The Tragedy of Hamlet
947.1667This will hee
say, let mee
see what hee will
say,
668Mary this, I
saw him ye
sterday, or tother day,
950669Or then, or at
such a time, a dicing,
952670Or at Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring
953671Of a how
se of lightnes viz. brothell,
956672Thus
sir do wee that know the world, being men of reach,
958673By indire
ctions,
finde dire
ctions forth,
959674And
so
shall you my
sonne; you ha me, ha you not?
962676Cor. Wel, fare you well, commend mee to him.
678Cor. And bid him ply his mu
sicke
967679Mon. My lord I wil.
exit. 969681Cor. Farewel, how now
Ofelia, what's the news with you?
971682Ofe. O my deare father,
such a change in nature,
971.1683So great an alteration in a Prince,
978684So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee,
970686Cor. Why what's the matter my
Ofelia?
974687Of. O yong Prince
Hamlet, the only
floure of
Denmark, 974.1688Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had,
974.2689The Iewell that ador'nd his feature mo
st 974.3690Is
filcht and
stolne away, his wit's bereft him,
973691Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone,
692There comes hee to mee, with a di
stra
cted looke,
976693His garters lagging downe, his
shooes vntide,
987694And
fixt his eyes
so
stedfa
st on my face,
987.1695As if they had vow'd, this is their late
st obie
ct.
984696Small while he
stoode, but gripes me by the wri
st,
984.1697And there he holdes my pul
se till with a
sigh
993698He doth vncla
spe his holde, and parts away
993.1699Silent, as is the mid time of the night:
997700And as he went, his eie was
still on mee,
994701For thus his head ouer his
shoulder looked,
995702He
seemed to
finde the way without his eies:
For