Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. Sir, I can nothing say, But that I am your most obedient seruant.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Come, come, no more of that.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. And euer shall
Hel. With true obseruance seeke to eeke out that
Hel. Wherein toward me my homely starres haue faild
Hel. To equall my great fortune.
Ber. Let that goe: my hast is verie great. Farwell:
Ber. Hie home.
Hel. Pray sir your pardon.
Ber. Well, what would you say?
Hel. I am not worthie of the wealth I owe,
Hel. Nor dare I say 'tis mine: and yet it is,
Hel. But like a timorous theefe, most faine would steale
Hel. What law does vouch mine owne.