35792084Ham. beleeue mee, it greeues mee much
Horatio, 35802085That to
Leartes I forgot my
selfe:
35812086For by my
selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe,
3581.12087Though there's a di
fference in each others wrong.
35882089Horatio, but you marke yon water-
flie,
3588.12090The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court.
I2 Gen.
The Tragedy of Hamlet
35952091Gent. Now God
saue thee,
sweete prince
Hamlet. 3595.12092Ham. And you
sir: foh, how the mu
ske-cod
smels!
35962093Gen. I come with an emba
ssage from his maie
sty to you
35972094Ham. I
shall
sir giue you attention:
36002095By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde.
36022096Gent. It is indeede very rawi
sh colde.
36062099The King,
sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your
side,
36162100Six Barbary hor
se, again
st six french rapiers,
36182101With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages:
36202102In good faith they are very curiou
sly wrought.
36222103Ham. The cariages
sir, I do not know what you meane.
36232104Gent. The girdles, and hangers
sir, and
such like.
36242105Ham. The worde had beene more co
sin german to the
36252106phra
se, if he could haue carried the canon by his
side,
36292107And howe's the wager? I vnder
stand you now.
36302108Gent. Mary
sir, that yong Leartes in twelue venies
36312109At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you,
2110And on your
side the King hath laide,
36332111And de
sires you to be in readine
sse.
36412112Ham. Very well, if the King dare venture his wager,
2113I dare venture my
skull: when mu
st this be?
3657.92114Gent. My Lord, pre
sently, the king, and her maie
sty,
3657.102115With the re
st of the be
st iudgement in the Court,
36382117Ham. Goe tell his maie
stie, I wil attend him.
36432118Gent. I
shall deliuer your mo
st sweet an
swer.
exit. 36442119Ham. You may
sir, none better, for y'are
spiced,
3644.12120El
se he had a bad no
se could not
smell a foole.
3644.22121Hor. He will di
sclo
se him
selfe without inquirie.
36612122Ham. Beleeue me
Horatio, my hart is on the
sodaine
2123Very
sore, all here about.
36662124Hor. My lord, forbeare the challenge then.
36682125Ham. No
Horatio, not I, if danger be now,
36692126Why then it is not to come, theres a prede
stiuate prouidence
in
Prince of Denmarke.
2127in the fall of a
sparrow: heere comes the King.
36742128 Enter King, Queene, Leartes, Lordes. 36772129King Now
sonne
Hamlet, we hane laid vpon your head,
3677.12130And make no que
stion but to haue the be
st.
37182131Ham. Your maie
stie hath laide a the weaker
side.
37152132King We doubt it not, deliuer them the foiles.
36782133Ham. Fir
st Leartes, heere's my hand and loue,
36862135If
Hamlet in his madne
sse did ami
sse,
36872136That was not
Hamlet, but his madnes did it,
2137And all the wrong I e're did to
Leartes, 36842138I here proclaime was madnes, therefore lets be at peace,
36952139And thinke I haue
shot mine arrow o're the hou
se,
36972141Lear. Sir I am
sati
sfied in nature,
36992142But in termes of honor I'le
stand aloofe,
37012144Till by
some elder mai
sters of our time
2146King Giue them the foyles.
37102147Ham. I'le be your foyle
Leartes, the
se foyles,
37252148Haue all a laught, come on
sir:
a hit. 37462151Gent. A hit, a mo
st palpable hit.
37472152Lear. Well, come againe.
They play againe. 37542154Lear. I, I grant, a tuch, a tuch.
37482155King Here
Hamlet, the king doth drinke a health to thee
37572156Queene Here
Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face.
37522158Ham. Set it by, I'le haue another bowt
fir
st,
37582160Queene Here
Hamlet, thy mother drinkes to thee.
37602162King Do not drinke
Gertred: O t'is the poy
sned cup!
I3 Ham.
The Tragedie of Hamlet
37702163Ham. Leartes come, you dally with me,
37722164I pray you pa
sse with your mo
st cunning
st play.
37742165Lear. I!
say you
so? haue at you,
37692167And yet it goes almo
st again
st my con
science.
37772169 They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded, 3777.12170Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies. 37882172Queene O the drinke, the drinke,
Hamlet, the drinke.
37912173Ham. Trea
son, ho, keepe the gates.
37852176Fooli
shly
slaine with my owne weapon:
37942177Hamlet, thou ha
st not in thee halfe an houre of life,
37972178The fatall In
strument is in thy hand.
37982179Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poy
sned
38022181Ham. The poy
sned In
strument within my hand?
38032182Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine:
38092183Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here.
The king dies. 38132185Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand,
2186And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee.
Leartes dies. 38162187Ham. And I thee, O I am dead
Horatio, fare thee well.
38262188Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman,
2189Then a Dane, here is
some poi
son left.
38292190Ham. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe,
38302191O
fie
Horatio, and if thou
should
st die,
2192What a
scandale would
st thou leaue behinde?
38352193What tongue
should tell the
story of our deaths,
2194If not from thee? O my heart
sinckes
Horatio, 38472195Mine eyes haue lo
st their
sight, my tongue his v
se:
2196Farewel
Horatio, heauen receiue my
soule.
Ham. dies. Enter
Prince of Denmarke.
38522197Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England. 2198enter Fortenbrasse with his traine. 38542199Fort. Where is this bloudy
sight?
38562200Hor. If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold,
3856.12201Then looke vpon this tragicke
spe
ctacle.
38572202Fort. O imperious death! how many Princes
38592203Ha
st thou at one draft bloudily
shot to death?
38622204Ambass. Our amba
ssie that we haue brought from
Eng- (
land, 38632205Where be the
se Princes that
should heare vs
speake?
3863.12206O mo
st mo
st vnlooked for time! vnhappy country.
38742207Hor. Content your
selues, Ile
shew to all, the ground,
38752208The
fir
st beginning of this Tragedy:
38722209Let there a
sca
ffold be rearde vp in the market place,
3872.12210And let the State of the world be there:
2211Where you
shall heare
such a
sad
story tolde,
3875.12212That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde.
38852213Fort. I haue
some rights of memory to this kingdome,
38862214Which now to claime my lei
sure doth inuite mee:
38952215Let foure of our chiefe
st Captaines
38962216Beare
Hamlet like a
souldier to his graue:
38972217For he was likely, had he liued,
39022219Take vp the bodie,
such a
sight as this
39032220Becomes the
fieldes, but here doth much ami
sse.