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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)

    Enter King and Leartes.
    King. Hamlet from England! is it po s sible?
    What chance is this? they are gone, and he come home.
    3059.1 Lear. O he is welcome, by my soule he is:
    3065 At it my iocund heart doth leape for ioy,
    That I shall liue to tell him, thus he dies.
    king Leartes, content your selfe, be rulde by me,
    3068.1 And you shall haue no let for your reuenge.
    2885 Lear. My will, not all the world.
    King Nay but Leartes, marke the plot I haue layde,
    3100 I haue heard him often with a greedy wi sh,
    Vpon some praise that he hath heard of you
    Touching your weapon, which with all his heart,
    He might be once tasked for to try your cunning.
    Lea. And how for this?
    King Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager,
    3124.1 Shalbe on Hamlets side, and you shall giue the oddes,
    The which will draw him with a more de sire,
    To try the mai stry, that in twelue venies
    You gaine not three of him: now this being granted,
    3124.5 When you are hot in mid st of all your play,
    Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie,
    Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson,
    That if it drawes but the lea st dramme of blood,
    In any part of him, he cannot liue:
    3138.1 This being done will free you from suspition,
    And not the deere st friend that Hamlet lov'de
    Will euer haue Leartes in suspect.
    3130 Lear. My lord, I like it well:
    3130.1 But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match.
    King I'le warrant you, wee'le put on you
    Such a report of singularitie,
    Will bring him on, although again st his will.
    3123.1 And le st that all should mi s s e,
    3150 I'le haue a potion that shall ready stand,
    In all his heate when that he calles for drinke,
    3148.1 Shall be his period and our happine s s e.
    Lear. T'is excellent, O would the time were come!
    Here comes the Queene. enter the Queene.
    king How now Gertred, why looke you heauily?
    3153.1 Queene O my Lord, the yong Ofelia
    3160 Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures,
    Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke,
    3165 The enuious sprig broke, into the brooke she fell,
    And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade,
    Bore the yong Lady vp: and there she sate smiling,
    Euen Mermaide-like, twixt heauen and earth,
    Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable
    3170 As it were of her di stre s s e, but long it could not be,
    Till that her clothes, being heauy with their drinke,
    Dragg'd the sweete wretch to death.
    Lear. So, she is drownde:
    Too much of water ha st thou Ofelia,
    Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares,
    3179.1 Reuenge it is mu st yeeld this heart releefe,
    For woe begets woe, and griefe hangs on griefe. exeunt.