Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Pol.
Pol. He will come straight:
Pol. Looke you lay home to him,
Pol. Tell him his prankes haue been too broad to beare with,
Pol. And that your Grace hath scree'nd screen'd , and stoode betweene
Pol. Much heate, and him. Ile silence me e'ene heere:
Pol. Pray you be round with him.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. within.
Ham. Mother, mother, mother.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Ile warrant you, feare me not.
Qu. Withdraw, I heare him comming.
Qu. Enter Hamlet.
Ham. Now Mother, what's the matter?
Qu. Hamlet, thou hast thy Father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you haue my Father much offended.