Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "292"
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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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, 1.2.109 292 And with no lesse nobilitie of loue 1.2.110 293 Then that which dearest father beares his sonne, 1.2.111 294 Doe I impart {toward you for} <towards you. For> your intent 1.2.112 295 In going back to schoole in Wittenberg, 1.2.113
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 1341-2 discouery, {and} <of> your secrecie to the King & | Queene moult no fea- 1342-3 ther, I haue of late, but wherefore | I knowe not, lost all my mirth,
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.> .. 2164 {H3v} Ham. {Ah ha,} <Oh, ha?> come some musique, come the Recorders, 3.2.292 2165 For if the King like not the Comedie, 3.2.293 2166 Why then belike he likes it not perdy. 3.2.294 2167 Come, some musique. 3.2.295
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 3491 The Cat will mew, and Dogge will haue his day. Exit {Hamlet} 5.1.292 3492 King. I pray {thee} <you> good Horatio waite vpon him. {and Horatio}. 5.1.293 3493 Strengthen {your} <you> patience in our last nights speech, 5.1.294 3494 Weele put the matter to the present push: 5.1.295
3759 Ham. Good Madam. 5.2.290 3760 King. Gertrard doe not drinke. 5.2.290 3761-2 Quee. I will my Lord, | I pray you pardon me. 3763 King. It is the poysned cup, it is too late. 5.2.292 3764-5 Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam, | by and by. 3766 Quee. Come, let me wipe thy face. 5.2.294 3767 Laer. My Lord, Ile hit him now. 5.2.295