Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosin. The liues of many, the cease of Maiestie
Rosin. Dies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth draw
Rosin. What's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheele
Rosin. Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount,
Rosin. To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser things
Rosin. Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles,
Rosin. Each small annexment, pettie consequence
Rosin. Attends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer alone
Rosin. Did the King sighe, but with a generall grone.
King. King.
King. Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage;
King. For we will Fetters put vpon this feare,
King. pp
King. Which
King. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
King. Which now goes too free‑footed.
Both. Both.
Both. We will haste vs.
Both. Exeunt Gent.
Both. Enter Polonius.