Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Guild. Guild.
Guild. I know no touch of it, my Lord.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. 'Tis as easie as lying: gouerne these Ventiges
Ham. with your finger and thumbe, giue it breath with your
Ham. mouth, and it will discourse most excellent Musicke.
Ham. Looke you, these are the stoppes.
Guild. But these cannot I command to any vtterance
Guild. of hermony, I haue not the skill.
Ham. Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing
Ham. you make of me: you would play vpon mee; you would
Ham. seeme to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart
Ham. of my Mysterie; you would sound mee from my lowest
Ham. Note, to the top of my Compasse: and there is much Mu
Ham. sicke, excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot
Ham. you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am easier to bee
Ham. plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will,
Ham. though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me, God