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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
    through the guts of a begger.
    King. Where is Polonius?
    2695 Ham. In heauen, send thether to see, if your me s s enger finde him
    not thrre, seeke him i'th other place your selfe, but if indeed you find
    him not within this month, you shall nose him as you goe vp the
    stayres into the Lobby.
    King. Goe seeke him there.
    2700 Ham. A will stay till you come.
    King. Hamlet this deede for thine especiall safety
    Which we do tender, as we deerely grieue
    For that which thou ha st done, mu st send thee hence.
    Therefore prepare thy selfe,
    2705 The Barck is ready, and the wind at helpe,
    Th'a s s ociats tend, and euery thing is bent
    For England.
    Ham. For England.
    King. I Hamlet.
    2710 Ham. Good.
    King. So is it if thou knew' st our purposes.
    Ham. I see a Cherub that sees thē, but come for England,
    Farewell deere Mother.
    King. Thy louing Father Hamlet.
    2715 Ham. My mother, Father and Mother is man and wife,
    Man and wife is one fle sh, so my mother:
    Come for England. Exit.
    King. Follow him at foote,
    Tempt him with speede abord,
    2720 Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.
    Away, for euery thing is seald and done
    That els leanes on th'affayre, pray you make ha st,
    And England, if my loue thou hold' st at ought,
    As my great power thereof may giue thee sence,
    2725 Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red,
    After the Dani sh sword, and thy free awe
    Payes homage to vs, thou may st not coldly set
    Our soueraigne proce s s e, which imports at full
    By Letters congruing to that effect
    2730 The present death of Hamlet, doe it England,
    For like the Hectique in my blood he rages,
    And