Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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Prince of Denmarke.
¶Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
70What thinke you-ont?
¶Hora. Before my God I might not this belieue,
¶Without the sencible and true auouch
¶Of mine owne eies.
¶Mar. Is it not like the King?
¶Such was the very Armor he had on,
¶When he the ambitious Norway combated,
¶So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
80Tis strange.
¶Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre,
¶With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch.
¶Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,
¶So nightly toiles the subiect of the land,
90And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
¶Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
¶Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
95Who ist that can informe mee?
¶Hora. That can I.
¶Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs,
100Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride
¶Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
¶Well ratified by lawe and heraldy
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