Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Corn.
Corn. Oh Gods!
Corn. I left out one thing which the Queene confest,
Corn. Which must approue thee honest. If Pasanio
Corn. Haue (said she) giuen his Mistris that Confection
Corn. Which I gaue him for Cordiall, she is seru'd,
Corn. As I would serue a Rat.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. What's this, Cornelius?
Corn. The Queene (Sir) very oft importun'd me
Corn. To temper poysons for her, still pretending
Corn. The satisfaction of her knowledge, onely
Corn. In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges
Corn. Of no esteeme. I dreading, that her purpose
Corn. Was of more danger, did compound for her
Corn. A certaine stuffe, which being tane, would cease
Corn. The present powre of life, but in short time,
Corn. All Offices of Nature, should againe
Corn. Do their due Functions. Haue you tane of it?