Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. and by what more deare, a better proposer could charge
Ham. you withall; be euen and direct with me, whether you
Ham. were sent for or no.
Rosin. Rosin.
Rosin. What say you?
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you; if you loue me
Ham. hold not off.
Guil. Guil.
Guil. My Lord, we were sent for.
Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
Ham. preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and
Ham. Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore
Ham. I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of ex
Ham. ercise; and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my dispositi
Ham. on; that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a ster
Ham. rill Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
Ham. look you, this braue ore‑hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe,
Ham. fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing