Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laer. Laer.
Laer. Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe:
Laer. She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.
Ophe. Ophe.
Ophe. And will he not come againe,
Ophe. And will he not come againe:
Ophe. No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death‑bed,
Ophe. He neuer wil come againe.
Ophe. His Beard as white as Snow,
Ophe. All Flaxen was his Pole:
Ophe. He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
Ophe. Gramercy on his Soule.
Ophe. And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.
Ophe. God buy ye.
Ophe. Exeunt Ophelia
Laer. Do you see this, you Gods?
King. King.
King. Laertes, I must common with your greefe,
King. Or you deny me right: go but apart,