Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fren.G. Thither we bend againe.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Looke on his Letter Madam, here's my Pasport.
Hel. When thou canst get the Ring vpon my finger, which neuer
Hel. shall come off, and shew mee a childe begotten of thy bodie,
Hel. that I am father too, then call me husband: but in such a (then)
Hel. I write a Neuer.
Hel. This is a dreadfull sentence.
La. La.
La. Brought you this Letter Gentlemen?
1. G. 1. G.
1. G. I Madam, and for the Contents sake are sorrie
1. G. for our paines.
Old La. Old La.
Old La. I prethee Ladie haue a better cheere,
Old La. If thou engrossest, all the greefes are thine,
Old La. Thou robst me of a moity: He was my sonne,
Old La. But I do wash his name out of my blood,
Old La. And thou art all my childe. Towards Florence is he?
Fren.G. Fren.G.