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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
282 Why should we in our peuish opposition 1.2.100 283 Take it to hart, fie, tis a fault to heauen, 1.2.101 284 A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 1.2.102 285 To reason most absurd, whose common theame 1.2.103 286 Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed 1.2.104 287 From the first {course} <Coarse>, till he that died to day 1.2.105 288 This must be so: we pray you throw to earth 1.2.106
2154 This Realme dismantled was 3.2.283 2154-5 Of Ioue himselfe, | and now raignes heere 2156 A very very paiock. 3.2.284 2157 Hora. You might haue rym'd. 3.2.285 2158-9 Ham. O good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for | a thousand 2159 pound. Did'st perceiue? 3.2.287 2160 Hora. Very well my Lord. 3.2.288
3480 {N1} Make Ossa like a wart, nay and thou'lt mouthe, 5.1.283 3481 Ile rant as well as thou. 5.1.284 3482 {Quee.} <Kin.> This is meere madnesse, 5.1.284 3483 And {this} <thus> a while the fit will worke on him, 5.1.285 3484 Anon as patient as the female Doue 5.1.286 3485 When that her golden {cuplets} <Cuplet> are disclosed 5.1.287 3486 His silence will sit drooping. 5.1.288
3750 Heeres to thy health: giue him the cup. 5.2.283 3751 <Trumpets sound, and shot goes off.> .. 3752 Ham. Ile play this bout first, set {it} by a while 5.2.284 3753 Come, another hit. What say you? 5.2.285 3754 Laer. <A touch, a touch,> I doe {confest} <confesse>. 5.2.286 3755 King. Our sonne shall winne. 5.2.287 3756 Quee. Hee's fat and scant of breath. 5.2.287