Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. Clo.
Clo. A whorson mad Fellowes it was;
Clo. Whose doe you think it was?
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Nay, I know not.
Clo. A pestlence on him for a mad Rogue, a pou'rd pour'd a
Clo. Flaggon of Renish on my head once. This same Scull
Clo. Sir, this same Scull sir, was Yoricks Scull, the Kings Iester.
Ham. This?
Clo. E'ene that.
Ham. Let me see. Alas poore Yorick, I knew him Ho
Ham. ratio, a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he
Ham. hath borne me on his backe a thousand times.
Ham. And how abhorred my Imagination is, my gorge rises at it. Heere
Ham. hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft.
Ham. VVhere be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your