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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)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    This man shall set me packing,
    Ile lugge the guts into the neighbour roome;
    2580Mother good night indeed, this Counsayler
    Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
    Who was in life a most foolish prating knaue.
    Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
    Good night mother. Exit.

    Eenter King,and Queene, with Rosencraus
    2586.1and Guyldensterne.
    King. There's matter in these sighes, these profound heaues,
    You must translate, tis fit we vnderstand them,
    2590Where is your sonne?
    2590.1Ger. Bestow this place on vs a little while.
    Ah mine owne Lord, what haue I seene to night?
    King. What Gertrard, how dooes Hamlet?
    Ger. Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
    Which is the mightier, in his lawlesse fit,
    2595Behind the Arras hearing some thing stirre,
    Whyps out his Rapier, cryes a Rat, a Rat,
    And in this brainish apprehension kills
    The vnseene good old man.
    King. O heauy deede!
    2600It had beene so with vs had wee been there,
    His libertie is full of threates to all,
    To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one,
    Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answer'd?
    It will be layd to vs, whose prouidence
    2605Should haue kept short, restraind, and out of haunt
    This mad young man; but so much was our loue,
    We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
    But like the owner of a foule disease
    To keepe it from divulging, let it feede
    2610Euen on the pith of life: where is he gone?
    Ger. To draw apart the body he hath kild,
    Ore whom, his very madnes like some ore
    Among a minerall of mettals base,
    Showes it selfe pure, a weepes for what is done.
    2615King. O Gertrard, come away,