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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 Tragedy of Hamlet
    Why mai't not be the scull of some Lawyer?
    3289.1 Me thinkes he should indite that fellow
    Of an action of Batterie, for knocking
    3290 Him about the pate with's shouel: now where is your
    3290 Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and
    Double vouchers, your leases and free-holde,
    And tenements? why that same boxe there will scarse
    Holde the conueiance of his land, and mu st
    The honor lie there? O pittifull transformance!
    3302.1 I prethee tell me Horatio,
    3305 Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes?
    Hor. I my Lorde, and of calues-skinnes too.
    Ham. Ifaith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues
    That deale with them, or put their tru st in them.
    3275 There's another, why may not that be such a ones
    3275 Scull, that praised my Lord such a ones horse,
    When he meant to beg him? Horatio, I prethee
    Lets que stion yonder fellow.
    Now my friend, whose graue is this?
    3310 Clowne Mine sir.
    3325 Ham. But who mu st lie in it?
    3325.1 Clowne If I should say, I should, I should lie in my throat ( sir.
    Ham. What man mu st be buried here?
    Clowne No man sir.
    Ham. What woman?
    Clowne. No woman neither sir, but indeede
    One that was a woman.
    Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio,
    3330 This seauen yeares haue I noted it: the toe of the pesant,
    Comes so neere the heele of the courtier,
    That hee gawles his kibe, I prethee tell mee one thing,
    How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots?
    Clowne I faith sir, if hee be not rotten before
    He be laide in, as we haue many pocky corses,
    He will la st you, eight yeares, a tanner
    Will la st you eight yeares full out, or nine.