The Tragedie of Hamlet
2573.11595That knowes our thoughts, and lookes into our hearts,
25741596I will conceale, con
sent, and doe my be
st,
2574.11597What
stratagem
soe're thou
shalt deui
se.
25841598Ham. It is enough, mother good night:
25811599Come
sir, I'le prouide for you a graue,
25821600Who was in life a fooli
sh prating knaue.
25851601 Exit Hamlet with the dead body.
25921603King Now Gertred, what
sayes our
sonne, how doe you
25931605Queene Alas my lord, as raging as the
sea:
2593.11606Whenas he came, I
fir
st be
spake him faire,
2593.21607But then he throwes and to
sses me about,
23921608As one forgetting that I was his mother:
2392.11609At la
st I call'd for help: and as I cried,
Corambis 25961610Call'd, which Hamlet no
sooner heard, but whips me
1611Out his rapier, and cries, a Rat, a Rat, and in his rage
26001613King Why this his madne
sse will vndoe our
state.
26241614Lordes goe to him, inquire the body out.
2624.21616King Gertred, your
sonne
shall pre
sently to England,
26171617His
shipping is already furni
shed,
2617.11618And we haue
sent by
Rossencraft and
Gilderstone, 2617.21619Our letters to our deare brother of England,
18281621Happly the aire and climate of the Country
1828.11622May plea
se him better than his natiue home:
26741625Gil. My lord, we can by no meanes
1626Know of him where the body is.
26821627King Now
sonne Hamlet, where is this dead body?
26831628Ham. At
supper, not where he is eating, but
Where