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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
    Let not the royall bed of Denmarke be
    A couch for luxury and damned incest.
    But howsomeuer thou pursues this act,
    770Tain't not thy minde, nor let thy soule contriue
    Against thy mother ought, leaue her to heauen,
    And to those thornes that in her bosome lodge
    To prick and sting her, fare thee well at once,
    The Gloworme shewes the matine to be neere
    775And gins to pale his vneffectuall fire,
    Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me.
    Ham. O all you host of heauen, ô earth, what els,
    And shall I coupple hell, ô fie, hold, hold my hart,
    And you my sinnowes, growe not instant old,
    780But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee,
    I thou poore Ghost whiles memory holds a seate
    In this distracted globe, remember thee,
    Yea, from the table of my memory
    Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records,
    785All sawes of bookes, all formes, all pressures past
    That youth and obseruation coppied there,
    And thy commandement all alone shall liue,
    Within the booke and volume of my braine
    Vnmixt with baser matter, yes by heauen,
    790O most pernicious woman.
    O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine,
    My tables, meet it is I set it downe
    That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine,
    At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke.
    795So Vncle, there you are, now to my word,
    It is adew, adew, remember me.
    I haue sworn't.

    Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.
    Hora. My Lord, my Lord.
    Mar. Lord Hamlet.
    800Hora. Heauens secure him.
    Ham. So be it.
    Mar. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
    Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy come, and come.