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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
    I may haue leaue to go againe to France,
    232.1 For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee,
    Yet something is there whispers in my hart,
    Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France.
    King: Haue you your fathers leaue, Leartes?
    240 Cor. He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt,
    And I beseech you grant your Highne s s e leaue.
    241.1 King With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well.
    Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue.
    King. And now princely Sonne Hamlet, Exit.
    What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes?
    For your intent going to Wittenberg,
    Wee hold it mo st vnmeet and vnconuenient,
    296.1 Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother.
    Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court,
    All Denmarkes hope our coo sin and deare st Sonne.
    Ham. My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare:
    No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes,
    Nor the di stracted hauiour in the visage,
    Nor all together mixt with outward semblance,
    263.1 Is equall to the sorrow of my heart,
    Him haue I lo st I mu st of force forgoe,
    These but the ornaments and sutes of woe.
    King This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne Hamlet,
    But you mu st thinke your father lo st a father,
    That father dead, lo st his, and so shalbe vntill the
    272.1 Generall ending. Therefore cease laments,
    It is a fault gain st heauen, fault gain st the dead,
    A fault gain st nature, and in reasons
    Common course mo st certaine,
    None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die.
    300 Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers H amlet,
    Stay here with vs, go not to Wittenburg.
    Ham. I shall in all my be st obay you madam.
    King Spoke like a kinde and a mo st louing Sonne,
    And there's no health the King shall drinke to day,