1725.1847The widow being oppressed, the orphan wrong'd,

1725.2848The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,

1716849And thousand more calamities besides,

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 pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence,

1735855Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue,

1736856Than flie to others that we know not of.

1737857I that, O this conscience 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.

1760862Ham. Are you faire?

1759863Ofel. My Lord.

1758864Ham. Are you honest?

1761865Ofel. What meanes my Lord?

1762866Ham. That if you be faire and honest,

867Your beauty should admit no discourse to your honesty.

1764868Ofel. My Lord, can beauty haue better priuiledge than

1765869with honesty?

1766870Ham. Yea mary may it; for Beauty may transforme

1767871Honesty, from what she was into a bawd:

872Then Honesty can transforme Beauty:

1769873This was sometimes a Paradox,

874But now the time giues it scope.

1751875I neuer gaue you nothing.

1752876Ofel. My Lord, you know right well you did,

1753877And with them such earnest vowes of loue,

1754878As would haue moou'd the stoniest breast aliue,

1754.1879But now too true I finde,

1756880Rich giftes waxe poore, when giuers grow vnkinde.

1774881Ham. I neuer loued you.

1771882Ofel. You made me beleeue you did.

E Ham.