The Tragedy of Hamlet
15531100For if the gods them
selues had
seene her then,
15541101When
she
saw
Pirrus with malitious
strokes,
15581103It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen,
15601105Cor Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour,
1106And hath teares in his eyes: no more good heart, no more.
15621107Ham. T'is well, t'is very well, I pray my lord,
15631108Will you
see the Players well be
stowed,
15641109I tell you they are the Chronicles
15651110And briefe ab
stra
cts of the time,
1111After your death I can tell you,
15661112You were better haue a bad Epiteeth,
1113Then their ill report while you liue.
15681114Cor. My lord, I will v
se them according to their de
serts.
15701115Ham. O farre better man, v
se euery man after his de
serts,
1117V
se them after your owne honor and dignitie,
15721118The le
sse they de
serue, the greater credit's yours.
15751119Cor. Welcome my good fellowes.
exit. 15771120Ham. Come hither mai
sters, can you not play the mur
- 15801123Ham. And could'
st not thou for a neede
study me
1125Which I would
set downe and in
sert?
15831126players Yes very ea
sily my good Lord.
15841127Ham. T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord:
1128And doe you heare
sirs? take heede you mocke him not.
1584.11129Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you,
15851130And for a time I would de
sire you leaue me.
1585.11131Gil. Our loue and duetie is at your commaund.
15901133Ham. Why what a dunghill idiote
slaue am I?
15911134Why the
se Players here draw water from eyes:
For