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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)

    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    2550 To puni sh me with this, and this with me,
    That I mu st be their scourge and mini ster,
    I will be stowe him and will answere well
    The death I gaue him; so againe good night
    I mu st be cruell only to be kinde,
    2555 This bad beginnes, and worse remaines behind.
    2555.1 One word more good Lady.
    Ger. What shall I doe?
    Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you doe,
    Let the blowt King temp't you againe to bed,
    Pinch wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
    2560 And let him for a paire of reechie ki s s es,
    Or padling in your necke with his damn'd fingers.
    Make you to rouell all this matter out
    That I e s s entially am not in madne s s e,
    But mad in craft, t'were good you let him knowe,
    2565 For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
    Would from a paddack, from a bat, a gib,
    Such deare concernings hide, who would doe so,
    No, in dispight of sence and secrecy,
    Vnpeg the basket on the houses top,
    2570 Let the birds fly, and like the famous Ape,
    To try conclu sions in the basket creepe,
    And breake your owne necke downe.
    Ger. Be thou a s s ur'd, if words be made of breath
    And breath of life, I haue no life to breath
    2575 What thou ha st sayd to me.
    Ham. I mu st to England, you knowe that.
    Ger. Alack I had forgot.
    Tis so concluded on.
    2577.1 Ham. Ther's letters seald, and my two Schoolefellowes,
    Whom I will tru st as I will Adders fang'd,
    They beare the mandat, they mu st sweep my way
    And mar shall me to knauery: let it worke,
    2577.5 For tis the sport to haue the enginer
    Hoi st with his owne petar, an't shall goe hard
    But I will delue one yard belowe their mines,
    And blowe them at the Moone: ô tis mo st sweete
    When in one line two crafts directly meete,