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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
    But two months dead, nay not so much, not two,
    So excellent a King, that was to this
    Hiperion to a satire, so louing to my mother,
    325 That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen
    Vi site her face too roughly, heauen and earth
    Mu st I remember, why she should hang on him
    As if increase of appetite had growne
    By what it fed on, and yet within a month,
    330 Let me not thinke on't; frailty thy name is woman
    A little month or ere those shooes were old
    With which she followed my poore fathers bodie
    Like Niobe all teares, why she
    O God, a bea st that wants discourse of reason
    335 Would haue mourn'd longer, married with my Vncle,
    My fathers brother, but no more like my father
    Then I to Hercules, within a month,
    Ere yet the salt of mo st vnrighteous teares,
    Had left the flu shing in her gauled eyes
    340 She married, ô mo st wicked speede; to po st
    With such dexteritie to ince stious sheets,
    It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
    But breake my hart, for I mu st hold my tongue.
    Enter Horatio,Marcellus, and Bernardo.
    345 Hora. Haile to your Lord ship.
    Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.
    Hora. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.
    350 Ham. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you,
    And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?
    Marcellus.
    Mar. My good Lord.
    355 Ham. I am very glad to see you, (good euen sir)
    But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?
    Hora. A truant dispo sition good my Lord.
    Ham. I would not heare your enimie say so,
    Nor shall you doe my eare that violence
    360 To make it tru ster of your owne report
    Again st your selfe, I knowe you are no truant,
    But what is your affaire in Elsonoure?
    Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart.
    Hora.