Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee,
Hel. We blush that thou shouldst choose, but be refused;
Hel. Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer,
Hel. Wee'l nere come there againe.
King. King.
King. Make choise and see,
King. Who shuns thy loue, shuns all his loue in mee.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly,
Hel. And to imperiall loue, that God most high
Hel. Do my sighes streame: Sir, wil you heare my suite?
1. Lo. 1. Lo.
1. Lo. And grant it.
Hel. Thankes sir, all the rest is mute.
Ol. Laf. Ol. Laf.
Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise, then throw
Ol. Laf. Ames‑ace for my life.
Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes,