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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
    The poore aduaunc'd, makes friends of enemies,
    And hetherto doth loue on fortune tend,
    2075 For who not needes, shall neuer lacke a friend,
    And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
    Directly seasons him his enemy.
    But orderly to end where I begunne,
    Our wills and fates doe so contrary runne,
    2080 That our deuises still are ouerthrowne,
    Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne,
    So thinke thou wilt no second husband wed,
    But die thy thoughts when thy fir st Lord is dead.
    Quee. Nor earth to me giue foode, nor heauen light,
    2085 Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
    2085.1 To desperation turne my tru st and hope,
    And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope,
    Each oppo site that blancks the face of ioy,
    Meete what I would haue well, and it de stroy,
    Both heere and hence pursue me la sting strife, Ham. If she should breake it now.
    If once I be a widdow, euer I be a wife.
    King. Tis deeply sworne, sweet leaue me heere a while,
    My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
    The tedious day with sleepe.
    2095 Quee. Sleepe rock thy braine,
    And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. Exeunt.
    Ham. Madam, how like you this play?
    Quee. The Lady doth prote st too much mee thinks.
    Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
    2100 King. Haue you heard the argument? is there no offence in't?
    Ham. No, no, they do but ie st, poyson in ie st, no offence i'th world.
    King. What doe you call the play?
    2105 Ham. The Mousetrap, mary how tropically, this play is the Image
    of a murther doone in Vienna, Gonzago is the Dukes name, his wife
    Bapti sta, you shall see anon, tis a knaui sh peece of worke, but what of
    that? your Maie stie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches vs not,
    2110 let the gauled Iade winch, our withers are vnwrong. This is one Lu -
    cianus, Nephew to the King.
    Enter Lucianus.
    Oph. You are as good as a Chorus my Lord.
    Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue