Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "216"
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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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. 1.2.39 219 {Cor.} Vo. In that, and all things will we showe our dutie. 1.2.40
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, 1.2.218 412 And at the sound it shrunk in hast away 1.2.219
1256 <My Honourable Lord, I will most humbly> 2.2.213 1257 <take my leaue of you.> 2.2.214 1258 <Oo3v> Ham. You cannot <Sir> take from mee any thing that I | will {not} more 2.2. 1259 willingly part withall: except my life, {except my life, except} my 2.2.216 1260 life. {Enter Guyldersterne, and Rosencraus.} 2.2.217 1261 Pol. Fare you well my Lord. 2.2.218 1262 Ham. These tedious old fooles. 2.2.219
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 2085+2 {And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope,} 3.2.219
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.> .. 2586 Eenter King {, and Queene, with Rosencraus} ..
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 2969 King. So you shall, 4.5.218
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.. 3406 <with Lords attendant.>
3661-2 thinke how {ill all's} <all> heere {about} <a-| bout> my hart, but it is no matter. 3663 Hora. Nay good my Lord. 5.2.214 3664-5 Ham. It is but foolery, but it is such a kinde of {gamgiuing,} | <gain-giuing> as 3665 would perhapes trouble a woman. 5.2.216 3666-7 Hora. If your minde dislike any thing, obay {it}. I will {forstal} <fore-| stall> their 3667 repaire hether, and say you are not fit. 5.2.218 3668-9 Ham. Not a whit, we defie augury, {there is} <there's a> speciall | prouidence,in