Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
Not Peer Reviewed
Prince of Denmarke.
2115If I could see the puppets dallying.
¶Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene.
¶thy damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth bellow
¶for reuenge.
¶Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugges fit, and time agreeing,
¶Thou mixture ranck, of midnight weedes collected,
¶VVith Hecats ban thrice blasted, thrice inuected,
¶Thy naturall magicke, and dire property,
¶anon how the murtherer gets the loue of Gonzagoes wife.
¶Quee. How fares my Lord?
¶Pol. Giue ore the play.
¶The Hart vngauled play,
¶Thus runnes the world away.
Would not this sir & a forrest of fea-
¶thers, if the rest of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouinciall
¶Ham. A whole one I.
¶For thou doost know oh Damon deere
¶This Realme dismantled was
Of Ioue himselfe, and now raignes heere
¶A very very paiock.
¶Hora. You might haue rym'd.
¶pound. Did'st perceiue?
2160Hora. Very well my Lord.
¶Hor. I did very well note him.
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Ham.
