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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.
    Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand:
    I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could:
    Shew me what thou wilt doe for her:
    Wilt fight, wilt fa st, wilt pray,
    Wilt drinke vp ve s s els, eate a crocadile? Ile doot:
    Com' st thou here to whine?
    And where thou talk' st of burying thee a liue,
    Here let vs stand: and let them them throw on vs,
    Whole hills of earth, till with the heighth therof,
    3480 Make Oosell as a Wart.
    King. Forbeare Leartes, now is hee mad, as is the sea,
    Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue:
    3484.1 Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope.
    Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus?
    I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away,
    A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day.
    Exit Hamlet and Horatio.
    Queene. Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus,
    3482.1 And not his heart, Leartes.
    King. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle,
    This very day shall Hamlet drinke his la st,
    3496.1 For presently we meane to send to him,
    Therfore Leartes be in readynes.
    3498.1 Lear. My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet.
    King. Come Gertred, wee'l haue Leartes, and our sonne,
    Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both,
    Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie.
    3498.5 Queene God grant they may. exeunt omnes.
    Enter Hamlet and Horatio
    Ham. beleeue mee, it greeues mee much Horatio,
    3580 That to Leartes I forgot my selfe:
    For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe,
    3581.1 Though there's a difference in each others wrong.
    Enter a Bragart Gentleman.
    Horatio, but you marke yon water-flie,
    3588.1 The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court.
    Gen.
    I2