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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

    Copyright Internet Shakespeare Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-proift purposes; for all other uses contact the Coordinating Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    Ros. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper, you do sure-
    ly barre the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes to
    your friend.
    2210Ham. Sir I lacke aduauncement.
    Ros. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King him-
    selfe for your succession in Denmarke.
    2215Enter the Players with Recorders.
    Ham. I sir, but while the grasse growes, the prouerbe is something
    musty, ô the Recorders, let mee see one, to withdraw with you, why
    doe you goe about to recouer the wind of mee, as if you would driue
    me into a toyle?
    Guyl. O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my loue is too vnmanerly.
    Ham. I do not wel vnderstand that, wil you play vpon this pipe?
    Guyl. My lord I cannot.
    Ham. I pray you.
    2225Guyl. Beleeue me I cannot.
    Ham. I doe beseech you.
    Guyl. I know no touch of it my Lord.
    Ham. It is as easie as lying; gouerne these ventages with your fin-
    gers, & the vmber, giue it breath with your mouth, & it wil discourse
    2230most eloquent musique, looke you, these are the stops.
    Guil. But these cannot I commaund to any vttrance of harmonie, I
    haue not the skill.
    Ham. Why looke you now how vnwoorthy a thing you make of
    2235me, you would play vpon mee, you would seeme to know my stops,
    you would plucke out the hart of my mistery, you would sound mee
    from my lowest note to my compasse, and there is much musique ex-
    cellent voyce in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak, s'bloud
    2240do you think I am easier to be plaid on then a pipe, call mee what in-
    strument you wil, though you fret me not, you cannot play vpon me.
    God blesse you sir.
    Enter Polonius.
    2245Pol. My Lord, the Queene would speake with you, & presently.
    Ham. Do you see yonder clowd that's almost in shape of a Camel?
    Pol. By'th masse and tis, like a Camell indeed.
    2250Ham. Mee thinks it is like a Wezell.
    Pol. It is backt like a Wezell.
    Ham. Or like a Whale.
    Pol. Very like a Whale.