Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Guild. the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a whol
Guild. some answer, I will doe your Mothers command'ment:
Guild. if not, your pardon, and my returne shall bee the end of
Guild. my Businesse.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Sir, I cannot.
Guild. Guild.
Guild. What, my Lord?
Ham. Make you a wholsome answere: my wits dis
Ham. eas'd. But sir, such answers as I can make, you shal com
Ham. mand: or rather you say, my Mother: therfore no more
Ham. but to the matter. My Mother you say.
Rosin. Rosin.
Rosin. Then thus she sayes: your behauior hath stroke
Rosin. her into amazement, and admiration.
Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne, that can so astonish a
Ham. Mother. But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mo
Ham. thers admiration?