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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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 81 Mar. Thus twice before, and {iump} <iust> at this dead houre, 1.1.65 82 With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch. 1.1.66 83 Hora. In what perticular thought{,} to worke<,> I know not, 1.1.67 84 But in the grosse and scope of {mine} <my> opinion, 1.1.68
95 Who ist that can informe mee? 1.1.79 96 Hora. That can I. 1.1.79 97 <nn5> At least the whisper goes so; our last King, 1.1.80 98 Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs, 1.1.81 99 Was as you knowe by Fortinbrasse of Norway, 1.1.82 100 Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride 1.1.83 101 Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet, 1.1.84
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, 1.2.80 262 Nor the deiected hauior of the visage 1.2.81 263 Together with all formes, moodes, {chapes} <shewes> of griefe 1.2.82 264 That can {deuote} <denote> me truely, these indeede seeme, 1.2.83 265 For they are actions that a man might play 1.2.84
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: 1.3.80 546 Farwell, my blessing season this in thee. 1.3.81 547 Laer. Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord. 1.3.82 548 Pol. The time {inuests you} <inuites you,> goe, your seruants tend. 1.3.83 549 Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well 1.3.84
664 Ham. It {waues} <wafts> me still, Goe on, Ile followe thee. 1.4.79 665 Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. 1.4.80 666 Ham. Hold of your {hands} <hand>. 1.4.80 667 Hora. Be rul'd, you shall not goe. 1.4.81 668 Ham. My fate cries out 1.4.81 669 And makes each petty arture in this body 1.4.82 670 As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue; 1.4.83
665 Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. 1.4.80 666 Ham. Hold of your {hands} <hand>. 1.4.80 667 Hora. Be rul'd, you shall not goe. 1.4.81 668 Ham. My fate cries out 1.4.81 669 And makes each petty arture in this body 1.4.82 670 As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue; 1.4.83 671 Still am I cald{,} <?> vnhand me Gentlemen 1.4.84
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. 1.5.80 766 If thou hast nature in thee beare it not, 1.5.81 767 {D3v} Let not the royall bed of Denmarke be 1.5.82 768 A couch for luxury and damned incest. 1.5.83 769 But {howsomeuer} <howsoeuer> thou {pursues} <pursuest> this act, 1.5.84
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 2.1.80 980 To speake of horrors, he comes before me. 2.1.81 981 Pol. Mad for thy loue? 2.1.82 982 Oph. My lord I doe not know, 2.1.83 982 But truly I doe feare it. 2.1.83
1104 On such regards of safety and allowance 2.2.79 1105 As therein are set downe. 2.2.80 1106 King. It likes vs well, 2.2.80 1107 And at our more considered time, wee'le read, 2.2.81 1108 Answer, and thinke vpon this busines: 2.2.82 1109 Meane time, we thanke you for your well tooke labour, 2.2.83 1110 Goe to your rest, at night weele feast together, 2.2.84
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 1736 Then flie to others that we know not of. 3.1.81 1737 Thus conscience dooes make cowards <of vs all>, 3.1.82 1738 And thus the natiue hiew of resolution 3.1.83 1739 Is {sickled} <sicklied> ore with the pale cast of thought, 3.1.84
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 1932 Doe not it selfe vnkennill in one speech, 3.2.81 1933 It is a damned ghost that we haue seene, 3.2.82 1934 And my imaginations are as foule 3.2.83 1935 As Vulcans {stithy;} <Stythe.> giue him {heedfull} <needfull> note, 3.2.84
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 2357 Withall his crimes braod blowne, as {flush} <fresh> as May, 3.3.81 2358 And how his audit stands who knowes saue heauen, 3.3.82 2359 But in our circumstance and course of thought, 3.3.83 2360 Tis heauy with him: and am I then {reuendged} <reueng'd> 3.3.84
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 2456+4 {Could not so mope:} ô shame where is thy blush? 3.4.81 2457 Rebellious hell, 3.4.82 2458 If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones, 3.4.83 2459 To flaming youth let vertue be as wax 3.4.84
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 2818 Of his owne iust remoue, the people muddied 4.5.81 2819 Thick and vnwholsome in <their> thoughts, and whispers 4.5.82 2820 For good Polonius death: and we haue done but greenly 4.5.83 2821 In hugger mugger to inter him: poore Ophelia 4.5.84
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 3173 Till that her garments heauy with {theyr} <her> drinke, 4.7.81 3174 Puld the poore wretch from her melodious {lay} <buy,> 4.7.82 3175 To muddy death. 4.7.83 3176 Laer. Alas, then {she is} <is she> drownd. 4.7.83
3268-9 knaue iowles it to the ground, as if {twere} <it | were> Caines iawbone, that did the 3269-70 first murder, {this} <It> | might be the pate of a pollitician, which this asse {now} 3270-1 {ore-reaches;} <o're Of-| fices:> one that {would} <could> circumuent God, might it not? 3272 Hora. It might my Lord. 5.1.81 3273-4 Ham. Or of a Courtier, which could say good {morrow} <Mor-| row> sweet lord, 3274-5 how doost thou {sweet} <good> lord? This | might be my Lord such a one, that 3275-6 praised my lord such | a ones horse when {a went} <he meant> to beg it, might it not?
3584 <Into a Towring passion.> 5.2.79 3585 <Hor. Peace, who comes heere?> 5.2.80 3586 Enter {a Courtier} <young Osricke>. .. 3587 {Cour.} <Osr.> Your Lordship is right welcome backe to Denmarke. 5.2.81 3588 Ham. I {humble} <humbly> thanke you sir. 5.2.82 3588 Doost know this water fly? 5.2.82 3589 Hora. No my good Lord. 5.2.83