Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
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The Tragedy of Hamlet
¶In their tables, before they come to the play, as thus:
.5Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige? and, you owe me
¶A quarters wages: and, my coate wants a cullison:
¶And your beere is sowre: and, blabbering with his lips,
And thus keeping in his cinkapase of ieasts,
¶When, God knows, the warme Clowne cannot make a iest
¶Maisters tell him of it.
1900players We will my Lord.
¶Horatio. Heere my Lord.
1905As e're my conuersation cop'd withall.
¶Hor. O my lord!
1910Why should the poore be flattered?
¶What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee,
¶That nothing hath but thy good minde?
1912.1And not with such as thou Horatio.
¶There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue
¶Comes very neere the murder of my father,
¶Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes,
¶For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
And if he doe not bleach, and change at that,
Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well.
¶Ham. Harke, they come.
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Enter King, Queene, Corambis, and other Lords.
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