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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
    3595 Gent. Now God saue thee, sweete prince Hamlet.
    3595.1 Ham. And you sir: foh, how the muske-cod smels!
    Gen. I come with an emba s s age from his maie sty to you
    Ham. I shall sir giue you attention:
    3600 By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde.
    Gent. It is indeede very rawi sh colde.
    Ham. T'is hot me thinkes.
    3605 Gent. Very swoltery hote:
    The King, sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your side,
    Six Barbary horse, again st six french rapiers,
    With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages:
    3620 In good faith they are very curiou sly wrought.
    Ham. The cariages sir, I do not know what you meane.
    Gent. The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like.
    Ham. The worde had beene more co sin german to the
    3625 phrase, if he could haue carried the canon by his side,
    And howe's the wager? I vnder stand you now.
    3630 Gent. Mary sir, that yong Leartes in twelue venies
    At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you,
    3630 And on your side the King hath laide,
    And de sires you to be in readine s s e.
    Ham. Very well, if the King dare venture his wager,
    I dare venture my skull: when mu st this be?
    Gent. My Lord, presently, the king, and her maie sty,
    3657.10 With the re st of the be st iudgement in the Court,
    Are comming downe into the outward pallace.
    Ham. Goe tell his maie stie, I wil attend him.
    Gent. I shall deliuer your mo st sweet answer. exit.
    Ham. You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced,
    3644.1 Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole.
    Hor. He will disclose himselfe without inquirie.
    Ham. Beleeue me Horatio, my hart is on the sodaine
    Very sore, all here about.
    Hor. My lord, forbeare the challenge then.
    Ham. No Horatio, not I, if danger be now,
    Why then it is not to come, theres a prede stiuate prouidence
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