Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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Prince of Denmarke.
¶Get you a place.
¶Ham. Excellent yfaith,
Of the Camelions dish, I eate the ayre,
These words are not mine.
¶Ham. No, nor mine now my Lord.
You playd once i'th Vniuersitie you say,
1955Pol. That did I my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor,
¶Ham. What did you enact?
¶Brutus kild mee.
¶Be the Players readie?
¶Ham. No good mother, heere's mettle more attractiue.
1965Pol. O ho, doe you marke that.
¶Ophe. No my Lord.
1970Ham. Doe you thinke I meant country matters?
¶Oph. I thinke nothing my Lord.
¶Ham. That's a fayre thought to lye betweene maydes legs.
¶Oph. What is my Lord?
¶Ham. Nothing.
1975Oph. You are merry my Lord.
¶Ham. Who I?
¶Oph. I my Lord.
¶be merry, for looke you how cheerefully my mother lookes, and my
1980father died within's two howres.
¶Oph. Nay, tis twice two months my Lord.
¶Ham. So long, nay then let the deule weare blacke, for Ile haue a
1985then there's hope a great mans memorie may out-liue his life halfe a
¶ô, the hobby-horse is forgot.
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