Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ghost. The leaperous Distilment; whose effect
Ghost. Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,
Ghost. That swift as Quick‑siluer, it courses through
Ghost. The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body;
Ghost. And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset
Ghost. And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
Ghost. The thin and wholsome blood: so did it mine;
Ghost. And a most instant Tetter bak'd about,
Ghost. Most Lazar‑like, with vile and loathsome crust,
Ghost. All my smooth Body.
Ghost. Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,
Ghost. Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;
Ghost. Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne,
Ghost. Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
Ghost. No reckoning made, but sent to my account
Ghost. With all my imperfections on my head;
Ghost. Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible:
Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;
Ghost. Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
Ghost. A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.