Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "241"
Q2 Enfolded F1 Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "241"
The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
240 Polo. <He> Hath my Lord {wroung from me my slowe leaue} 1.2.58 240+1 {By laboursome petition, and at last} 1.2.59 240+2 {Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,} 1.2.60 241 {B4v} I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe. 1.2.61 242 King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine 1.2.62 243 And thy best graces spend it at thy will: 1.2.63 244 But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my sonne{.}<?> 1.2.64
438 Hora. Not when I saw't. 1.2.239 439 Ham. His beard was {grissl'd,} <grisly?> no. 1.2.239 440 Hora. It was as I haue seene it in his life 1.2.240 441 A sable siluer'd. 1.2.241 441+1 {C3} Ham. {I will} <Ile> watch to {nigh} <Night;> 442 Perchaunce twill {walke} <wake> againe. 1.2.241 443 Hora. I {warn't} <warrant you> it will. 1.2.242
440 Hora. It was as I haue seene it in his life 1.2.240 441 A sable siluer'd. 1.2.241 441+1 {C3} Ham. {I will} <Ile> watch to {nigh} <Night;> 442 Perchaunce twill {walke} <wake> againe. 1.2.241 443 Hora. I {warn't} <warrant you> it will. 1.2.242 444 Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person, 1.2.243 445 Ile speake to it though hell it selfe should gape 1.2.244
1282-3 Ros. None my Lord, but <that> the worlds growne | honest. 1284-5 Ham. Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is | not true; 1285 <Let me question more in particular: what haue> 2.2.240 1286 <you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune,> 2.2.241 1287 <that she sends you to Prison hither?> 2.2.241 1288 < Guil. Prison, my Lord?> 2.2.242 1289 < Ham. Denmark's a Prison.> 2.2.243
1284-5 Ham. Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is | not true; 1285 <Let me question more in particular: what haue> 2.2.240 1286 <you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune,> 2.2.241 1287 <that she sends you to Prison hither?> 2.2.241 1288 < Guil. Prison, my Lord?> 2.2.242 1289 < Ham. Denmark's a Prison.> 2.2.243 1290 < Rosin. Then is the World one.> 2.2.244
3429 Laer. Lay her i'th earth, 5.1.238 3430 And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh 5.1.239 3431 May Violets spring: I tell thee churlish Priest, 5.1.240 3432 A ministring Angell shall my sister be 5.1.241 3433 When thou lyest howling. 5.1.242 3434 Ham. What, the faire Ophelia. 5.1.242 3435 Quee. Sweets to the sweet, farewell, 5.1.243
3690 Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged, 5.2.238 3691 His madnesse is poore Hamlets enimie, 5.2.239 3692 <Sir, in this Audience,> 5.2.240 3693 Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill, 5.2.241 3694 Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts 5.2.242 3695 That I haue shot {my} <mine> arrowe ore the house 5.2.243 3696 {N4} And hurt my {brother} <Mother>. 5.2.244