Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "147"
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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
143 To offer it the showe of violence, 1.1.144 144 For it is as the ayre, invulnerable, 1.1.145 145 And our vaine blowes malicious mockery. 1.1.146 146 Bar. It was about to speake when the cock crewe. 1.1.147 147 Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing, 1.1.148 148 Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard, 1.1.149 149 The Cock that is the trumpet to the {morne} <day>, 1.1.150
144 For it is as the ayre, invulnerable, 1.1.145 145 And our vaine blowes malicious mockery. 1.1.146 146 Bar. It was about to speake when the cock crewe. 1.1.147 147 Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing, 1.1.148 148 Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard, 1.1.149 149 The Cock that is the trumpet to the {morne} <day>, 1.1.150 150 Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat 1.1.151
328 As if increase of appetite had growne 1.2.144 329 By what it fed on, and yet within a month, 1.2.145 330 Let me not thinke on't; frailty thy name is woman 1.2.146 331 A little month or ere those shooes were old 1.2.147 332 With which she followed my poore fathers bodie 1.2.148 333 Like Niobe all teares, why she <euen she.> 1.2.149 334 O {God,} <Heauen!> a beast that wants discourse of reason 1.2.150
839 Ham. Nay but swear't. 1.5.145 840 Hora. In faith my Lord not I. 1.5.146 841 Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith. 1.5.146 842 {D4v} Ham. Vppon my sword. 1.5.147 843 Mar. We haue sworne my Lord already. 1.5.147 844 Ham. Indeede vppon my sword, indeed. 1.5.148 845 {Ghost cries vnder the Stage.} 1.5.149
840 Hora. In faith my Lord not I. 1.5.146 841 Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith. 1.5.146 842 {D4v} Ham. Vppon my sword. 1.5.147 843 Mar. We haue sworne my Lord already. 1.5.147 844 Ham. Indeede vppon my sword, indeed. 1.5.148 845 {Ghost cries vnder the Stage.} 1.5.149 845 Ghost. Sweare. <Ghost cries vnder the Stage.> 1.5.149
1173 Admit no messengers, receiue no tokens, 2.2.144 1174 Which done, she tooke the fruites of my aduise: 2.2.145 1175 And he {repell'd,} <repulsed.> a short tale to make, 2.2.146 1176 Fell into a sadnes, then into a fast, 2.2.147 1177 Thence to a {wath} <Watch>, thence into a weakenes, 2.2.148 1178 Thence to <a> lightnes, and by this declension, 2.2.149 1179 Into the madnes {wherein} <whereon> now he raues, 2.2.150
2527 Would gambole from, mother for loue of grace, 3.4.144 2528 Lay not {that} <a> flattering vnction to your soule 3.4.145 2529 That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes, 3.4.146 2530 It will but skin and filme the vlcerous place 3.4.147 2531 {Whiles} <Whil'st> ranck corruption mining all within 3.4.148 2532 Infects vnseene, confesse your selfe to heauen, 3.4.149 2533 Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come, 3.4.150
2893 Laer. None but his enemies, 4.5.145 2894 King. Will you know them then? 4.5.145 2895 Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes, 4.5.146 2896 And like the kind life-rendring {Pelican} <Politician>, 4.5.147 2897 Repast them with my blood. 4.5.148 2898 King. Why now you speake 4.5.148 2899 Like a good child, and a true Gentleman. 4.5.149