Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Priest. Priest.
Priest. No more be done:
Priest. We should prophane the seruice of the dead,
Priest. To sing sage Requiem, and such rest to her
Priest. As to peace‑parted Soules.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. Lay her i'th'earth,
Laer. And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh,
Laer. May Violets spring. I tell thee (churlish Priest)
Laer. A Ministring Angell shall my Sister be,
Laer. When thou liest howling?
Ham. Ham.
Ham. What, the faire Ophelia?
Queene. Queene.
Queene. Sweets, to the sweet farewell.
Queene. I hop'd thou should'st haue bin my Hamlets wife:
Queene. I thought thy Bride‑bed to haue deckt (sweet Maid)
Queene. And not t'haue strew'd thy Graue.
Laer. Oh terrible woer,