Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosin. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Begger that I am, I am euen poore in thankes;
Ham. but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks
Ham. are too deare a halfepeny; were you not sent for? Is it
Ham. your owne inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
Ham. deale iustly with me: come, come; nay speake.
Guil. Guil.
Guil. What should we say my Lord?
Ham. Why any thing. But to the purpose; you were
Ham. sent for; and there is a kinde confession in your lookes;
Ham. which your modesties haue not craft enough to co
Ham. lor, I know the good King & Queene haue sent for you.
Rosin. Rosin.
Rosin. To what end my Lord?
Ham. That you must teach me: but let mee coniure
Ham. you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
Ham. our youth, by the Obligation of our euer‑preserued loue,