Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ham. I am but mad North, North‑West: when the
Ham. Winde is Southerly, I know a Hawke from a Handsaw.
Ham. Enter Polonius.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen.
Ham. Ham.
Ham. Hearke you Guildensterne, and you too: at each
Ham. eare a hearer: that great Baby you see there, is not yet
Ham. out of his swathing clouts.
Rosin. Rosin.
Rosin. Happily he's the second time come to them: for
Rosin. they say, an old man is twice a childe.
Ham. I will Prophesie. Hee comes to tell me of the
Ham. Players. Mark it, you say right Sir: for a Monday mor
Ham. ning 'twas so indeed.
Pol. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
Ham. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.