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The Tragedie of
H A M L E TPrince of Denmarke.
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 89 And {with} <why> such dayly {cost} <Cast> of brazon Cannon 1.1.73 90 And forraine marte, for implements of warre, 1.1.74 91 Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske 1.1.75
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 1.1.88 106 Which he stood seaz'd {of} <on>, to the conquerour. 1.1.89 107 Against the which a moitie competent 1.1.90 108 Was gaged by our King, which had {returne} <return'd> 1.1.91
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 1.2.88 271 But you must knowe your father lost a father, 1.2.89 272 That father lost, lost his, and the suruiuer bound 1.2.90 273 In filliall obligation for some tearme 1.2.91
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? 1.3.88 555 Ophe. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. 1.3.89 556 Pol. Marry well bethought 1.3.90 557 Tis tolde me he hath very oft of late 1.3.91
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. 1.4.88 677 Hora. Haue after, to what issue will this come? 1.4.89 678 Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke. 1.4.90 679 Hora. Heauen will direct it. 1.4.91
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, 1.5.88 774 The Gloworme shewes the matine to be neere 1.5.89 775 And gins to pale his vneffectuall fire, 1.5.90 776 Adiew, adiew, {adiew,} <Hamlet:> remember me. <Exit> 1.5.91
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, 2.1.88 989 At last, a little shaking of mine arme, 2.1.89 990 And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe, 2.1.90 991 He raisd a sigh so pittious and profound 2.1.91
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 1116 Were nothing but to wast night, day, and time, 2.2.89 1117 Therefore <since> breuitie is the soule of wit, 2.2.90 1118 And tediousnes the lymmes and outward florishes, 2.2.91
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 1744 Be all my sinnes remembred. 3.1.89 1745 Oph. Good my Lord, 3.1.89 1746 How dooes your honour for this many a day? 3.1.90
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 1940 If {a} <he> steale ought the whilst this play is playing 3.2.88 1941 And scape {detected} <detecting>, I will pay the theft. 3.2.89 1942 Enter {Trumpets and Kettle Drummes,} King, Queene, .. 1942 Polonius, Ophelia <, Rosincrance,> ..
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 2364 When he is {drunke, a sleepe,} <drunke asleepe:> or in his rage, 3.3.89 2365 Or in th'incestious pleasure of his bed, 3.3.90 2366 At {game a} <gaming,> swearing, or about some act 3.3.91
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 2464 {Ger.} <Qu.> O Hamlet speake no more, 3.4.88 2465 Thou turnst {my very} <mine> eyes into my <very> soule, 3.4.89 2466 And there I see such blacke and {greeued} <grained> spots 3.4.90
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 2464 {Ger.} <Qu.> O Hamlet speake no more, 3.4.88 2465 Thou turnst {my very} <mine> eyes into my <very> soule, 3.4.89 2466 And there I see such blacke and {greeued} <grained> spots 3.4.90 2467 As will <not> leaue {there} their tin'ct. 3.4.91
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 2826 {Feeds} <Keepes> on {this} <his> wonder, keepes himselfe in clowdes, 4.5.89 2827 {L1} And wants not buzzers to infect his eare 4.5.90 2828 With pestilent speeches of his fathers death, 4.5.91
3082 Had witch-craft in't, he grew {vnto} <into> his seate, 4.7. 3083 And to such wondrous dooing brought his horse, 4.7.86 3084 As had he beene incorp'st, and demy natur'd 4.7.87 3085 With the braue beast, so farre he {topt me} <past my> thought, 4.7.88 3086 That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks 4.7.89 3087 Come short of what he did. 4.7.90 3088 Laer. A Norman wast? 4.7.90
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 3182 The woman will be out. Adiew my Lord, 4.7.89 3183 I haue a speech {a} <of> fire that faine would blase, 4.7.90 3184 But that this folly {drownes} <doubts> it. Exit. 4.7.91