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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)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    1805 To a Nunnery goe. exit.
    1805.1 Ofe. Great God of heauen, what a quicke change is this?
    The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier, all in him,
    All da sht and splinterd thence, O woe is me,
    To a seene what I haue seene, see what I see. exit.
    King Loue? No, no, that's not the cause, Enter King and Corambis.
    1818.1 Some deeper thing it is that troubles him.
    Cor. Wel, something it is: my Lord, content you a while,
    I will my selfe goe feele him: let me worke,
    Ile try him euery way: see where he comes,
    1204.1 Send you those Gentlemen, let me alone
    To finde the depth of this, away, be gone. exit King.
    Now my good Lord, do you know me? Enter Hamlet.
    Ham. Yea very well, y'are a fi shmonger.
    Cor. Not I my Lord.
    Ham. Then sir, I would you were so hone st a man,
    1215 For to be hone st, as this age goes,
    1215 Is one man to be pickt out of tenne thousand.
    Cor. What doe you reade my Lord?
    1230 Ham. Wordes, wordes.
    Cor. What's the matter my Lord?
    Ham. Betweene who?
    Cor. I meane the matter you reade my Lord.
    1233.1 Ham. Mary mo st vile here sie:
    For here the Satyricall Satyre writes,
    1235 That olde men haue hollow eyes, weake backes,
    1235 Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges,
    All which sir, I mo st potently beleeue not:
    1240 For sir, your selfe shalbe olde as I am,
    If like a Crabbe, you could goe backeward.
    Cor. How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit:
    Yet at fir st he tooke me for a fi shmonger:
    1226.1 All this comes by loue, the vemencie of loue,
    And when I was yong, I was very idle,
    And suffered much exta sie in loue, very neere this:
    Will you walke out of the aire my Lord?
    Ham.
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