Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. It is offended.
Barn. Barn.
Barn. See, it stalkes away.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, Speake.
Hor. Exit the Ghost.
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale:
Barn. Is not this something more then Fantasie?
Barn. What thinke you on't?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this beleeue
Hor. Without the sensible and true auouch
Hor. Of mine owne eyes.
Mar. Is it not like the King?