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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 Corambis, and Montano.
    890 Cor. Montano, here, these letters to my sonne,
    890 And this same mony with my ble s sing to him,
    And bid him ply his learning good Montano.
    Mon. I will my lord.
    Cor. You shall do very well Montano, to say thus,
    905 I knew the gentleman, or know his father,
    To inquire the manner of his life,
    898.1 As thus; being among st his acquaintance,
    You may say, you saw him at such a time, marke you mee,
    At game, or drincking, swearing, or drabbing,
    You may go so farre.
    Mon. My lord, that will impeach his reputation.
    920 Cor. I faith not a whit, no not a whit,
    Now happely hee closeth with you in the consequence,
    920 As you may bridle it not disparage him a iote.
    What was I a bout to say,
    945 Mon. He closeth with him in the consequence.
    Cor. I, you say right, he closeth with him thus,
    947.1 This will hee say, let mee see what hee will say,
    Mary this, I saw him ye sterday, or tother day,
    950 Or then, or at such a time, a dicing,
    Or at Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring
    Of a howse of lightnes viz. brothell,
    Thus sir do wee that know the world, being men of reach,
    By indirections, finde directions forth,
    And so shall you my sonne; you ha me, ha you not?
    Mon. I haue my lord.
    Cor. Wel, fare you well, commend mee to him.
    965 Mon. I will my lord.
    Cor. And bid him ply his mu sicke
    Mon. My lord I wil. exit.
    Enter, Ofelia.
    Cor. Farewel, how now Ofelia, what's the news with you?
    Ofe. O my deare father, such a change in nature,
    971.1 So great an alteration in a Prince,
    So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee,
    978.1 A maidens eye ne're looked on.
    970 Cor. Why what's the matter my Ofelia?
    Of. O yong Prince Hamlet, the only floure of Denmark,
    974.1 Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had,
    The Iewell that ador'nd his feature mo st
    Is filcht and stolne away, his wit's bereft him,
    Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone,
    There comes hee to mee, with a di stracted looke,
    His garters lagging downe, his shooes vntide,
    And fixt his eyes so stedfa st on my face,
    987.1 As if they had vow'd, this is their late st obiect.
    Small while he stoode, but gripes me by the wri st,
    984.1 And there he holdes my pulse till with a sigh
    He doth vnclaspe his holde, and parts away
    993.1 Silent, as is the mid time of the night:
    And as he went, his eie was still on mee,
    For thus his head ouer his shoulder looked,
    995 He seemed to finde the way without his eies:
    For out of doores he went without their helpe,
    996.1 And so did leaue me.
    Cor. Madde for thy loue,
    What haue you giuen him any cro s s e wordes of late?
    Ofelia I did repell his letters, deny his gifts,
    1005 As you did charge me.
    Cor. Why that hath made him madde:
    By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to ca st
    Beyond our selues, as t'is for the yonger sort
    To leaue their wantonne s s e. Well, I am sory
    That I was so ra sh: but what remedy?
    1015 Lets to the King, this madne s s e may prooue,
    Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue. exeunt.