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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
    If one could match you; the Scrimures of their nation
    3099.1He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
    If you opposd them; sir this report of his
    3100Did Hamlet so enuenom with his enuy,
    That he could nothing doe but wish and beg
    Your sodaine comming ore to play with you.
    Now out of this.
    Laer. What out of this my Lord?
    3105King. Laertes was your father deare to you?
    Or are you like the painting of a sorrowe,
    A face without a hart?
    Laer. Why aske you this?
    King. Not that I thinke you did not loue your father,
    3110But that I knowe, loue is begunne by time,
    And that I see in passages of proofe,
    Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it,
    3112.1There liues within the very flame of loue
    A kind of weeke or snufe that will abate it,
    And nothing is at a like goodnes still,
    For goodnes growing to a plurisie,
    3112.5Dies in his owne too much, that we would doe
    We should doe when we would: for this would changes,
    And hath abatements and delayes as many,
    As there are tongues, are hands, are accedents,
    And then this should is like a spend thirfts sigh,
    3112.10That hurts by easing; but to the quick of th'vlcer,
    Hamlet comes back, what would you vndertake
    To showe your selfe indeede your fathers sonne
    3115More then in words?
    Laer. To cut his thraot i'th Church.
    King. No place indeede should murther sanctuarise,
    Reuendge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes
    Will you doe this, keepe close within your chamber,
    3120Hamlet return'd, shall knowe you are come home,
    Weele put on those shall praise your excellence,
    And set a double varnish on the fame
    The french man gaue you, bring you in fine together
    And wager ore your heads; he being remisse,
    3125Most generous, and free from all contriuing,