Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "245"
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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "245"
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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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242 King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine 1.2.62 243 And thy best graces spend it at thy will: 1.2.63 244 But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my sonne{.}<?> 1.2.64 245 Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kind. 1.2.65 246 King. How is it that the clowdes still hang on you. 1.2.66 247 Ham. Not so {much} my Lord, I am too much {in the sonne} <i'th'Sun>. 1.2.67 248 Queene. Good Hamlet cast thy {nighted} <nightly> colour off 1.2.68 ![]()
443 Hora. I {warn't} <warrant you> it will. 1.2.242 444 Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person, 1.2.243 445 Ile speake to it though hell it selfe should gape 1.2.244 446 And bid me hold my peace; I pray you all 1.2.245 447 If you haue hetherto conceald this sight 1.2.246 448 Let it be {tenable} <treble> in your silence still, 1.2.247 449 And {what someuer} <whatsoeuer> els shall hap to night, 1.2.248 ![]()
1288 < Guil. Prison, my Lord?> 2.2.242 1289 < Ham. Denmark's a Prison.> 2.2.243 1290 < Rosin. Then is the World one.> 2.2.244 1291 < Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Con- > 2.2.245 1292 <fines, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'> 2.2.246 1293 <worst.> 2.2.247 1294 < Rosin. We thinke not so my Lord.> 2.2.248 ![]()
2110-2 let the {gauled} <gall'd> Iade winch, our withers are vnwrong. | <Enter Lucianus.> | This is one Lu- 2112 cianus, Nephew to the King. 3.2.244 2111 {Enter Lucianus.} .. 2113 Oph. You are {as good as a} <a good> Chorus my Lord. 3.2.245 2114 Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue 3.2.246 2115 {H3} If I could see the puppets dallying. 3.2.247 2116 Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene. 3.2.248 ![]()
3434 Ham. What, the faire Ophelia. 5.1.242 3435 Quee. Sweets to the sweet, farewell, 5.1.243 3436 I hop't thou should'st haue been my Hamlets wife, 5.1.244 3437 I thought thy bride-bed to haue deckt sweet maide, 5.1.245 3438 And not {haue} <t'haue> strew'd thy graue. 5.1.246 3439 Laer. O {treble woe} <terrible woer,> 5.1.246 3440 {M4v} Fall tenne times {double} <trebble,> on that cursed head, 5.1.247 ![]()
3695 That I haue shot {my} <mine> arrowe ore the house 5.2.243 3696 {N4} And hurt my {brother} <Mother>. 5.2.244 3697 Laer. I am satisfied in nature, 5.2.244 3698 Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most 5.2.245 3699 To my reuendge, but in my tearmes of honor 5.2.246 3700 I stand a loofe, and will no reconcilement, 5.2.247 3701 Till by some elder Maisters of knowne honor 5.2.248