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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.
    And what so poore a man as Hamlet is,
    May doe t'expresse his loue and frending to you
    God willing shall not lack, let vs goe in together,
    And still your fingers on your lips I pray,
    885The time is out of ioynt, ô cursed spight
    That euer I was borne to set it right.
    Nay come, lets goe together.

    Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.
    890Pol. Giue him this money, and these notes Reynaldo.
    Rey. I will my Lord.
    Pol. You shall doe meruiles wisely good Reynaldo,
    Before you visite him, to make inquire
    Of his behauiour.
    895Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.
    Pol. Mary well said, very well said; looke you sir,
    Enquire me first what Danskers are in Parris,
    And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe,
    900What companie, at what expence, and finding
    By this encompasment, and drift of question
    That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer
    Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
    Take you as t'were some distant knowledge of him,
    905As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
    And in part him, doe you marke this Reynaldo?
    Rey. I, very well my Lord.
    Pol. And in part him, but you may say, not well,
    But y'ft be he I meane, hee's very wilde,
    910Adicted so and so, and there put on him
    What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck
    As may dishonour him, take heede of that,
    But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
    As are companions noted and most knowne
    915To youth and libertie.
    Rey. As gaming my Lord.
    Pol. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
    Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so far.
    Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him.
    920Pol. Fayth as you may season it in the charge.