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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)

    Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
    In generall sinod take away her power,
    1535Breake all the spokes, and follies from her wheele,
    And boule the round naue downe the hill of heauen
    As lowe as to the fiends.
    Pol. This is too long.
    Ham. It shall to the barbers with your beard; prethee say on, he's
    1540for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleepes, say on, come to Hecuba.
    Play. But who, a woe, had seene the mobled Queene,
    Ham. The mobled Queene.
    Pol. That's good.
    1545Play Runne barefoote vp and downe, threatning the flames
    With Bison rehume, a clout vppon that head
    Where late the Diadem stood, and for a robe,
    About her lanck and all ore-teamed loynes,
    1550A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp,
    Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
    Gainst fortunes state would treason haue pronounst;
    if the gods themselues did see her then,
    When she saw Pirrhus make malicious sport
    1555In mincing with his sword her husband limmes,
    The instant burst of clamor that she made,
    Vnlesse things mortall mooue them not at all,
    Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
    And passion in the gods.
    1560Pol. Looke where he has not turnd his cullour, and has teares in's
    eyes, prethee no more.
    Ham. Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest of this soone,
    Good my Lord will you see the players well bestowed; doe you
    heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the abstract and breefe
    1565Chronicles of the time; after your death you were better haue a
    bad Epitaph then their ill report while you liue.
    Pol. My Lord, I will vse them according to their desert.
    1570Ham. Gods bodkin man, much better, vse euery man after his de-
    sert, & who shall scape whipping, vse them after your owne honor
    and dignity, the lesse they deserue the more merrit is in your boun-
    ty. Take them in.
    1575Pol. Come sirs.
    Ham. Follow him friends, weele heare a play to morrowe; dost thou