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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.
    Ham. No offence in the world, poyson in iest, poison in
    King What do you call the name of the play?
    2105Ham. Mouse-trap: mary how trapically: this play is
    The image of a murder done in guyana, Albertus
    Was the Dukes name, his wife Baptista,
    Father, it is a knauish peece a worke: but what
    A that, it toucheth not vs, you and I that haue free
    2110Soules, let the galld iade wince, this is one
    Lucianus nephew to the King.
    Ofel. Ya're as good as a Chorus my lord.
    Ham. I could interpret the loue you beare, if I sawe the
    2115poopies dallying.
    1975Ofel. Y'are very pleasant my lord.
    Ham. Who I, your onlie jig-maker, why what shoulde
    a man do but be merry? for looke how cheerefully my mo-
    1980ther lookes, my father died within these two houres.
    Ofel. Nay, t'is twice two months, my Lord.
    Ham. Two months, nay then let the diuell weare blacke,
    For i'le haue a sute of Sables: Iesus, two months dead,
    1985And not forgotten yet? nay then there's some
    Likelyhood, a gentlemans death may outliue memorie,
    But by my faith hee must build churches then,
    Or els hee must follow the olde Epitithe,
    With hoh, with ho, the hobi-horse is forgot.
    Ofel. Your iests are keene my Lord.
    Ham. It would cost you a groning to take them off.
    Ofel. Still better and worse.
    2120Ham. So you must take your husband, begin. Murdred
    Begin, a poxe, leaue thy damnable faces and begin,
    Come, the croking rauen doth bellow for reuenge.
    Murd. Thoughts blacke, hands apt, drugs fit, and time
    Confederate season, else no creature seeing:
    Thou mixture rancke, of midnight weedes collected,
    With Hecates bane thrise blasted, thrise infected,
    Thy naturall magicke, and dire propertie,
    2130One wholesome life vsurps immediately.