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Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet. 271
2429As from the body of Contraction pluckes
2431A rapsidie of words. Heauens face doth glow,
2436ders in the Index.
2438The counterfet presentment of two Brothers:
2439See what a grace was seated on his Brow,
2440Hyperions curles, the front of Ioue himselfe,
2441An eye like Mars, to threaten or command
2442A Station, like the Herald Mercurie
2443New lighted on a heauen-kissing hill:
2444A Combination, and a forme indeed,
2446To giue the world assurance of a man.
2447This was your Husband. Looke you now what followes.
2448Heere is your Husband, like a Mildew'd eare
2450Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed,
2451And batten on this Moore? Ha? Haue you eyes?
2452You cannot call it Loue: For at your age,
2453The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
2454And waites vpon the Iudgement: and what Iudgement
2455Would step from this, to this? What diuell was't,
2456That thus hath cousend you at hoodman-blinde?
2457O Shame! where is thy Blush? Rebellious Hell,
2458If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
2459To flaming youth, let Vertue be as waxe,
2461When the compulsiue Ardure giues the charge,
2463As Reason panders Will.
2467As will not leaue their Tinct.
2468Ham. Nay, but to liue
2470Stew'd in Corruption; honying and making loue
2471Ouer the nasty Stye.
2473These words like Daggers enter in mine eares.
2474No more sweet Hamlet.
2475Ham. A Murderer, and a Villaine:
2476A Slaue, that is not twentieth patt the tythe
2477Of your precedent Lord. A vice of Kings,
2478A Cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule.
2480And put it in his Pocket.
2481Qu. No more.
2482 Enter Ghost.
2484Saue me; and houer o're me with your wings
2485You heauenly Guards. What would you gracious figure?
2486Qu. Alas he's mad.
2487Ham. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide,
2488That laps't in Time and Passion, lets go by
2492But looke, Amazement on thy Mother sits;
2495Speake to her Hamlet.
2496Ham. How is it with you Lady?
2497Qu. Alas, how is't with you?
2498That you bend your eye on vacancie,
2500Forth at your eyes, your spirits wildely peepe,
2501And as the sleeping Soldiours in th'Alarme,
2502Your bedded haire, like life in excrements,
2503Start vp, and stand an end. Oh gentle Sonne,
2505Sprinkle coole patience. Whereon do you looke?
2506Ham. On him, on him: look you how pale he glares,
2508Would make them capeable. Do not looke vpon me,
2511Will want true colour; teares perchance for blood.
2515Ham. Nor did you nothing heare?
2518My Father in his habite, as he liued,
2519Looke where he goes euen now out at the Portall. Exit.
2520Qu. This is the very coynage of your Braine,
2523My Pulse as yours doth temperately keepe time,
2525That I haue vttered; bring me to the Test
2526And I the matter will re-word: which madnesse
2527Would gamboll from. Mother, for loue of Grace,
2531Whil'st ranke Corruption mining all within,
2533Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come,
2535To make them ranke. Forgiue me this my Vertue,
2538Yea courb, and woe, for leaue to do him good.
2539Qu. Oh Hamlet,
2540Thou hast cleft my heart in twaine.
2542And liue the purer with the other halfe.
2543Good night, but go not to mine Vnkles bed,
2544Assume a Vertue, if you haue it not, refraine to night,
2546To the next abstinence. Once more goodnight,
2549I do repent: but heauen hath pleas'd it so,
2550To punish me with this, and this with me,
2553The death I gaue him: so againe, good night.
2554I must be cruell, onely to be kinde;
2555Thus bad begins, and worse remaines behinde.
2557Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you do:
2558Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed,
2559Pinch Wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
2560And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,
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