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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "215"

The Tragedie of
H A M L E T

Prince of Denmarke.

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   212       Out of his subiect, and we heere dispatch	1.2.33
   213       You good Cornelius, and you Valtemand,	1.2.34
   214       For {bearers} <bearing> of this greeting to old Norway,	1.2.35
   215       Giuing to you no further personall power	1.2.36
   216       To busines with the King, more then the scope	1.2.37
   217       Of these {delated} <dilated> articles allowe:	1.2.38
   218       Farwell, and let your hast commend your dutie.	1.2.39

   
   
   
   
   
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   405        Mar. My Lord vppon the platforme where we {watch} <watcht>,	1.2.213
   406        Ham. Did you not speake to it?	1.2.214
   407        Hora. My Lord I did,	1.2.214
   408       But answere made it none, yet once me thought	1.2.215
   409       It lifted vp it head, and did addresse	1.2.216
   410       It selfe to motion like as it would speake:	1.2.217
   411       But euen then the morning Cock crewe loude,	1.2.218

   
   
   
   
   
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   2080     That our deuises still are ouerthrowne,	3.2.212
   2081     Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne,	3.2.213
   2082     So thinke thou wilt no second husband wed,	3.2.214
   2083     But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead.	3.2.215
   2084      {Quee} <Bap>.. Nor earth to {me giue} <giue me> foode, nor heauen light,	3.2.216
   2085     Sport and repose lock from me day and night,	3.2.217
   2085+1 {To desperation turne my trust and hope,}	3.2.218

   
   
   
   
   
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   2579     Ile lugge the guts into the neighbour roome;	3.4.212
   2580     Mother {good night indeed,} <goodnight. Indeede> this Counsayler	3.4.213
   2581     Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,	3.4.214
   2582     Who was in life a {most} foolish prating knaue.	3.4.215
   2583     Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.	3.4.216
   2584     Good night mother. {Exit.}	3.4.217
   2585     <Exit Hamlet tugging in Polonius.>	..

   
   
   
   
   
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   2962     To giue it due content.	4.5.213
   2963      Laer. Let this be so.	4.5.213
   2964     His meanes of death, his obscure {funerall,} <buriall;>	4.5.214
   2965     No {trophe sword} <Trophee, Sword>, nor hatchment ore his bones,	4.5.215
   2966     No noble {right} <rite>, nor formall ostentation,	4.5.216
   2967     Cry to be heard as twere from heauen to earth,	4.5.217
   2968     That I must {call't} <call> in question.	4.5.218

   
   
   
   
   
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   3399     {M4} they not stoppe a Beare-barrell?	5.1.212
   3400     {Imperious} <Imperiall> Cæsar dead, and turn'd to Clay,	5.1.213
   3401     Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the wind away.	5.1.214
   3402     O that that earth which kept the world in awe,	5.1.215
   3403     Should patch a wall t'expell the {waters} <winters> flaw.	5.1.216
   3404     But soft, but soft {awhile,} <aside;> here comes the King, {Enter K. Q.}	5.1.217
   3405     <Enter King, Queene, Laertes, and a Coffin,>	5..