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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)

    Oph. I was the more deceiued.
    Ham. Get thee a Nunry, why would'st thou be a breeder of sin-
    ners, I am my selfe indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse mee of
    such things, that it were better my Mother had not borne mee: I am
    very proude, reuengefull, ambitious, with more offences at my beck,
    then I haue thoughts to put them in, imagination to giue them shape,
    or time to act them in: what should such fellowes as I do crauling be-
    tweene earth and heauen, wee are arrant knaues, beleeue none of vs,
    goe thy waies to a Nunry. Where's your father?
    Oph. At home my Lord.
    Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him,
    That he may play the foole no where but in's owne house,
    Oph. O helpe him you sweet heauens.
    1790Ham. If thou doost marry, Ile giue thee this plague for thy dow-
    rie, be thou as chast as yce, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape ca-
    lumny; get thee to a Nunry, farewell. Or if thou wilt needes marry,
    marry a foole, for wise men knowe well enough what monsters you
    1795make of them: to a Nunry goe, and quickly to, farewell.
    Oph. Heauenly powers restore him.
    Ham. I haue heard of your paintings well enough, God hath gi-
    uen you one face, and you make your selfes another, you gig & am-
    1800ble, and you list you nickname Gods creatures, and make your wan-
    tonnes ignorance; goe to, Ile no more on't, it hath made me madde,
    I say we will haue no mo marriage, those that are married alreadie, all
    but one shall liue, the rest shall keep as they are: to a Nunry go. Exit.
    Oph. O what a noble mind is heere orethrowne!
    The Courtiers, souldiers, schollers, eye, tongue, sword,
    Th'expectation, and Rose of the faire state,
    The glasse of fashion, and the mould of forme,
    1810Th'obseru'd of all obseruers, quite quite downe,
    And I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,
    That suckt the honny of his musickt vowes;
    Now see what noble and most soueraigne reason
    Like sweet bells iangled out of time, and harsh,
    1815That vnmatcht forme, and stature of blowne youth
    Blasted with extacie, ô woe is mee
    T'haue seene what I haue seene, see what I see. Exit.