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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.
    Each small annexment petty consequence
    2295 Attends the boy strous raine, neuer alone
    Did the King sigh, but a generall grone.
    King. Arme you I pray you to this speedy viage,
    For we will fetters put about this feare
    Which now goes too free-footed.
    2300 Ros. We will ha st vs. Exeunt Gent.

    Enter Polonius.
    Pol. My Lord, hee's going to his mothers closet,
    Behind the Arras I'le conuay my selfe
    To heare the proce s s e, I'le warrant shee'letax him home,
    2305 And as you sayd, and wisely was it sayd,
    Tis meete that some more audience then a mother,
    Since nature makes them parciall, should ore-heare
    The speech of vantage; farre you well my Leige,
    I'le call vpon you ere you goe to bed.
    2310 And tell you what I knowe. Exit.
    King. Thankes deere my Lord.
    O my offence is ranck, it smels to heauen,
    It hath the primall elde st curse vppont,
    A brothers murther, pray can I not,
    2315 Though inclination be as sharp as will,
    My stronger guilt defeats my strong entent,
    And like a man to double bu s sines bound,
    I stand in pause where I shall fir st beginne,
    And both neglect, what if this cursed hand
    2320 Were thicker then it selfe with brothers blood,
    Is there not raine enough in the sweete Heauens
    To wa sh it white as snowe, whereto serues mercy
    But to confront the visage of offence?
    And what's in prayer but this two fold force,
    2325 To be fore stalled ere we come to fall,
    Or pardon being downe, then I'le looke vp.
    My fault is pa st, but oh what forme of prayer
    Can serue my turne, forgiue me my foule murther,
    That cannot be since I am still po s s e st
    2330 Of those effects for which I did the murther;
    My Crowne, mine owne ambition, and my Queene;