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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
    3770 Ham. Leartes come, you dally with me,
    I pray you pa s s e with your mo st cunning st play.
    Lear. I! say you so? haue at you,
    Ile hit you now my Lord:
    And yet it goes almo st again st my conscience.
    Ham. Come on sir.

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

    3780 King Looke to the Queene.
    Queene O the drinke, the drinke, Hamlet, the drinke.
    Ham. Treason, ho, keepe the gates.
    Lords How i st my Lord Leartes?
    3782.1 Lear. Euen as a coxcombe should,
    3785 Fooli shly slaine with my owne weapon:
    Hamlet, thou ha st not in thee halfe an houre of life,
    The fatall In strument is in thy hand.
    Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned
    3798.1 That drinke was made for thee.
    Ham. The poysned In strument 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 iu stly 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,
    3830 O fie Horatio, and if thou should st die,
    3830 What a scandale would st thou leaue behinde?
    3835 What tongue should tell the story of our deaths,
    3835 If not from thee? O my heart sinckes Horatio,
    Mine eyes haue lo st their sight, my tongue his vse:
    Farewel Horatio, heauen receiue my soule. Ham. dies.