Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,
King. Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers
King. For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly
King. In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia
King. Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,
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King. Without
King. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
King. Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.
King. Last, and as much containing as all these,
King. Her Brother is in secret come from France,
King. Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,
King. And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare
King. With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
King. Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,
King. Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne
King. In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,
King. Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
King. Giues me superfluous death.
King. A Noise within.