Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet
¶
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
Ham. Has this fellowe no feeling of his busines? a sings in graue-
¶making.
¶Clow.
But age with his stealing steppesSong.¶_hath clawed me in his clutch,3265And hath shipped me into the land,
¶knaue iowles it to the ground, as if twere Caines iawbone, that did the
3270ore-reaches; one that would circumuent God, might it not?
¶Hora. It might my Lord.
¶Hor. I my Lord.
¶but to play at loggits with them: mine ake to thinke on't.
¶Clow.
A pickax and a spade a spade,Song.
¶_O a pit of Clay for to be made
3290where be his quiddities now, his quillites, his cases, his tenurs, and his
¶tricks? why dooes he suffer this madde knaue now to knocke him a-
¶on of battery, hum, this fellowe might be in's time a great buyer of
3295Land, with his Statuts, his recognisances, his fines, his double vou-
¶chers, his recoueries, to haue his fine pate full of fine durt, will vou-
¶chers vouch him no more of his purchases & doubles then the length
3300and breadth of a payre of Indentures? The very conueyances of his
¶no more, ha.
¶Hora. Not a iot more my Lord.
Hora.
