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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
    The sunne no sooner shall the mountaines touch,
    But we will ship him hence, and this vile deede
    We must with all our Maiestie and skill Enter Ros. & Guild.
    Both countenaunce and excuse. Ho Guyldensterne,
    Friends both, goe ioyne you with some further ayde,
    Hamlet in madnes hath Polonius slaine,
    And from his mothers closet hath he dreg'd him,
    Goe seeke him out, speake fayre, and bring the body
    2625Into the Chappell; I pray you hast in this,
    Come Gertrard, wee'le call vp our wisest friends,
    And let them know both what we meane to doe
    And whats vntimely doone,
    2628.1Whose whisper ore the worlds dyameter,
    As leuell as the Cannon to his blanck,
    Transports his poysned shot, may misse our Name,
    And hit the woundlesse ayre, ô come away,
    My soule is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt.
    2630Enter Hamlet,Rosencraus, and others.
    Ham. Safely stowd, but soft, what noyse, who calls on Hamlet?
    O heere they come.
    2635Ros. What haue you doone my Lord with the dead body?
    Ham. Compound it with dust whereto tis kin.
    Ros. Tell vs where tis that we may take it thence,
    And beare it to the Chappell.
    Ham. Doe not beleeue it.
    2640Ros. Beleeue what.
    Ham. That I can keepe your counsaile & not mine owne, besides
    to be demaunded of a spunge, what replycation should be made by
    the sonne of a King.
    Ros. Take you me for a spunge my Lord?
    2645Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings countenaunce, his rewards, his
    authorities, but such Officers doe the King best seruice in the end, he
    keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be
    last swallowed, when hee needs what you haue gleand, it is but squee-
    2650sing you, and spunge you shall be dry againe.
    Ros. I vnderstand you not my Lord.
    Ham. I am glad of it, a knauish speech sleepes in a foolish eare.
    Ros. My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is, and goe with vs
    2655to the King.