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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
    Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
    Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
    Hora. A peece of him.
    Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus,
    30 Hora. What, ha's this thing appeard againe to night?
    Bar. I haue seene nothing.
    Mar. Horatio saies tis but our fanta sie,
    And will not let beliefe take holde of him,
    Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs,
    35 Therefore I haue intreated him along,
    With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
    That if againe this appari sion come,
    He may approoue our eyes and speake to it.
    Hora. Tu sh, tu sh, twill not appeare.
    40 Bar. Sit downe a while,
    And let vs once againe a s s aile your eares,
    That are so fortified again st our story,
    What we haue two nights seene.
    Hora. Well, sit we downe,
    45 And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.
    Bar. La st night of all,
    When yond same starre thats wea stward from the pole,
    Had made his course t'illume that part of heauen
    Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe
    50 The bell then beating one.
    Enter Gho st .
    Mar. Peace, breake thee of, looke where it comes againe.
    Bar. In the same figure like the King thats dead.
    Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio.
    55 Bar. Lookes a not like the King? marke it Horatio.
    Hora. Mo st like, it horrowes me with feare and wonder.
    Bar. It would be spoke to.
    Mar. Speake to it Horatio.
    Hora. What art thou that vsurp st this time of night,
    60 Together with that faire and warlike forme,
    In which the Maie stie of buried Denmarke
    Did sometimes march, by heauen I charge thee speake.
    Mar. It is offended.
    Bar. See it staukes away.
    Hora.