Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. That with wings as swift
Ham. As meditation, or the thoughts of Loue,
Ham. May sweepe to my Reuenge.
Ghost. Ghost.
Ghost. I finde thee apt,
Ghost. And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede
Ghost. That rots it selfe in ease, on Lethe Wharfe,
Ghost. Would'st thou not stirre in this. Now Hamlet heare:
Ghost. It's giuen out, that sleeping in mine Orchard,
Ghost. A Serpent stung me: so the whole eare of Denmarke,
Ghost. Is by a forged processe of my death
Ghost. Rankly abus'd: But know thou Noble youth,
Ghost. The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life,
Ghost. Now weares his Crowne.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. O my Propheticke soule: mine Vncle?
Ghost. I that incestuous, that adulerate Beast
Ghost. With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous guifts.
Ghost. Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts, that haue the power