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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.
    The wind sits in the shoulder of your saile,
    And you are stayed for, there my ble s sing with thee,
    And these fewe precepts in thy memory
    Looke thou character, giue thy thoughts no tongue,
    525 Nor any vnproportion'd thought his act,
    Be thou familier, but by no meanes vulgar,
    Those friends thou ha st, and their a doption tried,
    Grapple them vnto thy soule with hoopes of steele,
    But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment
    530 Of each new hatcht vnfledgd courage, beware
    Of entrance to a quarrell, but being in,
    Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee,
    Giue euery man thy eare, but fewe thy voyce,
    Take each mans censure, but reserue thy iudgement,
    535 Co stly thy habite as thy purse can by,
    But not expre st in fancy; rich not gaudy,
    For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man
    And they in Fraunce of the be st ranck and station,
    Or of a mo st select and generous, chiefe in that:
    540 Neither a borrower nor a lender boy,
    For loue oft looses both it selfe, and friend,
    And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry;
    This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true
    And it mu st followe as the night the day
    545 Thou can st not then be false to any man:
    Farwell, my ble s sing season this in thee.
    Laer. Mo st humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord.
    Pol. The time inue sts you goe, your seruants tend.
    Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well
    550 What I haue sayd to you.
    Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt
    And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
    Laer. Farwell. Exit Laertes.
    Pol. What i st Ophelia he hath sayd to you?
    555 Ophe. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
    Pol. Marry well bethought
    Tis tolde me he hath very oft of late
    Giuen priuate time to you, and you your selfe
    Haue of your audience beene mo st free and bountious,