Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. (O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason
Ham. Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,
Ham. My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,
Ham. Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth?
Ham. Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares
Ham. Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes,
Ham. She married. O most wicked speed, to post
Ham. With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:
Ham. It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
Ham. But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Ham. Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Haile to your Lordship.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. I am glad to see you well:
Ham. Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.
Hor. The same my Lord,
Hor. And your poore Seruant euer.