Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. I should haue fatted all the Region Kites
Ham. With this Slaues Offall, bloudy: a Bawdy villaine,
Ham. Remorselesse, Treacherous, Letcherous, kindles villaine!
Ham. Oh Vengeance!
Ham. Who? What an Asse am I? I sure, this is most braue,
Ham. That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered,
Ham. Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen, and Hell,
Ham. Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,
Ham. And fall a Cursing like a very Drab,
Ham. A Scullion? Fye vpon't: Foh. About my Braine.
Ham. I haue heard, that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play,Marks have been drawn in pencil on either side of this line.
Ham. Haue by the very cunning of the Scœne,
Ham. Bene strooke so to the soule, that presently
Ham. They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions.
Ham. For Murther, though it haue no tongue, will speake
Ham. With most myraculous Organ. Ile haue these Players,
Ham. Play something like the murder of my Father,
Ham. Before mine Vnkle. Ile obserue his lookes,
Ham. Ile rent him to the quicke: If he but blench
Ham. I know my course. The Spirit that I haue seene