Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. Let her not walke i'th'Sunne; Conception is a
Ham. blessing, but not as your daughter may conceiue. Friend
Ham. looke too't.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. How say you by that? Still harping on my daugh
Pol. ter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a Fishmon
Pol. ger: he is farre gone, farre gone: and truly in my youth,
Pol. I suffred much extreamity for loue: very neere this. Ile
Pol. speake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Words, words, words.
Pol. What is the matter, my Lord?
Ham. Betweene who?
Pol. I meane the matter you meane, my Lord.
Ham. Slanders Sir: for the Satyricall slaue saies here,
Ham. that old men haue gray Beards; that their faces are wrin