The Tragedy of Hamlet
21321385Ham. He poy
sons him for his e
state.
21361387Cor. The king ri
ses, lights hoe.
21371389Ham. What, frighted with fal
se
fires?
21431390Then let the
stricken deere goe weepe,
21451392For
some mu
st laugh, while
some mu
st weepe,
21581395Hor. I
Horatio, i'le take the Gho
sts word
1396For more then all the coyne in
Denmarke.
21631397 Enter Rossencraft and Gilderstone.
21681398Ross. Now my lord, how i'
st with you?
21651399Ham. And if the king like not the tragedy,
21661400Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
2166.11401Ross. We are very glad to
see your grace
so plea
sant,
1403To know of you the ground and cau
se of your di
stempera
-(ture 22011404Gil. My lord, your mother craues to
speake with you.
22031405Ham. We
shall obey, were
she ten times our mother.
2203.11406Ross. But my good Lord,
shall I intreate thus much?
22211407Ham. I pray will you play vpon this pipe?
22281411Ham. why looke, it is a thing of nothing,
1412T'is but
stopping of the
se holes,
22291413And with a little breath from your lips,
22301414It will giue mo
st delicate mu
sick.
22321415Gil. But this cannot wee do my Lord.
22261416Ham. Pray now, pray hartily, I be
seech you.
1417Ros. My lord wee cannot.
22341418Ham. Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of
(me? You