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OW rSEVM The Tragedie of

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‘Prince of Denmarke.. Bar, Hee. ~ Fran. Youcome moft carefully vpo: jyolvhoare.”

Ba, Tisnowftrooke twelfe, get theeto bed Fv.

Fran. For thisreliefe much thanks, tis bitter colds

And Lam fick avhart. : ’

Bay, Hatie you had quiet guard? Fran, Nocamoufettrrin

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Prince of Denmarke.

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a| The Tragedie of Hamlet z ; F] 3 f : Ichargethee fpeake. Exit Chop, Mar, Holla, Bamardo, .—

eake, i Bar. Say, wharis Horatio there? ee St ee anfwere.

| Ehra, A peeceofhim. 4, Mar. How now Hirratio, youtrembleand looke pale, i Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Dtarcellys; Bee this fomthing morethen phantafie? | Fora, What, ha’s this thing appeard againeto night # ok faa hinke you-ont ? 3 f Bar. Thauefeene rothing, - What 8 fori 2 my God I mightnot this belieue, Mar. Hovatiofaies tis but our fantafie, aha z he fencibleand trueauouc!

i And will not let beliefe take holdeofhim, Without ee Touching this dreaded fightewice feenc of ys, : OE teacline Pee

Therefore I haueintreated him along, With vs to watch the minuts of this night, Hors. Asthouartto thy felfe.

Burin the groffe and {cope of mine opinion,

And let vs heate Binnardspeake of chis:

vs to watch ‘Armorhe had on ) — Fhatifagaine this apparifion come, \ late he heat Norway combated, i He may approoue oureyes and fpeake roit. So frownd he once, whenin an angry patle | ue Oe tufh; Sal notappeare, 4 He fmotthe fleaded pollax on theice. p ay. Sit downea while, es é x sary And let vs once aga e allaile your eares? E Tis frase: picebefore,andiumpat this dead houre, | : ae ai C fortified: Sainft our ftory, z With martial ftaoke hath he annals oak ee w nor, ge hat we have two nights feene, 3 icular thought, to worke Teno) 2 | ‘Hira, Well, ficwe Jai, : ; Hora. Inwhat perticula ighr,

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The rae ee ae i pe ee ee at tell mehe thatknowess <

When yond fame {tarre thats weaftward from the pole, = Why this fame ftrikt and moft obferuant wat

Worries ae Sonightly voles thefubie€t of the Jand, i

ra P ‘And with {uch dayly coftofbrazon Canton 7 The beli th in beating one. 4 ‘And forraine marte, for implements of warre,

: pes : Why fuchimpreffe of fhip-writes, whofe fore taske, Mar, Peace, breake thee of, lookewhereit comes againe, Does not deuidethe Suinday from theweeke, es Bar. Inthe fame figure like the Kine thats dead. aa ee Trrhcriich: be iowerd dae ghiiveanyialt

tar. Thou arta {choller, fpeaketo it Frdlio | EEE : eauaure see nice oh

Bsr. Lookesanot like the King ¢ matkeit Horatio, Basar Who ift that can informe mee? Ebra. Mott hike, it horrowes me with feare and wonder. { ee : -

Fe Soaksipcaee oe : ‘Atleaftthewhifper goesfo;ourlaitKing, _ eee

Brana tenia i Whofeimage euen but now appear'd tovsy. _ aaa Hbra. What art thou that vlurpft ee i Together with that faireand pe ae ae ine Dil teens Nselieofburied Denmaske spAS TS %} | fometimes mare! he: ethee nie _—-Pigtomsine much byhewenkeugetbetpae

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Wasasyou knowe by FortinbrafJe of Norway, Aabee “‘Thereto prickt on by amoft emulate pe Y Dard tothecombat;inwhich our valiant Hamlet, (For fo this fide of our knowne world efteemd him)

es | : Did flay this Forsinbraffe, who by afeald compact ~ \ 2 Wellranfied by Taped ng ey : iets

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The Tragedie of Hamlet Did forfaie (with his life) all thee his lands Which he ftood feaz’d of, to the conquerour, Againftthewhicha moitie competent Was gaged by our King, which had returne Totheinheritance of Fortinbrafe, Had hebin vanquifher ;as by the fame comart, And carriage of the article deffeigne, His fellto Hamlets now Sir, young Fortinbraffe Ofvnimprooued mettle, hor and full, *Hathin the skirts of Norway heere and there Sharke vp a hft of laweleffe refolures For foals diet to fome enterprife Thathatha ftomacke in’t, which is'no other Asit doth well appeare vnto our ftate But to recouer of vs by Mtrong hand And tearmes compulfatory, thofe foreCaid lands : So by his father loft; and this I takeit, Isthe maine motiue ofour Preparations Thefource of this our watch, and the chiefehead Ofthis poft hat and Romeage inthe land, Ba. Ithinkeit beno other, bur enfo 5 ell may itfore that this portentous fi igure Comes armed through our watch fo hike the King That was andis the queftion of thefe warres, Hira. Amothitisto trouble the mindes eye: Tnthe moft high and palmy flare ofRome, Allittleerethe mightieft iubusfell z The graves ilood tennatleffe, and the fheeted dead Did {queakeand gibberin the Roman frees ~ Asftacres with traines of fi er, and dewes ofblood ~ Dilafters in the fannes and themoift Rare, Vponwhofeinfluence Neptunes Empier ftands, Was fickealmoftto doomefday with ecliple, And euen the hike precurfeoffeare events Asharbindgers preceadi ig ftill the fates And prologueto the Omencotaming on laue heauen and earth together demonftrated Vato our Climatures and countrymen,

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Prince of Denmarke. old, loe where it comes againe

epideee itblaft mee : ftay illufion, a lee

a ‘chow haftany found or vie of vo ey bed is

‘Speake to me, if there be any good thing to be done

That may to thee doceafe, and graceto mes

tome, : ion art priuie to thy countries fare -

Which happily foreknowing may auoy: ee *

Ontos haft vphoorded in thy life ‘ Extorted treafure in the wombe of earth ie

For which they fay yourfpitits oft ee jeath. Speake ofir, {tay and {peake, ftop it Marcellus,

‘Mar. Shall I trike it with my partizan? Hr. Doeificwill not ftand. Bar, Tis heere; Hr, Tisheere. : = May, Tis gone: 7

Wedoe it ee 2, being fo Maiefticall To offer itthe fhowe of violence, Foritisas theayre, invulnerable, eile < ; | And ‘our vaine blows inalicious mock pes sage i

Bar, Ttwas aboutto fpeake when the cock crewes by, And thenit {tarted likea guilty thing, ino.

Vpona fearefull fummons $I haue heard, 2 ieee : The Cock that is the rrumpettothe. morne, : |

Doth with his lofty and fhrill founding throat Awake the God of day, and at his warniby ~ Whether in fea or fire, in earth or ayre = ‘Thextrauagant and erring fpirit hies To his confine, and of the truth herein This prefent obietmade probation. :

May. Tefaded onthe crowing of the Cock? Some fay that ever gainft that feafon comes :

~ Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated 3 2 This bird of dawning fingeth all night long; sia And then they fay no fpirit dare flurreabraode. pant ‘Thenights are wholfome, then no plannets ftrike;

, No fairy takes, nor witch as Mine to charme: * Z

“ Thecacke Crowes, i

The Tragedie of Hamlet So hallowed, and fo gratious is thar time.

Hora. So haue T heard. and doein partbelicueit, But looke the morne in ruffecmantle clad Walkes ore the deweofyon high Eaftward hill Breake we our watch vp and by myaduife Let vs impart what we hauefeene to night Vito young Hanlet,for vppon my life This {pirit dumb to vs, will {peake to him: Doe youconfent we fhall acquaint him with ir Asnecdfullin our louss, fitting ourduty,

ar. Lets doo’t I pray, and I this morning knowe Where we fhall find him moft connenient. Exennt,

Eloyil. Enter Claudius, King of Denmarke,Gerwadthe Queene, Coun{aile : as Polonsus, and his Somme Laertes, Hamlet, Cum Alys,

Claud. Though yer of Hamlet our dearebrothers death Thememoriebe gteene,andthatitvsbefiued) To beareout harts in Stiefe,and our whole Kingdome, To becontraéted in one browe ofwoe 7 Yee fo farre hath difcretion fought withnature, That we with wile forrowe thinke on him Together with remembrance of our felu; Therefore our fometime Sifter, now our Queene ‘Thimperiall ioyntreffe to this warhke ftace Haue we as twere witha defeated ioy Withan au(pitious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in fuverall, and with dirdocin marriage, Inequall fcale waighinz delig Piwsbars Taken to wife: nor hauewe Deere’ iglok ‘Your better wifdomes, which haue freely. ygone:. ~ With this affaire along (for allourthankes) )...'.:, Now followes thar youknowe young: Fortinbrafes Holding a weake fuppofallofourworth: ‘Or thinking by cur late dearebrothers death Our ftateto bed ifioynt,and our off Coleagued with this dreame Achathnotfaild:

Prince of Denmarke. ting thefurrender of thofelands

| fe his father, with all bands of lawe i

To our moft valiantbrother, fo much for him :

Now for our felfe, and for this time of meetings Thus much thebufines is, we haueheere writ

‘To Norway Vacleofyoung Fortenbraffe Whoimporentand bedred {earcely heares Of this his Nephewes purpofes to uppreffe His further gate heerein; in that the leuies, The hifts,and full proportions areall made Out ot his fubieét, and we heere difpatch You good Cornelius, and youValtemand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norwieys Guuiag to you no further perfonall power To bufines withthe King, more then the {cope Ofthefe delated articles allowe : ' Farwell, and let your-haftcommend’your dutie. a

Cor, Yo. Inthat, andall things will we fhowe out dutie: King. We doubr it nothing; jhartely farwell.

And now Laertes whats the newes with you? Youtold vs of fome fure,whar ift Laertes 2 You cannot fpeake of reafon to the Dane ei a And lofe your voyceywhat wold'ft thou bese Laeries, @ That fhail notbemy offer;not thy asking, The head is not more native to the hart ‘The hand more inftrumentall to the mouth Then is the throne of Denmarketo thy fathers, What would’ft thon have Laartes 2

Lae, My dread Lord, : Yourleaue and fauour to returne to Faunce; Songs From whence, though willingly came to Denmarke; To fhowe my dutiein your Coronation 5 Yet now I muft confefle, that duty done~ My thoughts and wifhes bend againe toward Fraunce’ And bowe them to your gracious leaneand pardon, ‘

King, Haue you your fathers leaue, what{aies Polonins # Polo. Hath my Lord wroung from memy flowe leaue labourfome petition, and at laft BaiteET SS

— Mponhiswill fealdmyhard confent, =

The Tragedie of Hamlet Tdoe befeech you gine him leaueto goe, t

King. Take thy faire houre Laértes, time be thine eo : And thy beft graces {pend itatthy.will : i But now my Cofin Haulet, and my fone. ae

Ham. A little more then kin, and leflethen kind, King. Howisietharthe clowdes fill hang on you. Hon. Notfomuch my Lord, Lam toomuchin the fonne, Queene. Good Halee calt chy nighted colour off

And let thine eye lcokelikeaftiendon Denmarke, Doenot for ever with thy yailed lids Seeke for thy noble Father in the duft, Thou know fttis common all that liues mut die, Pafsing through nature to cternitie,

Ho», 1Maddam, itis common, Pa ae Quce Hitbe a AS

VVhy {eemes itfo perticuler with thee: : Ham: Seemes Maddam, nay itis, [know not {eemes, | Tisnot alone my incky cloake coold mother, i Nor cuftomary {uites of folembe blacke.,..

Nor windie fufpiration of: forft breath No, nor the fruiefull riuer inthe eye, Nor the deie€ted hauior ofthe.vilage:. . 1s Together with allformes, moades; chapes. of, gtiefe., ; That candeuoteme truely, thele indeede feemey -.- For they are aétions that a man might play, But I haue that within which pafles fhowe., Thefe but the trappin ss and the fuites of woe. 5 5.

King. Tis fweeteand commendablein yournatuteHanlet, To giuethefe mourning duties to yourfather 1: z Buryoumuttknowe your father lofta father, i That father loft, loft feet the furniuer bound, In filliall obligation for fometearme 3 To doe obfequious forrowe, butto perfeuer, In obftinate co: ement, is a courle 5 Of impious ftubbornes, tis vamanly griefe, Ir thowes a will moft incorre€to heauen 5 é Abharevnfortified, ormindeimpatient a Anvonderftanding fimple and vafchoold. ; Forwhat weknowe multbe, andisascommon

- Sits {miling to my hart, in grace whereof,

_ Bur the greatCannon tothecloudes fhall tell...

+ How wary, ftale, flat, and vnprofirable

+e ea to feede, things ranckeand grofein nature;

Prince of Denmarkes the moft vulgarthing tofence, H |

iy thould wein our peuith sppatieos i

Takeit to hart, fie, tis a faulttoheauen,

A fault againft the dead, afault to AEN

‘To reafon moft abfurd , whofe common # seams

Jsdeath of fathers, and who flill hath erye

From the firft courfe, till he thatdiedto ee

This muftbe fo : we pray you throw to eart!

This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs

As ofa father, for let the world take nore

Youare the ao gia ate to: ou throne,

dwith no leffenobilitieofloue 3

Shen that which deareft father beares his fone,

Doe | impart toward you for your intent

Jn going back te fchoolein Witrenbergs

Jrismoltretrogardtoourdefire, ‘And we befeech you bend youto remaine

Heereinthecheare and conto ats iefeft courtier, cofin, and our fo)

a not thy mother loofe her prayers Hamlet,

Ipray thee ftay with vs, format 10 aera |

Ham, 1 fhallinall my-beft ebay you Madam. King, Why tisalouing and a faire reply,

Beas our (elfein Denmarke, Madam come,

This gentle and vnfore’d accord of Hamlet

Noiocond health that Denmarkedrinkestoday,

And the Kings rowfe che heauen fhall brute againe,

Refpeaking earthly thunders comeaway. |. Florifh. Ham. O that this too too fallied flefh would melts,

Thaw and refolue it felfe into adewe, Orthat the euerlafting had nor fixe i His cannon gainft fealeflaughter, 6 God, God, ;

Seeme to me all the vfes of this world? Fie on’r, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden j

Poffetleizmeerely shatardouldcoven thus

The Tragedie of Hamlet But two months dead, nay not fo much, nottwo, So excellent King, that wasto this Hiperion toa fatire, fo louing tomy mother, That he might norbeteeme the winds ofheauen Viifite her face too roughly, heauenand earth Moftl remember,why fhe fhould hang on him Asifincreafe of appetite had growne By wharit fed on, and yet within amonth, Letme notthinke on’ 5frailtythy name is woman A little month or ere thofe fhooes were old With which fhe followed my poore fathers bodie Like Niobe all teares, why fhe O God, abeaft that wants difcourfe ofreafon Would hauemourn’d longer, married with my Vncele; My fathers brother, bue no more like my father Then to Hercules, within a month, Ere yet the faltofmoft vnrighteous teares, Had leftthe flathing inher gauled eyes She married, 6 moft wicked fpeedesto poft Withfuch dexteritie ro inceftions fheets, Itis.20t, nor it cannot come to good, But breake my have, for I mult hold my tongue.

Enter Horatia, Dtavcellus, and Bernayde, Hora. Haileto yourLordihipy® Se Ham, Tam ae Era, The fame my Lord, andy Our poore feruant ener Him, Sir my good fiend, Tlechangethatname with you, And what make you from Wittenbere Horatio 2° : Marcellus, 95 o55 s

& Dhar; My goodLord, +1 Him. Tam very glad to ee you, ( goodeuen fir): Bur whatin faith make you from Witten! erg Hrs. A truant dilpofition 260d my Lord,’ Ham, I would nothéatéyour én f Nor fhall you doe my earéthat violenée ~ Tomakeittrufter of your owne repor Againft your felfe, [knowe youare no'truane;’ |’ ¢ ut whatisyouraffairein Elfinome? 9 Weeleteach you for todtinke ere you depare Rronnais

ny to feeyou well $ Horatio, ot 1do forger ny felfe.

Prince bf Denimarhy. << {ee your fathers funeral.

ae bends tesa ae ne fellowe ftudient,

panei thers wedding.

: ms - ees Lord it foleues Tard hiiaeaee bra, { i :

E rifts Horatio, the fune

ae ono fot the marria getables,

Would I had met my det foein heauen

d feene that day Horatio,

Mn ne thinkes I fee my father.

Se eos ee: Ss Tienes a me a goodly Wings f

a im for allin.all ; Ham. Awas amantake him oral

on his hikeagaine. :

, fal rere tee J fawhim yefternight.

faw, who? ¢

toe My LordheKin eyenn father: King my father ¢? <

tae ee eet 2 cuaren fora while

With an attent eare till I may deliver

‘Vppon the witnes of thefe gentlemen

‘This maruiletoyou. a

: Gods love let me heare?

So Tes iene rogether had thefe: gentlemen

Marcellus,and Barnardo,on theirwatch

Yn the dead waft and middle of the night ee

- Beene thusincountred, a figurelikeyour father

t, exactly Capapea . 5

ae lor them, and with{olemnemarch, Goes flowe and ony by thems thrice he walkt

e ‘By thei eftandfeatefusprifedeyes bees Pe conchabis Teoettwhit they difti’d

Almoft ro gelly, withthe a&toffeare Stand'dumbeand {peake not to him} thistome:

‘fe ~Indreadfull {ecrefie impart they did, And I with them the third night kept :thewatch, 5 Whereas they bad delinered borhintime bane ts

_ Forme of the thing, each word madetrue and good, ‘The A pparifion comes hase father, 4

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The Tragedie of Hamlet Thefe hands are not more like:

Ham. But where was this? 3 tar. My Lord vppon the platforme where we watcl Han, Did younotfpeaketo it2 Hora, My Lord I did,

Buranfivere made it none, yet once me thought Ie lifted vp it head, and did addreffe Iefelfe to motion like as it would {peake : Buteuen then the morning Cockcrewe loude, And atthefound it fhrunk in hat away And vanifhe from our fight.

Ham. Tis very frange. Hora, As I doe line my honor'd Lord tis true

And we did thinke it writ downeinour dutie To letyou kaowestse pitti week Loa} Ham. Indeede Sirs but this troubles m Hold youthewatchto night? iso = ell. We doe my Lord, Han, Armd fay you 2 e4ll. “Arm’d my Lord, Han, Fromtoptotoe? 3 oll, My Lord fromhead to foote: toe: oben eres not hisface.

‘@ Oyesmy Lord she wore his be: : ie ine look’t he frowningly ¢ ia i ‘4, A countenance more inforr i Han, Pale,orred¢ ee sae Hirt, Nayverypale. Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon’ Hara. Mokt conftantly. 99:5: ae q mold 4 ee beenethere,

‘it would-haue mucha maz’d 16 Ham. Very like, ftayd it long ¢ Tata While onewithmoderate haftmighetell ahundseth, ; Longer, longer. i Hrs, Notwhenliawt, i Fim Hisbeard was griGld,no; 9158

4, Iewasas Thue feencitin hi le fluerd, pono

Prince of Denmarke. Ham. Iwill watch to nigh:

Perchauncetwill valk againe,

4, L warn’ it will, =

ee 1 it aflume my noble fathers perfon,

Tle fpeake toit though hellit felfe fhould gape

And bid me hold my peaces E Bayon all Jfyou haue hetherto conceald this fy ight

Levit be tenablein your filence Mill;

And what fomeuer els fhall hapto night, Giueitan vnderftanding butno tongue, will requite your loues, fo farre you well:

Vppon the platforme twixt a leauen and rwelfe Tle vifite you.

All. Our dutie to your honor. Excutt. Ham. Your loues, as mine 2 ae blag

fathers {pirit (in armes) allig not well, ; Tee fori a play, would thenight werecome, Tillthen fit {till my foule, fonde deedes will rife Thoughall the earth ore-whelme them to mens eyes,

Enter Laertes, and Opheliabis Sifter.

Iaey,. My neceffaries areinbarckr, farwell, And fifter, as thewinds giue benefit And conuay, in afsiftant doe not fleepe- Butlet me heere from you.

Opbe. Doeyou doubr that ? . Laer. For Hamlet,and thetrifling of his fauour,

Holditafafhion, and atoyinblood. A Violetin the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, fweete, nor lafting, ‘The perfume and fuppliance ofa minute Nomore.

Ophe. No more but fo, Laer, Thinke it nomore.’

For nature creffant does nor growe alone - Inthewes and bulkes, butas this temple waxes

_ Theinward feruice of the minde and foule Groweswide withall, perhapes he Joues you now

. And now no foylenor cautell doth befmirch The vertuc of his will, asso pal feare,

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The Tragedie of Hamlet His greatnes wayd, his willis not his owne, He may not as vamalewed perfons doe, Carue for himfelfe, for on his choife depends The fafty and health of this whole ftate, And therefore mutt his choife be circumfcribd Vato the voyce and yeelding ofthat body Whereofheis the head, then if he faies he loues you, Ic fits your wifdome fo farre to belieuext As hein his particuler a@ and place May giue his faying deede, which is no farther ‘Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall. Then way what loffe your honor may faftaine Tf with too credenteare youlift his fongs Orloofe your hart, or Your chaft treafare o pen Tohis vnmaftred importunity, Feare it Opbelis, feareit my deare fifter, And keepe you inthe reare off youraffeGion Out of the fhot and danger of defire, © “ The charieft maide is prodigal! inough- Ifthe vnmaske her butieto the Moone = « Vertueit{elfe {capes not calumnious frokes ® The canker gaules the infants of the {pring Too oft before their buttons be difelofd, And in the morne and liquid deweof youth! =: Contagious blaftments are moftiminent, ; Bewary then, beft {afery lies infeare, Youth toi felfe rebels, though non els neare, Opbe, I fhall the effeet of this good leffon keepe As watchman to my hatt, but good my brother Doe not asfome vngracious paftors doe, Showeme the {tep and thorny way to heauen ‘Whiles a puft, and reckles hbertine ; Himlelfe the primrofe path of daliencetreads. And reakesnot his owne feed,

Laer. O feare me riot, I ftay too long, but heere myfathercomes — A doubleble(sing, is a double grace,’ ‘Occafion {miles vpon alecond leau

Pol, Yetheere Lane 7abord,abord wa ae

“© Enter Polonia.

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Prince of Denmarke. ind fitsin the fhoulderofyour faile,

Heal flayed for, hei blefsing with thet. «we precepts in thy memory

Ae Ae giuethy thou ghts no tongue,

Nor any vnproportion’d thought his aét,

Bethou familier, burbynomeanes vulgar, i

"Thofe friends thou haft, and their a doption He >

Grapple them vato thy foule with hoopes of fteeles

But doe not dull chy palme'with entertainment

Ofeach new hatcht ynfledgd courage, beware

Ofentrancetoa quarrell, butbeing in, *

Bear't that th’oppofed may beware of thee; Giue euery man thy eare, but fewe thy ueuee) :

Take each mans cenfure, buc-referne thy iudgement,

Coftly thy habite as thy purfe can by, Butnor expreftin fancy stich not gaudy,

Fortheapparrell oft proclaimestheman ds And they in Fraunce of the beft ranck and flation; - Orofamoft feleétand generous, chiefe in that: Neither aborrowernoralenderboy, For Joue oft loofes both it {elfe, and friend, And borrowing dullethedge of hufbandty 5: This aboue all, to thineownefelfe be true. And it muft followe as thenight the day Thoucanft not then befalfe to any mans Farwell, my blefsing feafon this in thee, 2 an

Laer, Mofthumbly doe] takemyleauemy Lord. Pol, Thetimeinuefts you goe, your feruants tend,. Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well

What I haue fayd to you. - 5 Opbe. Tisinmy memory lockt :

And you your felfe fhall keepe the key of it, Laer, Farwell, - rf i oa Taertes. : Pol, Whavitt Opbelsthe hath faydto you? : Ophe. So ee pe ada Pol, Marry well bethought

““Tistolde me he hath very oftoflare. Ginen priuate time to you, and you your felfe- ous Haucof: your andiencebecnemoftfteeand bountious,

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The Tragedie of Hamlet Prince of. 2 ower ies Tfitbefo, as fo tis pur onme, bi : Haueyoufo flaunder any momentlea And that in way of caution, I muftrell you, Asto gine words or. talke withthe Losier You doe not vaderftand your felfe fo cleerely Looke too’t charge you, come you ee Asitbehooues my daughter, and your honor, phe. Ifhall obey my Lord. Whatis betweene you giue me vp the truth, io and Mayeellvs, Opbe. He hath my Lord of late madéniany tenders Enter Bianlet, Hiratio an olde Ofhis affe@tion to me, Hon, Theayrebites fhroudly,itis Lee : Pol. Affeétionspuh, you {peakelikea greene girle Hora. Icis nipping, and = SARS AE Voififted in fach perilous cireumftance, Ham, What houre now aa Doeyou Peet his tenders as youcallthem SF Hira, Gee pats olsmerts Opbe. Idoe not knowemy Lord what I fhould thinke: : Mar. No, itis ftrooke. 4 feafon,

I! PAL Marry I will ecacheoe, thinke your felfea babie Hora, Indeedes 1 heard itnor, it then Sees aeyen ae Hi That you hauetane thefe tenders for trae pay Wherein the fpirit Jeli wou se wi Jind 2, peecs gorsof {i Which are not fterling; tender your felfe more deatel % Whatdoes this meane my Lords: ers aes rant bet Y : y ine doth wake to night and takes his rowle. | Or (not to crack thewinde of the poore phrafe ._ Ban, The King doth wake to nig {phn reciest | Wrongitthus) you'l tender meafoole. . Keepes waffell and thefwaggring wee "d ae || Opbe. My Lord he hath importun’d me with loue Andas he draines his drafts of Rennifh dow. =

| In honorable fafltion, The kettle drumme, and trumpet, thus bray ow Pol. I, fathion youmiay call it, s6'to, 96 to, iso 2 Thetriumph of ie tees

ra phe. ey hath given countenanceto his fpeech’ ™ 6 ge as mathe = ‘My Lord, with almoft all the holy vowes of heatien. i sm. Ima Rad ‘ Pol, 1, fprings to catch wood-cockes, Tdocknowe’ »/ — Buttomy inde, though Lam natiueheere And so the mands BEG aU EE -

Lends therongevowestheteblazes dager SES Saad eo Giuing more light then heate, extinetimboth : ost Makes vstraduft, and taxed of other nations, Euenin their promife, as itis amaking : a, They clip vs drunkards, and with Swinifh phrafe Youmuft not takefor fire, from this ua aahors He WR So ie can addition, and indeedeit takes i Befomething {canter of your maiden pre fence : Froth ouratchienements, though perform’d at height _ Hi Setyourintreatments ata hi oe DRIES tie: Thepith and marrow of our attribute, cree: Ai = Then acommaund to parle; x Lord Hilt ce 'So oftit chaunces in particuler men, THgED ES Belieuefomuchin him that heis young, : That for fome vicious mole ofnaturein them And with alarger tider shay ie walke sie Asin their birth wherein they are not guilty, ‘Then may be giuen youtin fewe Opheligs (Since nature cannot choofe hisorigin) Doenorbelicue lus vowessfor they are broker By their ore-grow’th of fome complextion Notofi thavdie which theirinueftments fhowe Oft breaking downe the pales and forts of reafon, Butmeereimploratotors ofvnholy fuites | Orby fome habit, that too much ore-leauens : Breathin glikefanétified and piotis bonds Y Theformeofplanfiuemanners,tharthefemen The better tobe ide :thisis forall,’ - Carrying I fay theftamp of one A would notin plaine tearmes from this time foorth’ acer D.

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The Tragedie of Hamlet Being Natures livery, or Fortunes ftarre, His vertues els be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may vndergoe, Shall in the generall cenfure take corruption From that particuler fault : the dram of eale Dothall the noble fub{tance of a doubt To his owne {eandle.

Enter Choft. Hora, Looke my Lord it comes. Ham, Angels and Minifters of grace defend vs ?

Be thou a fpirit of health, or goblin damn’d, Bring with thee ayres from heauen, or blafts from hell, Bethy intentswicked, orcharitable, Thou com’ftin fuch a queftionablefhape, ‘That Iwill fpeake to thee, Ile call thee Hamlet, King, father, sepa Dane, é anfwere mee, Let me notburftin ignorance, but tell Why thy canoniz’d bones hearfedin death Haueburft their cerements¢ why the Sepulcher, Wherein we faw thee quietly interr’d E Hath op’this ponderous and marble iawes, Tocaft thee vp againe? whatmay this meane That thou dead corfe, a gaine in compleat fteele Reuifites thus the slimtes of the Moone, Making night hideous, and wefooles of nature So horridly to fhake our difpofition - With thoughts beyond the reaches of our foules, Say why isthis, wherefore, what fhould we doe#

Hora. Itbeckins you to goe away withit As ifit fome impartment did defire To youalone. 4 ar. Looke with what curteous a€tion _

Itwanes you to amore remooued ground, But doe not goe withir, if

Enrt. No, by nomeanes, Ham, It willnot{peake, then I will followe ie, Hora. Doe not ay Lord. tie -Ham. Why what fhould be the feare, z

Adoenorfetmy bfeatapinnesfee,

Beckias.

Prince of Denmarke. foule, what canit docto that

Se aimecall ee oe

an of ine,Ilefolloweit.

ag ieee toward the flood my Lord,

Ortothedreadfull as site ee ore his bafeinto the fea,

Pe ncietoene niet honablefore fas

Which might depriueyour foueraigntic ot real lon,

And draw you intomadnes, thinke ofit,

The very place puts toyes of defperation

Without more motiue, into every braine

That lookes{o many fadoms to thefea

And heares itrorebeneath.

Ham. Jewaues me its : ag

le followethee.

hrs You fhall not goemy Lord.

Ham. Hold of your hands.

Hora, Be rul’d, you fhall not goe. . My fate cries out :

Recakereach petty arturein this body

Ashardy asthe Nemeon Lyons nerue 5

Stillam I cald, vahand ie Se ae

emake a ghoftofhim e; :

foe ae oniiefollowe thee. Exit Ghoft and Hamlet

Hora. He waxes defperatewithimagion.

May, Letsfollowe, tis not fit thus to obey him.

Hora. Haue after, to whatiflue will this come? :

Mar. Something is rotten in the ftate of Denmark.

Fra, Heauen will directit, -

Mar, Nay lets follow hina,

Enter Ghoft, and Hamlet, 7

Hon, Whetherwiltthouleademe, fpeakeslle goeno fisrthers Ghofl. Maatkeme, ieee Ham, Ywill.

“ Ghof, My houreis almoftcome si When Ito fulphrus and tormenting lames Moft render vp my felfe. :

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The Tragedie of Hamlet Ghoft, Pitty me not, but lend thy ferious hearing

To what I fhall ynfold. Ham. Speake, 1am bound to heare. Ghof. So art thou to reuenge, when thon fhalt heare. Ham, What? Ghoft, Lamthy fathers fpirit,

Doomd fora certaine tearme to walke thenight, And for the day confind to faftin fires, Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of nature Are burntand purg’d away: bur that] am forbid < Torell thefecrees of my ption honfe, Icould atale vnfolde whofelighteft word Would harrow vp thy foule, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like tars ftart from their {pheres, Thy knotted and combined locks'to part; And each particuler haireto ftand an end, Like quils vpon the fearefull Porpentine,- But thiseternall blazon muft notbe To cares of flefh and blood, lift, lift, 6.10 + Ifthou did't euer thy deare father loue,

Ham, OGod. Goff. Reuenge his foule, and moftynnaturalf arurther: Ham, Murther. Cho, Murther moft foule, as in the beftiris,

Butthis moftfoule, flrangeand vanaturall, Han, Halt metoknow*, thar Twith wings as {wife

As meditation, ot the choughts of loue May fweepe to my retienge. :

Ghoft, 1 find thee apr, ae And duller fhouldft thou bethen the fat weede. That rootes it felfe in eale on Lethe wharffe, Would’ thou not fturre in this 3now Hamler heare, Tis given out,tharfleepinginmyOrchard, é A Serpent {tung me; {o the whole eareof Dentriatke - Is by a forged proceffe of my death sy vane

_ Ranckely abulde: burknowethounobleYouth, . TheSerpentthaedid fling thyfatherslife Now weares his Crowne. aes

«Bam Ony prophetickefoulet my Vnele *

Prince of Denmarke,

. [thatinceftuous, thatadulterate beait,

Gi uitent of his wits, with trayterous gifts,

Owicked wit, and giftes that hauethe power

So to feduces wonneto his fhamefullluft -

The will of my moft{eeming vertuous Queenes

O Hanla,what falling offwasthere

From mie whofe louewas of that dignitie

‘That itwent hand in hand, even with the vowe

Jmadeto her in marriage, and to decline

‘Vppona wretch whole natural gifts were poore,

- Tothole of mines but vertue asit neuer willbemooued,

Though lewdneflecourtitin a fhape of heauen

Sabu toust toaradiant Angle linckt,

Will forcit felfe ina celeftiall bed

And pray on garbage.

~ Butfofe, me thinkes I fentthe morning ayres

Briefelermebe 5 fleeping within my Orchard,

Mycuftomealwayes of the afternoone,

‘Vpon my fecure houre, thy Viele ftole Withiuyceofcurfed Hebonaina viall,

Andin ue porches of my eares did poure The oe diftilment, whofe effect

* Holdsfuch an enmitie with blood of man,

That fwift as quickfiluer it courfes through The natural] gates and allies of the body,

_ And witha fodaine vigour it doth poffefle And curdelike eager droppings into milke, Thethin and hone Ehkodsfo did it mine, Anda moftinftant tetter barckt about ne: MoftLazerlike with vileand lothfome cruft All my fmoothbody. ‘Thus was I fleeping by a brothers hand; Offlife, of Conne el ue at once difpatcht, Cut off euen in the bloflomes of my finne, Vohuzled, ailsppernte: vnanueld, _ No reckning made, but fent tomy account _

__ Withall my imperfeétions on my head, Ohorrible, éhorrible,moft horrible, Tfthou haft nature in thee beare seahe ke ei

i fj The Tragedie of Hamlet Hi Letnotthe royallbed of Denmarkebe

A couch for luxury and damned inceft. But howfomeuer thou purfues this a&, Tain’t not thy minde, nor let thy foule contriue Againftthy mother ought, leaue her to heauen, And to thofethornes thar in her bofome lodge To prick and ting her, fare thee well atonce, The Gloworme fhewes the matine to beneere And gins to palehis vneffetuall fire, Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me.

Ham. Oall yowhoft of heauen, 6 earth, what els, And fhall Icoupple hell, 6 fie, hold, hold my hare, And youmy finnowes, growe norinftantold, But beare me fwiftly vp; remember thee, Ithou poore Ghoft whiles memory holds afeate Inthis diftra&ted globe, remember thee,’ Yea, from the tableof my memory : Tle wipe away all triuiall fond records, All fawes of bookes, all formes, all preffures paft That youth and obferuation coppied there, And thy commandementall alone fhall liue, ‘Within the booke and volume of my braine Vamixt with bafer matter, yes by heauen; O moft pernicious woman. *Ovillaine, villaine, filing damned villaine; My tables, meetitis I ferit downe That one may fmile, and {mile, and be avillaine, Ar leaft lam fure it may be fo in Denmarke. So Vncle, there you are, nowte my word, Iris adew ,adew, remember me. Thaue fworn't,

Enter Horatio, and Marcellas. Hors, My Lord, my Lord, Mar. Lord Hamlet. ‘Hora. Heauens fecure him, Ham. Sobeit. Mar. Leesa ord

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Prince of Denmarke.

, Howi'ftmy noble Lord ?

iss What aes my Lord?

Han. O, wonderfull.

Fora, Good my Lordeellit,

Ham. No, you willreucale it.

Fors. Nott hes by heauen.

, NorImy Lora, ae

ee How ayer then, would hart ofmanorice thinkeit,

Buryou'le befecret.

Booth, Tby heauen. ‘

- Ham, There’s nevera villain,

Dwelling inal! Demme :

hee’s an arrant knaue.

se ‘Thereneedesno Ghoftmy Lord, come from the graue

To tell vsthis. i

~ Ham, Why right, you arein the right,

‘And fo without more circumftance atall

Yhold ic fit thaewe fhake hands and party

You, asyour bufines and defire fhall poyat you,

For everyman hath bufines and defire

Such as itis, and for my owne poore part

will goepray. é vane Thelearebucwildeand whurling words my Lord.

Han. Lam forry they offend you hartily,. a Yes faith hartily.

1 Hora, There’snooffencemy Lord. _ ai Ham. Yes by Saint Patrick but there is Horatio,

Aad much offence to, touching this vifion here> Icis an honeft Ghoft that let metell yous. For your defiretoknowewhatis betweeneys _ Orcmaftret as youmay, and now good friends, Asyouare friends, {chollers, and fouldiers, Giuemeonepoorerequelt.

Hara. What?'ftmy Lord, wewill. fies Ham. Neuer make knowne what youhauefeene tonight. Booth. My Lord wewillnot. -

fay but {wear’t. 3 Hora, Infaith my Lord not],

~ Mer. Nor I my.Lordin faith,

The Tragedie of Hamler Ham, Vpponmy fword. Day, We haue fworne my Lord already. Han. Indeede vppon my fword, ideed

Ghoft cries vndey the Stage. Gloft. Sweare, . Ham. Ha,ha, boy, fay'ft thou fo, art thou there trupenny?

Come on, you heare this fellowe inthe Selleri ige, Confenttofweare.

Hora, Propofe the oath my Lord. Ham, Neuer to fpeake of this tharvou hae feene

Sweare by my fword, Ghoft, Sweare. Ham, Hic, & vbiqué, then weelethift out grounds

Come hether Gentlemen And lay your hands againe vpon my {word, “Sweare by my fword »Neuer to fpeake of this that you haute heard.

Ghoft. Sweare byhis fword. re ‘Ham, ‘Wellfayd olde Mole,can’ft worke it’h earth fo fatts

AA worthy Pioner, once mote remooue good friends.” -~ Hya. O day and night, but thisis wondrous frange. Ham. Andtherefore asa’ ftranger gineit welcome; -

‘There are more things inhéauen and earth Eirario > Then aredream’t of in your philofophie, bur come Heereas before, neuer fo helpe youmnercy, (How ftrange or odde fo mere t bearemy felfe, As I perchance heeteafter thallthinke meer, To put an Anticke difpofition on’ goby ‘That you at {uch timéseing me, never thal <-> Witharmes incombred thus, or'this head hake; Orby pronouncing offomedoubefall phrafe, As well, well, we knowe, or wecould and ifwe would Orifwe liftto fpeake, or there be and ifthey might, Orfuch ambiguous iting out, ronote) : That youknowe ought of me, this doe fweare, So grace and mercy at yourmoftnecde helpeyou.

Ghoft. ibe Sisk Hen. Reft, reft, perturbed iri ten

*Wirhall my loue I doe commie

__~ Whar forgeriesyou pleafe, marry none:

ae Rey. As gaming my

Prince of Denmarke. hat fo poorea man as Hamlet is,

pees veut his loue and frending to you

God willing thallnot lack;let vs goein together,

And (till your fingers on your-ips I pray,

The timeis out of ioynt, 6 curfed (pight

‘That euer Twas borne to fetitrights

Nay come, lets goc together. Exeunt.

Enter old Polonins; with his man or two. Pol, Giue him this moncy, and thefe notes Reynaldos : Rey. Iwill my Lord, ma oi aac A Pol, You thal! doe meruiles wilely good Reynaldo,

Before you vifite him, to makeinquire + >. Of his behaviour. santi

Rey, My Lord; 1 did intend it. tee Pot. Maty well faid, very well faids looke you fir,

Enquire me firft what Danskersarein Parris, And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe, ‘What companie, at what expence, and finding... , By this encompafiment, and.driftof queftion. ;

~ That they doe know my fonne, come you morene: ‘Then your perticuler demaunds will tach it,”

_ Take youas t'were.fome diflant knowledge of him, _ As thas; I know his father, and his friends, ;_..

~ Andin patt him, doe you marke this Reyn Rey. L,very well my Lord. n) Pel. Andinpart him, but

Baty’febe he I meane, hee’s very wi Adiéted fo and fo, and there put on hit

fo ranck :

As may difhonour him; take heede of thar, ~ But fir, fach wanton, wild, and v(vall flips, _ Asare companions noted and moft know.

~ To youth andlibertie, : es

Pol, I, or drinking, fenc ring, f aly aarrelling, drabbing, you magecetions aut Rey. My Lord, that would dithonour him, hebn Pot, Faythas you may fealon it: othe charge ae

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The Tragedie of Hamlet You muft not put another fcandell on him, That heis open to incontinencie, x:

That’s not my meaning, but breath his faults fo quently That they may feeme the taints of libertic,

The flath and out-breake of a fietic mind,

A (auagenesin vireclamed blood; Of general affaule.

Rey. But my good Lord. Pol. Wherefore thould you doe this? Rey. Imy Lord, Twould know that,

Pol. Marty fir, heer’s my drift, And [belicue it is a fetch of wit,

You laying thefe flight fallies on my fonne Asewerea thing alittle foyld with working, |. .

Marke you, your partie in conuerfe, him you would found Hauing cucr feene inthe prenominat crimes

The youth you breath of guiltie, beaffir’'d

He clofes withyouin this confequence, Good fir, (or fo,) or fiend; of gentleman, * According to thephrate,6r dhieaddiftion “°° Of man and country; ‘ sb

Rey. Very good my Lord, Pol, And then'fir doos a thi

By the maffe 1 was about to fay

Where did Ileaue? . Atclofesin the confequence,

Pol, Atclofesin the confequence, I ma

He clofes thus, I know the gentlema

1 faw him yefterday, or th’orkier day me

Oc then, or then, with fuch orfuch, arid asyou fay, ‘There wasa gaming there, ortookein’stowle,

‘There falling out at Tennis, or perchance t

faw him enter foch a houfe of fale, WVidelizet, a brothell, or fo foorth, (ee you now,

Your bait of falfhood take this carpe of truth, ‘And thus doe we of wifedome, and of

With windleffes, and with aflaies of bi

By indire étions find direStions

‘So by my former lecture ar

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~Prince-of Denmarke. ~

Shall you my fonnes you haue me, have younot?

Rey, My Lord, I haue.

Pol, @ed buy ye, far ye well,

Rey. Good iny. Lord. .

Pol, Obteruc his inclination in your felfe. Rey. 1 fhall my Lord.

Pol, And let him ply his mufique. Re. Well my Lord, Exit Rey

Enter Ophelia.

Pol, Farewell. How now Ophedia, whats the matter ?

Oph. O my Lerd, my Lord, Ihaue beene fo afftighted, Pol. With what ith name of God ? ¥

Ophe. My Lord, as I was fowing in my cloffet, Lord Hamlet with his dopblet all vnbrac’d,

No hat vpon his head, his ftockins fouled, ‘Vagartred, and downe gyued to hisancle,

Paleashis thirt, his knees knocking each other,

And with alooke fo pittious in purport Asifhehadbeenloofed out ofhell To fpeake of horrors, he comes before me,

Pol, Mad for thy loue? Oph. My lord doe not know,

But truly I doc feareit. Pol, What faidhe? Oph, Hetooke meby the wrift, and held mehard,

Then goes he to the length ofall his arme, And with bis other hand thus ore his brow, He fallstofuch perufallofmy face Asa would draw, long ftayd he fo, Atlatt,a little fhaking of mine arme, And thrice his head chus wauing vp and downe, He raifda figh fo pittious and profound Asit dagene ye all ha balke, And end his becing s that done, he lets me goe,

id with his head ouer his fhouldertorn’d Hee feem’d to find his way without hiseyes, For out adores he went without t! ind to the lait bended their lighton a pas : z

The Tragedie of Hamlet Pol. Come, goe with mee, I will goe fecke the King,

Thisis the very extacie ofloue, ‘Whole violent propertic fordoos it felfe; And leades the will to defperat vndertakings As oftas any pafsions ynder heatien That dooes affliét our natures : 1am forry, What, have you giuen him any hatd words of late ?

Oph. No my good Lord, but as you did commaund: Tdid repell his letters, and denied. His accefleto me. - :

Pol, That hath made him mad: ~ Jam forry, that with better heede andiudgement:

Thad not coted him, I fear’d he did but trifle -And meant to wrack thee, but befhrow my Ielonfie: By heauenitisas proper to our.age- Tocaft beyond our {eluesin.onr opinions, As itis common for the younger fort To lack difcretions.come, goe we tothe King, This mutt be knowne, whicli beeing kept clofe, might mous More gricfe to bide, then hate to.vtterloue, ) Come. Exenut,

Florifh. - Enter King and Queene, Rofencransand Guyldensterne. ~

King, Welcome deere Refencraus, and, Guyllensterne, Moreouer, that we much did long to fee you, Theneed we haueto vie you did prouoke Ourhaftie fending, (omething haue youleard Ot Hamlets transformation, fo call it, ~ Sith nor th’exterior, nor theinward man

“Refembles that it was, whatit fhouldbe, = More then his fathers death, that thus hath put him So much from th'vnder(landing of himfelfe ei

_Teannot dreame of: lentreateyouboth That beeing of fo young dayes brought vp And fith fo nabored aa outh and havior, That You vourlafe you rein f Somelittle time, fo by‘ To draw him on to plea

—“Thold my durieasT hold myfoule, Both to my God, and tomy gracious Kings.

Prince of Denmarke.

from oceafion you may gleane,

Sb aie a to vs vnknowne affiets himthus,

ithin our remedie.

an eee eenee he hath much talke of yous

rere am, twormen thereisnot ang

To whomhe more adheres, ifit oe hee you

To thew vsfo much gentry and goo i ,

Asto expend your time with vs awhile,

For the fupply and profit ofour ee

Your vifitation fhall receime fuch thanks

Asfitsa Kings nee ¢ Both your Maietix

ee or thel foueraigne power you hawe of as

Pat your dread pleafures more into commaun

Then to entreatic. : ¢ both obey.

wei ae vp our (cues in the full bent,

To lay ourferuice frecly at your feete i

unded. : a fi

ee Thanks Rofencraus, and gentle Guyldenfterne-

ee Thanks Guyldenfterne, and gentle Refencraiste

And Ibefeech you inftantlytovifite 8.

My too much changed fonne, goe fomeofyou

Andbring thefe gentlemen where Hamletis. abt

Guyl. Heauens make our prefence and our practices: | =

Pleafant and helpfull tobim. : aye! i

Que. 1 Amen _ Exeum Ref. andGuyld:

Enter Polonsus, iy) ig

Pol, Th’embafladors from’ Norway my. good Lord,

Areioyfully returnd, fe FEO NGAGE ;

eh Thou till haft been the father of Bese neces Pol. Hauel my Lord? 1 affure my.goo Liege: a8

- And] doe thinke, or els thisbraine of mine: Huntsnot eaaee of policie (0 fure

it hath vid to doesthat I cco

The very caule of Hamlets lanacic. -

King. O fpeake of that, that <—— heare,. 3: yet

The Tragedie of Hamlet Pol, Giue firft adinittance to th’embafladors,

My newes thall bethe fruite to that great feaft, Kmg. Thy felfe doe grace'to them, and bring them in.

He tells me my-decre Gertzardhe hath found The head and fource ofall your fonnes diftemper. Que, I doubtit isno other but the maine

iis fathers death, and our haftie marriage,

Enter Embaffadors. King. Well, we thall fift him, welcome my-good friends,

Say Volterand, what from our brother Norway ? Vol. Moft faire returne of greetings and defires3

‘Vpon our firft, he fent dutto fapprefle His Nephews leuies, which to him appeard To bea preparation gainft the Pol/acke, But better Jookt into, he truly found Te was againft your highnes, whereat greeu’d That fo his ficknes, age, and impotence . ‘Was falfly bornein hand, fends our arrefts © On Fortenbraffe, which. hein breefe obeyes, — Receiues rebuke from Norway, and in fine, Makes vow before his Vncleneuer more To give th’aflay of Armies againft your Maieftic: Whereon old Norway quercome withi

_ Gines him threefcore thoufand crownes inanuall fee, _ And his commifsion to imploy thofe fouldiers So leuicd (as before) againft the Pollacke, ‘With an entreatie heercin further fhone, .... Thatit might pleafe you to giuc quiet paffe ‘Through your dominions for this enterprife On uch regards of fafety and allowance 3 As therein are fet downe,

King, Itlikes ys well, aie it And at our more confidered time, wee'le read,

~ Anfwer,andthinkevponthisbufiness ‘Meanetime, we thanke you for your welftooke labour, _ Goce to your reff, at night weele fealt together, ;

~ Moftwelcomehome, 2 b , This buGinesis well erided.

Prince of Denmarke.

and Mae fo epoiee

icf Id be, what daticss,

We aot. night, and time istime,

‘Were nothing butto waft night, day,and time,

Therefore breuiticis the foule of wit, ae

‘And tedioutves thelymmes and oun i florithes,

Jwill be briefe, your noblefonneis mad:

‘ad call Tit, for to define true eee

‘What ift but tobenothing els but mad;

ut ler that goc: i

2 wee, More matter with leffeart,

Pol, Maddam, 1 {weare Ivfeno artat all,

‘That hee’s mad tis truc, tis tre, tis pitty,

And pitty tis tis true, a foolith figure,

But farewell it, for I will vfe no art. :

Mad let vs graunt him then, and now remaines

That we find out the caufe of this effedt,

Orrather fay, the caufe of this defeat;

For this effeat defeétine comes by caufe:

‘Thus it remaines, and the remainderthus

d, a Shecs daughter, haue while fhe is mine,

Who in her dutie and obedience, marke,

i this, now gatherand furinile,.- sng

ue athe Coletiall and my foules Tdoll, the most beat

ified Ophelia, that’s an sll phrafé, a vile phrafe

east avile phrafer but you. foallbeares thus it

her excellent white islage ee

{Caine this from Hamletto her? — "

Pal Good Maddam flay awhile, I will be faithful

My Lieg:

Doubt thou the flarres are fire, Letters. Doube that the Sunne doth mene,

oubt truth to be alyets. *0

newer doubt I laue. : idee whe

hela, am ilat tl 1 I haue t to

= Een that Ilouc thee bet, 6 moft belt belieueit, adews Thine cuermore moft deere Lady, whilft this machineis to chim.

Pol. Thisincobedience hath my daughter fhowne me, (Earalet.

~ And more about hath his folicitings- Cees - i: Fe

The.Tragedie of Hamlet: As they fell out by time, by meanes,and place, All giuen to nine tare,

King, But how hath fhe recein’d his loue? Pol, What doe youthinke of me? King. Asof aman faithfull and honotable, Pol. 1 would fainie proue fo, but what might you thinke

When I had feene this hote loueon the wing, As] perceiu’d it (I muff tell you that) , Before my daughter told me, what might you, -Or my deere Maie(lie your Queene heere thinke, Tf Thad playd the Deske, or Table booke, ‘Orgiven my hart a working mute and dumbe, , Orlookt vppon this loue with idle fight, : What might you thinke? no, I,went rotind to. worke, And my young Miftris thusI did befpeake,, Lord Hamlet is a Princeout of thy far,

> This muft not be : and then I'prefcripes gaue her. That the fhould locke her felfe fromher refort,. Admit no meflengers, receiuenotokensy =. by Which done, the tooke the frnites of my aduifes. . And he repell’d,a fhorttaleto make, Fellintea fadnes, then into a falt, : Thence to a wath, thence intoa weakenes, (01, Thence to lightnes, and by this declenfion, ... ! Into the madnes whereinnow heranes, © And all wemoutne for. : ess; ciiatls % King, Doe youthinkethis LQuee, Itmay be very like, "Pol. Hath there been fach ime; heat ine knowthat,. €)

‘That [haue pofitively (aid, tis fo, . When it proou’d otherwife?’

King. Not that Iknow. re Pet. Take this, from this, if this be otherwifes..

Ifcircumflances leade nie, | will finde Sid Sadak itwerchidindeede Where truth ishid; tho

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: Prince of Denmarkes , Sohe dooesindeede.

=

a . fach atime, Ile loofe my daughter to him,

Beyouand1 behind an Arras then,

Marke the encounter, ifheloue hernot,

‘And bent from his reafon falne thereow.

Lerme be no afsiftantfor aftare

But keepea farmeand carters,

King, We will try it, ae

, Burlooke where fadly the poore wretch comes reading. _

ne fe Idoe deereg a bothaway, Exit King and, Queene,

ebord him prefent!, ,oh giueme Jeaue,

How dooes my good Lord Hamlet?

Ham. Well, God ametcy.

Pol, Doeyouknoweme my Lord? :

Ham. Excellent well, youareaFifhmonger.

Pol. NotImyLord. ° oi

Ham. Then T would you were {0 honeft aman.

Pil, HoneftmyLord.

Hun, fir to behoneft as this world goes,

Js tobe one man pickt out: oftenne thoufand. +

Pol. That's very truemy Lord. - 2 ad

Hm, Forifthe {anne breede maggots inadead dogge , being

goodkifsing carrion. Haueyoua daughter 2 Pol, Ihauemy Lord. ee Peg

Ham. Let her not walkei’th Sunne, conceptionis a bleGing, i

Butas your daughter may conceaue, friend looketo’t. See

~ Pol. How fay you by thar; fill harping onmy daughter , yet hee

knewe me not at firft, afayd I was a Fifhmonger; ais farre gone,

and truly inmy youth, I fuffred much extremity for loue, very

neere this. Tle iuike to himagaine. What doe.you reademy

Lord. . - ef ss Agee

Han. Words, words, words, Pol. Whatisthe mattermy Lord, ~ Ham, Betweene who. Nn Sind

Pol, Imeanethe matter thatyoureade my Lord. Bam, Slaunders fir3 for the fatericall rogue fayes heere, tha

~ men haute gray beards, that their faces are wrinckled, their eyes purging thick Amber,& re gum, & that they ee

: The T'rdgedie of Hamlet tifulllacke of wit, together with moft weake hams, ‘all whichf, though I moft powerfullyand potentlie belieue, yet Tholdir . honelty to haue it thus fet downe, for your felfe fir fhall crow au a Ges youcould-goe backward: os are

al. Though this be madaeffe; y i in’ty wi : walke out of theayre my Lord 2 pee Seed hae ne my graue,

_ Pol. Indeede that’s out of theayre; how'pteona i his repliesare,a happines chatottedmngelle eco wheal and fanity could not fo profpéroully be deliiered of Twill . himand my daughter. My Lord, Twill take my fedue of you oe

Ham. You cannot take from meéany thing that Iwill notion ; willingly part withall : except my lifes except my life; excepts é

life. Enter Caglderflerte and RofeittabesO Pol, Farevouwelliny Loniot™ it ba ny ae ahele tedious old fooles. Pol, Yougoetofeckethe Lord Hainlet, thi i “$a Ry God tinehoutge 2 aati ws eee Gul. My honor’dLord, -

| Re. BARE Lathes ee oe aortas | m. My extent good friends,how dooft thou o | ARgfencraus, good lads how doeyouboth? ay seal

: ae ae CED Se of theearthy!) or wl. Happy, inthatwe atenoreuer ha slope

Wearenot the very button, : sp ae iis” Ham, Northefoles of her flrooe. ©

_ Ref. Neither'myLord. ats, Hin, Thenyou litié about *herwatt, ride

© Gigl, Faith her privates ween bro?) * Han. Inthe {ecret parts of Fortunesoh molt

| See eae tn i OF sAgat): : _ Rof. Nonemy Lord, but the worlds srowne honeft,

Ham. Then is Domes day neere, Uutyour newesisnortrues Buria the beaten way of friend thipjwhatmake you at Ziforoure? f

Ro; Tevifityoumy Lord, no other occafion, 3 _ Haw, Begger that lam, Tam eter poorein thankes;but I than

dos and fare deareftiends, my thankes are too. deareahal eae es yoke eee :

: ‘oie, come; deale inftly with mescome,co © Gy, Whatfhould wefay my Lord?

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. Anything burtorch purpofe syouwere fentfor,ane t ere is

ede confetsion inyour lookess which your modefties hauenot

craftenoughto cullour, Tknow the good King and Queene haue

fentfor you. :

Ref. Lowhat erid my Lord? , . ic th,

© Ho», That you muft teach me :but let meconiure you, by the

rights ofour fellowfhip , by

obligation of our-cuer preferued |

- better propofer can charge you wit

me whether you were fent for or 10,

~ Rof. What fay you. Ham. Nay then I haue an eye ofyou

Gul. My Lord we were fent for. ae

Hom: Lwilltell you why » fo fhall my anticipation preuent your

difcouery, and your fecrecieto the King & Queene moult no fea-

“ther, I hane of late , but wherefore I knowe not, Joftall my. mirth,

forgon all cuftomeof exercifes:and indeedeit goes {0 heauily with

my difpofition, that this goodly frame the earth ; feemestomec a

Aerill promontorie, this moft excellent Canopie theayre , Jooke

yous this braue orchanging firmament. this maiefticall roofefret~

ted with goldenfire, why. stappeareth nothing to me but afoule

and peftilent congregation of vapoures « What peece of workeis a

man, how nobleinreafon, howinfinit in faculties , informe and

moouing, how ex) refle and admirablein a@tion, how like an An-

gell in apprehenfion, how like a’ God :the beautie of the worlds the

paragon of Annimales}and yettome,whatis this Quinteffenceof

duft: man delights not me, nor women neither, though by your

‘fimilling, you feeme to fay fo. » ae 5 #5

~ Bef, My Lord,there was no fach ftuffein my thoughts: 2, |

Ham. Why didyeelaugh then, when I fayd aman ela nrsaE me.

Rof. Tothinkemy Lord ifyou delight notin man,what Lenton.

entertainment the players fall regeaue fromyou ,, we coted them

onthe way, and hether are they comming to offer you fe Z

Ham, Hethat playestheKing fhal be welcomeshis M:

haue tribute on me, the aduenterous Knight fhall y{chis fo;

atget,the Louer fhall not figh gratis,the humorus Man! is partin peace, andthe Lady fhallfay her minde freely.

lath eetieibellaaleton eplayersare they? » Raf Euentt efuchdelighti odiansoftheCirry, sas mens

the confonancie ofour youth, by the

d Joues and by what more dearea

hall, beeeuenand direct with

vifyouloueme hold notof,

. The Tragedie of Hamlet Ham. How chancesit they trauaile? their refi i

tation, and profit was baa both wwayer ae gs She: Bis wet ee rons comes by the meanes of thelatg

the City ; are they (0 followed, ue No naese arethey not.

. tis notvery {trange, for my Vncleis Kine of Den: ; thofethar would make mouths at him while iny fatherlinetae twenty, fortie, fifty , a hundred duckets a peece, for his Pid in little, sbloud thereis (omthing in thismore then natural] if Philofophie could find it our. A Flovifb. :

Gayl, There are the players, E Han. Gentlemen you are welcome to Eifonoe , your hands come

earelike entertainmentthen yours? yi z Se theaiad vA jatanatherere doutauele eee — Gol : way deareLord.

~ I ambut mad North North weft 5 wh ind i therly, I knowea Hauke,froma hand faw, i

Enter Polonins, i me we bewithyvouGentlemen, _

i » Harke you Guyldenferne, and youto, at each ei eae yor “ ape not yee out of] sad piss e/. Happily heis the fecond ti y (aya eon Pei aos ‘On oe come to them, for they Gyan

Ham, Twill prophecy, he comes to tell me of the pl: it i ‘You fay right fir,a Monday cues i playess mai ty 3 y Morning, twas th ai Ht Pol, My Lord I have newes to tell you. weer

inRome. ¢ g ! se : esas arecome hether my Lord,

_ Pol. Vpponmy honor. f _ Ham. Then came each A@or on his Affe. ‘

i Pol, ie nee chee Ts edie, Comedy,

inde

( _ Ham, My Lord Ihauenewes to tel you: when Roffins was ue Ad: “|

aftorall, cent :

So ——_—__—

Ham, Doethey hold the fame eftimation they did when I wasin

then, th’'appurtenance of welcomes fathion and c it : € f e ‘eremonie} ¥ mee comply with youinthis garb :let me extentto hepa ; which I tell you mui fhowefairely outwards, fiould moreap. j

Prince of Denmarke, sadeuidible, or Poem vnlimited, Sceneca cannot be too heauy; nor

ee light for thelawe of writ, and the liberty : thefe arethe

oe Teptha Judge of Ifraell, whata treafure had’ft thou ?

hat a treafure had he my Lord? : Z

Be irae daughter and no more, thewhich he loued

a(sing well.

Pil, Stillonmy es are

. AmInorrthrightold lepthat

As ney call me Teptha my Tod: Thauea daughter that Iloue

“Ham, Nay that followes not. (pafsing well:

Pol, Whatfollowesthen my Lord 2 : :

Ham. Why as by lot Godwots and then you knowe itcameto

afTe , as moft like ic wasthe firftrowe of the pious chanfonwill

fhoweyou more, for looke where my abridgmentcomes.

Emerthe Players.

Han, Youarewelcomemaifters, welcome all, Tam glad tofeethee

well, welcome good friends , oh old friend , why thy face isva~

Janét fince I faw thee laltscom’ft thou to beard mein Denmark?

whatmy young Lady and miftris, by lady your Ladithippeis

neterto heauen’, then when I faw youlaft by the altitude of a

chopine , pray God your voycelikeapeece ofvncurrant gold;

bee norerackt within the ring: maifters you are all welcome,

weele ento’r like friendly Fankners , fly avany thing we fee,

weelehaueafpecch ftraite, come giue vsa talt of your quality,

comea pafsionate {peech. - $ Player. What fpeech my good Lord? Ham, Theard thee fpeakemea {peech once, but ir was neuer ated, .

orifit was, not aboue once, forthe play I remember pleafd not

themillion,t’was cauiary to the generall,butitwasas Ireceaued:

-it & others , whofe iudgements in fuch matters cried in the top -

of mine, an excellent play, well digefted in thefcenes sfet cowne:

with asmuch modeflieas cunning, Iremember one yd there ~

were no fallets in thelines, tomake the matter no

matter inthe phrafe that might indite the author of af Ip) butcald ican honeft method, as wholefomeas fweete, & by very” much,more handfome then fine:one fpeechin’t Ichiefely lonec,,

akes of Priams flaughter , ifitliue in yout memo beginat

- thisline, let meee, letme {ee,the rugged Pirbus like Thiircanian 33, . bealts, —

was Aeneas talke to Dido, & there abour of itefpecially whenhe

_ Ondtafes Armor fore’d for proofe ere

: Wihlatermort seenpanbinb edi

The Tragedic of Hanilet Beall, tis nor (0,itbeginnes with Pirbus,the rugged Pirbnishéwhote fable Armes, i Black as his purpofe did the night refemble, 5

When helay couched in th’omynous horfe, Pe

Hath now this dread and black compleétion fmeard,

With heraldy more difmnalllhead tofoore, ©” ¥

Nowis he total! Gales horridly tricke With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, fonnes, z Bak’d and empafted with theparching {treetes Thatlendatirramus anda damned light To their Lords murther, rofted in wrath and fire,

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And thus org:cifed with coagulate gore, E With eyes like Carbunkles,the hellifh Phivbus (Old grandfire Priam {eekes$ fo proceede you. ai

Pol. Foregod my Lord well fpoken, with good accentand good Play, Anonhefinds him, (difcretion, |

Striking too fhort at Greekes, his anticke (word me Rebelliousto his arme, lies whereitfals, ‘Repugnantto commaund ; vnequall matche, Pirrbus at Priam driues, intrage ftnkes wide, Butwith the whiffe and winde of his fell fword, ‘Th’vnnerued father fals : 3 Seeming tofeele this blowe, with flaming top Stoopesto his bafesand with a hiddious crafh ‘Takes prifoner Pirbuseare, for loc his fword. Whicliwas declining on the milkiéhead Ofreuerent Priam, feem’d ith ayreto flicks Soasa painted tirant Pirrbu: ood any Like a newrrall to his will and matter, ~ aii Did nothings” 2 {ete Butas we often fee againft ome ftorme, es A filenceintheheauens,theracke ftand Mill, ‘Thebold winds fpeechleffe, andrheorbebelowe ~~ ‘Ashufhias death, anon thedreadfullthunder =~ Dothrend theregion, foatter Pirrbus pante, ‘Arowfed vengeariee fers himnewaworke, And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,

‘Nowialls on 2a,

~ Burifthe gods themfelues did fee herthen,

fc trek * heare

= Prince of Denmarkes:

Out, out, thou ftrumpet Fortune; allyougods;

Jn general finod take away her power, .

Bieakeallthefpokes, and follies from her wheeles,

“And boulethe round nave downe the hill of heauen.

‘As loweas tothe feats 7 bis is too long.

;

| ee fhall tothe barbers with your beard 5 pretheefay on, he’s

foraligee,ora raleof bawdry, or he fleepes, fay on,cometo Hecubas

Play, But who, a woe; had feenethe mobled Queene,

Han. The mobled Queene. eo

Pol, Thar’s good. ‘

Play Runne barefoote vp and downe, threatning theflames

With Bifomrehume,acloutyppon thathead

Where late the Diadem flood, and for arobes a

About her lanck and allore-teamed loynes,

‘Ablancketin the alarme of feare caught vp.

Who this had {eene, with tonguein venom fteept,

Gainlt fortunesftate would treafon haue pronountt 5 _

When fhe faw Pirrbas make malicious {port

Tnmincing with his fword her hu{band limmes,

The infant burft of clamorthat fhe made,

Valeffe things mortall mooue them not avall, Se

Would have mademilch the burning eyes ofheauen. ..

And pafsion in the gods. be

pol. Lookewhere he has notturnd his cullour,and has tearesin’s

eyes, prethee no more. 7 atted }

: es Tis well, Ile hauethee fpeakeout the reftof this foone,,..(

Gocd my Lord willyou fee the players well beftow: oe you

heare , lecthembe wellvfed , forthey are theabftra& and.breefe

“Chronicles of the time; after your death you were better hauca

ad Epitaph then theirillreportwhileyou hue. Menon

Pol. MyLord, I willvfethem according to theirdefern... |

‘Han. Gods bodkin man,much better, vfe every man after his

ert, & who fhall {cape whipping , vfe them after your own

nd-dignity, thelefle they deferue the more mernit isin b ty. Takethemin,

1, Comefirs, . 4 Pak i ue

Hem, Follow him friends,weele heare a play to morrow) thou

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The Tragedie of Hamlet heareme old friend, canyou play the murther of Gorzagoe

Play. Imy Lord. Ham, Weele hate to morrowe night , youcould fornecde ftudy : afpeech of fomedofen lines , or fixteene lines , which Iwouldfe | i downe and infert in’t; could younot ?

Play. Imy Lord. Han. Very well followe that Lord, & looke you mock himnog

My good friends, lleleaue youtell night, you are welcometo. Elfne onre. Exeunt Pol. and Players.

Ref. Good my Lord, Exeunt. Ham. 1 {0 God buy to you, now amalone,

Owhatarogueand pefant flaueam I. Isit notmonftrous cheat this player here Butina fixion, ina dreame of pafsion Could force his foule fo to his owne conceit ‘That from her working all the vifage wand, Teares in his eyes, diftrattion in his ape, A broken voyce, an his wholefunétion futing ‘With formes to his conceit sand all for nothing, For Hecuba. What’s Hecubato him, orheto her, ‘That he fhould weepe for her ?what would he doe Had he the motiue, and thatfor pafsion That I haue#’he would drowne the {tage with teares, And cleauethe general eare with horrid fpeech, Make mad the guilty, and appale the free, Confound theiznorant, and amaze indecde Thevery faculties of eyes and eares ;yet I, Adal and muddy metteld raskall peake, Like lohn-a.dreames, ynprégnant of my caufe, And can fay nothings no notforaKing, Vpon whofe property and moft deare life, A damn’d defeate was made :am Ta coward, Who cals mevillaine; breakes my pate acroffe, Plackes of my beard, and blowes itin my face, Twekesmeby the nofe, gittes methe lich thraote As deepeasto thelunges, who does me this, Hah, s'wounds I fhould takei ‘cannotbe -

ee -S -

Prince of Denmarke,

ake opprefsion bitter,or ere this

eae alltheregion kytes bo) iowEndt

With this flanes offall, blood: , baudy vi ae

Remorfleffe, wecherous, lecherous, kindleffe villaine.

‘Why what an Afleam I, this is moft braue, brews

‘That 1 the fonne of a deere wurthered, ,

Prompted to my reuenge by heaven and hell,

Mutt likea whore ynpacke,my. hare with words, :

J a

c

; : ~~ About my braves; hum, I haueheard, 4

‘That guilty creatures fitting ata plays af

Hauc by the very cunning of thefeene,

Beene ftrooke fo to the foule, that prefent)

They haue proclaim’d their malefa@iions =

For murther, though it haue nto tongue will fpeake >

‘With moft miraculous organ : Ie haue thefe Players.) s:00/

Play fomething like the murther of my father! n/c 9-7 9

Before mine Vile, Ile obferue his lookes,

Tetent him to the quicke, ifa doe blench.

J know my courfe. The fpirit that I hane feene

~ May bea deale, and the dealehath'power.

‘T’affume a pleafing thape, yea,and perhaps,’ Our of my weakenes, and my melancholy,

Asheisvery potent with fuch fpitits, © Abufesime to damne me3 Ile haue ds More relative then this, the play’s the thing ‘Wherein Ile catch the confcience ofthe King»

vWAllte) 3} 9 Gi Fe in pisshre

Enter King, Queene, Polonids, Ophelia, Rofenctars, Gay ad ees of f

Xing. An can you by no drift of conference’ i et from him why he puts on this confufion, | rating fo harfhily all bis dayesof.quict © ith turbulent and dangerouslunacie?» | Raf, He doves confefle he feeles himfelfe diftrated, it from what caule, a will-by:no meanes fpeake,« > ii Gryl. Nor doe we find him forward to be founded, «:

with acraftie madnes keepes aloofe” » wmabbs fg we aa cae sone nt

‘And falla curfing like a very drabbe} a ftallyon, fic vppont, fol.)

The Tragedie of Hamlet Of his truc ate, 5

Quee, Didhe receiue you well? Rof, Moft likea gentleman.

ml. But with much forcing of his difpofition, Rof: Niggard of queftion, but ofour demaunds

Moft freein his reply, wee. Did you aflay him t6 any paflime?

Rof, Maddam, it (fell out that-certaine Players Weore-raught on the way, of thefe we told him, And there did feeme in him a kind ofioy To heare of it: they are heere about the Court, Andaz I thinke, they haue already order This night to play before him,

Pol. Tis moft trie, ; And he befeecht me to intreat your Matcfties To heare and {eethe matter.

King. With all my hart, Andit doth much content me To heare him (oinclin’d. Good gentlemen giue hima further edge, And drive his purpofe intothefe delights. >< hab ¢

Rof, We fhall my Lord. Exeunt RYE Gayle” ° King. Sweet Gertrard,leaue vs two, :

For we haue clofely fent for Hamlet hether, - That heast’were by accedent, may heere

Affront Ophelia; her father atid my felfe,-) * Wee'le lo beftow our felucs, that fecing-vnifeene, * 2

We may of their encounter franckly iudge, And gather by him as heisbehau’d, ~~ Tft be th’affliion of his louc or no That thushe fuffersfors = 9 "> 10

Quee. obey you. «: And for yourpa Ophelia, 1 doe wii

_ Phat your good ties be the happy. cane

~ ° Of Hamlets wildnes, fo thall Lhopeyour ‘Willbring him to his wontted way againe,

_Toboth your hohours: »<) 0: bw! Oph, Maddam, I with it mays 's «

et Opheta walke ys ra

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Prince-of. Denmarke.

‘Wewill beltow our feluess reade on this booke,

‘That fhow of fuch an exercife may cullour

Your lowliness we are oft too blame in this, ;

Tis too much proou'd, that with deuotions viGge

And pious aétion, we doe {ugar ore

The deuill him(clfe. , Otis too true, “ :

ae alath that fpeech doth giue my con(cience,

The harlots checke beautied with plaftring art,

Jsnot more oagly to the thing that helpsit, |

Thenis my deede to my moft painted word =

Oheauy burthen,

Enter Hamlet,

Pol, Uhearchim comming, with-draw,my Lord,

Ham. Tobe, or not tobe, atte quelions

‘Whether tis noblerin the minde to fuffer.., _

~The flings and arrowes of ontragious fortune, ; °

Ortotake Armes agdin{t a fea of troubles,

And by oppofing, end them, to die to flecpe-.

‘No mote, and by a fleepe, to fay weend:.,. an The hart-ake, and the thoufand naturall fhocks

‘That flefh is heire tos tis a confamaticn

Denoutly to be wilht eo dic to fleepe, ‘To fleepe, perchance to dreame, I there's the ruby,

© For in that fleepe of death what dreames may col ‘When we haue fhuffled off this mortall coy Maft give vs paufe, there’s the refpect That makes calami i F fo Jong li For who would beare the whips rn

‘Th’oppreffors the proude n he pangs Re duped lepine rate

infolence of ofice,and the (purnes, patient merrit ofth'vnworthy. takes,

fe vith abate bodies

‘Togrunt and fweat vnd

Hu ij 2ith oti sHaEed

feanigami id aeO* :

e,

pia a of Hanifee 4 ; Prince of Denmarke.

No traviler returnes, puzzels the will; And makes vs rather beare thofcills we haue, Then flte to others that we know not of, t S volaudtal Thus con{cience doves make cowards, n et) ners, 1am my:

And thus the natiue hiew of refoluition’ © f fuch things, th Is fickled ore with tl le catt onde, reuen

Fe aealaacen Wee hast thoughts to pucthem

he more deceiued.

Oph. Twast

Ham, Getthee a Nanry, why woul

gefull, ambitious, wit

dit thou be a breeder of fin-

{elfc indifferent honelt, but yet I could accufe mee of

at it were better my Mother bad not borne mee: 1am

h more offences at my beck,

in, imagination to giuc them fhape,

And enterprifes of great pitch Be | i prifes of great pitch and moment, Cannes at them in: what Ohould fach fellowesasI do canting be-

‘With this regard theyrcurrénts tire awry, ‘Andloofe the name ofa@ion: Sof you now, i The faire Opheda, Nimphin'thy orizons ; : Be all my finnes remembred: :

Oph. Good my Lord, c i How dooes your honour for this many a day? - ey ihambly poke you well, F

ph. My Lord; Thane rémembrari¢es it nt) ‘That I haue longed long to ede as! foots ae I Poy Bes now receive them: 18

fam, No, not I, T newer gaue you oughe, 3 Oph. My honor'd Lord; you know Hehe Wel you did,

‘And with them words offo fiveetbréatli compafd”. ‘Asmade thefe things more rich, thei petfume lol?, joe ive againe, for tothe noble mi geste)

~ Rich gifts wax poore when giuers There my Tou z a o

Ham. Ha, ha, areyouhonelt: Oph. My Lord? REA Ham. Are you faire 2% 0? ? Oph, What meanes your Lordthi Ham. Thatif you be hor

no ee toyout beau Oph. Could beaatythy)

Th with posse lam, \ truly, for the power of br

neftic from what it is to tb Pits Tate beautie into bis likenes,'

tweene earth and heauen, wee

goe thy waiesto a Nunry.

Oph, Athome my Lord,

That he may play the foole no whei

Farewell.

lumny 5 get thee to a Nunry, farew

tonnes ignorance; goe to, Tle nom

Tfay we will haue no mo'tmatriagé,

cfu rth

time giues it proofe , Fdid loue y Oph. Indeed my Lord you mad Ham, You thould notha

euocatat our old ftock; but we of 2

Ham. Let the doores be thut vpon him,

are arrant knaues, belecue none of vs,

Where's your father?

re bur in’s owne houle,

Oph, Ohelpe him you {weet heavens: va

Ham. TFthou dooft marry; lle give thee this plagite for thyidow=

sie, be thou as chalt as yee, as pure ‘as {now , thou

cll, Or if thou

marry a foole , for wife men kknowe well enough

make of them: toa Nunry goe, and quickly to, farewell,

Oph. Heauenly owers reftore him. ee |

Hon, Thaue Herd ofyour paintings wellenough, God hath gi-

uenyouone face, and you make your felfes another, you gig & am=

ble, and you lift you nickname ‘Gods creatures, and make your wan-

oreon’t,ithath

pnotefcape ca> needes marry,

at monfters you

made memadde,

thofe that are married al adie; all

butone fhallliuethe reft fhall keep as they are? toa Nao

Oph. O what a noblemind is heere orethrowne |

The Courtiers, fouldiers, (chollers, eyes tongue, {word,

Threxpeétatic vand Rofe of the faire flate, iets

The glaffe of fafhion, and the mouldiofforme,

Throbleru’d of all obferuers, quite quite downe,

Tof Ladies molt deie€tand wretched, =

¢ honny of his muficke vowes} «

hat noble and meft fouersignereafon

Hae sof blowne yout 1 '

en

The Tragedie of Hamlet Enter King and Polonins,

King. Loue, his affections doc not that way tend, Nor what he fpake, though itlackt forme alittle, Was nothke madnes,.there’s fomething in his foule Ore which his melancholy fits on brood, And I doe doubt, the hatch and the difelofe VVillbefome dangers which for to preuent, Thaue in quick determination Thus fet x downe : he fhall with (peedeto England,

For the demaund of our neglected tribute, Haply the feas, and countries different, ‘With variable obicéts, fhall expel Thisfomething fetled matter in his hart, ‘Whereon his braines {till beating Pats him thus from fafhion of himf&lfe. Whatthinkeyouon’t?,

Pol, It hall doe well. But yet doe I belienc the origin and comencement of his grecfe, ef Sprung from neglected lone : How now Ophea? You needenottell vs what Lord Hamletfaid,. Wehearditall : my Lord, doe asyou pleafe, Burifyou holdit fit, after the play,

Lethis Queene-mother all alone intreate him To thow his griefe, let herberound with him, And Ie be plac’d ((o pleafe you) in the care...

Fall their conference, if the find him nor, ‘0 England (end him: or confine him where

Your wifedome beft hall thinke, King, It thall befo, ; :

‘Madnes in great ones multnotynmatcht goe. Exeunt,

Enter Hamlet, and three of the Players. Ham. Speake the fpecch J pray youas [pronoun’d it to

pingly on the tongue, but if you mouth it as many of our Thad asliue the towne cryer fpoke my lines, n ¢ too much with your hand thas, but vée all gently zenttempelt, and as I may fay, whirlwind of you qurcund beget atemperance, ai

ds imeé to the foule, toheare

eal ,

Prince of Denmarke.

tere paflion to totters, to very rags, to fpleet the cares of the ground.

lings, who for the moft part are ‘capable of nothing but inexplica-

bicdumbe fhowes, and noyfe: I would haue facha fellow whipt for

ore-dooing Termagant, it out Herods Herod, pray you auoydeit.

Player. L warrant your honour.

palete ; |

feats iacthe a@ion to the word, the word to the a@tion, with

this fpeciall obferuance, that you ore-fteppe not the modeflie of na-

ture: Forany thing fo ore-doone, isfrom the purpole of playing,

id bot erie vp to nature, to thew vertue her features fcorne herown

Image, and the very age and body ofthe time his forme and preflure:

‘Now thisouer-done, or cometardie off, though it makes the vnskil-

fulllavgh, cannot but make the iudicious grecue, the cenfare of

which one, mu(tin your allowance ore-weigha whole Theater of o-

thers,-O there be Players that I have feene play-, and heard others

prayfd,and that highly, not to (peakeit prophanely,, thatneither has

tine th’accent of Chriftians, nor the gate of Chriftian, Pagan, nor

man, hauefo ftratted & bellowed, that I baue thought fome of Na=

tures Tornimen had made men, and not made them well, they-imita>

ted humanitie o abhominably. fy é 7)

Player, Thope we hauereform’d that indifferently withwvs.

Han, Oreforme italtogether,and let thofe that play your clownes

cake no more then is fet downe forthem, for therebe of them that

wilthem(elues laugh, to fet on fome quantitic of barraine {peAators

tolaugh to,though inthe meane time, forme neceffary queflionof

theplay be then:o be confidered, that’s villanous, and fhewes amoft

pittifull ansbition in the foole that viesit: goe make you readic. How

“Row my Lord, will the King heare this peece of worke 2:

Gupllensterne, & Rofencrans: and that prefently, ET

lam, Bid the ake halt. Will you twohelp to haften thé.

Lord. — Exennt they two, id) ‘

. What howe, Horatio. Enter Horatio.

‘a, Heere fweet Lord, at your feruice.

Enter Py Pol, Andthe

ere my conuerfation copt withall, ._ Hor. OmydeereLord.

Benot tootamencither, butlet your owne diferetion be ~

hat the firft, and novve, was andis, toholdeastwere _

. Horatio, thou artecn asiulta man: wee

The Tragedie of Hamlet Nay; doe not thinke I flatter,

For what aduancement may I hopefrom thee

That no revenew haft but thy good fpirits ,

To feede and clothe thee, why fhould the poore be flatterd 2. be No, let the candied tongue licke abfur:pompe, ‘And crooke the pregnant hindges of theknee ‘Where thrift may follow fauning 5 dooft thou heare,

Since my deare foule was miltris of her choice,

And could of men diflinguith her ele€tion, S/hath feald thee for herfelfe, for thou haft been

As oncin fuffring all that fuffers nothing,

‘A man that Fortunes bnffetsand rewards Haft tane with equall thanks and bleft are thofe

Whoteblood and iudgement are fo well comedled,

That they arenota pype for Fortunes finger

To found what flop fhe pleafe : giue me that man ‘Thatis not paGions flaue, and Ewill weare him In my harts core, Tin my hart of hare Asidoethee. Something too much ofthis, Thereisa play to night before the King, One {cene of it comes neere the circumflance x Which I ‘haue told thee of my fathers death, J prethee when thou feeft that a& a foote, Euen with the very comment of thy foule ‘Obferue my Vacle, ifhis occulted guile Doe not it felfe vnkennill in one ff ipeech,

Ttisa damned ghoft that we haue fcene,

‘And my imaginations aré as foule As Vulcans ftithy3 gine him heedfull note,

For I mineeyes will rivet to his face, .

-And after we will both our indgementsioyne -< In cenfure of his feeming, : nae © Hor, Well my lord, Saritaige Ifa ftealeonght the whilftthis playisplaying And {cape dete€ted, Lwill pay thetheft, ae

snags the } de

us, King, Queene, : ate

Enter Trumpets and Kettle Dphmme' : : ~— Poloninsy Ophelia, 9

__ Haw, They ate comming to the py. Tima beidle, es

; Prince of Denmarke. tyoui aplace.

Ss die fares our cofin Hamlet ?

Ham. Excellent yfaith,

OF ‘ed Camelions dith, Leate the ayre,

Promifcram’d, you cannot feede Capons fo,

King. Vhaue nothing with thisaunfwer Hamlet,

‘Thele words are not mine, .

_ ~ Ham. No, nor mine now my Lord. You playd oncei’th Vojuerfitie you fay,

Pol. That did I my Lord , and was accounted a good Aétor,

Ham, What did you ena&t ?

Pol, did enakt Lulins Cafar, 1 was kild th Capitall,

Brutus kild mee, é

Ham, Tewasa brute part of him to kill fo capitall.a calfe there, Bethe Players readic ?

Ref, Imy Lord, they flay vpon your patience, _ Ger, Come hether my deere Hamlet, fit by me,

- Him, No good mother, heere’s mettlemore attradtin

Pol, O ho, doe you marke that, h . Ham. Lady thall Ilie in your lap? Ophe, No my Lord, & Ham, Doe youthinke Imeant country matters ? Oph. \thinkenothing my Lord,» . x Ham, Thav’s a fayre thought to lye betweene maydeslegs.

Oph, What is my Lord? : _ - Ham, Nothing. - Oph. Youare merry my Lord, Ham, Whol?

Oph, Imy Lord. = : ‘ eae _ Ham. O God your onely Tigge-maker, what fhould a man do but

bemerry, for looke you how cheerefully my mother lookes, and my 4 Ather died within’s two howres. ts

Oph, Nay, tis twice two months my Lord, oa 3 _Ham. Solong, nay then let the deule weare blacke,, for Ile hauea te of fables ; 5 heauens, die two months agoe, andnot forgotten yet, enthere’s hope a great mans memorie may out-liue his life halfea ~ pe dabet ady * el al Seis yor els (halla fuffer

ot thinking on, with the Hobby-horfe, whofe Epitaph is, for 6, for lihobby-boulrsfieets f fe “s 3 ae ane

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The Tragedie of Hamlet

The Trampets founds, — Dumbe fuow follower, : Enter aKing anda Queene, the Queene embracing him, and be ker, hy

takes her vp, and declines his headvpon her necke, he tyes him downe gy, | pena bancke of flomers, foe (cing him alleepe, leanes hies: anon conieingy other man, takes off his crowne, kiffes it , pours poy/on in the, “Sleepers care, and leanes him: the Queene returnes, finds the King dead, makes paffonars atlion, the poy(ner with fome three or foure come sm againe , feeme toy. dole with her.the dead body is carried away, the poy/ner wooes the Queen with gifts, foee feemes harfo awhile, butin the dud accepts loue,

Oph, VVhat meanes this my Lord? x Ham, Marry this munching A4aliico, it meanes mifchiefe, Oph, Belike this fhow imports the: argument of the play, Ham, We thall know by this fellow,

The Players cannot-keepe, they’le tell all. : Oph. Willa tell vs what this fhow meant? L

Ham. 1,01 any thow that you will thow him, benotyouathamd | to thow, heele not fhame to tell you what it meanes.

Oph. You are naught,you are naughi,tle mark the play, Prologue. For vs and for our Tragedie,

Heere aap toyour clemencie; ‘We begge your hearing patiently, Ham, Isthis a Prologue, or the pofte of ating? Oph, Tis breefe my Lord. Ham. As womans loue.

Enter King ana. s King, Full thirtie times hath Phebus cart gone round ‘s

Neptunes fale wath, and Tellus orb’d the ground, aD And thirtie dofen Moones with borrowed fheene About the world haue times twelue thirtiesbeene Since loue our harts, and Hymen did our hands Voaite comutuall in moft facted bands,

- .. Quee. So many iourneyes may the Sunneand Moone Make vs againe count ore ere louc be doone, But woeis me, you are fo ficke of late,

’ So farre from cheere, and from our former {late,” ‘That I diftruft you, yet though I diftruft, Difcomfort you my Lordit nothing muft.

Bice = as

Enter Prologue, |

Prince of Denmarke. feare too much, euen as they loue,

ot cs feareand loue hold quantitie, |

Fyther none, in neither ought, or inextremitie,

Nee what my Lord is proofe hath made you know,

‘Andas my loueis ciz’d, my feareis fo,

Whereloue is great, the itleft doubts are feare,

Where little feares grow great, great loue growes there,

King. Faith 1 muttleaue chee lone, and thortly to,

‘My operant powers their fanétionsleauc to do,

‘Ande ou fhalt liuein this faire world behind,

Honord, belou’d, and haply oncas kind,

For husband hale thou,

Quce. O confound thereft,

Suchloue mult pelts be: tea i my breft,

\d husband let me be accurft,

Soctel the fecond, but who kild the firft,

“The inftances that fecond marriage moue

Arc bale refpeéts of thrift, but none ofloue,

Afecond time I kill my husband dead,

‘When fecond husband kiffes mein bed.

King. 1doe belieue you thinke what now youfpeake,

But what we doc determine, oft we breake, p

Parpofeis but the flauc to memorie,

" Ofviolent birth, but poore validitie,

‘Which now the fruite vnripe flickson the tree;

Bar fall geliaeanle they mellow bee. Moftneceffary tis that we forget Topay our faucenhat to eaaielues: is debt,

~ What to our feluesin pafsion we propofe, » ThepaGior epding, doth the purpofe lofe,

_ Theviolence of eyther, griefe, orioy,

Theicowne enna€tures with themfelues deltroy, moftreuels, griefe doth moft lament,

Brey gtiefes, on flender mele }worldis not foraye,nortisnotftrange,

hat euen our loues fhould with our fortunes changes Fortis a queftion left vs yet to prouc,

~ Whether louelead fortune, or els fortune loue. phe grrtinan dove yonccsia pnt ye,

Ham. That's wormyood

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The Tragedie of Hamlet The poore aduaunc’d, makes friends of enemies, And hetherto doth loue on fortune tend, For who not needes, thall neuer lacke a friend, And whoin wanea hollow friend doth try, Direétly feafons him his enemy. But orderly to end where Ibegunne, Our wills and fates doe fo contrary runne, That our deuifes fill are ouerthrowne, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none ofour owne, So thinke thou wilt no fecond husband wed, But die thy thoughts when thy firft Lord is dead.

Quee. Nor earth tome giue foode, nor heanen light, Sport and repofe lock from me day and night, To defperation turne my traftand hope, And Anchors cheere in prifon be my feope;. Each oppofite that blancks the face ofioy, Meete what 1 would haue well, andit deftroy, Both heere and hence purfue me lafting flrife, Ham, Ifthe thould Ifonce 1 bea widdow, cuer 1beawife, breakeitnow,

King, Tis deeply fworne, fweetleaue me heere a while, we ‘My (pirits grow dall, and faine I would beguile Thetedious day with fleepe. .

Quee: Sleepe rock thy braine; And neuer come mifchancebetweene vs twaines Ham, Madam, howlike you this play? Quee. The Lady doth proteft toomuch mee thinks, j Ham. O but thee'le keepe her word. f King. Haue you heardthe argument ?is thereno offence in’t? Ham, No,no,they do butielt, poyfonin ieftnooffencei'th world, King. What doe you call the play 2, agit Ham. The Meuletrap, mary how tropically, this play isthe Tima

of amurther doonein Vienna, Gonzagois the Dukes name, hiswi ‘Baptista, you thall{ee anon, tis a knauith peece of worke,but what that ? your Maieftie, and wee that haue free foules, it touches vsnd Jet the gauled Iade winch, ‘our withers ate vnwrong. Thisison¢ sianus, Nephewtothe King. a 7 tat

Oph, You are asgood'as'aChorustpy Lord. _ He I could interpret beteene you and yourloue: ay

Exeunts

Prince of Denmarke.

he puppets dallying.

leat ane my lord, youare keene.

fe Je would coft you a groning to take off mincedge.

i id worfe, :

lige ae vaittabeyoil husbands, Beginne murtherer, leave

thy damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth bellow

BER eT houstits black, hands apt, drugges fit, and time agrecing,

Jerat (eafon els no creature fecing,

Se irare sts of midnight weedes colleéted,

vvith Hecatsban thrice blafted, thrice inucéted,

Thy natural magicke, and dire property,

ife vfurpsimmediatly. i

areal plethora for hiseftate, his names Gonza-

js extant, and written in very choice Italian, youthall fee

pate inuaberes getsthe loue of Gonzagoes wife.

Oph, The King niles. .

Que, How faresmy Lord?

“Pol, Gine ore ae ke 2

i 7 ¢ fome light, away. sat

$ Oho. bets Tights. Exeunt all bat Have. & Horatio

Bam, Why let the ftrooken Deere gos weeps

The Hart vneauled play, hile fome mutt fleepe, :

oases areal ‘Would not this fir & aforreft of fea-- i si sricall

i (t of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouincia

eyed ose get meafellowhhip in acry of players ?

‘Hora, Halfea fhare. ee

Ham. Awholeonel. -~ “ z f rf

Forthou dooft ioe a Damon deere

This Realme difmantled was

Of love bimlelfe, and now raignes heere:

mh Coat ymn'd: i ou mi mdi 3 Lori

5 O good Hera, take the Ghofts word for athoufand:

ound, Did'{t perceiue? tik 7 Bee

Hora. Very well my Lord. :

Ham. Vipon the talkee of the poyfhing,

Hor. Idid very wellnote him. ae x

The Tragedie of Hamlet Ham. Alha, comefome mufique, come the Recorders,

For if the King like not the Comedie, Why thenbelike he likesit not perdy. Come, fome mufique,

Enter Rofencraus and Guyldenfterne, Guy? Good my Lord, voutfafemea word with you, Ham. Sira ee hiftorie.

f, The King fir. pes Tfir, ae ofhim? E

Goyt, Isin his retirement meruilous diftempred. Ham, With drinke fir? ro Guyl. No my Lord, with choller, ; Ham. Yout wifedome thould fhewe it felfe more richer to fignifie

this to the Doétor, for, for mee to put himto his purgation , would perhaps plunge him into more choller.

Gayl. Good my Lord pat your difcourfe into fome frame, And ftare not 0 wildly from my affaire, Ham. 1am tame fir, pronounce, : Gayl, The Queene your mother in moft great affliGtion of fpitit,

hath fent meto you. © £ Ham. Youare welcome. ates Guyl, Nay good my Lord, this cuttefie is not of the right breede,if

it fhall pleafe you to make mea wholfome aunfwere , Iwilldoe yout |

Prince of Déenmarke.

Rof, Good my Lord, whatis your caufe of diftemper, you do fares

Jy barrethe doorevpon your owneliberty if you deny your griefesto

yout friend. Ham, Six Vacke aduauncement.

; :

Ref. How can that be, when you hae the voyce of the King his

ur facceGion in Denmarke. :

CUS = Enter the Players with Recorders,

Ham, (Gr, but while the gralfe growes, the prouerbe is fomething

: mufty, 6 the Recorders, let mee fee one, to withdraw with you, why

doe you goe about torecouer the wind of mee, as ifyon would drive

_ meintoatoyle? al O my lord,ifmy duty be too bold, my loucis too vamanerly.

jum, Ido not wel vnderftand that, wil you play vpon this pipe?

Guyl. My lord Icannot,

Ham, pray you.

Guy?, Beleewe me I cannot.

Ham, 1 doe befeech you.

~ Guyl. Iknow no touch of it my Lord. ? Hem, Ttisascafieaslying ;gouerne thefe ventages with your fin-

gers, & thevmber, giueit breath with your mouth, & it wil difcourfe

moft eloquent mufique, looke you, thefe are the ftops.

Guil, But thefe cannot Icommaundto any vttrance ofharmonie,t Tauenot the skill.

smothers commaundement, ifnot, your pardon and my recurne, {hall Ham, Why lookeyou now: how vnwoorthy a thing you make of

bethe end of bufines. » | tie, you would play vpon mee,

Ham, Six \ cannot. x

Rofe What my Lord, Ham, Makeyouawholfome anfwer, my wits difeatd, but fir, fuch

an(were as can make, you thall commaund, ortatherasyoufay,my |

mother, thereforeno more, but tothe matter, my mother you fay, 7

Rof Thenthus the fayes, your behaviour hath ftrookeherintow gmazement andadmiration. = 4 Ham, O-wonderfalfonne that canfo flonifha mother, bueisther

no fequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart.

Rof, She defiresto fpeak with you in her clofer ere you go to "Ham. We thall obey, were the ten times our mother, haue yo further trade with vs? ¢

Rof, My Lord, you once did lone me, z t Ham, And doc fiill by thefe pickers and ftealers.. 5 emi

1 you would feemetoknow my ftops, ©

ee plucke out the hart of my miftery, you would found mee om my lowett note to my compafle,and thereis much mufique ex~

eallent voyce in this little organ,yet cannot youmakeit fpeak,sbloud

- doyou think Tam eafier to be plaid'on.then a pipe, call mee what in-

frument you wil, thoughyou fret menot,you cannot play.vpon me... God bleffe you fir, ie

s * Enter Polonius. a

Pol, My Lord, the Queene would fpeake with you, & pecen Ham, Do you fee yonder clowd that’s almoftin ofa Camel ?

Pol, By’th maffe and tis, like a Camell indeed. Fi » Meethinksitislike a Wezell,

i. Itis backt like a Wezel, Ham, Orlikea Whale, . Pei, Verylikea Whale: Bes

The Tragedie of Hamlet Then I will come to my mother by and by,

‘They foole me to the top of my bent, I will come by &by,

Leaue me friends, Iwill, fay fo, By and by is eafily faid,

Tis now the very witching time of night,

‘When Churchyards yawne, and hellit felfe breakes out

Contagion to this world: now could 1 drinke hoteblood,

And doe fuch bufines as the bitter day

‘Would quake to looke on: foft, now to my mother,

O hart loofe not thy nature, let not eucr

The foule of Nero enter this firme bofome,

Letime be cruell, not vnnaturall,

~ Twill fpeake dagger to her, but vfenone,

My tongueand foule in this be hypocrites,

How in my words fomeuer the be fhent,

To giuc them fealesneucr my foule confent. Exit,

Enter King, R gfencrans, and GuyldenSterne.

King. Ulike himnot, nor flands it fafe with vs

‘Tolet his madnes range, therefore prepare you,

your commiffion will forth-with difpatch,

And heto England {hall along with you,

"The termes of onr eftate may not endure

Hiazerd fo neer’s as doth hourely grow Out of his browes. © Gayl. Wewill our felues prouide,

Moft holy and religious feare it is . To keepe thofe many many bodiesfafe

‘That liue and fede vpon your Maieftic, ~ Rof. The fingleand peculier life isbound

_ Withallthe ftrength and armour ofthe mind

To keepeit felfe from noyance, but much more

That fpirit, vpon whofe weale depends and refts

~The liues of many, the cefle of Maieftie Dies not alones butlikea gulfe doth draw

‘What's neereit, with it, or it isa mafsie wheele

the foronet of the highe{t mount, 3

shofe hough ipokes, tenne thoufand leffer things

At ‘morteitt and adioynd, which whenit falls,

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Fach fmall annexment petty confequenct

‘Attends the bo} flrous raine, neuer alone

Did the King figh, butagenerallgrone.

King, Arme youl pray youto this fpeedy viages

For we will fetters put about this feare

Whichnow goes too free-footed,

Ref, Wewillhalt vs. exewnt Gent,

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Enter Polonias. ol, My Lord, hee’s going to his mothers clofet,

J Behind the Arras P'le conuaymy felfe 5

at To hearethe procefle, Fle warrant fheeletaxhim home,

: ‘Andasyou fayd, and wilely wasitfayd, 4

Tis mecte that fome more andience’ thenamother, :

Since naturemakes them parciall, fhouldore-hearey

The fpeech of vantages farre yowwellmy Leiges «° 10

Tle call vpon you ere you gocto bed. Andtellyouwhat I knowe. Exit.

i King. Thankes deere my Lord. 5 Onny offenceis ranck; it{melstoheauens’.

Ichaththe primal eldeftcurfe vpponts |. A brothers murther, pray can I not, Though inclination beas fharp as will,

ey) My ftronger guilt defeats my {trong entent, 3

_|) Andlikeamanto double bufsines bound, re

aie I ftand in paule where fhallfirft beginne, ad And both negleét, what ifthis curfed hand. 5 Were thickerthenit (elfe with brothers blood, B Ts there not raine enough in thefweete Heauens’

Towath it white as {nowe, wheretoferues metcy' © Buttoconfrontthe vilageofoffence? +:

. Andwhat’sin prayerbutthistwofoldforce, ¢ Tobeforeftalled erewecometofall, 266 3a

+, Orpardon being downe,then Pe looke vp.

Myfaultis paft,butohwhatformeofprayer > s Eoicuynite teen ec aees %

eS That cannotbefince ]amfillpoffeft ‘ Ofthotectfedtsforwhich Vaid chénmsrtbees <= ace lnc errs and my Queenes

meee

The Tragedie of Havilet May one be pardond and retaineth’offence? Inthe corrupted currents of thisworld, Offences guilded hand may'fhowe by iuflices And ofttis eenethe wicked prizeit (elfe :

- Buyes out the lawe, but tis not fo abouey There is no fhufling, there the aétionllies Tn his true nature, and we onrfeluescompeld Evento the teeth and forhead of our faults To gine in euidence, what then, whatrefts, ‘Try what repentance can} what canit nor; Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? O wretched ftates6 boftiteblackeas death, Olimed foule, that ftruggling to befree, Att more ingaged§helpe Angels make aflay, Bowe ftubboraekneesyand hart with firings of fteale,- Be foftas finnewes ofthenewborne babe, >> Allmay be well. bode

Enter Hanleb Han. Now might! doeiryburnowaisa praying; »

And now I!edoo't,and fo a'goes toheaueh, > | And foam I reuendge, that would befeand Avvillaine kills my father, and for thar, This fole fonne, doe this famevillaine fead To heaven. . abaned detd Whry, this is bafe and filly,norreuendge, © A tooke my father grofly fallof bread, Withall his crimes braod blowne;aé flufh as May, And how his audirandswho kiowesfaure hemiens- > Burin our circumftanceand'courfe'of though; ° Tisheauy with him : and am Ithenreuendged. To take him in the purging of his foule,

hen heis fic and fealond for hispaflage 0. “v5 5

Vp fword, and knowethouamorehorrid hent,. © When heis drunke,afleepe; or in his rage, Orin th’inceftious pleafureofhisbed;-

_ Argamea fivearing ,or about fom tok

ii hes neces te

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Prince’ of Denmarke.

p him that his heels may kick arheauens

hee cai foule may be as damnd and black

‘Ashell whereto it goes my mother ftaies, :

This phifick ar pio lene thy fickly daies. aap

King, My words fly vp, my thoughts remaine belowe_

‘Words without thoughts neuer to heauen Soe Exit.

Emer Gerrard aol e 1, A will comé ftrait, looke you Jay hometo him,

Tal him his prancks have beenetoobraodtobeare with,

Andtharyour grace hath fereend and ftood betweeng

Much heate and him, Ie filencemeeuen heere,

Pray you beround.

Enter Hamlet.

Gar. Ile wait you, feare me nor,

of With-drawe, Iheare him comming,

‘Ham, Now mother, what's the matter ?

Ger. Hamlet, shou haftthy father much offended oA

0 ‘Him, Mother, you haue my father much offen ed,

Ge. Come, come, you anfivere with anidle tongue...

Hum, Goe, g0¢, you queftion witha wicked tongue...

Ger. Why hownow Hamlet? - Ham. What's the matter now ? Ge. Haueyouforgotme? Ha. Noby theroodnotfo, F

You are the Queene, your husbands brothers wifes, And would it were not fo, ye aremy mother,

Ga. Nay,then Iefert!

Ce

You goenotrill I feryouvpag! Where you may {ee the molt pa Us

A ¢ Ger. Whatwiltthou doe, thou wiltnotm i _Helpehow. ESN

xy Poh ae a we fe ‘fr Han. Hownow,a Rat, dead fora, uckat, ead

» Po. Olamflaine. 2 EERE ES pe _ Ger. Ome,whathaftthoudone?. Han, Noy] knowe notin ue Mane

z z

ofe royouthatcanfpeake. = Ham, Come, come, and fityou bien RiP er ey

The Fragedie‘of Hamlet Ger. O whata rath and bloody deedeis this. Han, A bloody deede, almoft as bad, good mother

Askilla King, and marry with his brother. Ger. Askill aKing, Ham. 1 Lady, it was my word.

Thou wretched, rafh, intruding foolefarwell,

Jrooke thee for thy better, takethy fortune,

Thou find’'{tto be too bufie is fome danger,

Leaue wringing of your hands, peace fityou downe; And let me wring your hart, for 0 I fhall firbe made of penitrable ftuffe, damned cuftome haue notbrafditfo, That it be proofe and bulwark againft fence.

Ger. Wharhaue I dene, that thou dar'ft wagge thy tongue Innoifeforude againftme? ~~

Ham. Suchanact ‘That blurres the graceand blufh of modefty, Cals vertue hippocrit,takes ofthe Rofe From the faire forhead of an innocent loue,

And fetsa blifter there, makes marriage vowes

Asfalfeas dicers oathes,6 {uch a deede,

As fromthe body of contraétion plucks

ae

The very foule, and {weetreligion makes NAb ahh

- Arapfedy of words ; heauens face dooes glowe

Ore this folidity and compougd maffe

With heared vifage, as again{t thedoome sthought fick at the a& 5

Que. Ay me, what at? BG m

Him. Thatroaresfolow’d andthunders inthe Index, Looke heere vpon this Piéture, and on this, Gaokas

The counterfeit prefentment of two brothers,

See whata grace was feated onthis browe, 2

Hiperionscurles, the frontof Tove himmfelfe, Aneyelike Mars,to threaten andcommand, ~ |

Afflation liketheherald Meramy,

New lighted ona heave, akifsing bil,

‘Acombination, and aforme indeede, -

Where euery God didfeeme to fethis feate Togiuetheworld affuranecofa man,”

Prince of Denmarke.

This wasyour husband, looke younow what followes.

Heereisyour husband likea mildewed eare,

Blafting his wholfome brother, haue you eyes,

Could youon this faire mountaine leaue to feede,

‘And batten on this Moore ; ha, haue yoweyes ©

Youcannot callitloue, for at. your age

The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,

‘And waits vppon the iudgement, and whatiudgement

Would ftep from thisto this, fence fure youe haue

Fils could you not haue motion, but fure that fence

Tsappoplext, for madnefle would noterre

Nor fence to extacie was nere fothral’d

Bur itreferu’d fome quantity of choife

To feruein (ucha difference, what deuill watt

That thus hath cofund youat hodmaablinds,

Fyes without feeling, fecling without fight,

Fares without hands, or eyes, felling {ance all,

Orbuta fickly part ofonetrue fence :

Could not fo mope :6 fhame where is thy blufh?

Rebellious hell, seelien

Jfthoucanftmutine ina Matronsbones,. vl

Toflaming youth let vertuebeas wax, ds

‘And meltin her owne fire, proclaimeno. fhame.

When the compulfiue ardure gines the charge,

Since froftie(elfe as aétinely doth burne, And reafon pardons will.

Ger. O Hamlet {peake nomore, .

‘Thou turnft my very eyesintomy foule,,_

And there I fee fuch blacke and greeued {pots

Ger. Ofpeakeromenomore; © ‘Thefewords like daggers‘enter immy-caresy NomorefweeteHamle, =

. _ Ham, A murthereranda villaine, , ~ Aflauetharisnor twentith partthekyth:

ie : oe =

Aswilllequetheretheir tin’. Ham, Nay buttoliue a3¢ x

Inthe ranck fweatofaninfeemed bed Toisai buaee

«Stewed in corruption, honying,and making loue; ‘Ouer the nafty tie. . guy tf yak

The'Tragedie of Hamlet Ofyour precedent Lord;a vice of Kings, A cut-purfe of the Empire and the rule, That froma fhelfe the precious Diadem ftole And putitin his pocker.

Ger. No more. Enter Ghost.

Han. A King of fhréds and patches, Saue me and houer oreme with your wings Youheauenly gards : what would your gracious figure?

Ger, Alashee’simad. ALE Ham. Doeyounorcome your tardy fonneto chide,

‘That lap’tin time and pafsion lets goe by ‘Thiimportant afing of yourdread command, 6 fay.

Ghoft. Doenor forget; this vifitation Is but to wher thy almoft blunted purpofe, But looke, amazementonthy mother fits, O ftep betweene her; and her fighting foule, Conceit in weakeft bodies ftrongeft workes, Speaketoher Hamlet.

Ham. How is itwith you Lady 2 Ge. Alashowi'twithyou?

Thatyou doe bend your e) éonvacancie, fue And with th'incorporall ayredoe holdidifcourfe, Foorth at your eyes your {pirits wildly peep; ‘ And asthe fleeping fouldiers in-th’alarme, "Your bedded haire like life in excrements ‘Start vp and ftand an end, 6 gentlefonne? >) Vponthe heat and flame of thy diftemper: © Sprinckle coole patience, whereon doe you looke. 2

Hon, On him, on him, looke you how pale heglares His forme and canfe conioynd, preaching toftones’ Would make them capable, doenotlooke vpon'me; ’ Leaft with this pittions ation you conuert es My ftearne effeéts,then what I hauetodoe ‘Will want true cullour, teares perchance for blood

Ger. To whom doe you fpeake this: = i Ham. Docyoufeenothing there? Ge, Nothingatall,yetallthatis I fee, ;

~ Ham, Nor did you nothing heare? pial 2 Ga. No nothing but our felues,

ee Oe <=

} ‘And feauethe purer with the other:

Prince of Denmarke. tim, Why lookeyou there, poke howitfteales away, -

therin his habieas he Jiued, p

Eos . goes, enen now out at the portal. Exit Choi.

Gey. Thisis the very coynage ofyourbraine,

Thisbodileffe creation extacieis very cunnin, gine

Him. My pulfeasyours doth temperarly keepe a

‘Andmakesas healthful! mulicke, itis not madnefle

Thar] haue vetred, bring me tothe telt,

And the matter will reword, which madneffe

Would gambolefrom, mother for loue of grace,

Lay not that flattering vn@tion to your foule :

‘Tharnot your trelpatfe butmy madneffe fpeakess,

Jewill bur skin and filme the ylcerous place

Whiles ranck corruption mining all within

Jnfedts vnfeene, confefle our felfe to heauen,

‘epent what's paft, auoyd whatis to come,

ee doe not fren the compofton the weedes

Tomakethem rancker, forgive me this my vertues.

For in thefatnefle of thefe purfictimes Vertueit felfe of vice muft pardon beg, <

Yeacurbe and wooe for leaueto doe him good, Ger. O Hamlet chou halt cleft my hart in twaines

Ham, O throwe away the worler ie ofits alfe,

Good night, but goe not to my Vincles bed» « ‘Affaneavertueif youhaueitnor, — segs Thatmonfter cuflome, who all fence doth eate Ofhabits deuill, is angell yetin this _ z ‘Thatto the vfe of ations faireand goods, Helikewile giues a frock or Livery.

|. Thataprlyis put on to refraine night, And that fhall lend’a kind of eafines :

> Tothenextabftinence, the next more eafie: Foryfealmoft can change the ftamp of natures, Andeitherthe deuill, orthrowehimout : With wonderous potency :once more good night).

© Andwhenyouaredefiroustobebleft, _ Ueblefsing beg of you, forthisfameLord

, Udoerepent;butheauenhathpleafdirfo.

The Tragedie of Hamlet To punifh me with this, and this with me, That.I muftbe their fcourge and minifter, I will beftowe him and will anfwere well The death I gave him ; foagaine good night I muttbe cruell only tobe kinde, This bad beginnes, and worfe remaines behind. One word more good Lady.

Ger. What fhallldoe? Ham, Not this by no meanes that Ibid you'doe,

Letthe blowt King temp’t you againe to bed, Pinch wanton on your cheeke, cail you his Moufe, And let him for a paite of reechic kifles, Or padling in your necke with his damn’d fingers, ‘Make you torouell all this matter out That] effentially am notin madneffe, But mad in craft, were good you let him knowe, For who that’s but a Queene, faire, fober, wile, ‘Would froma paddack; from abar, a gib, Such deare concernings hide, who would doe fo, No, in difpightoffence and fecrecy, ‘Vnpeg the basker on thehoufes top, Letthe birds fly, and hke the famous Ape, ‘Totry conclufionsin the basket creepe, And breake your owne heckedowne. ~

Ge. Be thou affur’d, if words be made of breath And breath of life, I haueno hifeto breath ‘Whatthou haft faydto me.

Him, Imattto England, you knowe that, Ge. Alack 1 had forgot.

Tis fo concluded on. s Ham. Ther’s letters feald, and my two Schoolefellowes,

Whom I willtraft as I will Adders fang’d, They beare the mandar, they muft fweep my way And marfhall meto knauery :lecitworke, Fortis the {port to haue the enginer - Hoift with his owne petar, au’t (hall goc hard Bar I will delue one yard belowetherr mines,

And blowe them at the Moone : 6 tis molt fweete When in one line two crafts direétly mecte,

Se oe

|, Orewhom, his very madneslilte foie ore. >

Prince of Denmarkex' is fhall fet me packing, Yer 1sn00

Peas est into a neighbour roomes:

Mother good night indeed, this Counfayler

Isnow molt fill, moft fecret, and moft grauc,

‘Who was in lifea moft foolifh prating knaue,

Come fir, to draw toward anend with you,

Good night mother. Exit.

Eenter King, and Queene, with Rofencrans and Goyldenfterne\\s> 9°39»

King. There’s matterin thefe ighes, thefe profound heaues,

You muft tranflate, tis fit we ynderftand them,» pelents

‘Where is your fonne ? c

Ger, Beftow this place on vs.a little while. ©» }

Ah mine owne Lord, what haue Ifeene tonight 2

King, What Gertrard, how dooes Hamlets)! 00

Ger. Madas the fea and wind when both conténd>

Which is the mightier, in hislawlefle fit, Soe

Bebind,the Arras hearing {ome thing ftirre, Whyps out his Rapier, eryes a Rat,a Rat, And intlisbrainithapprehénfion kills” Theynfeene good old mani Sot

King, O heauy-deede! Ithad beene fo with vs had wee beenthere, Hisliberticis full of threates to all, Toyou your felfe, to vs,.to cucry one, : Alas, iow thall this bloody.deedebe anfwer'd?:| Iewill belayd to-vs, whofe prouidence 2°00 | Should haue kept fhort, reftraind, and out ofhaunt This mad young man; but fo much was our loue, We not vnderftand what was molt fit, Batlike:the owner of a fouledifeafe >! Tokeepeit from divulgingsletitfeedd) « Eugen onthe pith of life: whereis he gone?,

Ger, To draw apart the body he bath kild,

Amonganingiall:of: als bafe;) © acl s ~ Shani ela putbyacatopies for wbatindime

King. O Gertrard, come away,

The Tragedie of Hamlet The funne no fooner thal the mountaines touch,

But we will thip him hence, and this vile deede

‘We mutt with all our Maieftie and skill Enter Rof. & Gui

Both countenaunceand excule. Ho Guyldeniterne,

Friends both, goe ieyneyou with fome further ayde;

Hamletin madnes hath Polonias flaine; ¢ ‘And from his mothers clofet hath he dreg’d him,,

Goefecke him out, fpeake fayre, and bring the body

Jnto the Chappells-Ipray you haft in this, Come Gertrard, wec'le caliwp our wieft friends,

And lepthem Know both what weimeane todog i= 1

And whats vntimely dooné, 3

‘Whofe whifper ore the worlds dyameter,

As leuell as the Cannon tohisblanck,

"Tsanfports his poy fned fhot, may eniffe out Name,

And hit the woundleffeayre,6 come away, :

My foulcis full dfidifcord and dif tay’ i Enter Hamlet, Rofencraus,and others:

Extewnt,

Han. Safely ftowd, but foft,what noyle;who calls om Hamlet? tae

O heere they come,

* Ham, Compoundit with dat whereto tiskin, |

Rof, Tellyswheretis that we may take itthence,

And beareitto the Chappell. Pav b

Ham. Doenot beleeuc it, Ro, Belecue what. tte cio

Har, ThatIcan keepe your counfaile

to be demaunded ofa fpunge, whatxeplycatio

the fonne of a Kings)! {0 iso! itstivges

Rof, Take you meforafpunge my!

fy dhoul

Hams. 1 fir, that fokes. vp the Kings couritenitunce, hisrewards, his

authorities, but fuch Officers doethe Kin

kecpesthem likean applein

Ja(t fwallowed, when hee needs what you haue'gleand, i eck ys wittb

fing you, and {punge - you fhall Pelaieass

Rof, Lvnderftand you not my Lordi e905

Ham. Yam glad of it, a knauith {peect*Mlrepe:

Rof, What have you doonemy Lord with thedead body?" ff

g-belt Yernice in-theen dhe thecorner‘of hisiaw,firlt moinh’diobt

rs)

if

Zof, My Lordyou aul eve whetethebodyisy andigoewih# | »

* eateof the fith that hath

gener ce =< Prince of Denmarke.,.

Ham, Thebody is with the King, but the Kings not. with the... ,

. The King is athin; Stes

by Athing my Lok aes F

Ham. Ofnothing, bring meto. him: Exetttte

Enter King, and nwo or three.

King, have fentto feeke him, and tofind thebody,

How dangerousisit that this man goes loofe,

- Fer mult not we put the {trong Law on him,

Hee’slou’d of the diftraéted multitude,

VVho like not insheir indgement, but theyneyesy

‘And where tis fo, th’offenders fcourge is wayed), 5

Butnever the offence: to beare all fmooth and enen, . .

‘Thisfuddaine fending him away mult feeme

Deliberate paule, difeafes defperat growne,

Byde(perat applyance are relicu’d

Ornot at all,

Enter Rofencrans and allthe rel?

‘Lord King. How now, what hath befalne?

Ref, Where the dead body is beftowd my

VVecannot get from him..

King, Butwhereishee?.otiqi ug. Ro, Without my lord, guarded to know King. Bring him before vs.

Rof. How, bring in theLord. |

King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonits ?

Ham. Ac fappere sasint King. Atfapper, where, Han. Not where he cat!

cation of politique worm Emperour fer dyet,

acures. els. to fat vs,.apd. # felues for maggots, your peer na eae ie

ble feruice, two difhies but to. King. Alas, alas. Bam, Aman may:

cing. King. VVbat Has, Nothing but

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_ Delay it not, He haue him hence to night.

“Phatels leanes on th’affayre, pray youmake hafk,

_Payes homa ¢ tovvs, thou mayft notcoldly fee.

“Ourfouersigneprocelle, which imports at fal

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The Tragedie of Hamlet throtigh thé guts ofabegger. 2 c ie Whee is Polouins ? nig

lam, \n heauen, fend thether to fee, ifyour m ries not thrre, feeke him Pth otherplace your bite peek nf be him not within this month, you thall nofe him as you thie ftayres into the Lobby; BY.4 Eee Tn

King. Goe fecke him there.’ cee A val ftay till you come.

ing. Hamlet this deede for thine efpeci: Which we do tender, as we deerely fein eink For that which thou halt done; muft fend thee hence. ‘Therefore prepare thy felfe; gl i lw The Barck is ready, and the wind at helpe, sdissaasad ‘Thiaffociats tend, and every thing is bent : For England, 5

Ham. For England, King. 1 Hamlet, Ham, Good, 2 King. Soisitifthouknew’ft our purpotes. Ham. \{eea Cherub that fe 4,

Farewell deere Mose ee ae nba ra Ns gs ey Houle Father Hama 7 wonagas

Lm. My mother, Father and Mother is manand wife, Man and wifeis one‘fle(h, fomy ek 3 nace: so Come for England, Exit, :

King. Follow him at foote, Tempt himwith {peede abord,

Oe

Away, for euery thing isfeald and done >”

By Letters congrain; ‘he prefent death

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to ihatefRee ‘Heiter; doe it

5 Cap. Godbuy you firs

a Prince of Denmarke.

A cure me still] know tis done;

fot bap my ioyes will nere begins E

Enter Fe cortinbraffe with bis Army ouer the Stage. ~

tin. m7

Talkin, that by his lycence Fortin affe

Craues the conueyance ofa promifd march

Quer hiskingdome, you know the ranideuous,

Jfthat his Maieftic would ought with vs;

‘We thallexprefle out duticinhiseye,

‘Andlet him know fo.

Cap. J willdoo’t my Lords

, Goe foftly on. ‘ 4

ee wee Hamlet; Rofencrans, Oe.

Ham, Good fir whofe powers are thefe?>

Cap, They are of Norway fit.”

Ham, How purpofd fir lpray you sees

Cap. Againit fome part of Poland:

Bam, Who commaunds them fir?"

(a. The Nephew to old Norway, Fortenbragen’

Tum, Goesit againftthe maine of Poland fit,

Orfor fome frontire? ‘ py sacte

Cap. Truly to fpeake, and with no addition, :

‘We goeto gaine alutlepatch of ground) > °°

‘That hath in itno profit butche name Big

To payfiue duckets, fiue Fwould not farme its j

Norwill it yeeld to Norway or the Pole °°)

‘Arancker rate, (hould itbefoldin fee.

Ham. Why then the Pol/ackeneuer will defend it.

Cap. Yes, itis already gatifond. esi

Ham, Twothoufandtoules, & twenty thoutand duckets"«

aVVillnot debate the queftion of this ftraw,

‘Thisis th’Impoftume of much wealth and peace; ‘That inward breakes, and fhowesno caufe without

Why the man dies, [humbly thanke yor fir. avg BATS

Ref. Wil'tpleale you oemy Lord? 9

Ham, Tebewithyou ts ht, goea little before:

Hoy all occafionsdocint og Hath

Exits

Goe Captaine, from'me: es the Danith King,

The Tragedie of Hamlet And fpur my dull reuenge, Whatisa man, Ifhis chiefe good and market of his time. \ Be but to fleepe and feede, a beaft,no more: wot}

Sure he that made‘vs with fuch large difcourfe Looking before and after, gaue vs not ‘That capabilitie and god-like reafon To fultin vs vnvfd, now whether it be Beftiall oblivion, or fome craven {cruple Of thinking too precifely on th’eucnt, A thought which quarterd hath but one part wifedom, And cuer three parts coward, I doe not know ‘Why yet I liue to fay this thing’s to. doe; ; Sith] haue caufe, and will, and ftrength, and meanes_, To doo’ts examples groffeas earth exhortme, Sis ‘Witnesthis Army of fuch mafle and charge, Led by a delicate and tender Prince, Whole fpirit with diuine ambition puft, Makes mouthes at the invifible euent,) 4., . Expofing what is mortall, andvnfure,), »), Toallthat fortune, death, and danger dare, Euen foran Egge-thell. Rightly to be.great, , Isnot to ftirre without great argument, 5 sdikreanahins But greatly to find quarrellinaMrayy,,,... ‘When honomr’s at the ftakeshow land Ithen That haue a father kild, a mother {taind,,

- Excytements of my reafon, and my blood,..., And let all {leepe, while to my thame I {ee Theiminent death of twenty thoufandmen,. .

‘That for afantalie anditricke of fame. Goeto their graues like beds, fight for aploe Whereonsthe numbers cannot try the caule, Whichis not combe enough and continent __.

. Tohide the flaine, 6.from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be,nothing w

Gunter Horatio, Gudea Gentleman. a Quee. {will not (peake wither, Gent, Sheeis importinat,’

| Andeede dads, her moodevilincedesbepitich..

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Spurnes enuioufly at ftra

akes much of her father,fayes the heares

Jd, and hems, and beates her hart,

nif ae fpealees thingsin doubt

‘That carry but halfe fence, her fpeechis nothing,

Yer the vnthape

The hearers to co! d vfe ofit doth moue

Ile€tion, they yawneatit,

Andbotch the words vp fitto theyrowne thoughts,

‘Which as her wincks,

Indeede would 1m:

Though nothing

d nods, and gefturesyecid them;

ake ae thinke there mightbe thonghe

fure, yeemuch vohappily-

Hora, Twere good fhe were fpoken with, for fheemay ftrew

ter, Lord we know what.weare, but know not what weamay =

Dangerous conieétures inill breeding mindes,

Lether come in. eau

2 To my ficke foule, as finnes true natureisy

ae ees preloni tofomegreat amifle;

€So full of artleffe iealoulicis guilt,

© fe {pillsit (elfe, in fearin: tobefpylt: lon tenes

: fet “Where is Ricbeatious Maicltic of Dénmarke ? :

. How now Ophelia ? § face fings

Gh, tote fhould ayeul tru¢loue know ftomanother one; ;

‘By his cockle hat and ftaffe, and his Sendall fhoone.

luce. Alas {weet Lady, what se thisfong?- ;

Oph, Say you, nay pray you marke, :

Helsdead & gone aey, hieis dead and gone,

Athis heada grafgreenetorph, at his heeles a ftone.

Oho: ; ; i

ph.

wee, Nay but Ophelia. op

| Emer Kings on Que. Alaslookelieeremy Lord: nes

Oph, Larded all with (weetflowers; b Whichbeweept to thegrounddid norge” ‘With truc louc fhowers; © ™ ee

o King. How doeyoupretty! 7. Well good dild you, ¢

Pray you matke. White his throwd asthemountainetnow.

HO

say she Ovle ata Boliets 6

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The. Tragedie of Hamlet King, Conceit vpon her Father. Oph, Pray lets haut no words of this, but when they ie you

what it meanes, fay yduthis, § . To morrow is S<Valentines:day, Allin the morning betime; And J amayde at your window. Tobe your Valentine. ‘0 ‘ Then vp he rofe,and dorid his clofe,and dupt the chamber doore, - Letin the maide,that out a maideneuer departed n.ore, say

King. Pretty Ophelia: Oph. Indcede withoutan oath Temakean end ont, tind

By gisand by Saint Charitie, 3 alack and fie for fhame, Al

Young men will doo’t if they come too’t, by Cock they are too blame,” ‘

Quoth the, Beforeyoutumbled me, you promifd me to wed,.. 9 (Heanfwers.) SowouldIadoneby yonderfunne > mo

And thou hadft not come to my.bed, 4 King, How long bath fhe beene thus? a Oph. Thopeallwill be well;we mult be patient; but L-cannotchule

but weepeto thinke they would Jay himyi'thcold ground,my brother

Song,

,

fhall knowofit, andifo I thanke you for your good counfaile, Come 1 eal my Coach, God night Ladies; god night,

Sweet Ladyes god night, god night. ‘ King. Follow her clofe, giue her good watch I prayyou.'_.

O this isthe\poyfon of deepe griefe; it {prings all from-her Fat death, and now behold, 6.Gertrard,Gertrardy 55:0). When forrowes come, they come not fingle fpyes, Butin battalians: firft her Father flaine,. >|. Next; yoursfonneg one; and-he mot violent Autho Ofhis owneiaftremoue, the peoplemuddied Thick and vawholfome in hoagie and.whifpers 0! For good Polonius death : and we haue doneibut green! In hugger muggeF'to inter him: poore Ophelia.) 5 Deuided from herfelfe, and her faire iudgement,/o:!)- © VVithouc the which we are pigtares, or.mgera beallsy volt" yy A Eafhjandasinischcontaybing’asall thefesic)) |) hoog Ib) 40 Her bratherisin fecretcomedrom Fraunce, ), ofa bia Eceds on this wonder,keepes himlelfe in clowdes,

i900:

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ye

err. “i

Prince of Denmarke. rs to infeet his eare

Leiner oe ofhis fathers death,

ae neceflity of matter beggerd,

illnothing ftick our perfonto arraigne.

oe andeare: 6 my deare Sarsennds i

i rdring peece in many place meee

Like os fuperfiuobs death. Anuifewithin.

Entera Meffenger.

King. Attend, whereismy Swiflers, leeth

isthe matter?

aes See your felfe my Lord,

The Ocean ouer-peering, of his ift

“Bates not the flats with more imputiows hal

Laertesinariotous hea i

te tees our Offcres = the rabble call him Lord,

Andasthe world were now but to beginnes

Antiquity forgot, cuflomenot knowne,

ifters and pro} s of every. word, ;

oe a host ae ae fhall be King,

Caps, hands, and rongues applau'ditto the clouds,

~ Laertes fhallbe King, Laertes King:

Quee, How cheerefully on the falfe-traile they ery. A moifert

O thisis counter you falfeDanith doggess

i Enter Laerteswith otherte

King. The doores are broke.

Al, Nolescomeifh.s: Laer. Vpray you giue me leaue-

All, Vvenille wil

oe ag he = eS 2

* Quee. Calmely good Laertess

z one Thatdros of blood thats cal

Cries cuckold to my father, brandsthe Harlot

iS Euen heere between the chaft va(mirched browe:

‘Qfmytruemother, = King. VVhatis the caufe Laertes

‘That thy tebellionlookes fo ene

Laer, Whercis this King? firs ftand you all without. fe

Laer. Uthanke you, keepe the doore;d thou vileKing, :

em guard the doore,

me proclames me Baftard, eh

The Tragedie of Havilet Let hint goe Gertrard, doe not feare our perfon, There’s {uch diuinit e doth hedgea King, That treafon can but peepe to what it would, Ae’ little of his will, tell meLaerter ‘Why thoaare thus incenft, lethim goe Gertrard, Speake man,

Laer, Whereis my father? King. Dead. Quee. But not by him, King. Let hiny démaund his fill, Laer. How came he dead, 'e not beiugled with,

To hell allegiance, vowes to the blackeft deuill, Confcience and grace, to the profoundeft pit dare damnation, to this poyne I Mand, That both the worlds I give ro negligence, Let come what comes, onely Pebe reucng’d Moft throughly for my father,

King, Who thali May you? Laer. My will, notall the worlds:

And for my meanes le husband them fo well, They thall goe farre with little,

King. Good Laertes, if you defire to know the certainty Ofyour deere Father, Pit writin your renenge; ¢ That foopftake, you will draw bothftiend and foe Winner andloofer,

Laer. None but hisenemies, 2 . King. Willyoukniow them then? Laer, Tohis good friends thus wide Vile ope my armes;

And like the kind life-rendring Pelican, 3 Repaft them with my blood. lives

King. Why now you fpeakeiso 9.) > n Likea good child, anda true Gentleman, ‘That La guiltlefTe of your fathers death, Andam moft fencibly in:griefe forir, Tr hall as leuell to youriudgement peare Asday dooestoyoureye. A nayfe within:

Enter Ophelis, - Laer, Lethercomein, 2

Bow now, what noyfe is that?: 3a z

By heaw

——

Prince of Denmarke.

Oheate, dry vp. ™Y braines; teares feauen times.fale

‘cand vertue of minc eye,

Lae a ate fhall be paydwith weight

‘Tell our fcale turne the beame, O Rofe of May,

Deere mayd, Kind iter, weet Ophelia

Obeanens, ift pofliblea young maids wits

Should bé as mortall asa poore mans life.

Oph. They bore him bare-falle.on the Beeres

Andinhis grave abe many a teate,

y v y Douce,

Sie Ren thy wits, and did't perlwadereuenge

not mooue thus,

aon fing adowneadownes raat

Andyou call hima downea. O how the wheele HCO it,

Itisthe alle Steward that {tole his Maiftersdaughter, | ;

‘Laer. This nothing’s more then matter. ae

Oph. There’s Rolernaey et foe rerpemlssncesGsiSiON lonc.re-

i cies, thats for thor a ’

ea SS ih madnes, ieuehintbe remembrance fitted.

Ophe. There’sFennill for you,and Colembines» there's Renefos

-you, & heere’s {ome for meywe may call itherbe of ‘Gracea Son a

you may Weare your Rewe with a difference, there's a Dafie,T sould

giue you fome Violets, but they witherd all when my Father yes,

Pee ics Robins adlnyoy yr y fweet Robinis all my toy. 3

So Ticks and afHiGions, paflion, hell it felfe

Sheturnes to fauour and to prettines, ;

Oph, And wilanot come agains, Song. )

And wilanot come againe, hens

: « No,no, he is dead, goeto thy death bed,

~ He neusr will come againe, -™ His beard was as whiteas{now,

‘laxen was his pole, iy R

Heisgone,heixgone,and we call away mone, Goda mercy on his foule, and of all Chriftians foutes,

Godbuyyaus: . ss sustoadiguc sieseee eon Laer, Docyouthis6God. §

Laertet, {mult commune with your griefe,

‘you deny me right,goe butapart, ° =

—————— — ee 8

The Tragedie of Hamlet Make choice of whom your wilett friends you will, And they thall heare and iudgetwixt you and me, i Tf by direé, or by colaturall hand They find vs toucht, we willourkingdome giue,

Our crowne, our life, and all that we'call ours To you in fatisfaétions butif not,

Be you content to lend your patience'to vs, And we fhall ioyntly Tabour with your foule To giue it due content.

Laer, Let this be fo. His meanes of death, his obfcure fanerall,

No tophe {word, nor hatchment ore his bones, No noble right, nor formal oftentation, Cry to betheard as twere from heauen to earth, That! mutt call’tin queftion.

King, So you thall, cs

And whereth’offence's, let the great axe fall. pray you goc with me. Exennt,

Enter Horatio and others. * Hora, VVhatare they that would fpeske with me? *

Gent. ‘Sea-fating men fir, they fay they haue Letters for you: Hor. Let them come in,

1 doe not know from what part ofthe world Ifhould be greeted, If not from Lord Hamer.

Say. Godblefleyou fir. ~ : Hora. Lethimbleffe thee to. i Say, A (hall firand pleafe him, there's a Letter for you fir, itcame,

Enter Saylers.

~ f6 th’Embaffador that was boand for-Lngland, if your name be Hi x

ratio, as lamletto know itis,” z

Hor. Horatio, when thourthalt have over-looke this, pe

- lowesfome meanes to the King, they haue Letrers for im : Ere wee

-were two daies old at Sea, a Pyrat of very warlike appointment gave

vschale; finding our felues too flow of faile, wee put ona compelled’

valour, and in the grapple boorded them, onthe inftant they got

clecre ofour fhyp, fo J alone became theyr prifoner, they haue dealt

with me like thieues of mercie, but they knew what they did, 1am 106

doe aturne for them, let the King haue the Letters] haue fent, an

_repayre (hou to me with as much {peedeas thou wouldeft flie death, *

-_Ubane wordes to fpeake in thine care will make heetimbe i

, & «

: Prince of Denmarke. oe

soht for the bord of the matter, ‘thele Zoo fellowes

ate re, Rofencransand Gi denSterne hold theyr

fthém I hauemiuch to tell thiee; farewell.

ee Soihat thon kunoweStrbine Hamlet,

Ch iM bri

ARC for England, 0

i yi letters Come Iwill you way for thefe'your 4

ree the fpeedier that you may dire the

Tohim from whom youbronght then. Exeunty

Enter King und Laerter. *

King. Now mutt your confeience amy acquittantce feale,

Andyou muft put mein your hart for friend,

Sith you have heard and with a knowing eatey ;

That he which hath your noble father flaine :

‘ued my life,

se Ie well appeates? but tell mee

‘Why you proceede not co pg feates

~ $6 criminal and fo capitall in nature, ;

a your fafeti¢, seathen wifdome, all things els

You mainely wereftier'd vp» Bi

_ King. O for two {peciall reafons :

Which may to you perhaps {eeme much vnfinnow d;

Butyet to mee tha’r ftrong, the Queenchis mother < é

Lives almott by hislookes, and for my Celfe,. AES

My vertue or my plague, beit eytlier which, i

Sheis{o concline to my life andfoule,

‘Thatas the ftarre mooues not but inbis fphere:

J couldnot but by her, the other motive,

Why toa publique count 1 might not goes

Isthe great louethe general. gender beare him,

‘Who dipping all his faultsin theyr affeftion,

‘Worke like the fpring that turneth woodtoftone,. :

” Conuert his Giuesto graces, fo'that my arrowes: =

Toollighily tymberd for foloucd Arm’,

Would hauereuerted tomy boweagaine, © 3

~, Butnotwherefhaueaym’d them. a

Leer, Andfohauel ‘anoblefather loft,

Afifter driuen into defprat termes,

Whole north, i praylesmay gor backeagsing ees ae ee

q

Sz ~. i The Lragedic of Hamlet

i

Prince of Demmarke. ms }

Stood challenger on mount of ali the a: .

For her perfedtions, butmy reurnge ee ‘And for his death no wind of blame Le \

King, Breake not your fleepes for chat, you mufl not thinke Bareuen his Mother fhall vncharge the praftile, \\ \

That we are made of fluffe fo flat and dull, ‘And callit accedent. * ‘|

That we can let our beard be fhooke with danger, ‘aer, My Lord Iwill be ohke i

ae Theratherifyou coulddeuiteit © ie

And thinke it paftime,you thortly.fhall licare more,

Tloued your father, andweouc our felfe,

And that [hope will reach you to imagine,

That I might be the organ.

ing, It falls right, =

i

yank beenctalkt offince yourtrauaile mich, :

Hamlets heating; fora qualitie

Enter a Aeffenger with Letters. ‘Andthatin

fe ‘A i : herein they fay you fhine, your fimine of parts

te ioonimeretobaegitens

Wee togaherplacke fuch enuie from him

King. From Hamlet, who brought them?

Meff, Saylersmy Lord they fay; 1 faw them not,

They were giuen me by G/akdia, hereceived them Ofhim that brought thera,

H King. Laertes you thall heare them leaue vs. High and mighty, you fhall know Lam fet naked on your kingdom,

to morrow fhall I beggeleauc ¢ofee your kingly cyes,when I thal fit

asking you pardos, there-wntorecount the occafion of my fuddaing

seturne, = fi. King, What thould this meane,areall the refticome backe,

Oris it fomeabafe, and no fuch thing?

Laer, Know you the hand 2

King. Tis Hamlets caraktery Naked,

Andina poll(cript heerethefayesalone, te 2

, Canyou devife me? ‘ 5

Lar. Lam loftinitmy Lord, but let him come,

Je warmes the very ficknes in. my hart

That I liue and tell him to-his teeth

_ Thusdid@tthou. King. \fitbe (0 Laertet,

Ashow thouldit be fo, how otherwile, i

‘Will yoube rul’d by me? ‘

Laer, Ly Lord, fo you will not ore ruleme toa peat

King. Tothine owne peace, if he benow returne

Asthe King athis voyage, and that he meanes

No moreto vndereake it, will worke him -

‘To an exployt, now ripein my deuile, a

Vader the which he Qiall not choofebutfall? ease

Asdid thatone, and thatin my regard

Ofthe vnworthielt fiedge.

‘Jaer. What partis that my Lord?

|. King, Avery ribaud in the cap of youth,

© Yetneedfall to, for youth no leflebecomes

Thelight and carcleffe lidery thatie weares

‘Then fetled age, his fables, and his weedes

Tmporting health and grauenes 5 two months fince

Hleere wasa gentleman of Normandy,

Thaue feene my felfe,and feru’d againft the French,

And they can-well on horfebacke, ‘but this gallant.’ »

Hadwitch-craft in’t, he grew vnto his feate, ¢

‘And tofuch wondrous dooin; brought his horfe; 018

| Ashad be beencincorp’ft, an dethy natur'd .

With thebraue beatt, fo farre he topt me thoughts

That Tin forgeric of fhapes and tricks !

Come fhort of what hedid. Laer, A Norman walt ? oH °

Kg, A Norman, ft a 5

Laer, Vppon my life Lamord.

, King. The very fame, Lar, Tknow himiwell,heisthe brooch indeed:

AndIemofall the Nation. >

King. He made confefsion of you,

And gaueyou fuch a mafterly report :

| Forartand exercifein your defence, <

* Andforyour Rapier moft efpeciall, 3 *

{| © Thithe ride out rwouldbeafightindeed:

iy

ti

The: Tragedie of Hamlet Ifonecould match you} the Scrimures of theiraation He {wore had neither motion, guard, noreye,

If youoppofd them; fir this report of his Did Hamlet (o enuenom with his enuy, That he could nothing doe but with and beg Your fodaine comming ore to play with you. Now ont of this. .

Laer, What out of this my Lord? Keg. Laertes was your fathen deare to you?

Or ate you like the painting of aforrowe;, A face without a hart?

Laer, Why aske you this? King. Not that I thinkeyou did not loue your father,

But that I knowe, loue is begunneiby,time, .

‘And that I fee in paflages.af proofe; Time qualifies the fparke and fire of it;

There hues within the very flame of love

A kind of weeke or fnufe thatwillabateit,,

And nothing is at alike goodnesftil, For goodnes growing to aplurifies,

Dies in his owne toomuch, that we would doe We thould doc whenwe would: for this would.clanges,

And hath abatements and delayes'as many,

‘As there are tongues, arcihands; areaccedents,

‘And then this fhould islikea {pendithirfts:igh,

That hurts by eafing; buttothe quick of th'vlcer,

Hamlet comes back, what wouldyou vndertake

To thowe your felfeindeede your fathers fone’ More ten in words? Fs

‘Laer, Tocut his thraot ith Church.

King. No place indeede fhould marther fanStuarile;

Revendge fhou!d haueno bounds : but good Luertes:

‘Will you doc this, keepeclofe within your chamber;

Hamiet return’d, fhall knowe you are come home,

_ Weele puton thofe thall praife your excellence, ~ And fet a double varni(h on the fame

‘The french man gave you, bing youin finetogether

__ And wager ore your heads ; he being remiffe,,

: ‘Molt generous, and fres fioniall contriuing,

Prince of Denmarkes

not perule the foyles, fo that with cafe,

ua a Jictle fhuffling, you may choofe, ,

A {word vabated, and in apace of pradtile

Requitehim for your Father.

qaer, Lwill doo't,..

And for purpofe, lle annioynt my fword.

Jboughtan ynétion of a Mountibanck ?

stall, that but dippe a knifeinit,

ee jt drawes blood, no Cataplafme fo rare,

Colleéted from all fimplesthat haue-vertue

Vader the Moone, can faue the thing from death

‘Thatis but (cratcht withall, Ile tutch my point

=

‘With this contag'

|

King. Lets further thinkeof this.

‘Wey what conuenience both oftime and meanes

Moy fitys to our shape if this fhoold fayle,

‘And that our drift looket

Twere better not aflayd, erefore this proieét,

Should havea back or — that mighthold.

Ff this did blaft in proofe foft let me fee; 25

Weelle make a folemne wager on your cunnings,

{ hate, when in your motion you are hoteand dry,

‘As make your bouts more violent to thatend,

‘And that he calls for drinke, le haue prefardhim

AChillice for the nonce, whiereon butfipping, |

Ifhe by chaunce efcape your yenom’d fuck,

ur purpofe may hold theres but ftay, what noyfe2

<ieepa ar aniais Enter Queent.

Qyee. One woe doth tread ypon anothers heele,

‘Sofaft they follows your Sifters drownd Laertess

Laer, Drown’d, 6 where ?

‘That fhowes hishorry leaues inthe glafly flreame,

Therewith fantaftique garlands did the make

e ‘Of Crowflowers, Nettes, Daifes,andlong Purples: z

That liberall Shepheards giveagroffername,

jon, that if Fgall him flightly,it may bedeath,

hrough our bad performance,. »

—* Quee, Thereisa Willow growes afcauntthe Brooke,

Batour cull-cold maydes doe dead mens fingers call them.

‘There onthe pendant bonghes ra cronet weedes.

The Tragedie of Hamlet Clambring to hang, an enuious fliuct broke, When downe her weedy trophies and her felfe Fellin the weeping Brooke, her clothes {pred wide, ‘And Marmatde lice awhilethey borehervp; Which time the chaunted fnatches of old laude, As oneincapable of her owne diflrefley : Or like acreaturenatine and indewed Voto that elamenr, but longit could not be Till chat her garments heauy with theyr drinke, Pald the poore wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.

Laer, Alas, then theis drownd, ‘Buce, Drownd, drownd, Laer. Too much of water haft thou poore Ophelia,

And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet Jtis our tricke, nature her cuftome holds,

Let thame fay whatit will, when thefe are gone,

‘The woman will be out, Adiew my Lord, Thauea fpeech a fire that faine would blafe,

Bat that this folly drownesit. Exit.

King, Let's follow Gertrard, How much I had ro doeto calme his rage, Now feareI this will giueit Martagaine, /

‘Therefore lets follow. Exennt.

Enter two Clovnes.

Cloyne. 1s (hee to be buried in Chriftian bariall, when fhewilfully

feekes her owne faluation ? Sas

Other. Utell thee fheis,therfore male het grauc ftraight, the crow-

ner hath (ate on her, and finds it Chriftian buriall. $5

Clone. How catsthat be, valeile the drown’d herfelfe in her owne

~ defence, Other, Why'tisfound fo, § “ ae

Clowne. Je null be fo offended, itcannot be els, for here Iyesthie

poynt, if [drowne my felfewittingly, it argues an aét , &anvaéthath

three branches, it is to ac, to doe, téperforme, orall; the drowndhet

felfe wittingly. 2 : east t ahd

Other. Nay, butheareyou good man delucr.

‘Clowne. Gine mec leaue, here yes the water, aca tie

many

ge hs

good jherefandsthe 4

Prince of Denmarke. & drowne himfelfe, it iswill

man; 3

he,nill he, he

drowne him, goes, marke you ot bs

he drownes not him! felfe,

hisowne death, fhortens not his ownc life,

hor. But isthis law ?

i I marry rt, Crowners queft law.

1 ha the truth an’t,if

fhould haue been buried ont achriflian buriall.

‘Why therethou fayft, and the more pitty

cein this world to. drowne oF Clowne. Id havc countnaan:

Ae ah theyr eucn Chriften: Come my fpade,

ent gentlemen ‘but Gardners, Ditchers, and Grauemakers,

vp ‘Adams profelsion,

‘Other, Washea gentleman?

Clowne. A-wasthe fit that euer bore Armes.

Je put another queftionto thee,

pole, confefle thy felfe.

, Gocto. Fe

ss Whatis he that builds ftronger then eyther the Mafon,

cht, or the Carpenter. Shypwri; es ‘The gallowes maker,

Clone. Like thy wit wellin g:

ut howe dooesit well ? It dooes w

doottill to fay the gallowes is built ftronger th

doo well to thee. Too't againe,

ood fayth, "

ell to thofe that doill , nowet

come. he gall

Ga)

; eat Vho Duildes ftronger thena Mafon,a Shipwright,

Carpenter. we aif

~ Clone, I,tellme thatand vnyokes :

Others Mary nowLcantells sgt

Clone, Toots 2 a

Other, Maile 1 cannot tell.,

_ Clow. Cudgell thy braines no more ab :

* notmend his pacewith beating, and when youare askt this quel

next, fay agraue-maker, the houfes hee snakes lafts all Doome!

Goe get thee in, and fetch me Tnyouth when I did loue did

Me thoughe it was very {weet

+ Tocontragté the time foramybenone,

» Omethought: sheré a asiothing ames

out it, for your dal affe wil Mion (day.

ifthe man goe to this water ;

cae ‘i ifthe water come to bim, &

argall, he thatis not guilty of

this had not beeneagentlewo-

that great folke hang, théfclues,

there is no aunci- they hold

séthou anfiereft me not to the put-

the

for that out lines a thoufand tenants.

the gallowes does mes ou

hen the Church, argall,

ora

he’

‘chers vouch him no more of his purc!

The Tragedie of Hamlet __ Enter Hamlet and Horatio,

eure His this fellowe no feeling of his bufines? a fings in graue.

Hora, Cuftome hath madeit in him a propertie of eafines, Ham, Tiseen (o,the hand of littleimploiment hath the dintier fen Clow, Butage with his ftealing Reppes

hath clawed me in his clucch, And hath fhipped me into the land,

as if Thad neuer been fuch. Ham. That skull hada tonguein it, and could fing once , how the

knaue iowlesit to the ground,as if twere Caines iawbone, that did the firft murder,this might be the pate of pollitician,which this afle now ore-reaches; one that would circumucnt God, mightit nor? ~

Hora, Icmight my Lord. s Ham, Or of a Courter, which could fay good morrow {weet lord,

How dooft thou {weet lord? This might be my Lord fuch a one, that praifed my lord (ach a oneshorfe when a went to beg it, mightitnot2

_ Hor, \my! aid... Ham. V rhy een fo, & now my Lady wormes Choples, & knockt

about the maflene with aSextens (pade; heere’s fine reuolution and wehad the tricke to fee't, did thefe bones coft no more the breeding,

but to play at loggits with them: mine ake to thinke on’. | * Clow, A pickax anda {padea {pade, Song,

“~ foranda fhrowding theet,

Song.

“Oapit of Clay forto be made a abtach agueftis meet,

Ham There’s another, why may not that be the skull of a Lawyer,

where be his quiddities now, his'quilhites, his cafes, his tenurs, and his

tricks? why dooes he fuffer this madde-knauenow to knocke hima-

bout the, once | with a durtie fhouell, and will not tell him of his afti-

of battery, hum, this fellowe might be in’stime a great buyer of

ith bis Statuts, his recognifances, his fines, his double vou- is recotteries, to hauc his fine pate full of fine dart, will vous

x ite & doubles then the be

and breadth ofa payre of Indentures? The very conueyances of his

Lands will (carcely lyein this box, & malt th’inheritor imfelfehaue -

no more, ha, ;

of theepe-skinnes?

¢quinocation will vine

Hed

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Prince of Denmarke.

d,and cbCalncs stan “ i “3 ;

vhi ¢ outaflurance in . They are Sheepe and Calues which fee

Rie (peak to this fellow, Whofe graue’s this firra?

dat wipe r,or apitofclay fortobe made, cree rehinke it be thineinpdeede, for thou lyelt int, :

be You lic out ont fir,and therefore tis not yours$ for my part

<cearlaeiaeartiee

aoe ae yet tiei “eto bein’t & fay itis thine, tis for the dead;

‘ ‘icke, therefare thou lyeft.

eT eqiitie lye fir, twill away againe from me to you.

Ham, What inan dooftthou diggeit for?

(om. For 10 mai

Ham, What wor

Clow, Fornone® ty :

oe niall ther (oule thee's dead. am, Hlow abtal fe fpeake by the card,or

is three yeeres I

that the toc ofthe

Hora, Umy Lor

hauetooke note of it

n foo! eas tell that,it was that

borne: heethatis mad and fentinto

(oe Vey Gen - Gy. (irw. Very Ctrangely they fay.

Ham, How tran Be ;

~ Han, Vponw Clo», Why hee

-andboy thirty-yeeres,

The Tragedie of Hamlet Ham, How long will a man liei’th earth erehe rot ?

Clow: Faythita be not rotten before a die, as we haue many

Hiecor(es: that will (carceholdthe layingin, awilllat youlomeyaty z eee eyghe

yeere, or nine yeere. A Tanner will laft you nine ycere, ig

Ham. Why he more then another? ~

Clow. Why fir, his hide is fo tand with histrade, that a will kee

out water a great while; & your water isa fore decayer of your ne

fondead body, heer’sa feull now hath lyen youi'th earth 23 sen

Ham. Whofe wasit? i

Clow, A whorfon mad fellowes it was, whofe do you thinkit was?

Ham, Nay I know not. A

Clow. A, peftilence on him fora madderogue, a pourd aflago

Renith on my head once: this fame skull ree Gerroricke skull nd

Kings lefter. “eee

Ham. This? Clow, Ee that. Bam. Alas poore Yoricke, I knew im: Horatio, a fellow of infinite

ieft, of moft excellent fancie, bee hath bore me on his-backe athoue

fand'times,and now how abhorred in:my imagination it is: my gorge

rifes at it. Heere hung thofe lyppes that I haue kift I know not howe

oft, where be your gibes now ?your gamboles, your fongs, your fiz

fhes of mertiment, that were wont to fet the table ona roare, notone

now to mocke your owne grinning, quitechopfalne, Now get you

to my Ladies table, & tell her, let her paint inch thicke, to this fi

nour fhe matt come; make herlaugh att sie ‘

Prethee Horatio tell me onething. %

Hora. What’s that my Lord? z =

Ham, Doollthou thinke vilexander loolktathis fathion ith earth?

Hora. Vien fo. . oat

Ham. And {melt fo pah, sti

Hora. Een fo my Lord. ear Lage

| Baw. To what bale vies wee! may returne Horatio? Why maynot

imagination trace the noble duit of -lexander, ull a findit topping

abunghole? Sh ie

‘or. “Emereto.confider too curioufly to.confiderfo.

‘Ham, No faith, not aiot, butte follow him thether vith modelly

east and likelyhood to leadeit. Alexander dyed, Alexender 3s

buried, -4/-xander rerusieth to duit, the duftis earth , of earth vvee ©

make Lome, & why of that Lome whereto he was conuerted, might

ern

Prince of Denmarke.

oppe a Beare-barrell?

ae Lee dead, and ae to gee

SEL Aoppea hole, to keepe the win away.

Baie which kept the worldinawe,

Should patch a wall expel the waters flaws

Bat fofr, but foft awhile, here comes the King,

The Queene,the ‘Courtiers, who is this they follow?

Andwith fach maimed rites? this doth betoken,

Thecorle they follow, did with defprat hand

Foredooit ownelife, twas of fomeeftate,

Couch wea while and marke,

‘Ter, What Ceremonie els?

Ham. Thatis Laertes avery noble youth, markes

Laer. What Ceremonic els? ;

Doél, Her obfequies have! beenasfarreinlarg’d

Aswehaue warrantie, her death was doubtful,

“Andbut that great commaund ore-fwayes the order,

‘She thould in ground unfanétified been lodg'd

Tillthelafttrumpet: for charitable prayers

Flints and necbles fhould be throwne on here

Yerheere fhe isallow'd her. virgin Crants,

Her mayden ftrewments, andthe bringing home

Ofbell and buriall.

Laer. Multthereno more be doone -

Doll, No more be doone.

‘We thould prophane the feruice of the dead,.

Tofinga Requiem and fuch reft to her

Asto peace-parted foules.

© Taer, Lay heri’th earth,

And from her faire and vnpolluted fleth

May Violets {pring: Ttell thee churlith Prieft.

patios Angeli fhall my fifter be When thou lyeft howling, 4

Ham, What, the faire Ophelia,

Que. Sweets to the weet, farewell,

_ Thop’tthou thoutd’tt haue been my Hamlets: wife,

they Ieper

Enter K. Q. Laertes and

the corfe.

__ Ithought thy bride-bed to haue deckt Sweet maides, * And not haue ftrew'd thy graue.

Me a Tar. treble wos

Bier

The»Tragedie of Hamlet Fall tenne times double on that curfed head, Whole wicked deede thy moft ingenious fence Deprived thee of, hold off che earth awhile, ‘Till [have caught her once more in minearmes;

Now’pile your duft vponthe quicke and dead,

Pill of this flat amountaineyou haue made

To'retop old Pelion, or the skyeth head

Of blew Olympus. Hams. Whatis he whofe eriefe

Beares fuch an emphefis, whole phrafe of forrow

Coniures the wandring ffarres, and makes them fland

Like wonder wounded hearers : this is 1 Hamlet the Dane.

Laer, The deuill take thy foule. Han. Thou pray’ not well , Ivprethee take thy fingers

For though Lam not fpleenatiue rath, (from my throat, Yet haue | in me fomething dangerous,

Which letthy wifedome feare;; hold offthy hand,

King, Pluck them a fanders ‘Quee, Hamlet, Hamlet, All, Gentlemen. Hora, Geod my Lord be quiet. 0) Ham. Why, I will fight with bim vpon this theame

Votill my eye-lids will no longer wagge.

Quce. O my fonne, what theame ?

Han. \oued Ophelia, forty thoufand brothers

Could not with-all theyt quantitie of loue

Make vp my famme. What wilt thou doo for her.

King. O heis mad Laertes. ¥

Quce. For lone of God forbeare him. Ham, S’wounds fliew me what th’owt doe:

Woo't weepe, woo’ fight, woo’ fall, woo't teare thy felfe,

Woo" deinke vp Efill, catea Crocadile? =

Tle doo’t, doo! come heere to whine?’ i

To ovt-face me with leaping ia her griue,

Be buried quicke withher, andfo wilh oes t

And if thou prate of mountaines, let themthrow)

Millions of Acres on vs, till our grounds

ind zing his pate againft the burning Zone

Prince of Denmarke.

Moke Offa Tikeawart, nayand thow’lemouthe,

Jlerantas wellasthou.

, This is meere madnefle, ;

Ae this a while the fit willworkeon him,

tient as the female Doue

as her golden cupletsate difclofed

il] fir drooping.

Tiou'd you et Lie a is ne me

les hi loewhathemay 5

Tecan SSalew. and Dogge will hauebis day. Exit Hamlet

ine. Tpray thee good Horatio waite vpon him. and Horation

nie 4 a eae inourlaft nights {peech,

Weele put the matter to the prefentpufh:

Good Gerrard fer fome watch ouer your fonne,

This graue fall haue a living monuments

Anhoure ofquietthereby fhall we fee

Tellthenin patience our proceeding be. Extitity

Enter Hamlet and Horatio. 4

Han. Somuchforthis fir, now fhallyoufeethe other,

You doe remember all the circumftance, ?

Hira. Remember it my Lord. Bea

Ham, Sicinmy hartthere was a kind of fighting

That would notlerme fleepe, my. thought Tlay :

Worfethen the mutinesin the bilbo, rafhly,

And pray{d be rafhnesforit:lervs knowes: \ Z

Ourindifcretion fomerime ferues vs well esas

When our deepeplors doefall, & tharfhouldlearne vs:

Ther'sa dina rhae fhapesourends, ; ough hewthemhow wewill, 27 Hora, Thatis moft certaine. Ham, Vpfrom my Cabin,

My fea-gowne (carft abourmein th _ GroptI to find outthem, had my defi Fingard their packet, and in'finewith-dr

‘Tomine owneroome, sseceeaeee Neely nosis

“

The Tragedie of Hamlet ‘My feares forgetting manners to vnfold cin

Their graund commifsion 3 where] found Horatio A royall knauery, an exa&t command

Larded with many {cuerall forts of reafons,

Importing Denmarkes health, and Englandstos

With hoe fuch buggesand goblines in my life,

"That on the fuperuilenoleafure bated,

No not to ftay the grinding ofthe Axe,

My head fhould be ftrooke off, Hira. Vitpobible? Ham. Heeres the commifsion, read it at more Teafure,

Bue wilt chou heare now how I did proceed.

Enra) Tbefeech you. Ham. Being thus benetted round with villaines,

Or Icould makea prologueto my brainess

* They had begunne the play, I fatme downe,

Deuifda new commifsion, wroteit faire,

Tonce did hold it as our ftarifts doe, ‘A bafenefle to write faire, and Jabourd much

Howtoforget thar learning, but firnow

Ir did me yemans Ceruice, wiltthou know ‘ThreffeQofwhat I wrote?

Hora, 1 good my Lord. Ham. Anearneftconiuration fromthe King,

As England was his faithful triburary,

‘As loue betweenethem like the palme might floriff,,

As peace fhould ftill her wheaten garland weate

And {tand a Comma tweene their amities, f

And many fuchlike, as fir of greatcharge,

‘That onthe view, and knowing of thefecontents,,

Without debatement further moreor lefle,

He thould thofe bearers purto fuddainedeaths, Nor fhriaingtimealow'd,

Hora, How was this feald ¢

Ham, Wiveorn in that was heauenordinant; ; Thad my fathers fignetin my purfe -

Which wasthe modill of that Danifh (eale,

Folded the writ vp jntheformeéofth’other,

Suberibeit gant thimpreliion, plac’ditfafely,

Prince of Denmarke-

changling neuer knowne snow thenextday

Wasour Seafight, and whatto this was fequent

‘Thouknowelt al iready- i

” Hora. SO Guyldenflerne and Rofencrats ZOetOO.t-

Hum, They arenot neere my confcience, their defeat

“Dooes by their owne infinnuation growes

Tis dangerous when the bafer nature comes

Betweenethe pale and fellincenced points

Ofmighty oppofits.

Gee What aKing is this!

“Han, Dooesit not thinke thee ftand me nowvppon?

Hethahathkild my King, and whor'd my mother,

Pop'tin betweene th’election and my hopes,

Throwne out his Angle for my proper Ife, sopid

Andwith fuch cufhage, PMnot perkec confcience?

Enter 4 Cowrticr. .

Conn, Your Lordfhip is right welcome backe to Denmarke.

Hon, Uhumblethankeyou fir,

Dooft ae this wate fly i Hora, Nomy good Lor ‘ es

Ham, Thy areis themore gracious fortisa vice toknow him,

He hath much land and fertill :Jet abeaft beLord of beafts,and his

crib fhall tand artheKingsmeffe, tis achongh, butas 1 fay:

ousin the pofle(sion of durt. 7 Hee

Com. Sweere Lord, if your Lordfhippe were atleafure,

imparta thing royoufrom his Maieftie. sa aed

‘Han, Iwill receaueit fir withall dilligence of fpirit , your’

tohisright vie, tis for the head. =

Cour. “[thankeyour Lordfhip, it isveryhor. iy 4

Ham, Nobelieueme, tis very cold. sthe wind is Northerly

Cour. Icisindefferent cold my Lord indeed. Bs .

_Ham, Baryet methinkes iris very fully and hot, or my complece

tion, eee :

Cont. Exceedingly my y Lord,

ol eae ear Maietti irhead, Taslayed a great wager onyour

Bes Iieiecchsey ania ES ol Coy. Nay good my Lord for my eafein g00'

Celanese f S Nee inte gentlem

The Lragedie of Hamlet excellent differences, of very oft fociety , anid erase ine? ine Sietese Ipeake ee si hint ; Beets ste eedctaeaned wy try:foryou fhall find in him the contin 4: A ae Be ent of what part'a Gentle.

Ham, Sirphis definement fuffers no perdition it you, r know to deuide him inuentorially nie dazzie rehire memory, andyet but raw neither,in refpeVof his quick faile, bur inthe yeritic of extolment, Etake himto be afouleot creat article, &chis infufion of fuch dearth and rarenefle, as to make trae dixion of him, his femblableis his mirrour, & who els would trace Ait his vmbrage, nothing more. i Got: pel Lordship teas uy infallibly ofhim.

m, Theconcernancy fir, why doe we 2 is our more rawer breath : Ae ees.

Cour. Sir. 28 ; Hoa. Ut nor polsible to vaderftand in ano! cue , youwil ee aie another tongue , you will

Ham. VWhatimports the nomination of this gentleman. Cour. ee ae 4 Hora. His purle is empty already, all’s golden Hai, Of himfr. ae a it ee eae

Con. Tknowyou are notignorant. ~ Ham: I would you-did fir, yet in faithif youdid, it would not muchapprogue me, well fir, : ie “Chi. You aré novignorant of what excellence Laertet is. _ Ham. 1 dare not confeffe that, leaft Tfhould compare with fim inexcellence, bat toknow aman wel, were to knowe himfelfe,

Cou. Umeane fit for this weapon, butin the imputation laideon him, by them in his meed; hee’s ynifellowed. z

Hari.. What's his wedpon'? SARS -_ Gour, Rapier and Dagger. Ham. Thar’s ewo of his ‘weapons, but well, fe

~ Cour, The King firhathwagerd, with him fx Barbary horfés,

againgltthe which hee has impannd as Trake it fix French Rapiers

And Poynards, with their alsignes, as girdle, hanger and fo, Three ‘ofthe catriages in faith , are very déareco fancy, very reponfiueto ‘shehiles, moft delicate carriages, and of ety liberall conceit. ‘e a) EES RA ee seats

beedified “Hara, Tknew you mutt by the margent ere you had

Ga : ; z Jones ©

Prince of Denmarke.

pee The carriage fir are the hangers.

hrafe would bee more Terman to the matter ifwee

ee by our fides, 1 would itbe might hangers tilt

then, buton, fix Barbry horfes againft fix French words their af.

fignes,and three liberall conceited carriages > that’s the French

ber again(t the Danifh, why ssthis all you callit?

~ cor. The King; firshath layd fir,thatina dozen paffesberweene

your felfe and him, hee fhall:nor exceedeyouthree hits, hee hath

jaydon twelue for nine, andit would come to immediate rriall, if

ur Lord fhippe would-vouchfaferhe anfwere.>

Ham. Howit I anfwere no? cog,

Cu. Umeane my Lordthe oppofition of, your perfonin trial.

Him, Sir will walkeheerein the hall, ifit pleafe his Maieftie , it

jsthe breathing time of day.with me; let the oilesbe brought, the

Gentleman willing), and the King hold his purpofesT will winne

for himand L-can, sfnor, I will gaine nothing buemy fhamie, and

theodde hits. Cow. Shall Idelineryoufo?

:

Han. Tothiseffeét fir, after what florifh your nature will.

Cow, Icommend my duty to your Lordfhippe.

Hom, Yours doo’s well to commend. it himfelfe , there are no

tongues els for's turne. : Sat

Hora, This Lapwing runnes away with the fhellomhis head.

Han, A didfo Gr with hisdugge before a fuckritsthus has heand

many moreofthe fame breede that] know’ the drofly agedoteson,.

- only gotthe tune of thetime,.and outofan habit ofincounter » a

kind of hifly coleétion , which carries them through and through

the moft prophane and trennowed opinions and deebutblowe

them to their triall;the bubbles areout.>\ mi suo.

: Entera Lord, * Ind. My Lordshis Maieftie commended himtoyou by youns,

Ofhicke, who brings backe to himthatyou attend himin the hall,

hefends to ae ‘your pleafure hold to play with Laertes, or that:

DD aieaee ene i 1p 3h a A

” Him, Lam conitantto my purpofessthey followe the Kings plea-

-. fare,ifhis fienes {peakes ,.mineis ready snow or whenfoeusr , pro’

sniS [belo ablessaona: reisise set ae yan ae a Nz

The:T'ragedie' of Hamlet Lord. TheKing, and Queene, and all are comming downe?

te, ree ea :

Ht! Lord, The Queene defires youto vfe forme gentle i

|) to Leertes, before you fall to af . aes ae

Ham. Sheewell inftrués me. Hora, YouwillloofemyLord. Ham. I doenotthinke fo, fince he wentinto France, I haue bene

in continual pragtife ; 1fhall winne atthe ods ; chouwould’ftnoe.

thinke how ill all’s heere about my hart, butitis no matter.

| Hora. Nay good my Lord.

| |

Ham, Icisbutfoolerys but itis fachakinde of gamgiuing

would perhapes Sable awomat, fed ae

Hora. Tfyour minde diflike any thing, obayit. J will forftal their

| repaire hether, and fay you are riot fir.

| Han, Nota whit, we defie angurysthercis {peciall prouidencein

the fall of a Sparrowe; ifitbe,tisnotto cone, ifitbe notto come,

jt will be now, ifit be not now, yet it well come, the readinesisall,

ine no man ofought he leaues, knowes whatift to leaue betimes,

ete, ActableprepardsTranapets, Drowns and oficers with Cobian

Kings Queene, and allthe flate;Foilessdlaggersy and Lacrtes.

King. Come Hamlet, comeandtakethishandfromme,

‘Ham. Giue me your pardon fir, I hauedone you wrongs. 9:

Buc pardon’ as you area gentleman, this prefenceknowes,

And youmnift needs haneheard,how]ampunnifhe 2)

Witha fore diftraétion, what J haue done

Thatmight yournature, honor, and exception »

|» Roughly awake, Iheare proclame was madnefle;

Wall Hamlet wronged Laertes? newer Hamlet.

‘Jf Hamlet from himlelfe be taneaways

‘And when hee's not himfelfe, dooes wrong Latrttss bi

Then Hamlet does it nor, Hsmler denies it, iI 4

‘Plamleri; ofthe fa€ion thatis wronged,

_ Hismadneffeis pore Hamletsenimuc,

- Lermy difelainungfromapurposdeutll, Free me fo farrem your moft generous thoughts

“That I haue fhormy arrowe ore the houfe :

Who dooesicthen® his madnefle. Ifthefo, jad 3

—

Prince of Denmarke. ©

‘and hurt my brother.

ps I ou fatisfied in nature,

motiue in this cafe fhould ftirre memoft

Tomy reuendge, butin my tearmes of honor

Jftandaloofe, ‘and will no reconcilement,

Tillby fome elder Maifters of knowne honor

Yhaueavoyceand prefident of peace

Tomy name yngord :but all thattime

[doereceaueyour offerd loue, like loue,

And willnot wrong it.

Han. Tembraceitfrecly,,and will this brothers wager:

franckly play. Giueys the foiles- : fg

Lar, Come, oneforme,

Ham, ebe your foile Laertes, in mineignorance:

Your skill fhail like a ftarrei’ch darkeft night

Stick fiery of indeed. ‘Ler, Youmocke mefir. Han, Noby this hand. King. Gine them thefoiles young, Oitricke, cofin Hanlety.

Youknowe the wager. Ham. Very well ny Lord:

Your grace has layed the ods a’th weeker fide:

King, 1 doenotfeare it, I haue feene you both,

But fince heis better,we haue therefore ods.

\ Laer. This is to heauy :let me fee another. i

Ham. This likes me well, thefefoiles haueallalengehy.’

Of. Imy good Lord. ee

King. Setme the ftoopes of wine vpon that table,

TeHanlet give the firft or fecond hit, Orquitinanfwereofthethird exchanges.

« Letall the battlements their ordnance fires

TheKing fhall drinketo Hamlets berter breath. And in the cup an Onixe fhall lie throwe, Richer then that which foure fucce(sine Kings ‘

InDenmarkes Crowne haue worne : gine methecupsy.

Andlet the kettle to the trumpet pate, aaa

‘The trumpet to the Cannoneere without,

_ The Cannons to theheauens, the heauen to earths,

Re ss

The Tragedie’ of Hamlet NowtheKing drinkesto Hanlet, comebeginne. | Thampets

And youthe Iudges bearea wary eye. the while, Ham, Come onfir: Laer, Comemy Lord. Ham, One. Laer. No. Ham, Judgement. Strick. A hit, avery palpable hit. Drvans, treapets and foi, Laer, Well, againe. Florifl, apeece goesof.

King, Stay, giue me drinke, Hamlet this pearleis thine. Heeres tothy health :ginehim the cup.

Ham, Me play this boutfirft, fet it by awhile Come, another hit. What fay you ?

Lacy, Udoeconfeft. King. Our fonnefhall winne. nee. Hee’s fat and feant ofbreath,

Heere Hamlet take my napkin rub thy browes, The Queene carowfes to thy fortune Hamlet,

Ham, Good Madam, King. Gertraid doenordrinke. Quee, Iwillmy Lord, ] pray you pardon me, King. Itisthe poyfned cup, itis too late, Han. [dare not drinkeyet Madim, by and by. Quee, Come, letmewipe thy face. Lier, My Lord, Ulehivinmnow. King. Idoenot think't: 2

Leet. Andyerivis aimot againftmy confcience. Han. Comefor the third Laotes, es doebut dally,

Ipray you paflewithyour beftviolence Tam fure you make a wanton of me.

Laer, Say youfo, comeon.. Off. Nothing neither way. °° Laer. Haue at yowbow. King, Part them, they areincenft.

Ham, Nay come againe.: 224119 :

© off. Looke tothe Qaeenether@howe. °° Hora, They bleed on both fidesshowisit my Lord ¢ Ofte, Howitt Laertes? > 5 Lar. Why as awoodcockto mi Vee Bane ahs

ares

Tammorean antickeRomainethenaDane,

Pritice of Denmarke. Jam inflly kild with mine owne treachery, ium, How dooes the Queene? King, Shee {ounds to feethem bleed. ute, No, no, thedrinke, the drinke, 6 my deate Hamlet,

Thedrigke the drinke, Yam poyfned. Hum, Ovillanie, how let the doore be lock’t,

Treachery, feeke itout. Lier. Itis heere Hamlet, thou art flaines

Nomedcin inthe world can doethce good,

Intheethere is nothalfean houres life,

" Thetreacherous inftrumencisin my hand Vnbated and enuenom’d, the foule prattife

Hath turn’d it felfe on me, loc heere Iie

Neuer to rifeagaine, thy mother’s poy{ned, Icanno more, theKing, theKings too blame,

Ham. The pointinuenom’d to,then venometo thy worke, All, Treafon, treafon. King. Oyet defend me friends, Lam but hurr, Hon, Heare thou inceftious damned Dane,

_ Drinke of this potion, is the Onixeheere? Follow ey mother,

__ Lay, Heisiuftly {erued, it is a poyfon temperd by himfelfe,, Exchange forgiueneffe with menoble Hamlet, Vlios Mineand my fathers death come not vppon thee; Nor thine on me, .

_ Him. Heauen make thee free ofit, I follow thee 5.~ Tam dead Horatio, wretched Queeneadiew, Youthat lookepale, and trembleattbis chances. > That are but mutes, or audience to this a&t, fl HadI buttime,as this fellfergeant Deaths. -AsftriGtin his arreft, 6 Icould tell you, i eee bs 3 HoratioT am dead, ia F Thou liveft, report me and my caufearighe Tothe vaGiaiee . ~

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