Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. That from a shelfe, the precious Diadem stole,
Ham. And put it in his Pocket.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. No more.
Qu. Enter Ghost.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. A King of shreds and patches.
Ham. Saue me; and houer o're me with your wings
Ham. You heauenly Guards. What would you gracious figure?
Qu. Alas he's mad.
Ham. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide,
Ham. That laps't in Time and Passion, lets go by
Ham. Th'important acting of your dread command? Oh say.
Ghost. Ghost.
Ghost. Do not forget: this Visitation
Ghost. Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
Ghost. But looke, Amazement on thy Mother sits;
Ghost. O step betweene her, and her fighting Soule,