Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "245"
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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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{.}<?> 1.2.64 245 Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kind. 1.2.65 246 King. How is it that the clowdes still hang on you. 1.2.66 247 Ham. Not so {much} my Lord, I am too much {in the sonne} <i'th'Sun>. 1.2.67 248 Queene. Good Hamlet cast thy {nighted} <nightly> colour off 1.2.68
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 1.2.244 446 And bid me hold my peace; I pray you all 1.2.245 447 If you haue hetherto conceald this sight 1.2.246 448 Let it be {tenable} <treble> in your silence still, 1.2.247 449 And {what someuer} <whatsoeuer> els shall hap to night, 1.2.248
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 1291 < Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Con- > 2.2.245 1292 <fines, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'> 2.2.246 1293 <worst.> 2.2.247 1294 < Rosin. We thinke not so my Lord.> 2.2.248
2110-2 let the {gauled} <gall'd> Iade winch, our withers are vnwrong. | <Enter Lucianus.> | This is one Lu- 2112 cianus, Nephew to the King. 3.2.244 2111 {Enter Lucianus.} .. 2113 Oph. You are {as good as a} <a good> Chorus my Lord. 3.2.245 2114 Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue 3.2.246 2115 {H3} If I could see the puppets dallying. 3.2.247 2116 Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene. 3.2.248
3434 Ham. What, the faire Ophelia. 5.1.242 3435 Quee. Sweets to the sweet, farewell, 5.1.243 3436 I hop't thou should'st haue been my Hamlets wife, 5.1.244 3437 I thought thy bride-bed to haue deckt sweet maide, 5.1.245 3438 And not {haue} <t'haue> strew'd thy graue. 5.1.246 3439 Laer. O {treble woe} <terrible woer,> 5.1.246 3440 {M4v} Fall tenne times {double} <trebble,> on that cursed head, 5.1.247
3695 That I haue shot {my} <mine> arrowe ore the house 5.2.243 3696 {N4} And hurt my {brother} <Mother>. 5.2.244 3697 Laer. I am satisfied in nature, 5.2.244 3698 Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most 5.2.245 3699 To my reuendge, but in my tearmes of honor 5.2.246 3700 I stand a loofe, and will no reconcilement, 5.2.247 3701 Till by some elder Maisters of knowne honor 5.2.248