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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.
    3551.1 So all was done without discouerie.
    Queene Thankes be to heauen for ble s sing of the prince,
    Horatio once againe I take my leaue,
    With thowsand mothers ble s sings to my sonne.
    3551.5 Horat. Madam adue.
    Enter King and Leartes.
    King. Hamlet from England! is it po s sible?
    What chance is this? they are gone, and he come home.
    3059.1 Lear. O he is welcome, by my soule he is:
    3065 At it my iocund heart doth leape for ioy,
    That I shall liue to tell him, thus he dies.
    king Leartes, content your selfe, be rulde by me,
    3068.1 And you shall haue no let for your reuenge.
    2885 Lear. My will, not all the world.
    King Nay but Leartes, marke the plot I haue layde,
    3100 I haue heard him often with a greedy wi sh,
    Vpon some praise that he hath heard of you
    Touching your weapon, which with all his heart,
    He might be once tasked for to try your cunning.
    Lea. And how for this?
    King Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager,
    3124.1 Shalbe on Hamlets side, and you shall giue the oddes,
    The which will draw him with a more de sire,
    To try the mai stry, that in twelue venies
    You gaine not three of him: now this being granted,
    3124.5 When you are hot in mid st of all your play,
    Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie,
    Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson,
    That if it drawes but the lea st dramme of blood,
    In any part of him, he cannot liue:
    3138.1 This being done will free you from suspition,
    And not the deere st friend that Hamlet lov'de
    Will euer haue Leartes in suspect.
    3130 Lear. My lord, I like it well:
    3130.1 But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match.
    King I'le warrant you, wee'le put on you