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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)

    Being Natures liuery, or Fortunes starre,
    His vertues els be they as pure as grace,
    As infinite as man may vndergoe,
    Shall in the generall censure take corruption
    621.20From that particuler fault: the dram of eale
    Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
    To his owne scandle.
    Enter Ghost.
    Hora. Looke my Lord it comes.
    Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs:
    625Be thou a spirit of health, or gobl
    in damn'd,
    Bring with thee ayres from heauen, or blasts from hell,
    Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
    Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
    That I will speake to thee, Ile call thee Hamlet,
    630King, father, royall Dane, ô answere mee,
    Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
    Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death
    Haue burst their cerements? why the Sepulcher,
    Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd
    635Hath op't his ponderous and marble iawes,
    To cast thee vp againe? what may this meane
    That thou dead corse, againe in compleat steele
    Reuisites thus the glimses of the Moone,
    Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature
    640So horridly to shake our disposition
    With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules,
    Say why is this, wherefore, what should we doe? Beckins.
    Hora. It beckins you to goe away with it
    645As if it some impartment did desire
    To you alone.
    Mar. Looke with what curteous action
    It waues you to a more remooued ground,
    But doe not goe with it.
    650Hora. No, by no meanes.
    Ham. It will not speake, then I will followe it.
    Hora. Doe not my Lord.
    Ham. Why what should be the feare,
    I doe not set my life at a pinnes fee,