Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene,
King. About the World haue times twelue thirties beene,
King. Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
King. Vnite comutuall, in most sacred Bands.
Bap. Bap.
Bap. So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone
Bap. Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be done.
Bap. But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
Bap. So farre from cheere, and from your forme state,
Bap. That I distrust you: yet though I distrust,
Bap. Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must:
Bap. For womens Feare and Loue, holds quantitie,
Bap. In
Bap. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Bap. In neither ought, or in extremity:
Bap. Now what my loue is, proofe hath made you know,
Bap. And as my Loue is siz'd, my Feare is so.
King. King.
King. Faith I must leaue thee Loue, and shortly too:
King. My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do: