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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.
    The changling neuer knowne: now the next day
    Was our Sea fight, and what to this was sequent
    Thou knowe st already.
    Hora. So Guylden sterne and Rosencraus goe too't.
    Ham. They are not neere my conscience, their defeat
    Dooes by their owne in sinnuation growe,
    Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
    Betweene the pa s s e and fell incenced points
    3565 Of mighty oppo sits.
    Hora. Why what a King is this!
    Ham. Dooes it not thinke thee stand me now vppon?
    He that hath kild my King, and whor'd my mother,
    Pop't in betweene th'election and my hopes,
    3570 Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,
    And with such cusnage, i' st not perfect conscience?
    Enter a Courtier.
    Cour. Your Lord ship is right welcome backe to Denmarke.
    Ham. I humble thanke you sir.
    Doo st know this water fly?
    Hora. No my good Lord.
    3590 Ham. Thy state is the more gracious, for tis a vice to know him,
    He hath much land and fertill: let a bea st be Lord of bea sts, and his
    crib shall stand at the Kings me s s e, tis a chough, but as I say, spaci-
    ous in the po s s e s sion of durt.
    3595 Cour. Sweete Lord, if your Lord shippe were at leasure, I should
    impart a thing to you from his Maie stie.
    Ham. I will receaue it sir withall dilligence of spirit, your bonnet
    to his right vse, tis for the head.
    Cour. I thanke your Lord ship, it is very hot.
    3600 Ham. No belieue me, tis very cold, the wind is Northerly.
    Cour. It is indefferent cold my Lord indeed.
    Ham. But yet me thinkes it is very sully and hot, or my complec-
    3605 Cour. Exceedingly my Lord, it is very soultery, as t'were I can-
    not tell how: my Lord his Maie stie bad me signifie to you, that a
    has layed a great wager on your head, sir this is the matter.
    Ham. I beseech you remember.
    3610 Cour. Nay good my Lord for my ease in good faith, sir here is newly
    3610.1 com to Court Laertes, belieue me an absolute gentlemen, ful of mo st