Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Haue I, my Lord? Assure you, my good Liege,
Pol. I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
Pol. Both to my God, one to my gracious King:
Pol. And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine
Pol. Hunts not the traile of Policie, so sure
Pol. As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found
Pol. The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie.
King. King.
King. Oh speake of that, that I do long to heare.
Pol. Giue first admittance to th'Ambassadors,
Pol. My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast.
King. Thy selfe do grace to them, and bring them in.
King. He tels me my sweet Queene, that he hath found
King. The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. I doubt it is no other, but the maine,