Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. Wee'l be before our welcome.
Wid. Wid.
Wid. Gentle Madam,
Wid. You neuer had a seruant to whose trust
Wid. Your busines was more welcome.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Nor your Mistris
Hel. Euer a friend, whose thoughts more truly labour
Hel. To recompence your loue: Doubt not but heauen
Hel. Hath brought me vp to be your daughters dower,
Hel. As it hath fated her to be my motiue
Hel. And helper to a husband. But O strange men,
Hel. That can such sweet vse make of what they hate,
Hel. When sawcie trusting of the cosin'd thoughts
Hel. Defiles the pitchy night, so lust doth play
Hel. With what it loathes, for that which is away,
Hel. But more of this heereafter: you Diana,
Hel. Vnder my poore instructions yet must suffer
Hel. Something in my behalfe.
Dia. Dia.