Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "249"
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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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 1.2.68 249 And let thine eye looke like a friend on Denmarke, 1.2.69 250 Doe not for euer with thy {vailed} <veyled> lids 1.2.70 251 Seeke for thy noble Father in the dust, 1.2.71 252 Thou know'st tis common all that liues must die, 1.2.72
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, 1.2.248 450 Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue, 1.2.249 451 I will requite your loues, so farre {you} <ye> well: 1.2.250 452 Vppon the platforme twixt a leauen and twelfe 1.2.251 453 Ile visite you. 1.2.252
3439 Laer. O {treble woe} <terrible woer,> 5.1.246 3440 {M4v} Fall tenne times {double} <trebble,> on that cursed head, 5.1.247 3441 Whose wicked deede thy most ingenious sence 5.1.248 3442 Depriued thee of, hold off the earth a while, 5.1.249 3443 Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes; 5.1.250 3444 <Leaps in the graue.> .. 3445 Now pile your dust vpon the quicke and dead, 5.1.251
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 3702 I haue a voyce and president of peace 5.2.249 3703 To <keepe> my name {vngord:} <vngorg'd.> but {all} <till> that time 5.2.250 3704 I doe receaue your offerd loue, like loue, 5.2.251 3705 And will not wrong it. 5.2.252