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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
    And spur my dull reuenge. What is a man
    If his chiefe good and market of his time
    Be but to sleepe and feede, a bea st, no more:
    2743.30 Sure he that made vs with such large discourse
    Looking before and after, gaue vs not
    That capabilitie and god-like reason
    To fu st in vs vnvsd, now whether it be
    Be stiall obliuion, or some crauen scruple
    2743.35 Of thinking too precisely on th'euent,
    A thought which quarterd hath but one part wisedom,
    And euer three parts coward, I doe not know
    Why yet I liue to say this thing's to doe,
    Sith I haue cause, and will, and strength, and meanes
    2743.40 To doo't; examples gro s s e as earth exhort me,
    Witnes this Army of such ma s s e and charge,
    Led by a delicate and tender Prince,
    Whose spirit with diuine ambition puft,
    Makes mouthes at the invi sible euent,
    2743.45 Expo sing what is mortall, and vnsure,
    To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
    Euen for an Egge- shell. Rightly to be great,
    Is not to stirre without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrell in a straw
    2743.50 When honour's at the stake, how stand I then
    That haue a father kild, a mother staind,
    Excytements of my reason, and my blood,
    And let all sleepe, while to my shame I see
    The iminent death of twenty thousand men,
    2743.55 That for a fanta sie and tricke of fame
    Goe to their graues like beds, fight for a plot
    Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
    Which is not tombe enough and continent
    To hide the slaine, ô from this time forth,
    2743.60 My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth. Exit.

    Enter Horatio, Gertrard,and a Gentleman.
    2745 Quee. I will not speake with her.
    Gent. Shee is importunat,
    Indeede di stract, her moode will needes be pittied.