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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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 1.2.108 291 You are the most imediate to our throne, 1.2.109
1332-3 obligation of our euer preserued loue; | and by what more deare a 1333-4 better proposer {can} <could> charge | you withall, bee euen and direct with 1334-5 me whether you | were sent for or no. 1336 Ros. What say you. 2.2.288 1337-8 Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you? if you loue me | hold not of. 1339 Guyl. My Lord we were sent for. 2.2.292 1340-1 Ham. I will tell you why, so shall my anticipation | preuent your
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 2163 <Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.> ..
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 3489 I lou'd you euer, but it is no matter, 5.1.290
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 3489 I lou'd you euer, but it is no matter, 5.1.290 3490 Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may 5.1.291
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 3760 King. Gertrard doe not drinke. 5.2.290