Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke,
Mar. What might be toward, that this sweaty hast
Mar. Doth make the Night ioynt‑Labourer with the day:
Mar. Who is't that can informe me?
Hor. Hor.
Hor. That can I,
Hor. At
Hor. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Hor. At least the whisper goes so: Our last King,
Hor. Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Hor. Was (as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway,
Hor. (Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride)
Hor. Dar'd to the Combate. In which, our Valiant Hamlet,
Hor. (For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him)
Hor. Did slay this Fortinbras: who by a Seal'd Compact,
Hor. Well ratified by Law, and Heraldrie,
Hor. Did forfeite (with his life) all those his Lands
Hor. Which he stood seiz'd on, to the Conqueror;
Hor. Against the which, a Moity competent
Hor. Was gaged by our King: which had return'd