Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Sen. Haue their round hanches goard.
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. Indeed my Lord
1. Lord. The melancholy Iaques grieues at that,
1. Lord. And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe
1. Lord. Then doth your brother that hath banish'd you:
1. Lord. To day my Lord of Amiens, and my selfe,
1. Lord. Did steale behinde him as he lay along
1. Lord. Vnder an oake, whose anticke roote peepes out
1. Lord. Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood,
1. Lord. To the which place a poore sequestred Stag
1. Lord. That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt,
1. Lord. Did come to languish; and indeed my Lord
1. Lord. The wretched annimall heau'd forth such groanes
1. Lord. That their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat
1. Lord. Almost to bursting, and the big round teares
1. Lord. Cours'd one another downe his innocent nose
1. Lord. In pitteous chase: and thus the hairie foole,
1. Lord. Much marked of the melancholie Iaques,
1. Lord. Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brooke,