Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. In Florence was it from a casement throwne mee,
Ber. Wrap'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
Ber. Of her that threw it: Noble she was, and thought
Ber. I stood ingag'd, but when I had subscrib'd
Ber. To mine owne fortune, and inform'd her fully,
Ber. I could not answer in that course of Honour
Ber. As she had made the ouerture, she ceast
Ber. In heauie satisfaction, and would neuer
Ber. Receiue the Ring againe.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Platus himselfe,
Kin. That knowes the tinct and multiplying med'cine,
Kin. Hath not in natures mysterie more science,
Kin. Then I haue in this Ring. 'Twas mine, 'twas Helens,
Kin. Who euer gaue it you: then if you know
Kin. That you are well acquainted with your selfe,
Kin. Confesse 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
Kin. You got it from her. She call'd the Saints to suretie,
Kin. That she would neuer put it from her finger,
Kin. Vnlesse she gaue it to your selfe in bed,