Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard;
Ophe. Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
Ophe. And with his other hand thus o're his brow
Ophe. He fals to such perusall of my face,
Ophe. As he would draw it. Long staid he so,
Ophe. At last, a little shaking of mine Arme:
Ophe. And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe;
Ophe. He rais'd a sigh, so pittious and profound,
Ophe. That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke,
Ophe. And end his being. That done, he lets me goe,
Ophe. And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd,
Ophe. He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes,
Ophe. For out adores he went without their helpe;
Ophe. And to the last, bended their light on me.
Polon. Polon.
Polon. Goe with me, I will goe seeke the King,
Polon. This is the very extasie of Loue,
Polon. Whose violent property foredoes it selfe,
Polon. And
Polon. The Tragedie of Hamlet.