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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 for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
    But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practise,
    And call it accedent.
    3078.1 Laer. My Lord I will be rul'd,
    The rather if you could deuise it so
    That I might be the organ.
    King. It falls right,
    3078.5 You haue beene talkt of since your trauaile much,
    And that in Hamlets hearing, for a qualitie
    Wherein they say you shine, your summe of parts
    Did not together plucke such enuie from him
    As did that one, and that in my regard
    3078.10 Of the vnworthie st siedge.
    Laer. What part is that my Lord?
    King. A very ribaud in the cap of youth,
    Yet needfull to, for youth no le s s e becomes
    The light and carele s s e liuery that it weares
    3078.15 Then setled age, his sables, and his weedes
    Importing health and grauenes; two months since
    Heere was a gentleman of Normandy,
    3080 I haue seene my selfe, and seru'd again st the French,
    And they can well on horsebacke, but this gallant
    Had witch-craft in't, he grew vnto his seate,
    And to such wondrous dooing brought his horse,
    As had he beene incorp' st, and demy natur'd
    3085 With the braue bea st, so farre he topt me thought,
    That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks
    Come short of what he did.
    Laer. A Norman wa st?
    King. A Norman.
    3090 Laer. Vppon my life Lamord.
    King. The very same.
    Laer. I know him well, he is the brooch indeed
    And Iem of all the Nation.
    King. He made confe s sion of you,
    3095 And gaue you such a ma sterly report
    For art and exercise in your defence,
    And for your Rapier mo st especiall,
    That he cride out t'would be a sight indeed