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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)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    And thou must cure me; till I know tis done,
    How ere my haps, my ioyes will nere begin.

    Enter Fortinbrasse with his Army ouer the stage.
    2735Fortin. Goe Captaine, from me greet the Danish King,
    Tell him, that by his lycence Fortinbrasse
    Craues the conueyance of a promisd march
    Ouer his kingdome, you know the randeuous,
    If that his Maiestie would ought with vs,
    2740We shall expresse our dutie in his eye,
    And let him know so.
    Cap. I will doo't my Lord.
    For. Goe softly on.
    Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c.
    Ham. Good sir whose powers are these?
    Cap. They are of Norway sir.
    Ham. How purposd sir I pray you?
    2743.5Cap. Against some part of Poland.
    Ham. Who commaunds them sir?
    Cap. The Nephew to old Norway, Fortenbrasse.
    Ham. Goes it against the maine of Poland sir,
    Or for some frontire?
    2743.10Cap. Truly to speake, and with no addition,
    We goe to gaine a little patch of ground
    That hath in it no profit but the name
    To pay fiue duckets, fiue I would not farme it;
    Nor will it yeeld to Norway or the Pole
    2743.15A rancker rate, should it be sold in fee.
    Ham. Why then the Pollacke neuer will defend it.
    Cap. Yes, it is already garisond.
    Ham. Two thousand soules, & twenty thousand duckets
    VVill not debate the question of this straw,
    2743.20This is th'Impostume of much wealth and peace,
    That inward breakes, and showes no cause without
    Why the man dies. I humbly thanke you sir.
    Cap. God buy you sir.
    Ros. Wil't please you goe my Lord?
    2743.25Ham. Ile be with you straight, goe a little before.
    How all occasions doe informe against me,