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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
    2235 You would seeme to know my stops, you would play vpon mee,
    You would search the very inward part of my hart,
    And diue into the secrect of my soule.
    2240 Zownds do you thinke I am ea sier to be pla'yd
    On, then a pipe? call mee what In strument
    You will, though you can frett mee, yet you can not
    Play vpon mee, be sides, to be demanded by a spunge.
    Ros. How a spunge my Lord?
    2645 Ham. I sir, a spunge, that sokes vp the kings
    2645 Countenance, fauours, and rewardes, that makes
    His liberalitie your store house: but such as you,
    Do the king, in the end, be st seruise;
    For hee doth keep you as an Ape doth nuttes,
    In the corner of his Iaw, fir st mouthes you,
    Then swallowes you: so when hee hath need
    Of you, t'is but squee sing of you,
    2650 And spunge, you shall be dry againe, you shall.
    2650.1 Ros. Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue.
    Ham Farewell, farewell, God ble s s e you.
    2242.1 Exit Ro s s encraft and Gilder stone.

    Enter Corambis
    2245 Cor. My lord, the Queene would speake with you.
    Ham. Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell?
    Cor. T'is like a camell in deed.
    2250 Ham. Now me thinkes it's like a weasel.
    Cor. T'is back't like a weasell.
    Ham. Or like a whale.
    Cor. Very like a whale. exit Coram.
    Ham. Why then tell my mother i'le come by and by.
    2254.1 Good night Horatio.
    Hor. Good night vnto your Lord ship. exit Horatio.
    Ham. My mother she hath sent to speake with me:
    O God, let ne're the heart of Nero enter
    2265 This soft bosome.
    Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall.
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