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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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.> 461 Enter Laertes, and {Opheliahis Sister} <Ophelia>.
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 1503 To their {Lords murther} <vilde Murthers>, rosted in wrath and fire, 2.2.461