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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 Tragedie of Hamlet
    3770Ham. Leartes come, you dally with me,
    I pray you passe with your most cunningst play.
    Lear. I! say you so? haue at you,
    Ile hit you now my Lord:
    And yet it goes almost against my conscience.
    Ham. Come on sir.

    They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded,
    3777.1Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies.

    3780King Looke to the Queene.
    Queene O the drinke, the drinke, Hamlet, the drinke.
    Ham. Treason, ho, keepe the gates.
    Lords How ist my Lord Leartes?
    3782.1Lear. Euen as a coxcombe should,
    3785Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon:
    Hamlet, thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life,
    The fatall Instrument is in thy hand.
    Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned
    3798.1That drinke was made for thee.
    Ham. The poysned Instrument within my hand?
    Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine:
    Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here.
    The king dies.
    Lear. O he is iustly serued:
    Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand,
    And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee.
    Leartes dies.
    Ham. And I thee, O I am dead Horatio, fare thee well.
    Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman,
    Then a Dane, here is some poison left.
    Ham. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe,
    3830O fie Horatio, and if thou shouldst die,
    3830What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde?
    3835What tongue should tell the story of our deaths,
    3835If not from thee? O my heart sinckes Horatio,
    Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse:
    Farewel Horatio, heauen receiue my soule.
    Ham. dies.