Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes, I: here they are, Madam:
Cor. But I beseech your Grace, without offence
Cor. (My Conscience bids me aske) wherefore you haue
Cor. Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds,
Cor. Which are the moouers of a languishing death:
Cor. But though slow, deadly.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. I wonder, Doctor,
Qu. Thou ask'st me such a Question: Haue I not bene
Qu. Thy Pupill long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
Qu. To make Perfumes? Distill? Preserue? Yea so,
Qu. That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft
Qu. For my Confections? Hauing thus farre proceeded,
Qu. (Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish) is't not meete
Qu. That I did amplifie my iudgement in
Qu. Other Conclusions? I will try the forces
Qu. Of these thy Compounds, on such Creatures as
Qu. We count not worth the hanging (but none humane)
Qu. To try the vigour of them, and apply
Qu. Allayments to their Act, and by them gather