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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)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    1195Quee. So he dooes indeede.
    Pol. At such a time, Ile loose my daughter to him,
    Be you and I behind an Arras then,
    Marke the encounter, if he loue her not,
    And be not from his reason falne thereon
    1200Let me be no assistant for a state
    But keepe a farme and carters.
    King. We will try it.
    Enter Hamlet.
    Quee. But looke where sadly the poore wretch comes reading.
    Pol. Away, I doe beseech you both away, Exit King and Queene.
    Ile bord him presently, oh giue me leaue,
    How dooes my good Lord Hamlet?
    Ham. Well, God a mercy.
    1210Pol. Doe you knowe me my Lord?
    Ham. Excellent well, you are a Fishmonger.
    Pol. Not I my Lord.
    Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
    Pol. Honest my Lord.
    1215Ham. I sir to be honest as this world goes,
    Is to be one man pickt out of tenne thousand.
    Pol. That's very true my Lord.
    Ham. For if the sunne breede maggots in a dead dogge, being a
    good kissing carrion. Haue you a daughter?
    Pol. I haue my Lord.
    Ham. Let her not walke i'th Sunne, conception is a blessing,
    But as your daughter may conceaue, friend looke to't.
    1225Pol. How say you by that, still harping on my daughter, yet hee
    knewe me not at first, a sayd I was a Fishmonger, a is farre gone,
    and truly in my youth, I suffred much extremity for loue, very
    neere this. Ile speake to him againe. What doe you reade my
    1230Ham. Words, words, words.
    Pol. What is the matter my Lord.
    Ham. Betweene who.
    Pol. I meane the matter that you reade my Lord.
    Ham. Slaunders sir; for the satericall rogue sayes heere, that old
    1235men haue gray beards, that their faces are wrinckled, their eyes
    purging thick Amber, & plumtree gum, & that they haue a plen-