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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
    These hands are not more like.
    Ham. But where was this?
    405 Mar. My Lord vppon the platforme where we watch
    Ham. Did you not speake to it?
    Hora. My Lord I did,
    But answere made it none, yet once me thought
    It lifted vp it head, and did addre s s e
    410 It selfe to motion like as it would speake:
    But euen then the morning Cock crewe loude,
    And at the sound it shrunk in ha st away
    And vani sht from our sight.
    Ham. Tis very strange.
    415 Hora. As I doe liue my honor'd Lord tis true
    And we did thinke it writ downe in our dutie
    To let you knowe of it.
    Ham. Indeede Sirs but this troubles me,
    Hold you the watch to night?
    420 All. We doe my Lord.
    Ham. Arm'd say you?
    All. Arm'd my Lord.
    Ham. From top to toe?
    All. My Lord from head to foote.
    425 Ham. Then sawe you not his face.
    Hora. O yes my Lord, he wore his beauer vp.
    Ham. What look't he frowningly?
    Hora. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.
    Ham. Pale, or red?
    430 Hora. Nay very pale.
    Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?
    Hora. Mo st con stantly.
    Ham. I would I had beene there.
    Hora. It would haue much a maz'd you.
    435 Ham. Very like, stayd it long?
    Hora. While one with moderate ha st might tell a hundreth.
    Both. Longer, longer.
    Hora. Not when I saw't.
    Ham. His beard was gri s sl'd, no.
    440 Hora. It was as I haue seene it in his life
    A sable siluer'd.