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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.
    they not stoppe a Beare-barrell?
    3400 Imperious sar dead, and turn'd to Clay,
    Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the wind away.
    O that that earth which kept the world in awe,
    Should patch a wall t'expell the waters flaw.
    But soft, but soft awhile, here comes the King, Enter K. Q.
    The Queene, the Courtiers, who is this they follow? Laertes and the corse.
    And with such maimed rites? this doth betoken,
    The corse they follow, did with desprat hand
    3410 Foredoo it owne life, twas of some e state,
    Couch we a while and marke.
    Laer. What Ceremonie els?
    Ham. That is Laertes a very noble youth, marke.
    Laer. What Ceremonie els?
    3415 Doct . Her obsequies haue been as farre inlarg'd
    As we haue warrantie, her death was doubtfull,
    And but that great commaund ore-swayes the order,
    She should in ground vnsanctified been lodg'd
    Till the la st trumpet: for charitable prayers,
    3420 Flints and peebles should be throwne on her:
    Yet heere she is allow'd her virgin Crants,
    Her mayden strewments, and the bringing home
    Of bell and buriall.
    Laer. Mu st there no more be doone?
    3425 Doct . No more be doone.
    We should prophane the seruice of the dead,
    To sing a Requiem and such re st to her
    As to peace-parted soules.
    Laer. Lay her i'th earth,
    3430 And from her faire and vnpolluted fle sh
    May Violets spring: I tell thee churli sh Prie st,
    A mini string Angell shall my si ster be
    When thou lye st howling.
    Ham. What, the faire Ophelia.
    3435 Quee. Sweets to the sweet, farewell,
    I hop't thou should' st haue been my Hamlets wife,
    I thought thy bride-bed to haue deckt sweet maide,
    And not haue strew'd thy graue.
    Laer. O treble woe
    Fall