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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
    2770 And his sandall shoone.
    White his shrowde as mountaine snowe,
    2780 Larded with sweete flowers,
    That bewept to the graue did not goe
    With true louers showers:
    He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
    At his head a gra s s e greene turffe,
    At his heeles a stone.
    king How i' st with you sweete Ofelia?
    Ofelia Well God yeeld you,
    It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground,
    I could not chuse but weepe:
    And will he not come againe?
    And will he not come againe?
    No, no, hee's gone, and we ca st away mone,
    And he neuer will come againe.
    2945 His beard as white as snowe:
    All flaxen was his pole,
    He is dead, he is gone,
    And we ca st away moane:
    God a mercy on his soule.
    And of all chri sten soules I pray God.
    God be with you Ladies, God be with you. exit Ofelia.
    2809.1 king A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede:
    O Time, how swiftly runnes our ioyes away?
    Content on earth was neuer certaine bred,
    To day we laugh and liue, to morrow dead.
    2835 How now, what noyse is that?
    A noyse within. enter Leartes.
    Lear. Stay there vntill I come,
    O thou vilde king, giue me my father:
    Speake, say, where's my father?
    king Dead.
    Lear. Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not
    Be juggled with, for he is murdred.
    2875 Queene True, but not by him.
    Leartes
    H