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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.
    But called it an hone st methode, as wholesome as sweete.
    Come, a speech in it I chiefly remember
    Was Æneas tale to Dido,
    1490 And then especially where he talkes of Princes slaughter,
    If it liue in thy memory beginne at this line,
    Let me see.
    The rugged Pyrrus, like th'arganian bea st:
    No t'is not so, it begins with Pirrus:
    1493.1 O I haue it.
    The rugged Pirrus, he whose sable armes,
    1495 Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble,
    When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
    Hath now his blacke and grimme complexion smeered
    With Heraldry more dismall, head to foote,
    Now is he totall guise, horridely tricked
    1500 With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
    Back't and imparched in calagulate gore,
    Rifted in earth and fire, olde grand sire Pryam seekes:
    1503.1 So goe on.
    Cor. Afore God, my Lord, well spoke, and with good (accent.
    Play. Anone he finds him striking too short at Greeks,
    1510 His antike sword rebellious to his Arme,
    Lies where it falles, vnable to re si st.
    Pyrrus at Pryam driues, but all in rage,
    Strikes wide, but with the whiffe and winde
    Of his fell sword, th'unnerued father falles.
    Cor. Enough my friend, t'is too long.
    Ham. It shall to the Barbers with your beard:
    1540 A pox, hee's for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry,
    1540 Or else he sleepes, come on to Hecuba, come.
    Play. But who, O who had seene the mobled Queene?
    Cor. Mobled Queene is good, faith very good.
    1550 Play. All in the alarum and feare of death rose vp,
    And o're her weake and all ore-teeming loynes, a blancket
    And a kercher on that head, where late the diademe stoode,
    Who this had seene with tongue inuenom'd speech,