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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)

    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Cor. Haue I my Lord? I a s s ure your grace,
    I holde my duetie as I holde my life,
    Both to my God, and to my soueraigne King:
    1070 And I beleeue, or else this braine of mine
    Hunts not the traine of policie so well
    As it had wont to doe, but I haue found
    The very depth of Hamlets lunacie.
    1073.1 Queene God graunt he hath.
    Enter the Amba s s adors.
    King Now Voltemar, what from our brother Norway?
    1085 Volt. Mo st faire returnes of greetings and de sires,
    Vpon our fir st he sent forth to suppre s s e
    His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd
    To be a preparation gain st the Polacke:
    But better look't into, he truely found
    1090 It was again st your Highne s s e, whereat grieued,
    That so his sickene s s e, age, and impotence,
    Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arre sts
    On Fortenbra s s e, which he in briefe obays,
    Receiues rebuke from Norway: and in fine,
    1095 Makes vow before his vncle, neuer more
    To giue the a s s ay of Armes again st your Maie stie,
    Whereon olde Norway ouercome with ioy,
    Giues him three thousand crownes in annuall fee,
    And his Commi s sion to employ those souldiers,
    1100 So leuied as before, again st the Polacke,
    With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
    That it would please you to giue quiet pa s s e
    Through your dominions, for that enterprise
    On such regardes of safety and allowances
    1105 As therein are set downe.
    King It likes vs well, and at fit time and leasure
    Weele reade and answere these his Articles,
    Meane time we thanke you for your well
    Tooke labour: go to your re st, at night weele fea st togither:
    Right welcome home. exeunt Amba s s adors.
    Cor.