Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet
3440Fall tenne times double on that cursed head,
¶Depriued thee of, hold off the earth a while,
¶Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes;
3445Now pile your dust vpon the quicke and dead,
¶Till of this flat a mountaine you haue made
¶Of blew Olympus.
¶Like wonder wounded hearers: this is I
¶Hamlet the Dane.
¶Yet haue I in me something dangerous,
¶Which let thy wisedome feare; hold off thy hand,
¶Quee. Hamlet, Hamlet.
3461.1All. Gentlemen.
¶Hora. Good my Lord be quiet.
¶Ham. Why, I will fight with him vpon this theame
¶Vntill my eye-lids will no longer wagge.
¶Could not with all theyr quantitie of loue
¶Make vp my summe. What wilt thou doo for her.
¶King. O he is mad Laertes.
3470Quee. For loue of God forbeare him.
¶Woo't drinke vp Esill, eate a Crocadile?
¶Ile doo't, doost come heere to whine?
3475To out-face me with leaping in her graue,
¶Be buried quicke with her, and so will I.
¶And if thou prate of mountaines, let them throw
¶Millions of Acres on vs, till our ground
¶Sindging his pate against the burning Zone
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