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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
    bea st, tis not so, it beginnes with Pirrhus, the rugged Pirrhus, he whose
    sable Armes,
    1495 Black as his purpose did the night resemble,
    When he lay couched in th'omynous horse,
    Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,
    With heraldy more dismall head to foote,
    Now is he totall Gules horridly trickt
    1500 With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
    Bak'd and empa sted with the parching streetes
    That lend a tirranus and a damned light
    To their Lords murther, ro sted in wrath and fire,
    And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,
    1505 With eyes like Carbunkles, the helli sh Phirrhus
    Old grand sire Priam seekes; so proceede you.
    Pol. Foregod my Lord well spoken, with good accent and good (discretion.
    Play. Anon he finds him,
    1510 Striking too short at Greekes, his anticke sword
    Rebellious to his arme, lies where it fals,
    Repugnant to commaund; vnequall matcht,
    Pirrhus at Priam driues, in rage strikes wide,
    But with the whiffe and winde of his fell sword,
    1515 Th'vnnerued father fals:
    Seeming to feele this blowe, with flaming top
    Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious cra sh
    Takes prisoner Pirrhus eare, for loe his sword
    Which was declining on the milkie head
    1520 Of reuerent Priam, seem'd i'th ayre to stick,
    So as a painted tirant Pirrhus stood
    Like a newtrall to his will and matter,
    Did nothing:
    But as we often see again st some storme,
    A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still,
    1525 The bold winds speechle s s e, and the orbe belowe
    As hu sh as death, anon the dreadfull thunder
    Doth rend the region, so after Pirrhus pause,
    A rowsed vengeance sets him new a worke,
    And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,
    1530 On Marses Armor forg'd for proofe eterne,
    With le s s e remorse then Pirrhus bleeding sword
    Now falls on Priam.