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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "217"

The Tragedie of
H A M L E T

Prince of Denmarke.

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   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
   220        King. We doubt it nothing, hartely farwell.	1.2.41

   
   
   
   
   
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   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
   413       And vanisht from our sight.	1.2.220

   
   
   
   
   
3. 

   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
   1263-4  Pol. You goe to seeke {the} <my> Lord Hamlet, there | he is.

   
   
   
   
   
4. 

   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
   2086     Each opposite that blancks the face of ioy,	3.2.220

   
   
   
   
   
5. 

   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}	..
   2586+1                                {and Guyldensterne}.

   
   
   
   
   
6. 

   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
   2970     And where th'offence is, let the great axe fall.	4.5.219

   
   
   
   
   
7. 

   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.>
   3407     The Queene, the Courtiers, who is {this} <that> they follow? {Laertes and}	5.1.218