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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'expre s s e 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,
    885 The time is out of ioynt, ô cursed spight
    That euer I was borne to set it right.
    Nay come, lets goe together. Exeunt.

    Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.
    890 Pol. Giue him this money, and these notes Reynaldo.
    Rey. I will my Lord.
    Pol. You shall doe meruiles wisely good Reynaldo,
    Before you vi site him, to make inquire
    Of his behauiour.
    895 Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.
    Pol. Mary well said, very well said; looke you sir,
    Enquire me fir st what Danskers are in Parris,
    And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe,
    900 What companie, at what expence, and finding
    By this encompasment, and drift of que stion
    That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer
    Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
    Take you as t'were some di stant knowledge of him,
    905 As 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,
    910 Adicted so and so, and there put on him
    What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck
    As may di shonour him, take heede of that,
    But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
    As are companions noted and mo st knowne
    915 To 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 di shonour him.
    920 Pol. Fayth as you may season it in the charge.