Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. They foole me to the top of my bent.
Ham. I will come by and by.
Polon. Polon.
Polon. I will say so.
Polon. Exit.Brown ink smudge.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. By and by, is easily said. Leaue me Friends:
Ham. 'Tis now the verie witching time of night,
Ham. When Churchyards yawne, and Hell it selfe breaths out
Ham. Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,
Ham. And do such bitter businesse as the day
Ham. Would quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother:
Ham. Oh Heart, loose not thy Nature; let not euer
Ham. The Soule of Nero, enter this firme bosome:
Ham. Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
Ham. I will speake Daggers to her, but vse none:
Ham. My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites.
Ham. How in my words someuer she be shent,
Ham. To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule consent.
Ham. [Act 3, Scene 3]