Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. 'Tis too much prou'd, that with Deuotions visage,
Pol. And pious Action, we do surge o're
Pol. The diuell himselfe.
King. King.
King. Oh'tis true:
King. How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience?
King. The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art
King. Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it,
King. Then is my deede, to my most painted word.
King. Oh heauie burthen!
Pol. Pol.
Pol. I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord.
Pol. Exeunt.
Pol. Enter Hamlet.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Ham. Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
Ham. The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,
Ham. Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
Ham. And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe