Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet
¶sable Armes,
¶When he lay couched in th'omynous horse,
¶Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,
¶With heraldy more dismall head to foote,
¶Now is he totall Gules horridly trickt
1500With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
¶That lend a tirranus and a damned light
¶To their Lords murther, rosted in wrath and fire,
¶And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,
1505With eyes like Carbunkles, the hellish Phirrhus
¶Play. Anon he finds him,
¶Rebellious to his arme, lies where it fals,
¶Repugnant to commaund; vnequall matcht,
¶Pirrhus at Priam driues, in rage strikes wide,
¶But with the whiffe and winde of his fell sword,
1515Th'vnnerued father fals:
¶Seeming to feele this blowe, with flaming top
¶Which was declining on the milkie head
¶So as a painted tirant Pirrhus stood
¶Like a newtrall to his will and matter,
Did nothing:
¶As hush as death, anon the dreadfull thunder
¶And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,
1530On Marses Armor forg'd for proofe eterne,
¶Now falls on Priam.
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