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Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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268 The Tragedie of Hamlet.
2037In neither ought, or in extremity:
2038Now what my loue is, proofe hath made you know,
2041My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do:
2042And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde,
2043Honour'd, belou'd, and haply, one as kinde.
2049Ham. Wormwood, Wormwood.
2055But what we do determine, oft we breake:
2057Of violent Birth, but poore validitie:
2058Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree,
2059But fall vnshaken, when they mellow bee.
2064The violence of other Greefe or Ioy,
2067Greefe ioyes, Ioy greeues on slender accident.
2068This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
2069That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change.
2070For 'tis a question left vs yet to proue,
2071Whether Loue lead Fortune, or else Fortune Loue.
2072The great man downe, you marke his fauourites flies,
2073The poore aduanc'd, makes Friends of Enemies:
2074And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend,
2075For who not needs, shall neuer lacke a Frend:
2076And who in want a hollow Friend doth try,
2078But orderly to end, where I begun,
2079Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run,
2080That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne,
2081Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne.
2084Bap. Nor Earth to giue me food, nor Heauen light,
2085Sport and repose locke from me day and night:
2086Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy,
2087Meet what I would haue well, and it destroy:
2089If once a Widdow, euer I be Wife.
2092Sweet, leaue me heere a while,
2093My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
2094The tedious day with sleepe.
2097Ham. Madam, how like you this Play?
2101fence in't?
2103fence i'th'world.
2104King. What do you call the Play?
2106This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna: Gon-
2108anon: 'tis a knauish peece of worke: But what o'that?
2110vs not: let the gall'd iade winch: our withers are vnrung.
2111 Enter Lucianus.
2112This is one Lucianus nephew to the King.
2113Ophe. You are a good Chorus, my Lord.
2114Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue:
2115if I could see the Puppets dallying.
2116Ophe. You are keene my Lord, you are keene.
2118edge.
2121Begin Murderer. Pox, leaue thy damnable Faces, and
2122begin. Come, the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Re-
2123uenge.
2124Lucian. Thoughts blacke, hands apt,
2125Drugges fit, and Time agreeing:
2127Thou mixture ranke, of Midnight Weeds collected,
2129Thy naturall Magicke, and dire propertie,
2131Powres the poyson in his eares.
2133name's Gonzago: the Story is extant and writ in choyce
2135loue of Gonzago's wife.
2138Qu. How fares my Lord?
2139Pol. Giue o're the Play.
2142 Manet Hamlet & Horatio.
2144The Hart vngalled play:
2146So runnes the world away.
2148my Fortunes tutne Turke with me; with two Prouinciall
2150of Players sir.
2152Ham. A whole one I,
2153For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere,
2155And now reignes heere.
2156A verie verie Paiocke.
2157Hora. You might haue Rim'd.
2160Hora. Verie well my Lord.
2162Hora. I did verie well note him.
2163 Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
2165For if the King like not the Comedie,
2166Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Ham.