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...'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc*d breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the vifage, Together with all forms, moods, fhews of grief, That can denote me truly. Thefe indeed feemy...

...'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn Black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the vifage» Together with all forms, moods, (hews of grief, That can denote me truly. Thefe indeed feem,...

...'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother. Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn Black. Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of thevifage, Together with all forms, moods, fbews of grief. That can denote me truly. Thxfe indeedy~e«m,...

...alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuilomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fuipiration of force'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the vifage, Together with all forms, moods, fhews of grief, That can denote me truly. Thefe in.ieed feent,...

...Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the vifage, Together with all forms, modes, Ihev/s of grief, That can denote me truly.—Thefe, indeed,...

...inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breatht No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the vifage, Together with all forms, modes, fliews of grfef, That can denote me truly. — Thefe, indeed,...

...'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejefted 'haviour of the vifage, Together with all forms, moods, fhews of grief, That can denote me...

...'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor cuftomary fuits of folemn black, Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejeded haviour of the vifage, Together with all forms, modes, mews of .grief % , That can denote me...

...common. Queen. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, 279 Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected...