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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.
    Importing the surrender of those lands
    Lo st by his father, with all bands of lawe
    To our mo st valiant brother, so much for him:
    205 Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting,
    Thus much the bu sines is, we haue heere writ
    To Norway Vncle of young Fortenbra s s e
    Who impotent and bedred scarcely heares
    Of this his Nephewes purpose; to suppre s s e
    210 His further gate heerein, in that the leuies,
    The li sts, and full proportions are all made
    Out of his subiect, and we heere dispatch
    You good Cornelius, and you Valtemand,
    For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
    215 Giuing to you no further personall power
    To bu sines with the King, more then the scope
    Of these delated articles allowe:
    Farwell, and let your ha st commend your dutie.
    Cor. Vo. In that, and all things will we showe our dutie.
    220 King. We doubt it nothing, hartely farwell.
    And now Laertes whats the newes with you?
    You told vs of some sute, what i st Laertes?
    You cannot speake of reason to the Dane
    225 And lose your voyce; what wold' st thou begge Laertes,?
    That shall not be my offer, not thy asking,
    The head is not more natiue to the hart
    The hand more in strumentall to the mouth
    Then is the throne of Denmarke to thy father,
    230 What would' st thou haue Laertes?
    Laer. My dread Lord,
    Your leaue and fauour to returne to Fraunce,
    From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke,
    To showe my dutie in your Coronation;
    235 Yet now I mu st confe s s e, that duty done
    My thoughts and wi shes bend againe toward Fraunce
    And bowe them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
    King. Haue you your fathers leaue, what saies Polonius?
    240 Polo. Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue
    240.1 By laboursome petition, and at la st
    Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,
    I