Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1. Player. So
1. Player. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
1. Player. So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
1. Player. And like a Newtrall to his will and matter, did nothing.
1. Player. But as we often see against some storme,
1. Player. A silence in the Heauens, the Racke stand still,
1. Player. The bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
1. Player. As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder
1. Player. Doth rend the Region. So after Pyrrhus pause,
1. Player. A ro wsed Vengeance sets him new a‑worke,An ink mark follows this line.
1. Player. And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
1. Player. On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,
1. Player. With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword
1. Player. Now falles on Priam.
1. Player. Out, out, thou Strumpet‑Fortune, all you Gods,
1. Player. In generall Synod take away her power:
1. Player. Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele,
1. Player. And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen,
1. Player. As low as to the Fiends.
Pol. Pol.