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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

    Copyright Internet Shakespeare Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-proift purposes; for all other uses contact the Coordinating Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    Prince of Denmarke.
    Importing the surrender of those lands
    Lost by his father, with all bands of lawe
    To our most valiant brother, so much for him:
    205Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting,
    Thus much the busines is, we haue heere writ
    To Norway Vncle of young Fortenbrasse
    Who impotent and bedred scarcely heares
    Of this his Nephewes purpose; to suppresse
    210His further gate heerein, in that the leuies,
    The lists, 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,
    215Giuing to you no further personall power
    To busines with the King, more then the scope
    Of these delated articles allowe:
    Farwell, and let your hast commend your dutie.
    Cor. Vo. In that, and all things will we showe our dutie.
    220King. We doubt it nothing, hartely farwell.
    And now Laertes whats the newes with you?
    You told vs of some sute, what ist Laertes?
    You cannot speake of reason to the Dane
    225And 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 instrumentall to the mouth
    Then is the throne of Denmarke to thy father,
    230What 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;
    235Yet now I must confesse, that duty done
    My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward Fraunce
    And bowe them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
    King. Haue you your fathers leaue, what saies Polonius?
    240Polo. Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue
    240.1By laboursome petition, and at last
    Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,