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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.
    Hora. Stay, speake, speake, I charge thee speake. Exit Gho st .
    Mar. Tis gone and will not answere.
    Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
    Is not this somthing more then phanta sie?
    70 What thinke you-ont?
    Hora. Before my God I might not this belieue,
    Without the sencible and true auouch
    Of mine owne eies.
    Mar. Is it not like the King?
    75 Hora. As thou art to thy selfe.
    Such was the very Armor he had on,
    When he the ambitious Norway combated,
    So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
    He smot the sleaded pollax on the ice.
    80 Tis strange.
    Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre,
    With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch.
    Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,
    But in the gro s s e and scope of mine opinion,
    85 This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
    Mar. Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes,
    Why this same strikt and mo st obseruant watch
    So nightly toiles the subiect of the land,
    And with such dayly co st of brazon Cannon
    90 And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
    Why such impre s s e of ship-writes, whose sore taske
    Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
    What might be toward that this sweaty ha st
    Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
    95 Who i st that can informe mee?
    Hora. That can I.
    At lea st the whisper goes so; our la st King,
    Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs,
    Was as you knowe by Fortinbra s s e of Norway,
    100 Thereto prickt on by a mo st emulate pride
    Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
    (For so this side of our knowne world e steemd him)
    Did slay this Fortinbra s s e, who by a seald compact
    Well ratified by lawe and heraldy