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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
    3440 Fall tenne times double on that cursed head,
    Whose wicked deede thy mo st ingenious sence
    Depriued thee of, hold off the earth a while,
    Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes;
    3445 Now pile your du st vpon the quicke and dead,
    Till of this flat a mountaine you haue made
    To'retop old Pelion, or the skye sh head
    Of blew Olympus.
    Ham. What is he whose griefe
    3450 Beares such an emphe sis, whose phrase of sorrow
    Coniures the wandring starres, and makes them stand
    Like wonder wounded hearers: this is I
    Hamlet the Dane.
    Laer. The deuill take thy soule.
    3455 Ham. Thou pray' st not well, I prethee take thy fingers (from my throat,
    For though I am not spleenatiue ra sh,
    Yet haue I in me something dangerous,
    Which let thy wisedome feare; hold off thy hand,
    3460 King. Pluck them a sunder.
    Quee. Hamlet, Hamlet.
    3461.1 All. Gentlemen.
    Hora. Good my Lord be quiet.
    Ham. Why, I will fight with him vpon this theame
    Vntill my eye-lids will no longer wagge.
    3465 Quee. O my sonne, what theame?
    Ham. I loued Ophelia, forty thousand brothers
    Could not with all theyr quantitie of loue
    Make vp my summe. What wilt thou doo for her.
    King. O he is mad Laertes.
    3470 Quee. For loue of God forbeare him.
    Ham. S'wounds shew me what th'owt doe:
    Woo't weepe, woo't fight, woo't fa st, woo't teare thy selfe,
    Woo't drinke vp E sill, eate a Crocadile?
    Ile doo't, doo st come heere to whine?
    3475 To out-face me with leaping in her graue,
    Be buried quicke with her, and so will I.
    And if thou prate of mountaines, let them throw
    Millions of Acres on vs, till our ground
    Sindging his pate again st the burning Zone
    Make