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Enfolded Hamlet: Enfolded Search for "77"
The Tragedie of
H A M L E T
Prince of Denmarke.
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74 Mar. Is it not like the King? 1.1.58 75 Hora. As thou art to thy selfe. 1.1.59 76 Such was the very Armor he had on, 1.1.60 77 When {he the ambitious} <th'Ambitious> Norway combated, 1.1.61 78 So frownd he once, when in an angry parle 1.1.62 79 He smot the {sleaded pollax} <sledded Pollax> on the ice. 1.1.63 80 Tis strange. 1.1.64 -
90 And forraine marte, for implements of warre, 1.1.74 91 Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske 1.1.75 92 Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke, 1.1.76 93 What might be toward that this sweaty hast 1.1.77 94 Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day, 1.1.78 95 Who ist that can informe mee? 1.1.79 96 Hora. That can I. 1.1.79 -
255 Quee. If it be 1.2.74 256 VVhy seemes it so perticuler with thee. 1.2.75 257 Ham. Seemes Maddam, nay it is, I know not seemes, 1.2.76 258 Tis not alone my incky cloake {coold} <good> mother 1.2.77 259 Nor customary suites of solembe blacke 1.2.78 260 Nor windie suspiration of forst breath 1.2.79 261 No, nor the fruitfull riuer in the eye, 1.2.80 -
539 {Or} <Are> of a most select and {generous, chiefe} <generous cheff> in that: 1.3.74 540 Neither a borrower nor a lender {boy,} <be;> 1.3.75 541 For {loue} <lone> oft looses both it selfe, and friend, 1.3.76 542 And borrowing {dulleth} <dulls the> edge of husbandry; 1.3.77 543 This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true 1.3.78 544 And it must followe as the night the day 1.3.79 545 Thou canst not then be false to any man: 1.3.80 -
663 And draw you into madnes, thinke of it, 1.4.74 663+1 {The very place puts toyes of desperation} 1.4.75 663+2 {Without more motiue, into euery braine} 1.4.76 663+3 {That lookes so many fadoms to the sea} 1.4.77 663+4 {And heares it rore beneath.} 1.4.78 664 Ham. It {waues} <wafts> me still, Goe on, Ile followe thee. 1.4.79 665 Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. 1.4.80 -
759 Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand, 1.5.74 760 Of life, of Crowne, {of} <and> Queene at once dispatcht, 761 Cut off euen in the blossomes of my sinne, 1.5.76 762 Vnhuzled, disappointed, {vnanueld} <vnnaneld>, 1.5.77 763 No {reckning} <reckoning> made, but sent to my account 1.5.78 764 Withall my imperfections on my head, 1.5.79 765 O horrible, ô horrible, most horrible. 1.5.80 -
973 Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my {closset} <Chamber>, 2.1.74 974 Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd, 2.1.75 975 No hat vpon his head, his stockins fouled, 2.1.76 976 Vngartred, and downe gyued to his ancle, 2.1.77 977 Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, 2.1.78 978 And with a looke so pittious in purport 2.1.79 979 As if he had been loosed out of hell 2.1.80 -
1099 And his commission to imploy those souldiers 2.2.74 1100 So leuied (as before) against the Pollacke, 2.2.75 1101 With an entreatie heerein further shone, 2.2.76 1102 That it might please you to giue quiet passe 2.2.77 1103 Through your dominions for {this} <his> enterprise 2.2.78 1104 On such regards of safety and allowance 2.2.79 1105 As therein are set downe. 2.2.80 -
1729 When he himselfe might his quietas make 3.1.74 1730 With a bare bodkin; who would <these> fardels beare, 3.1.75 1731 To grunt and sweat vnder a wearie life, 3.1.76 1732 But that the dread of something after death, 3.1.77 1733 The {vndiscouer'd} <vndiscouered> country, from whose borne 3.1.78 1734 {G2v} No trauiler returnes, puzzels the will, 3.1.79 1735 And makes vs rather beare those ills we haue, 3.1.80 -
1925 As I doe thee. Something too much of this, 3.2.74 1926 There is a play to night before the King, 3.2.75 1927 One scene of it comes neere the circumstance 3.2.76 1928 Which I haue told thee of my fathers death, 3.2.77 1929 I prethee when thou seest that act a foote, 3.2.78 1930 Euen with the very comment of {thy} <my> soule 3.2.79 1931 Obserue {my} <mine> Vncle, if his occulted guilt 3.2.80 -
2351 And now Ile doo't, and so {a} <he> goes to heauen, 3.3.74 2352 And so am I {reuendge} <reueng'd>, that would be scand 3.3.75 2353 A villaine kills my father, and for that, 3.3.76 2354 I his {sole} <foule> sonne, doe this same villaine send 3.3.77 2355 To heauen. 3.3.79 2355 {Why,} <Oh> this is {base and silly} <hyre and Sallery>, not reuendge, 3.3.79 2356 {A} <He> tooke my father grosly full of bread, 3.3.80 -
2455+3 {Nor sence to extacie was nere so thral'd} 3.4.74 2455+4 {But it reseru'd some quantity of choise} 3.4.75 2455+5 {To serue in such a difference,} what deuill wast 2456 That thus hath cosund you at hodman blind; 3.4.77 2456+1 {Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,} 3.4.78 2456+2 {Eares without hands, or eyes, smelling sance all,} 3.4.79 2456+3 {Or but a sickly part of one true sence} 3.4.80 -
2809-10 Sweet Ladyes | god night, god night. <Exit.> 2811-2 King. Follow her close, | giue her good watch I pray you. 2813-4 O this is the poyson of deepe griefe, it springs | all from her Fathers 2814 death, {and now behold,} ô Gertrard, Gertrard, 4.5.77 2815 When sorrowes {come} <comes>, they come not single spyes, 4.5.78 2816 But in {battalians:} <Battaliaes.> first her Father slaine, 4.5.79 2817 Next, your sonne gone, and he most violent Author 4.5.80 -
3078+8 {Did not together plucke such enuie from him} 4.7.75 3078+9 {As did that one, and that in my regard} 4.7.76 3078+10 {Of the vnworthiest siedge.} 4.7.76 3078+11 {Laer. What part is that my Lord?} 4.7.77 3078+12 {King. A very ribaud in the cap of youth,} 4.7.78 3078+13 {Yet needfull to, for youth no lesse becomes} 4.7.79 3078+14 {The light and carelesse liuery that it weares} 4.7.80 -
3166 When downe {her} <the> weedy trophies and her selfe 4.7.74 3167 Fell in the weeping Brooke, her clothes spred wide, 4.7.75 3168 And Marmaide like awhile they bore her vp, 4.7.76 3169 Which time she chaunted snatches of old {laudes} <tunes>, 4.7.77 3170 As one incapable of her owne distresse, 4.7.78 3171 Or like a creature natiue and indewed 4.7.79 3172 Vnto that elament, but long it could not be 4.7.80 -
3373-4 iest, of most excellent fancie, hee | hath {bore} <borne> me on his backe a thou- 5.1.185 3374-5 sand times, and {now} how | abhorred {in} my imagination {it} is: my gorge 3375-6 rises at it. Heere | hung those lyppes that I haue kist I know not howe 3376-7 oft, | where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your | songs, your fla- 3378-9 shes of merriment, that were wont to | set the table on a roare, {not} <No> one 3379-80 now to mocke your owne {grinning,} | <Ieering?> quite chopfalne. Now get you 3380-2 to my Ladies {table} | <Chamber>, & tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this | fa- -
3579 <Then to say one: but I am very sorry good Horatio,> 5.2.74 3580 <That to Laertes I forgot my selfe;> 5.2.75 3581 <For by the image of my Cause, I see> 5.2.76 3582 <The Portraiture of his; Ile count his fauours:> 5.2.77 3583 <But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me> 5.2.78 3584 <Into a Towring passion.> 5.2.79 3585 <Hor. Peace, who comes heere?> 5.2.80