Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Abh. Looke you Sir, heere comes your ghostly Fa
Abh. ther: do we iest now thinke you?
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Sir, induced by my charitie, and hearing how
Duke. hastily you are to depart, I am come to aduise you,
Duke. Comfort you, and pray with you.
Bar. Bar.
Bar. Friar, not I: I haue bin drinking hard all night,
Bar. and I will haue more time to prepare mee, or they shall
Bar. beat out my braines with billets: I will not consent to
Bar. die this day, that's certaine.
Duke. Oh sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
Duke. Looke forward on the iournie you shall go.
Bar. I sweare I will not die to day for anie mans per
Bar. swasion.
Duke. But heare you: