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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
    Ham. How long will a man lie i'th earth ere he rot?
    Clow. Fayth if a be not rotten before a die, as we haue many poc-
    3355 kie corses, that will scarce hold the laying in, a will la st you som eyght
    yeere, or nine yeere. A Tanner will la st you nine yeere.
    Ham. Why he more then another?
    Clow. Why sir, his hide is so tand with his trade, that a will keepe
    3360 out water a great while; & your water is a sore decayer of your whor-
    son dead body, heer's a scull now hath lyen you i'th earth 23. yeeres.
    Ham. Whose was it?
    Clow. A whorson mad fellowes it was, whose do you think it was?
    Ham. Nay I know not.
    Clow. A pe stilence on him for a madde rogue, a pourd a flagon of
    Reni sh on my head once; this same skull sir, was sir Yoricks skull, the
    Kings Ie ster.
    3370 Ham. This?
    Clow. Een that.
    Ham. Alas poore Yoricke, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite
    ie st, of mo st excellent fancie, hee hath bore me on his backe a thou-
    sand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my gorge
    3375 rises at it. Heere hung those lyppes that I haue ki st I know not howe
    oft, where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your songs, your fla-
    shes of merriment, that were wont to set the ta
    ble on a roare, not one
    now to mocke your owne grinning, quite chopfalne. Now get you
    3380 to my Ladies table, & tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this fa-
    uour she mu st come, make her laugh at that.
    Prethee Horatio tell me one thing.
    Hora. What's that my Lord?
    3385 Ham. Doo st thou thinke Alexander lookt a this fa shion i'th earth?
    Hora. Een so.
    Ham. And smelt so pah.
    Hora. Een so my Lord.
    3390 Ham. To what base vses wee may returne Horatio? Why may not
    imagination trace the noble du st of Alexander, till a find it stopping
    a bunghole?
    Hor. Twere to con sider too curiou sly to con sider so.
    Ham. No faith, not a iot, but to follow him thether with mode sty
    3395 enough, and likelyhood to leade it. Alexander dyed, Alexander was
    buried, Alexander returneth to du st, the du st is earth, of earth vvee
    make Lome, & why of that Lome whereto he was conuerted, might