Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet
¶If one could match you; the Scrimures of their nation
3099.1He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
3100Did Hamlet so enuenom with his enuy,
¶That he could nothing doe but wish and beg
¶Your sodaine comming ore to play with you.
¶Now out of this.
¶Laer. What out of this my Lord?
3105King. Laertes was your father deare to you?
¶Or are you like the painting of a sorrowe,
¶A face without a hart?
¶King. Not that I thinke you did not loue your father,
3110But that I knowe, loue is begunne by time,
¶Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it,
3112.1There liues within the very flame of loue
¶A kind of weeke or snufe that will abate it,
¶And nothing is at a like goodnes still,
¶For goodnes growing to a plurisie,
.5Dies in his owne too much, that we would doe
¶We should doe when we would: for this would changes,
¶And hath abatements and delayes as many,
¶As there are tongues, are hands, are accedents,
.10That hurts by easing; but to the quick of th'vlcer,
¶Hamlet comes back, what would you vndertake
3115More then in words?
¶Laer. To cut his thraot i'th Church.
¶Reuendge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes
¶Will you doe this, keepe close within your chamber,
3120Hamlet return'd, shall knowe you are come home,
¶The french man gaue you, bring you in fine together
3125Most generous, and free from all contriuing,
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