Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. But you'l be secret?
Both. Both.
Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
Ham. But hee's an arrant knaue.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the
Hor. Graue, to tell vs this.
Ham. Why right, you are i'th'right;
Ham. And so, without more circumstance at all,
Ham. I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:
Ham. You, as your busines and desires shall point you:
Ham. For euery man ha's businesse and desire,
Ham. Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
Ham. Looke you, Ile goe pray.
Hor. These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord.