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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
    tifull lacke of wit, together with mo st weake hams, all which sir
    though I mo st powerfully and potentlie belieue, yet I hold it not
    1240 hone sty to haue it thus set downe, for your selfe sir shall growe old
    as I am: if like a Crab you could goe backward.
    Pol. Though this be madne s s e, yet there is method in't, will you
    walke out of the ayre my Lord?
    Ham. Into my graue.
    Pol. Indeede that's out of the ayre; how pregnant sometimes
    his replies are, a happines that often madne s s e hits on, which reason
    and sanctity could not so prosperou sly be deliuered of. I will leaue
    him and my daughter. My Lord, I will take my leaue of you.
    Ham. You cannot take from mee any thing that I will not more
    willingly part withall: except my life, except my life, except my
    1260 life. Enter Guylder sterne, and Rosencraus.
    Pol. Fare you well my Lord.
    Ham. These tedious old fooles.
    Pol. You goe to seeke the Lord Hamlet, there he is.
    Ros. God saue you sir.
    Guyl. My honor'd Lord.
    Ros. My mo st deere Lord.
    Ham. My extent good friends, how doo st thou Guylder sterne?
    1270 A Rosencraus, good lads how doe you both?
    Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.
    Guyl. Happy, in that we are not euer happy on Fortunes lap,
    We are not the very button.
    1275 Ham. Nor the soles of her shooe.
    Ros. Neither my Lord.
    Ham. Then you liue about her wa st, or in the middle of her fa- (uors.
    Guyl. Faith her priuates we.
    1280 Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune, oh mo st true, she is a strumpet,
    What newes?
    Ros. None my Lord, but the worlds growne hone st.
    Ham. Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is not true;
    But in the beaten way of friend ship, what make you at Elsonoure?
    Ros. To vi sit you my Lord, no other occa sion.
    Ham. Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thanke
    1320 you, and sure deare friends, my thankes are too deare a halfpeny:
    were you not sent for? is it your owne inclining? is it a free vi sitati-
    on? come, come, deale iu stly with me, come, come, nay speake.
    Guy. What should we say my Lord?