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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
    Ham. He poysons him for his e state.
    2140 King Lights, I will to bed.
    Cor. The king rises, lights hoe.
    Exeunt King and Lordes.
    Ham. What, frighted with false fires?
    Then let the stricken deere goe weepe,
    The Hart vngalled play,
    2145 For some mu st laugh, while some mu st weepe,
    Thus runnes the world away.
    2146.1 Hor. The king is mooued my lord.
    Hor. I Horatio, i'le take the Gho sts word
    For more then all the coyne in Denmarke.

    Enter Ro s s encraft and Gilder stone.

    Ross. Now my lord, how i' st with you?
    2165 Ham. And if the king like not the tragedy,
    Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
    2166.1 Ross. We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant,
    My good lord, let vs againe intreate
    To know of you the ground and cause of your di stempera- (ture
    Gil. My lord, your mother craues to speake with you.
    Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother.
    2203.1 Ross. But my good Lord, shall I intreate thus much?
    Ham. I pray will you play vpon this pipe?
    Ross. Alas my lord I cannot.
    Ham. Pray will you.
    2225 Gil. I haue no skill my Lord.
    Ham. why looke, it is a thing of nothing,
    T'is but stopping of these holes,
    And with a little breath from your lips,
    2230 It will giue mo st delicate mu sick.
    Gil. But this cannot wee do my Lord.
    Ham. Pray now, pray hartily, I beseech you.
    Ros. My lord wee cannot.
    Ham. Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of (me?