Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosin. Rosin.
Rosin. She desires to speake with you in her Closset,
Rosin. ere you go to bed.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our Mother.
Ham. Haue you any further Trade with vs?
Rosin. My Lord, you once did loue me.
Ham. So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
Rosin. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemThis m, and other letters on this page, are distorted by a crease running diagonally across the paper.
Rosin. per? You do freely barre the doore of your owne Liber
Rosin. tie, if you deny your greefes to your Friend.
Ham. Sir I lacke Aduancement.
Rosin. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of
Rosin. the King himselfe, for your Succession in Denmarke?