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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 Tragedie of Hamlet
    Lear. By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued.
    king Let him goe Gertred, away, I feare him not,
    There's such diuinitie doth wall a king,
    That treason dares not looke on.
    Let him goe Gertred, that your father is murdred,
    T'is true, and we mo st sory for it,
    2901.1 Being the chiefe st piller of our state:
    Therefore will you like a mo st desperate gam ster,
    Swoop- stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all?
    2895 Lear. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms,
    And locke them in my hart, but to his foes,
    551.1 I will no reconcilement but by bloud.
    king Why now you speake like a mo st louing sonne:
    And that in soule we sorrow for for his death,
    Your selfe ere long shall be a witne s s e,
    2960 Meane while be patient, and content your selfe.
    2905 Enter Ofelia as before.
    Lear. Who's this, Ofelia? O my deere si ster!
    I' st po s sible a yong maides life,
    Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe?
    2913.1 O heau'ns themselues! how now Ofelia?
    Ofel. Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures:
    Here, here is rew for you,
    You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes,
    Heere's some for me too: you mu st weare your rew
    2935 With a difference, there's a dazie.
    Here Loue, there's rosemary for you
    For remembrance: I pray Loue remember,
    And there's pansey for thoughts.
    2930 Lear. A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance:
    O God, O God!
    Ofelia There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you
    Some violets, but they all withered, when
    My father died: alas, they say the owle was
    2785 A Bakers daughter, we see what we are,
    2785 But can not tell what we shall be.
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