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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
    Stood challenger on mount of all the age
    For her perfections, but my reuenge will come.
    King. Breake not your sleepes for that, you must not thinke
    3040That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull,
    That we can let our beard be shooke with danger,
    And thinke it pastime, you shortly shall heare more,
    I loued your father, and we loue our selfe,
    And that I hope will teach you to imagine.
    Enter a Messenger with Letters.
    Messen. These to your Maiestie, this to the Queene.
    King. From Hamlet, who brought them?
    3050Mess. Saylers my Lord they say, I saw them not,
    They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiued them
    3051.1Of him that brought them.
    King. Laertes you shall heare them: leaue vs.
    High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom,
    3055to morrow shall I begge leaue to see your kingly eyes, when I shal first
    asking you pardon, there-vnto recount the occasion of my suddaine
    King. What should this meane, are all the rest come backe,
    3060Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
    Laer. Know you the hand?
    King. Tis Hamlets caracter. Naked,
    And in a postscript heere he sayes alone,
    Can you deuise me?
    Laer. I am lost in it my Lord, but let him come,
    3065It warmes the very sicknes in my hart
    That I liue and tell him to his teeth
    Thus didst thou.
    King. If it be so Laertes,
    As how should it be so, how otherwise,
    Will you be rul'd by me?
    3070Laer. I my Lord, so you will not ore-rule me to a peace.
    King. To thine owne peace, if he be now returned
    As the King at his voyage, and that he meanes
    No more to vndertake it, I will worke him
    To an exployt, now ripe in my deuise,
    3075Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall: