Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laer. Froward, not permanent; sweet not lasting
Laer. The suppliance of a minute? No more.
Ophel. Ophel.
Ophel. No more but so.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. Thinke it no more:
Laer. For nature cressant does not grow alone,
Laer. In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,
Laer. The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule
Laer. Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
Laer. And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch
Laer. The vertue of his feare: but you must feare
Laer. His
Laer. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Laer. His greatnesse weigh'd, his will is not his owne;
Laer. For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth:
Laer. Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe,
Laer. Carue for himselfe; for, on his choyce depends
Laer. The sanctity and health of the weole State.
Laer. And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd