Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. Of mighty opposites.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Why, what a King is this?
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Does it not, thinkst thee, stand me now vpon
Ham. He that hath kil'd my King, and whor'd my Mother,
Ham. Pop t in betweene th'election and my hopes,
Ham. Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,
Ham. And with such coozenage; is't not perfect conscience,
Ham. To quit him with this arme? And is't not to be damn'd
Ham. To let this Canker of our nature come
Ham. In further euill.
Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England
Hor. What is the issue of the businesse there.
Ham. It will be short,
Ham. The interim's mine, and a mans life's no more
Ham. Then to say one: but I am very sorry good Horatio,
Ham. That to Laertes I forgot my selfe;