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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)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
    In generall sinod take away her power,
    1535 Breake 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
    1540 for 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.
    1545 Play 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,
    1550 A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp,
    Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
    Gain st fortunes state would treason haue pronoun st;
    But
    if the gods themselues did see her then,
    When she saw Pirrhus make malicious sport
    1555 In mincing with his sword her husband limmes,
    The in stant bur st of clamor that she made,
    Vnle s s e things mortall mooue them not at all,
    Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
    And pa s sion in the gods.
    1560 Pol. 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 re st of this soone,
    Good my Lord will you see the players well be stowed; doe you
    heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the ab stract and breefe
    1565 Chronicles 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.
    1570 Ham. 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 le s s e they deserue the more merrit is in your boun-
    ty. Take them in.
    1575 Pol. Come sirs.
    Ham. Follow him friends, weele heare a play to morrowe; do st thou
    heare