Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hor. Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. 'Twere good she were spoken with,
Qu. For she may strew dangerous coniectures
Qu. In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.
Qu. To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is)
Qu. Each toy seemes Prologue, to some great amisse,
Qu. So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt,
Qu. It spill's it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.
Qu. Enter Ophelia distracted.
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.
Qu. How now Ophelia?
Ophe. How shonld I your true loue know from another one?
Ophe. By his Cockle hat and staffe, and his Sandal shoone.
Qu. Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song?