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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)

    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Of your precedent Lord, a vice of Kings,
    A cut-purse of the Empire and the rule,
    That from a shelfe the precious Diadem stole
    2480And put it in his pocket.
    Ger. No more.
    Enter Ghost.
    Ham. A King of shreds and patches,
    Saue me and houer ore me with your wings
    2485You heauenly gards: what would your gracious figure?
    Ger. Alas hee's mad.
    Ham. Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,
    That lap'st in time and passion lets goe by
    Th'important acting of your dread command, ô say.
    2490Ghost. Doe not forget, this visitation
    Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,
    But looke, amazement on thy mother sits,
    O step betweene her, and her fighting soule,
    Conceit in weakest bodies strongest workes,
    2495Speake to her Hamlet.
    Ham. How is it with you Lady?
    Ger. Alas how i'st with you?
    That you doe bend your eye on vacancie,
    And with th'incorporall ayre doe hold discourse,
    2500Foorth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
    And as the sleeping souldiers in th'alarme,
    Your bedded haire like life in excrements
    Start vp and stand an end, ô gentle sonne
    Vpon the heat and flame of thy distemper
    2505Sprinckle coole patience, whereon doe you looke?
    Ham. On him, on him, looke you how pale he glares,
    His forme and cause conioynd, preaching to stones
    Would make them capable, doe not looke vpon me,
    Least with this pittious action you conuert
    2510My stearne effects, then what I haue to doe
    Will want true cullour, teares perchance for blood.
    Ger. To whom doe you speake this?
    Ham. Doe you see nothing there?
    Ger. Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
    2515Ham. Nor did you nothing heare?
    Ger. No nothing but our selues.