Prince of Denmarke
1725.1847The widow being oppre
ssed, the orphan wrong'd,
1725.2848The ta
ste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,
1716849And thou
sand more calamities be
sides,
1731850To grunt and
sweate vnder this weary life,
1729851When that he may his full
Quietus make,
1730852With a bare bodkin, who would this indure,
1732853But for a hope of
something after death?
854Which pu
sles the braine, and doth confound the
sence,
1735855Which makes vs rather beare tho
se euilles we haue,
1736856Than
flie to others that we know not of.
1737857I that, O this con
science makes cowardes of vs all,
1743858Lady in thy orizons, be all my
sinnes remembred.
1745859Ofel. My Lord, I haue
sought opportunitie, which now
1748860I haue, to redeliuer to your worthy handes, a
small remem
- 861brance,
such tokens which I haue receiued of you.
1762866Ham. That if you be faire and hone
st,
867Your beauty
should admit no di
scour
se to your hone
sty.
1764868Ofel. My Lord, can beauty haue better priuiledge than
1766870Ham. Yea mary may it; for Beauty may tran
sforme
1767871Hone
sty, from what
she was into a bawd:
872Then Hone
sty can tran
sforme Beauty:
1769873This was
sometimes a Paradox,
874But now the time giues it
scope.
1752876Ofel. My Lord, you know right well you did,
1753877And with them
such earne
st vowes of loue,
1754878As would haue moou'd the
stonie
st brea
st aliue,
1756880Rich giftes waxe poore, when giuers grow vnkinde.
1771882Ofel. You made me beleeue you did.
E Ham.