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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

    Copyright Internet Shakespeare Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-proift purposes; for all other uses contact the Coordinating Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    560If it be so, as so tis put on me,
    And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
    You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely
    As it behooues my daughter, and your honor,
    What is betweene you giue me vp the truth,
    565Ophe. He hath my Lord of late made many tenders
    Of his affection to me.
    Pol. Affection, puh, you speake like a greene girle
    Vnsifted in such perrilous circumstance,
    Doe you belieue his tenders as you call them?
    570Ophe. I doe not knowe my Lord what I should thinke.
    Pol. Marry I will teach you, thinke your selfe a babie
    That you haue tane these tenders for true pay
    Which are not sterling, tender your selfe more dearely
    Or (not to crack the winde of the poore phrase
    575Wrong it thus) you'l tender me a foole.
    Ophe. My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue
    In honorable fashion.
    Pol. I, fashion you may call it, go to, go to.
    Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech
    580My Lord, with almost all the holy vowes of heauen.
    Pol. I, springs to catch wood-cockes, I doe knowe
    When the blood burnes, how prodigall the soule
    Lends the tongue vowes, these blazes daughter
    Giuing more light then heate, extinct in both
    585Euen in their promise, as it is a making
    You must not take for fire, from this time
    Be something scanter of your maiden presence
    Set your intreatments at a higher rate
    Then a commaund to parle; for Lord Hamlet,
    590Belieue so much in him that he is young,
    And with a larger tider may he walke
    Then may be giuen you: in fewe Ophelia,
    Doe not belieue his vowes, for they are brokers
    Not of that die which their inuestments showe
    595But meere imploratotors of vnholy suites
    Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
    The better to beguide: this is for all,
    I would not in plaine tearmes from this time foorth