Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed,
Ham. Pinch Wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
Ham. And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,
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Ham. Or
Ham. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Ham. Or padling in your necke with his damn'd Fingers,
Ham. Make you to rauell all this matter out,
Ham. That I essentially am not in madnesse,
Ham. But made in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,
Ham. For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
Ham. Would from a Paddocke, from a Bat, a Gibbe,
Ham. Such deere concernings hide, Who would do so,
Ham. No in despight of Sense and Secrecie,
Ham. Vnpegge the Basket on the houses top:
Ham. Let the Birds flye, and like the famous Ape
Ham. To try Conclusions in the Basket, creepe
Ham. And breake your owne necke downe.
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Qu. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,