Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. Of thousand’s that had struck anoynted Kings,
Cam. And flourish’d after, Il’d not do’t: But since
Cam. Nor Brasse, nor Stone, nor Parchment beares not one,
Cam. Let Villanie it selfe forswear’t. I must
Cam. Forsake the Court: to do’t, or no, is certaine
Cam. To me a breake‑neck. Happy Starre raigne now,
Cam. Here comes Bohemia.
Cam. Enter Polixenes.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. This is strange: Me thinks
Pol. My fauor here begins to warpe. Not speake?
Pol. Good day Camillo.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Hayle most Royall Sir.
Pol. What is the Newes i’th’Court?
Cam. None rare (my Lord.)
Pol. The King hath on him such a countenance,