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Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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274 The Tragedie of Hamlet.
2825Her Brother is in secret come from France,
2826Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,
2827And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare
2828With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
2829Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,
2831In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,
2832Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
2834 Enter a Messenger.
2836King. Where are my Switzers?
2837Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?
2839The Ocean (ouer-peering of his List)
2840Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste
2841Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,
2842Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
2843And as the world were now but to begin,
2844Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,
2845The Ratifiers and props of euery word,
2847Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
2848Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
2851Noise within. Enter Laertes.
2852King. The doores are broke.
2854All. No, let's come in.
2855Laer. I pray you giue me leaue.
2856Al. We will, we will.
2857Laer. I thanke you: Keepe the doore.
2858Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.
2859Qu. Calmely good Laertes.
2860Laer. That drop of blood, that calmes
2861Proclaimes me Bastard:
2862Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
2864Of my true Mother.
2866That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like?
2867Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:
2868There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,
2869That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
2870Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,
2871Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.
2872Speake man.
2873Laer. Where's my Father?
2874King. Dead.
2875Qu. But not by him.
2877Laer. How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.
2878To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.
2880I dare Damnation: to this point I stand,
2881That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
2882Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd
2883Most throughly for my Father.
2885Laer. My Will, not all the world,
2887They shall go farre with little.
2888King. Good Laertes:
2889If you desire to know the certaintie
2890Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge,
2891That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe,
2892Winner and Looser.
2893Laer. None but his Enemies.
2894King. Will you know them then.
2895La. To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope my Armes:
2896And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician,
2897Repast them with my blood.
2899Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
2900That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,
2902It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce
2903As day do's to your eye.
2904A noise within. Let her come in.
2905 Enter Ophelia.
2908Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.
2910Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,
2912Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,
2913Should be as mortall as an old mans life?
2916After the thing it loues.
They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,
2918 Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:
2919And on his graue raines many a teare,
2920Fare you well my Doue.
2922uenge, it could not moue thus.
2924him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is
2926Laer. This nothings more then matter.
2928Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for
2929Thoughts.
2931brance fitted.
2932Ophe. There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
2933Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it
2934Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew
2937ed: They say, he made a good end;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
2940She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.
And will he not come againe,
2942And will he not come againe:
2943No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death-bed,
2944He neuer wil come againe.
2945His Beard as white as Snow,
2946All Flaxen was his Pole:
2947He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
2948Gramercy on his Soule.
2949And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.
2950God buy ye. Exeunt Ophelia
2953Or you deny me right: go but apart,
Make