Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. That no Reuennew hast, but thy good spirits
Ham. To
Ham. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Ham. To feed & cloath thee. Why shold the poor be flatter'd?
Ham. No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pompe,
Ham. And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee,
Ham. Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare,
Ham. Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse,
Ham. And could of men distinguish, her election
Ham. Hath seal'd thee for her selfe. For thou hast bene
Ham. As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing.
Ham. A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards
Ham. Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And blest are those,
Ham. Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co‑mingled,
Ham. That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger,
Ham. To sound what stop she please. Giue me that man,
Ham. That is not Passions Slaue, and I will weare him
Ham. In my hearts Core: I, in my Heart of heart,
Ham. As I do thee. Something too much of this.
Ham. There is a Play to night before the King.