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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "457"

The Tragedie of
H A M L E T

Prince of Denmarke.

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   454        All. Our dutie to your honor.  Exeunt.	1.2.252
   455        Ham. Your {loues} <loue>, as mine to you, farwell.	1.2.253
   456       My fathers spirit (in armes) all is not well,	1.2.254
   457       I doubt some foule play, would the night were come,	1.2.255
   458       Till then sit still my soule, {fonde} <foule> deedes will rise	1.2.256
   459       Though all the earth ore-whelme them to mens eyes. Exit.	1.2.257
   460                    <Scena Tertia.>

   
   
   
   
   
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   1496     When he lay couched in {th'omynous} <the Ominous> horse,	2.2.454
   1497     Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,	2.2.455
   1498     With {heraldy} <Heraldry> more dismall head to foote,	2.2.456
   1499     Now is he {totall} <to take> Gules horridly trickt	2.2.457
   1500     With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,	2.2.458
   1501     Bak'd and empasted with the parching streetes	2.2.459
   1502     That lend a tirranus and {a} damned light	2.2.460