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Hamlet (Modern, Quarto 1)
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Madam, I hear young Hamlet coming.
11.2.1Exit Cor[ambis].
Do so, my lord.
[Offstage] Mother, mother!
Oh, are you here?
How is't with you?
I'll tell you, but first we'll make all safe.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
How now, boy?
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
[Behind the arras] Help for the Queen!
Ay, a rat! Dead, for a ducat!
11.15.1[He stabs through the arras. Corambis falls, and is discovered, slain.]
Hamlet, what hast thou done?
Not so much harm, good mother,
How! Kill a king!
Ay, a king. Nay, sit you down, and, ere you part,
Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing words?
Why, this I mean.
11.27.1[Showing her two likenesses]
See here, behold this picture.
Oh, Hamlet, speak no more!
To leave him that bare a monarch's mind
Sweet Hamlet, cease!
Nay, but still to persist and dwell in sin,
Hamlet, no more.
Why, appetite with you is in the wane;
Hamlet, thou cleaves my heart in twain.
Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
Hamlet, I once again appear to thee
How is't with you, lady?
Nay, how is't with you
Why, do you nothing hear?
Not I.
Nor do you nothing see?
No, neither.
No? Why, see the King my father, my father, in the habit
11.88.1Exit Ghost.
Alas, it is the weakness of thy brain,
Idle? No, mother, my pulse doth beat like yours.
Hamlet, I vow, by that Majesty
It is enough. Mother, good night.--
Now Gertred, what says our son? How do you 1604find him?
Alas, my lord, as raging as the sea.
Why, this his madness will undo our state.
We will, my lord.
11.121.1Exeunt Lords.
Gertred, your son shall presently to England.
My lord, we can by no means
Now, son Hamlet, where is this dead body?
At supper, not where he is eating, but
What of this?
Nothing, father, but to tell you, how a king
But son Hamlet, where is this body?
In heav'n. If you chance to miss him there,
[To a Lord] Make haste and find him out.
11.149.1[Exit a Lord.]
[To the Lord, as he exits] Nay, do you hear? Do not make too much haste.
Well, son Hamlet, we, in care of you, but specially
Oh, with all my heart. Farewell, mother.
Your loving father, Hamlet.
My mother, I say. You married my mother,
Gertred, leave me,
11.164.1[Exit Queen.]
11.171.1Exit.