Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Winner and Looser.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. None but his Enemies.
King. King.
King. Will you know them then.
La. La.
La. To his good Friends, thus wide Ile opemy Armes:
La. And like the kinde Life‑rend'ring Politician,
La. Repast them with my blood.
King. Why now you speake
King. Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
King. That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,
King. And am most sensible in greefe for it,
King. It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce
King. As day do's to your eye.
King. A noise within.
King. Let her come in.
King. Enter Ophelia.