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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
    The sunne no sooner shall the mountaines touch,
    But we will ship him hence, and this vile deede
    We mu st with all our Maie stie and skill Enter Ros. & Guild.
    Both countenaunce and excuse. Ho Guylden sterne,
    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
    2625 Into the Chappell; I pray you ha st in this,
    Come Gertrard, wee'le call vp our wise st friends,
    And let them know both what we meane to doe
    And whats vntimely doone,
    2628.1 Whose whisper ore the worlds dyameter,
    As leuell as the Cannon to his blanck,
    Transports his poysned shot, may mi s s e our Name,
    And hit the woundle s s e ayre, ô come away,
    My soule is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt.
    2630 Enter Hamlet,Rosencraus, and others.
    Ham. Safely stowd, but soft, what noyse, who calls on Hamlet?
    O heere they come.
    2635 Ros. What haue you doone my Lord with the dead body?
    Ham. Compound it with du st 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.
    2640 Ros. Beleeue what.
    Ham. That I can keepe your counsaile & not mine owne, be sides
    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?
    2645 Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings countenaunce, his rewards, his
    authorities, but such Officers doe the King be st seruice in the end, he
    keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, fir st mouth'd to be
    la st swallowed, when hee needs what you haue gleand, it is but squee-
    2650 sing you, and spunge you shall be dry againe.
    Ros. I vnder stand you not my Lord.
    Ham. I am glad of it, a knaui sh speech sleepes in a fooli sh eare.
    Ros. My Lord, you mu st tell vs where the body is, and goe with vs
    2655 to the King.
    Hamlet.