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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
    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
    621.20 From that particuler fault: the dram of eale
    Doth all the noble sub stance of a doubt
    To his owne scandle.
    Enter Gho st .
    Hora. Looke my Lord it comes.
    Ham. Angels and Mini sters of grace defend vs:
    625 Be thou a spirit of health, or gobl
    in damn'd,
    Bring with thee ayres from heauen, or bla sts from hell,
    Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
    Thou com' st in such a que stionable shape,
    That I will speake to thee, Ile call thee Hamlet,
    630 King, father, royall Dane, ô answere mee,
    Let me not bur st in ignorance, but tell
    Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death
    Haue bur st their cerements? why the Sepulcher,
    Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd
    635 Hath op't his ponderous and marble iawes,
    To ca st thee vp againe? what may this meane
    That thou dead corse, againe in compleat steele
    Reui sites thus the glimses of the Moone,
    Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature
    640 So horridly to shake our dispo sition
    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
    645 As if it some impartment did de sire
    To you alone.
    Mar. Looke with what curteous action
    It waues you to a more remooued ground,
    But doe not goe with it.
    650 Hora. 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,