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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
    Ham. Ah ha, come some mu sique, come the Recorders,
    2165 For if the King like not the Comedie,
    Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
    Come, some mu sique.
    Enter Rosencraus and Guylden sterne.
    Guyl. Good my Lord, voutsafe me a word with you.
    Ham. Sir a whole hi storie.
    2170 Guyl. The King sir.
    Ham. I sir, what of him?
    Guyl. Is in his retirement meruilous di stempred.
    Ham. With drinke sir?
    Guyl. No my Lord, with choller,
    2175 Ham. Your wisedome should shewe it selfe more richer to signifie
    this to the Doctor, for, for mee to put him to his purgation, would
    perhaps plunge him into more choller.
    Guyl. Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame,
    2180 And stare not so wildly from my affaire.
    Ham. I am tame sir, pronounce.
    Guyl. The Queene your mother in mo st great affliction of spirit,
    hath sent me to you.
    Ham. You are welcome.
    2185 Guyl. Nay good my Lord, this curte sie is not of the right breede, if
    it shall please you to make me a wholsome aunswere, I will doe your
    mothers commaundement, if not, your pardon and my returne, shall
    be the end of bu sines.
    2190 Ham. Sir I cannot.
    Ros. What my Lord.
    Ham. Make you a wholsome answer, my wits diseasd, but sir, such
    answere as I can make, you shall commaund, or rather as you say, my
    mother, therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you say.
    Ros. Then thus she sayes, your behauiour hath strooke her into a-
    mazement and admiration.
    Ham. O wonderful sonne that can so stoni sh a mother, but is there
    no sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart.
    Ros. She de sires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.
    Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, haue you any
    further trade with vs?
    2205 Ros. My Lord, you once did loue me.
    Ham. And doe still by these pickers and stealers.