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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.
    2035.1 For women feare too much, euen as they loue,
    And womens feare and loue hold quantitie,
    Eyther none, in neither ought, or in extremitie,
    Now what my Lord is proofe hath made you know,
    And as my loue is ciz'd, my feare is so,
    2039.1 Where loue is great, the litle st doubts are feare,
    Where little feares grow great, great loue growes there.
    2040 King. Faith I mu st leaue thee loue, and shortly to,
    My operant powers their functions leaue to do,
    And thou shalt liue in this faire world behind,
    Honord, belou'd, and haply one as kind,
    For husband shalt thou.
    2045 Quee. O confound the re st,
    Such loue mu st needes be treason in my bre st,
    In second husband let me be accur st,
    None wed the second, but who kild the fir st. Ham. That's wormwood
    2050 The in stances that second marriage moue
    Are base respects of thrift, but none of loue,
    A second time I kill my husband dead,
    When second husband ki s s es me in bed.
    King. I doe belieue you thinke what now you speake,
    2055 But what we doe determine, oft we breake,
    Purpose is but the slaue to memorie,
    Of violent birth, but poore validitie,
    Which now the fruite vnripe sticks on the tree,
    But fall vn shaken when they mellow bee.
    2060 Mo st nece s s ary tis that we forget
    To pay our selues what to our selues is debt,
    What to our selues in pa s sion we propose,
    The pa s sion ending, doth the purpose lose,
    The violence of eyther, griefe, or ioy,
    2065 Their owne ennactures with themselues de stroy,
    Where ioy mo st reuels, griefe doth mo st lament,
    Greefe ioy, ioy griefes, on slender accedent,
    This world is not for aye, nor tis not strange,
    That euen our loues should with our fortunes change:
    2070 For tis a que stion left vs yet to proue,
    Whether loue lead fortune, or els fortune loue.
    The great man downe, you marke his fauourite flyes,