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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 Tragedy of Hamlet
    In their tables, before they come to the play, as thus:
    1892.5 Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige? and, you owe me
    A quarters wages: and, my coate wants a cullison:
    And your beere is sowre: and, blabbering with his lips,
    And thus keeping in his cinkapase of iea sts,
    When, God knows, the warme Clowne cannot make a ie st
    1892.10 Vnle s s e by chance, as the blinde man catcheth a hare:
    Mai sters tell him of it.
    1900 players We will my Lord.
    Ham. Well, goe make you ready. exeunt players.
    Horatio. Heere my Lord.
    Ham. Horatio, thou art euen as iu st a man,
    1905 As e're my conuersation cop'd withall.
    Hor. O my lord!
    Ham. Nay why should I flatter thee?
    1910 Why should the poore be flattered?
    What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee,
    That nothing hath but thy good minde?
    Let flattery sit on those time-plea sing tongs,
    To glose with them that loues to heare their praise,
    1912.1 And not with such as thou Horatio.
    There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue
    Comes very neere the murder of my father,
    When thou shalt see that Act afoote,
    Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes,
    For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
    And if he doe not bleach, and change at that,
    It is a damned gho st that we haue seene.
    Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well.
    Hor. My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face,
    1940 And not the smalle st alteration
    That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it.
    Ham. Harke, they come.
    Enter King, Queene, Corambis, and other Lords.
    King How now son Hamlet, how fare you, shall we haue (a play?
    Ham. Yfaith the Camelions di sh, not capon cramm'd,