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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.
    King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine
    And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
    But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my sonne.
    245Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kind.
    King. How is it that the clowdes still hang on you.
    Ham. Not so much my Lord, I am too much in the sonne.
    Queene. Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off
    And let thine eye looke like a friend on Denmarke,
    250Doe not for euer with thy vailed lids
    Seeke for thy noble Father in the dust,
    Thou know'st tis common all that liues must die,
    Passing through nature to eternitie.
    Ham. I Maddam, it is common.
    255Quee. If it be
    VVhy seemes it so perticuler with thee.
    Ham. Seemes Maddam, nay it is, I know not seemes,
    Tis not alone my incky cloake coold mother
    Nor customary suites of solembe blacke
    260Nor windie suspiration of forst breath
    No, nor the fruitfull riuer in the eye,
    Nor the deiected hauior of the visage
    Together with all formes, moodes, chapes of griefe
    That can deuote me truely, these indeede seeme,
    265For they are actions that a man might play
    But I haue that within which passes showe
    These but the trappings and the suites of woe.
    King. Tis sweete and commendable in your nature Hamlet,
    270To giue these mourning duties to your father
    But you must knowe your father lost a father,
    That father lost, lost his, and the suruiuer bound
    In filliall obligation for some tearme
    To doe obsequious sorrowe, but to perseuer
    275In obstinate condolement, is a course
    Of impious stubbornes, tis vnmanly griefe,
    It showes a will most incorrect to heauen
    A hart vnfortified, or minde impatient
    An vnderstanding simple and vnschoold
    280For what we knowe must be, and is as common