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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.
    2115If I could see the puppets dallying.
    Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene.
    Ham. It would cost you a groning to take off mine edge.
    Oph. Still better and worse.
    2120Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Beginne murtherer, leaue
    thy damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth bellow
    for reuenge.
    Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugges fit, and time agreeing,
    Considerat season els no creature seeing,
    Thou mixture ranck, of midnight weedes collected,
    VVith Hecats ban thrice blasted, thrice inuected,
    Thy naturall magicke, and dire property,
    2130On wholsome life vsurps immediatly.
    Ham. A poysons him i'th Garden for his estate, his names Gonza-
    go, the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian, you shall see
    anon how the murtherer gets the loue of Gonzagoes wife.
    Oph. The King rises.
    Quee. How fares my Lord?
    Pol. Giue ore the play.
    2140King. Giue me some light, away.
    Pol. Lights, lights, lights.
    Exeunt all but Ham. & Horatio.
    Ham. Why let the strooken Deere goe weepe,
    The Hart vngauled play,
    2145For some must watch while some must sleepe,
    Thus runnes the world away.
    Would not this sir & a forrest of fea-
    thers, if the rest of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouinciall
    Roses on my raz'd shooes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players?
    Hora. Halfe a share.
    Ham. A whole one I.
    For thou doost know oh Damon deere
    This Realme dismantled was
    Of Ioue himselfe, and now raignes heere
    A very very paiock.
    Hora. You might haue rym'd.
    Ham. O good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand
    pound. Did'st perceiue?
    2160Hora. Very well my Lord.
    Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysning.
    Hor. I did very well note him.