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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
    Enter King and Polonius.
    King. Loue, his affections doe not that way tend,
    1820Nor what he spake, though it lackt forme a little,
    Was not like madnes, there's something in his soule
    Ore which his melancholy sits on brood,
    And I doe doubt, the hatch and the disclose
    VVill be some danger; which for to preuent,
    1825I haue in quick determination
    Thus set it downe: he shall with speede to England,
    For the demaund of our neglected tribute,
    Haply the seas, and countries different,
    With variable obiects, shall expell
    1830This something setled matter in his hart,
    Whereon his braines still beating
    Puts him thus from fashion of himselfe.
    What thinke you on't?
    Pol. It shall doe well.
    But yet doe I belieue the origin and comencement of his greefe,
    1835Sprung from neglected loue: How now Ophelia?
    You neede not tell vs what Lord Hamlet said,
    We heard it all: my Lord, doe as you please,
    But if you hold it fit, after the play,
    Let his Queene-mother all alone intreate him
    1840To show his griefe, let her be round with him,
    And Ile be plac'd (so please you) in the eare
    Of all their conference, if she find him not,
    To England send him: or confine him where
    Your wisedome best shall thinke.
    1845King. It shall be so,
    Madnes in great ones must not vnmatcht goe.

    Enter Hamlet, and three of the Players.
    Ham. Speake the speech I pray you as I pronoun'd it to you, trip-
    1850pingly on the tongue, but if you mouth it as many of our Players do,
    I had as liue the towne cryer spoke my lines, nor doe not saw the ayre
    too much with your hand thus, but vse all gently, for in the very tor-
    rent tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must
    1855acquire and beget a temperance, that may giue it smoothnesse, o it
    offends mee to the soule, to heare a robustious perwig-pated fellowe