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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "227"

The Tragedie of
H A M L E T

Prince of Denmarke.

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   224       You cannot speake of reason to the Dane	1.2.44
   225       And lose your voyce; what wold'st thou begge Laertes,?	1.2.45
   226       That shall not be my offer, not thy asking,	1.2.46
   227       The head is not more natiue to the hart	1.2.47
   228       The hand more instrumentall to the mouth	1.2.48
   229       Then is the throne of Denmarke to thy father,	1.2.49
   230       What would'st thou haue Laertes?	1.2.50

   
   
   
   
   
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   419       Hold you the watch to night?	1.2.225
   420        {All} <Both>. We doe my Lord.	1.2.225
   421        Ham. Arm'd say you?	1.2.226
   422        {All} <Both>. Arm'd my Lord.	1.2.227
   423        Ham. From top to toe?	1.2.228
   424        {All} <Both>. My Lord from head to foote.	1.2.228
   425        Ham. Then sawe you not his face{.} <?>	1.2.229

   
   
   
   
   
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   1268      Ros. My most deere Lord.	2.2.223
   1269-70  Ham. My {extent} <excellent> good friends, how doost thou | Guyldersterne?
   1270-1 {A} <Oh,> Rosencraus, good lads how doe {you} <ye> | both?
   1272      Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.	2.2.227
   1273      Guyl. Happy, in that we are not {euer happy on Fortunes lap,} <ouer- happy: on For->	2.2.229
   1274     <tunes Cap,>We are not the very button.	2.2.229
   1275      Ham. Nor the soles of her shooe.	2.2.230

   
   
   
   
   
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   2090      <Ham. If she should breake it now.>	3.2.224
   2091-2  King. Tis deeply sworne, | sweet leaue me heere a while,
   2093     My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile	3.2.226
   2094     The tedious day with sleepe.	3.2.227
   2095      Quee. Sleepe rock thy braine,                   <Sleepes>	3.2.227
   2096     And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. {Exeunt.} <Exit>	3.2.228
   2097      Ham. Madam, how like you this play?	3.2.229

   
   
   
   
   
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   2091-2  King. Tis deeply sworne, | sweet leaue me heere a while,
   2093     My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile	3.2.226
   2094     The tedious day with sleepe.	3.2.227
   2095      Quee. Sleepe rock thy braine,                   <Sleepes>	3.2.227
   2096     And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. {Exeunt.} <Exit>	3.2.228
   2097      Ham. Madam, how like you this play?	3.2.229
   2098      Quee. The Lady {doth protest} <protests> too much mee thinks.	3.2.230

   
   
   
   
   
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   3413      Ham. That is Laertes a very noble youth, marke.	5.1.224
   3414      Laer. What Ceremonie els?	5.1.225
   3415      {Doct.} <Priest.> Her obsequies haue been as farre inlarg'd	5.1.262
   3416     As we haue {warrantie} <warrantis>, her death was doubtfull,	5.1.227
   3417     And but that great commaund ore-swayes the order,	5.1.228
   3418     She should in ground vnsanctified {been} <haue> lodg'd	5.1.229
   3419     Till the last trumpet: for charitable {prayers} <praier>,	5.1.230