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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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 85 This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 1.1.69 86 Mar. Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes, 1.1.70 87 Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch 1.1.71 88 So nightly toiles the subiect of the land, 1.1.72
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, 1.1.84 102 (For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him) 1.1.85 103 Did slay this Fortinbrasse, who by a seald compact 1.1.86 104 Well ratified by lawe and {heraldy} <Heraldrie,> 1.1.87 105 {B2v} Did forfait (with his life) all {these} <those> his lands 1.1.88
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 1.2.84 266 But I haue that within which {passes} <passeth> showe 1.2.85 267 These but the trappings and the suites of woe. 1.2.86 268-9 King. Tis sweete and commendable | in your nature Hamlet, 1.2.87 270 To giue these mourning duties to your father 1.2.88
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 1.3.84 550 What I haue sayd to you. 1.3.85 551 Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt 1.3.85 552 And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it. 1.3.86 553 Laer. Farwell. Exit Laertes. 1.3.87
548 Pol. The time {inuests you} <inuites you,> goe, your seruants tend. 1.3.83 549 Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well 1.3.84 550 What I haue sayd to you. 1.3.85 551 Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt 1.3.85 552 And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it. 1.3.86 553 Laer. Farwell. Exit Laertes. 1.3.87 554 Pol. What ist Ophelia he hath sayd to you? 1.3.88
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 1.4.84 672 By {heauen} <Heau'n,> Ile make a ghost of him that lets me, 1.4.85 673-4 I say away, goe on, Ile followe thee. | {Exit } <Exeunt.>Ghost and Hamlet. 675 Hora. He waxes desperate with {imagion} <imagination>. 1.4.87 676 Mar. Lets followe, tis not fit thus to obey him. 1.4.88
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, 1.5.84 770 Tain't not thy minde, nor let thy soule contriue 1.5.85 771 Against thy mother ought, leaue her to heauen, 1.5.86 772 And to those thornes that in her bosome lodge 1.5.87 773 To prick and sting her, fare thee well at once, 1.5.88
982 But truly I doe feare it. 2.1.83 983 Pol. What said he? 2.1.83 984 Oph. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard, 2.1.84 985 Then goes he to the length of all his arme, 2.1.85 986 And with his other hand thus ore his brow, 2.1.86 987 He falls to such perusall of my face 2.1.87 988 As {a} <he> would draw it, long stayd he so, 2.1.88
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 1111 Most welcome home. {Exeunt } <Exit> Embassadors. 2.2.85 1112 Pol. This busines is <very> well ended. 2.2.85 1113 {E4} My Liege and Maddam, to expostulate 2.2.86 1114 What maiestie should be, what dutie is, 2.2.87
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 1111 Most welcome home. {Exeunt } <Exit> Embassadors. 2.2.85 1112 Pol. This busines is <very> well ended. 2.2.85 1113 {E4} My Liege and Maddam, to expostulate 2.2.86 1114 What maiestie should be, what dutie is, 2.2.87 1115 Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, 2.2.88
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 1740 And enterprises of great {pitch} <pith> and moment, 3.1.85 1741 With this regard theyr currents turne {awry} <away>, 3.1.86 1742 And loose the name of action. Soft you now, 3.1.87 1743 The faire Ophelia, Nimph in thy orizons 3.1.88
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 1936 For I mine eyes will riuet to his face, 3.2.85 1937 And after we will both our iudgements ioyne 3.2.86 1938 {In} <To> censure of his seeming. 3.2.87 1939 Hor. Well my lord, 3.2.87
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 2361 To take him in the purging of his soule, 3.3.85 2362 When he is fit and seasond for his passage? 3.3.87 2362 No. 3.3.87 2363 Vp sword, and knowe thou a more horrid hent, 3.3.88
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 2460 And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no shame 3.4.85 2461 When the compulsiue ardure giues the charge, 3.4.86 2462 Since frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne, 3.4.87 2463 {And} <As> reason {pardons} <panders> will. 3.4.88
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 2822 Deuided from herselfe, and her faire iudgement, 4.5.85 2823 VVithout the which we are pictures, or meere beasts, 4.5. 2824 Last, and as much contayning as all these, 4.5.87 2825 Her brother is in secret come from Fraunce, 4.5.88
3175 To muddy death. 4.7.83 3176 Laer. Alas, then {she is} <is she> drownd. 4.7.83 3177 Quee. Drownd, drownd. 4.7.84 3178 Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia, 4.7.85 3179 And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet 4.7.86 3180 It is our tricke, nature her custome holds, 4.7.87 3181 Let shame say what it will, when these are gone, 4.7.88