The Tragedy of Hamlet
7371524He made to you in marriage, and he is dead.
24471525Murdred, damnably murdred, this was your hu
sband,
1526Looke you now, here is your hu
sband,
2447.31529A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eie,
2447.41530To a
ffright children and amaze the world:
24501531And this
same haue you left to change with this.
24551532What Diuell thus hath co
soned you at hob-man blinde?
24491533A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him
2449.11534That
slew my father, and your deere hu
sband,
24681535To liue in the ince
stuous plea
sure of his bed?
24641536Queene O Hamlet,
speake no more.
2464.11537Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde,
24831538For a king of clowts, of very
shreads.
1540Ham. Nay but
still to per
sist and dwell in
sinne,
24691541To
sweate vnder the yoke of infamie,
2469.11542To make increa
se of
shame, to
seale damnation.
24531544Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine,
2453.11545Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came,
24591546Who'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart,
24581547When lu
st shall dwell within a matrons brea
st?
25391548Queene Hamlet, thou cleaues my heart in twaine.
25411549Ham. O throw away the wor
ser part of it, and keepe the
24821551 Enter the ghost in his night gowne.
1553Powers aboue, and houer ouer mee,
1554With your cele
stiall wings.
24871555Doe you not come your tardy
sonne to chide,
24881556That I thus long haue let reuenge
slippe by?
25081557O do not glare with lookes
so pittifull!
25091558Le
st that my heart of
stone yeelde to compa
ssion,
And