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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)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    As any the most vulgar thing to sence,
    Why should we in our peuish opposition
    Take it to hart, fie, tis a fault to heauen,
    A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
    285To reason most absurd, whose common theame
    Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed
    From the first course, till he that died to day
    This must be so: we pray you throw to earth
    This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs
    290As of a father, for let the world take note
    You are the most imediate to our throne,
    And with no lesse nobilitie of loue
    Then that which dearest father beares his sonne,
    Doe I impart toward you for your intent
    295In going back to schoole in Wittenberg,
    It is most retrogard to our desire,
    And we beseech you bend you to remaine
    Heere in the cheare and comfort of our eye,
    Our chiefest courtier, cosin, and our sonne.
    300Quee. Let not thy mother loose her prayers Hamlet,
    I pray thee stay with vs, goe not to Wittenberg.
    Ham. I shall in all my best obay you Madam.
    King. Why tis a louing and a faire reply,
    305Be as our selfe in Denmarke, Madam come,
    This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
    Sits smiling to my hart, in grace whereof,
    No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
    But the great Cannon to the cloudes shall tell.
    310And the Kings rowse the heauen shall brute againe,
    Respeaking earthly thunder; come away.
    Exeunt all,
    Ham. O that this too too sallied flesh would melt,
    Thaw and resolue it selfe into a dewe,
    315Or that the euerlasting had not fixt
    His cannon gainst seale slaughter, ô God, God,
    How wary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
    Seeme to me all the vses of this world?
    Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden
    320That growes to seede, things rancke and grose in nature,
    Possesse it meerely that it should come thus