Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. Oh, oh, oh.
Doct. Doct.
Doct. What a sigh is there? The hart is sorely charg'd.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. I would not haue such a heart in my bosome,
Gent. for the dignity of the whole body.
Doct. Well, well, well.
Gent. Pray God it be sir.
Doct. This disease is beyond my practise: yet I haue
Doct. knowne those which haue walkt in their sleep, who haue
Doct. dyed holily in their beds.
Lad. Lad.
Lad. Wash your hands, put on your Night‑Gowne,
Lad. looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried;
Lad. he cannot come out on's graue.
Doct. Euen so?