Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. You must translate; Tis fit we vnderstand them.
King. Where is your Sonne?
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Ah my good Lord, what haue I seene to night?
King. King.
King. What Gertrude? How do's Hamlet?
Qu. Mad as the Seas, and winde, when both contend
Qu. Which is the Mightier in his lawless fit
Qu. Behinde the Arras, hearing some thing stirre,
Qu. He whips his Rapier out, and cries a Rat, a Rat,
Qu. And in his brainish apprehension killes
Qu. The vnseene good old man.
King. Oh heauy deed:
King. It had bin so with vs had we beene there:
King. His Liberty is full of threats to all,
King. To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one.
King. Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answered?
King. It will be laide to vs, whose prouidence