Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Play. I my Lord.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you
Ham. mock him not. My good Friends, Ile leaue you til night
Ham. you are welcome to Elsonower?
Rosin. Rosin.
Rosin. Good my Lord.
Rosin. Exeunt.
Rosin. Manet Hamlet.
Ham. I so, God buy'ye: Now I am alone.
Ham. Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I?
Ham. Is it not monstrous that this Player heere,
Ham. But in a Fixion, in a dreame of Passion,
Ham. Could force his soule so to his whole conceit,
Ham. That from her working, all his visage warm'd:
Ham. Teares in his eyes, distraction in's Aspect,
Ham. A broken voyce, and his whole Function suiting
Ham. With Formes, to his Conceit? And all for nothing?
Ham. For Hecuba?