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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)

    Nay, doe not thinke I flatter,
    For what aduancement may I hope from thee
    That no reuenew hast but thy good spirits
    1910To feede and clothe thee, why should the poore be flatterd?
    No, let the candied tongue licke absurd pompe,
    And crooke the pregnant hindges of the knee
    Where thrift may follow fauning; doost thou heare,
    Since my deare soule was mistris of her choice,
    1915And could of men distinguish her election,
    S'hath seald thee for herselfe, for thou hast been
    As one in suffring all that suffers nothing,
    A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards
    Hast tane with equall thanks; and blest are those
    1920Whose blood and iudgement are so well comedled,
    That they are not a pype for Fortunes finger
    To sound what stop she please: giue me that man
    That is not passions slaue, and I will weare him
    In my harts core, I in my hart of hart
    1925As I doe thee. Something too much of this,
    There is a play to night before the King,
    One scene of it comes neere the circumstance
    Which I haue told thee of my fathers death,
    I prethee when thou seest that act a foote,
    1930Euen with the very comment of thy soule
    Obserue my Vncle, if his occulted guilt
    Doe not it selfe vnkennill in one speech,
    It is a damned ghost that we haue seene,
    And my imaginations are as foule
    1935As Vulcans stithy; giue him heedfull note,
    For I mine eyes will riuet to his face,
    And after we will both our iudgements ioyne
    In censure of his seeming.
    Hor. Well my lord,
    1940If a steale ought the whilst this play is playing
    And scape detected, I will pay the theft.

    Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drummes,King, Queene,
    Polonius, Ophelia
    Ham. They are comming to the play. I must be idle,