Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ghost. So to seduce? Won to to to this shamefull Lust
Ghost. The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene:
Ghost. Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there,
Ghost. From me, whose loue was of that dignity,
Ghost. That it went hand in hand, euen with the Vow
Ghost. I made to her in Marriage; and to decline
Ghost. Vpon a wretch, whose Naturall gifts were poore
Ghost. To those of mine. But Vertue, as it neuer wil be moued,
Ghost. Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen:
Ghost. So Lust, though to a radiant Angell link'd,
Ghost. Will sate it selfe in a Celestiall bed, & prey on Garbage.
Ghost. Oo
Ghost. But
Ghost. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Ghost. But soft, me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre;
Ghost. Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
Ghost. My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
Ghost. Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole
Ghost. With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
Ghost. And in the Porches of mine eares did poure