Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
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Prince of Denmarke.
Now my Lord, touching the yong Prince Hamlet,
¶Certaine it is that hee is madde: mad let vs grant him then:
¶Now to know the cause of this effect,
¶For this effect defectiue comes by cause.
¶Queene Good my Lord be briefe.
¶Cor. Madam I will: my Lord, I haue a daughter,
¶Haue while shee's mine: for that we thinke
¶My Lord, but note this letter,
¶The which my daughter in obedience
1135Deliuer'd to my handes.
1135.1King Reade it my Lord.
Cor. Marke my Lord.
¶Doubt that in earth is fire,
1145Doubt that the starres doe moue,
¶Doubt trueth to be a liar,
¶But doe not doubt I loue.
¶To the beautifull Ofelia:
¶Thine euer the most vnhappy Prince Hamlet.
¶My Lord, what doe you thinke of me?
1160I, or what might you thinke when I sawe this?
Cor. I would be glad to prooue so.
1170Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of your starre,
1170.1And one that is vnequall for your loue:
¶Therefore I did commaund her refuse his letters,
¶Shee as my childe obediently obey'd me.
¶Which I tooke to be idle, and but sport,
¶He straitway grew into a melancholy,
From that vnto a fast, then vnto distraction,
Then into a sadnesse, from that vnto a madnesse,
And
