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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.
    Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death:
    3208.1 Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir.
    2. I but see, she hath chri stian buriall,
    Because she is a great woman.
    3215 Clowne Mary more's the pitty, that great folke
    Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne
    Themselues, more than other people:
    Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou
    3230 Goe st, tell me one thing, who buildes stronge st,
    Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?
    3231.1 2. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone,
    And will indure long.
    Clowne That's prety, too't agen, too't agen.
    2. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes,
    3232.1 And that brings many a one to his long home.
    Clowne Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe
    3235 dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill,
    goe get thee gone:
    And if any one aske thee hereafter, say,
    A Graue-maker, for the houses he buildes
    La st till Doomes-day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe.

    3245 Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
    3285 Clowne A picke-axe and a spade,
    A spade for and a winding sheete,
    Mo st fit it is, for t'will be made, he throwes vp a shouel.
    For such a ghe st mo st meete.
    Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe,
    That is thus merry in making of a graue?
    See how the slaue joles their heads again st the earth.
    Hor. My lord, Cu stome hath made it in him seeme no- (thing.
    3285 Clowne A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,
    For and a winding sheete,
    Mo st fit it is for to be made,
    For such a ghe st mo st meet.
    Ham. Looke you, there's another Horatio.