie one,
Hel. Which as the dearest issue of his practice
Hel. And of his olde experience, th' onlie darling,
Hel. He bad me store vp, as a triple eye,
Hel. Safer then mine owne two: more deare I haue so,
Hel. And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht
Hel. With that malignant cause, wherein the honour
Hel. Of my deare fathers gift, stands cheefe in power,
Hel. I come to tender it, and my appliance,
Hel. With all bound humblenesse.
King. King.
King. We thanke you maiden,
King. But may not be so credulous of cure,
King. When our most learned Doctors leaue vs, and
King. The congregated Colledge haue concluded,
King. That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature
King. From her inaydible estate: I say we must not
King. So staine our iudgement, or corrupt our hope,
King. To prostitute our past‑cure malladie
King. To empericks, or to disseuer so