Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ophe. Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?
Hor. Hor.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
Ham. What hower now?
Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. No, it is strooke.
Hor. Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the (season,
Hor. Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
Hor. What
Hor. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Hor. What does this meane my Lord?
Ham. The King doth Wake to night, and takes his (rouse,
Ham. Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles,