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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.
    Ros. Good my Lord, what is your cause of di stemper, you do sure-
    ly barre the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes to
    your friend.
    2210 Ham. Sir I lacke aduauncement.
    Ros. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King him-
    selfe for your succe s sion in Denmarke.
    2215 Enter the Players with Recorders.
    Ham. I sir, but while the gra s s e growes, the prouerbe is something
    mu sty, 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 vnder stand that, wil you play vpon this pipe?
    Guyl. My lord I cannot.
    Ham. I pray you.
    2225 Guyl. Beleeue me I cannot.
    Ham. I doe beseech you.
    Guyl. I know no touch of it my Lord.
    Ham. It is as ea sie as lying; gouerne these ventages with your fin-
    gers, & the vmber, giue it breath with your mouth, & it wil discourse
    2230 mo st eloquent mu sique, 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
    2235 me, you would play vpon mee, you would seeme to know my stops,
    you would plucke out the hart of my mi stery, you would sound mee
    from my lowe st note to my compa s s e, and there is much mu sique ex-
    cellent voyce in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak, s'bloud
    2240 do you think I am ea sier 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 ble s s e you sir.
    Enter Polonius.
    2245 Pol. My Lord, the Queene would speake with you, & presently.
    Ham. Do you see yonder clowd that's almo st in shape of a Camel?
    Pol. By'th ma s s e and tis, like a Camell indeed.
    2250 Ham. Mee thinks it is like a Wezell.
    Pol. It is backt like a Wezell.
    Ham. Or like a Whale.
    Pol. Very like a Whale.
    Ham. Then