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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.
    And hurt my brother.
    Laer. I am satisfied in nature,
    Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most
    To my reuendge, but in my tearmes of honor
    3700I stand a loofe, and will no reconcilement,
    Till by some elder Maisters of knowne honor
    I haue a voyce and president of peace
    To my name vngord: but all that time
    I doe receaue your offerd loue, like loue,
    3705And will not wrong it.
    Ham. I embrace it freely, and will this brothers wager
    franckly play.
    Giue vs the foiles.
    Laer. Come, one for me.
    3710Ham. Ile be your foile Laertes, in mine ignorance
    Your skill shall like a starre i'th darkest night
    Stick fiery of indeed.
    Laer. You mocke me sir.
    Ham. No by this hand.
    3715King. Giue them the foiles young Ostricke, cosin Hamlet,
    You knowe the wager.
    Ham. Very well my Lord.
    Your grace has layed the ods a'th weeker side.
    King. I doe not feare it, I haue seene you both,
    But since he is better, we haue therefore ods.
    Laer. This is to heauy: let me see another.
    Ham. This likes me well, these foiles haue all a length.
    Ostr. I my good Lord.
    King. Set me the stoopes of wine vpon that table,
    If Hamlet giue the first or second hit,
    Or quit in answere of the third exchange,
    3730Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.
    The King shall drinke to Hamlets better breath,
    And in the cup an Onixe shall he throwe,
    Richer then that which foure successiue Kings
    In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne: giue me the cups,
    And let the kettle to the trumpet speake,
    The trumpet to the Cannoneere without,
    The Cannons to the heauens, the heauen to earth,