Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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Prince of Denmarke.
¶My Liege and Maddam, to expostulate
1115Why day is day, night, night, and time is time,
¶Were nothing but to wast night, day, and time,
¶Therefore breuitie is the soule of wit,
¶I will be briefe, your noble sonne is mad:
1120Mad call I it, for to define true madnes,
¶What ist but to be nothing els but mad,
¶But let that goe.
1125That hee's mad tis true, tis true, tis pitty,
¶And pitty tis tis true, a foolish figure,
¶But farewell it, for I will vse no art.
¶Mad let vs graunt him then, and now remaines
¶That we find out the cause of this effect,
¶For this effect defectiue comes by cause:
¶Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus
Perpend,
¶I haue a daughter, haue while she is mine,
¶Who in her dutie and obedience, marke,
¶
To the Celestiall and my soules Idoll, the most beau-
tified Ophelia, that's an ill phrase, a vile phrase,
¶Quee. Came this from Hamlet to her?
¶
Doubt thou the starres are fire,Letter.
1145Doubt that the Sunne doth moue,¶Doubt truth to be a lyer,¶But neuer doubt I loue.
¶O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers, I haue not art to recken
¶And more about hath his solicitings
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