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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.
    This was your husband, looke you now what followes,
    Heere is your husband like a mildewed eare,
    Blasting his wholsome brother, haue you eyes,
    2450Could you on this faire mountaine leaue to feede,
    And batten on this Moore; ha, haue you eyes?
    You cannot call it loue, for at your age
    The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
    And waits vppon the iudgement, and what iudgement
    2455Would step from this to this, sence sure youe haue
    2455.1Els could you not haue motion, but sure that sence
    Is appoplext, for madnesse would not erre
    Nor sence to extacie was nere so thral'd
    But it reseru'd some quantity of choise
    2455.5To serue in such a difference, what deuill wast
    That thus hath cosund you at hodman blind;
    2456.1Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
    Eares without hands, or eyes, smelling sance all,
    Or but a sickly part of one true sence
    Could not so mope: ô shame where is thy blush?
    Rebellious hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
    To flaming youth let vertue be as wax
    2460And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no shame
    When the compulsiue ardure giues the charge,
    Since frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne,
    And reason pardons will.
    Ger. O Hamlet speake no more,
    2465Thou turnst my very eyes into my soule,
    And there I see such blacke and greeued spots
    As will leaue there their tin'ct.
    Ham. Nay but to liue
    In the ranck sweat of an inseemed bed
    2470Stewed in corruption, honying, and making loue
    Ouer the nasty stie.
    Ger. O speake to me no more,
    These words like daggers enter in my eares,
    No more sweete Hamlet.
    2475Ham. A murtherer and a villaine,
    A slaue that is not twentith part the kyth