Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laer. Fall ten times trebble, on that cursed head
Laer. Whose wicked deed, thy most Ingenious sence
Laer. Depriu'd thee of. Hold off the earth a while,
Laer. Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes:
Laer. Leaps in the graue.
Laer. Now pile your dust, vpon the quick, and dead,
Laer. Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made,
Laer. To o're top old Pelion, or the skyish head
Laer. Of blew Olympus.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. What is he, whose griefes
Ham. Beares such an Emphasis? whose phrase of Sorrow
Ham. Coniure the wandrinig Starres, and makes them stand
Ham. Like wonder‑wounded hearers? This is I,
Ham. Hamlet the Dane.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. The deuill take thy soule.
Ham. Thou prai'st not well,
Ham. I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;