Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
Ham. Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
Ham. Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
Ham. Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
Ham. Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
Ham. Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
Ham. To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
Ham. That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
Ham. Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
Ham. Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
Ham. So horridly to shake our disposition,
Ham. With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
Ham. Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
Ham. Ghost beckens Hamlet.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it,
Hor. As if it some impartment did desire
Hor. To you alone.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Looke with what courteous action