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Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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258 The Tragedie of Hamlet.
744Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
745My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
747With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
748And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
750Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,
752The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body;
754And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
758All my smooth Body.
759Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,
760Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;
762Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
763No reckoning made, but sent to my account
764With all my imperfections on my head;
765Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible:
766If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;
767Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
768A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.
770Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue
771Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,
773To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;
774The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere,
776Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me. Exit.
783Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
784Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
786That youth and obseruation coppied there;
787And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
788Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
789Vnmixt with baser matter; yes, yes, by Heauen:
790Oh most pernicious woman!
791Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
792My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it downe,
795So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
796It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.
797Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord.
798 Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
799Mar. Lord Hamlet.
801Mar. So be it.
802Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
803Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.
805Hor. What newes, my Lord?
806Ham. Oh wonderfull!
807Hor. Good my Lord tell it.
808Ham. No you'l reueale it.
809Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.
810Mar. Nor I, my Lord.
812But you'l be secret?
813Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord.
814Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
815But hee's an arrant knaue.
817Graue, to tell vs this.
818Ham. Why right, you are i'th' right;
823Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
824Looke you, Ile goe pray.
827Yes faith, heartily.
829Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
832For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
833O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
834As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,
835Giue me one poore request.
836Hor. What is't my Lord? we will.
838Both. My Lord, we will not.
840Hor. Infaith my Lord, not I.
841Mar. Nor I my Lord: in faith.
847penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge
851Sweare by my sword.
852Gho. Sweare.
854Come hither Gentlemen,
855And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
856Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:
857Sweare by my Sword.
858Gho. Sweare.
860A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends.
863There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,
864Then are dream't of in our Philosophy. But come,
865Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
867(As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet
870With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;
872As well, we know, or we could and if we would,
874Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,
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