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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "287"

The Tragedie of
H A M L E T

Prince of Denmarke.

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   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
   289       This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs	1.2.107
   290       As of a father, for let the world take note	1.2.108

   
   
   
   
   
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   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
   2161      Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysning.	3.2.289
   2162      Hor. I did very well note him.	3.2.290

   
   
   
   
   
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   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
   3487      Ham. Heare you sir,	5.1.288
   3488     What is the reason that you vse me thus?	5.1.289

   
   
   
   
   
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   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
   3757     {Heere Hamlet take my} <Heere's a> napkin rub thy browes,	5.2.288
   3758     The Queene carowses to thy fortune Hamlet.	5.2.289

   
   
   
   
   
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   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
   3757     {Heere Hamlet take my} <Heere's a> napkin rub thy browes,	5.2.288
   3758     The Queene carowses to thy fortune Hamlet.	5.2.289
   3759      Ham. Good Madam.	5.2.290