Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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Prince of Denmarke.
¶Take it to hart, fie, tis a fault to heauen,
¶A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
¶Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed
¶This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs
290As of a father, for let the world take note
¶You are the most imediate to our throne,
¶Doe I impart toward you for your intent
295In going back to schoole in Wittenberg,
¶And we beseech you bend you to remaine
¶Heere in the cheare and comfort of our eye,
¶I pray thee stay with vs, goe not to Wittenberg.
¶King. Why tis a louing and a faire reply,
305Be as our selfe in Denmarke, Madam come,
¶This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
¶Sits smiling to my hart, in grace whereof,
¶No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
¶But the great Cannon to the cloudes shall tell.
¶Respeaking earthly thunder; come away.
Florish.
Exeunt all,
but Hamlet
315Or that the euerlasting had not fixt
¶How wary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
¶Seeme to me all the vses of this world?
¶Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden
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