Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Our cheefest Courtier Cosin, and our Sonne.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet:
Qu. I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. I shall in all my beft best
Ham. Obey you Madam.
King. King.
King. Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,
King. Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,
King. This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
King. Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
King. No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
King. But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,
King. And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,
King. Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away.
King. Exeunt
King. Manet Hamlet.
Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,