Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. Then you liue about her waste, or in the mid
Ham. dle of her fauour?
Guil. Guil.
Guil. Faith, her priuates, we.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true:
Ham. she is a Strumpet. What's the newes?
Rsin. Rsin.
Rsin. None my Lord; but that the World's growne
Rsin. honest.
Ham. Then is Doomesday neere: But your newes is
Ham. not true. Let me question more in particular: what haue
Ham. you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune,
Ham. that she sends you to Prison hither?
Guil. Prison, my Lord?
Ham. Denmark's a Prison.
Rosin. Rosin.