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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)

    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,
    325That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen
    Visite her face too roughly, heauen and earth
    Must 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,
    330Let 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 beast that wants discourse of reason
    335Would 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 most vnrighteous teares,
    Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes
    340She married, ô most wicked speede; to post
    With such dexteritie to incestious sheets,
    It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
    But breake my hart, for I must hold my tongue.
    Enter Horatio,Marcellus, and Bernardo.
    345Hora. Haile to your Lordship.
    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.
    350Ham. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you,
    And what make you from WittenbergHoratio?
    Mar. My good Lord.
    355Ham. I am very glad to see you, (good euen sir)
    But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?
    Hora. A truant disposition good my Lord.
    Ham. I would not heare your enimie say so,
    Nor shall you doe my eare that violence
    360To make it truster of your owne report
    Against your selfe, I knowe you are no truant,
    But what is your affaire in Elsonoure?
    Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart.