Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. leeue it. Adieu.
Pol. Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this
Pol. Machine is to him, Hamlet.
Pol. This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me:
Pol. And more aboue hath his soliciting,
Pol. As they fell out by Time, by Meanes, and Place,
Pol. All giuen to mine eare.
King. King.
King. But how hath she receiu'd his Loue?
Pol. Pol.
Pol. What do you thinke of me?
King. As of a man, faithfull and Honourable.
Pol. I wold faine proue so. But what might you think?
Pol. When I had seene this hot loue on the wing,
Pol. As I perceiued it, I must tell you that
Pol. Before my Daughter told me, what might you
Pol. Or my dcere deere Maiestie your Queene heere, think,
Pol. If I had playd the Deske or Table‑booke,