Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. ly my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two
Ham. Houres.
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. Nay,'tis twice two moneths, my Lord.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke,
Ham. for Ile haue a suite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two mo
Ham. neths ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a
Ham. great mans Memorie, may out‑liue his life halfe a yeare:
Ham. But byrlady he must builde Churches then: or else shall
Ham. he suffer not thinking on, with the Hoby‑horsse, whose
Ham. Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby‑horse is forgot.
Ham. Hoboyes play. The dumbe shew enters.
Ham. Enter a King and Queene, very louingly; the Queene embra
Ham. cing him. She kneeles and makes shew of Protestation vnto
Ham. him. He takes her vp, and dcclines declines his head vpon her neck:
Ham. Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers. She seeing him
Ham. a‑sleepe, leaues him. Anon comes in a Fellow, takes off his
Ham. Crowne, kisses it, and powres poyson in the Kings eares, and
Ham. Exits. The Queene returnes, findes the King dead, and