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The Tragedie of Hamlet.
[1480]
So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood, And like a Newtrall to his will and matter, did nothing. But as we often see against some storme, A silence in the Heauens, the Racke stand still, The bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
[1485]
As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder Doth rend the Region. So after Pyrrhus pause, A ro wsed Vengeance sets him new a‑worke, An ink mark follows this line. And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,
[1490]
With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword Now falles on Priam. Out, out, thou Strumpet‑Fortune, all you Gods, In generall Synod take away her power: Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele,
[1495]
And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen, As low as to the Fiends.
Pol.

This is too long.

Ham.

It shall to'th Barbars, with your beard. Pry­

thee say on: He's for a Iigge, or a tale of Baudry, or hee

[1500]

sleepes. Say on; come to Hecuba.

1. Play. But who, O who, had seen the inobled Queen. Ham.

The inobled Queene?

Pol.

That's good: Inobled Queene is good.

1. Play. Run bare‑foot vp and downe,
[1505]
Threatmng the flame With Bisson Rheume: A clout about that head, Where late the Diadem stood, and for a Robe About her lanke and all ore‑teamed Loines, A blanket in th'Alarum of feare caught vp.
[1510]
Who this had seene, with tongue in Venome steep'd, 'Gainst Fortunes State, would Treason haue pronounc'd? But if the Gods themselues did see her then, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes,
[1515]
The instant Burst of Clamour that she made (Vnlesse things mortall moue them not at all) Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen, And passion in the Gods.
Pol.

Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and

[1520]

ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more.

Ham.

'Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest,

soone. Good my Lord, will you see the Players wel be­

stow'd. Do ye heare, let them be well vs'd: for they are

the Abstracts and breefe Chronicles of the time. After

[1525]

your death, you were better haue a bad Epitaph, then

their ill report while you liued.

Pol.

My Lord, I will vse them according to their de­

sart.

Ham.

Gods bodykins man, better. Vse euerie man

[1530]

after his desart, and who should scape whipping: vse

them after your own Honor and Dignity. The lesse they

deserue, the more merit is in your bountie. Take them

in.

Pol.

Come sirs.

Exit Polon. Ham.
[1535]

Follow him Friends: wee'l heare a play to mor­

row. Dost thou heare me old Friend, can you play the

murther of Gonzago?

Play.

I my Lord.

Ham.

Wee'l ha't to morrow night. You could for a

[1540]

need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines, which

I would set downe, and insert in't? Could ye not?

Play.

I my Lord.

Ham.

Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you

mock him not. My good Friends, Ile leaue you til night

[1545]

you are welcome to Elsonower?

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Rosin. Good my Lord. Exeunt. Manet Hamlet. Ham. I so, God buy'ye: Now I am alone. Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I? Is it not monstrous that this Player heere,
[1550]
But in a Fixion, in a dreame of Passion, Could force his soule so to his whole conceit, That from her working, all his visage warm'd: Teares in his eyes, distraction in's Aspect, A broken voyce, and his whole Function suiting
[1555]
With Formes, to his Conceit? And all for nothing? For Hecuba? What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weepe for her? What would he doe, Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion
[1560]
That I haue? He would drowne the Stage with teares, And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech: Make mad the guilty, and apale the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed, The very faculty, of Eyes and Eares, Yet I, A mark has been drawn in pencil following the end of this line.
[1565]
A dull and muddy‑metled Rascall, peake Like Iohn a‑dreames, vnpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing: No, not for a King, Vpon whose property, and most deere life, A damn'd defeate was made. Am I a Coward?
[1570]
Who calles me Villaine ? breakes my pate a‑croffe? Pluckes off my Beard, and blowes it in my face ? Tweakes me by'th'Nose ? giues me the Lye i'th'Throate, As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this? Ha? Why I should take it: for it cannot be,
[1575]
But I am Pigeon‑Liuer'd, and lacke Gall To make Oppression bitter, or ere this, I should haue fatted all the Region Kites With this Slaues Offall, bloudy: a Bawdy villaine, Remorselesse, Treacherous, Letcherous, kindles villaine!
[1580]
Oh Vengeance! Who? What an Asse am I? I sure, this is most braue, That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered, Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen, and Hell, Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,
[1585]
And fall a Cursing like a very Drab, A Scullion? Fye vpon't: Foh. About my Braine. I haue heard, that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play, Marks have been drawn in pencil on either side of this line. Haue by the very cunning of the Scœne, Bene strooke so to the soule, that presently
[1590]
They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions. For Murther, though it haue no tongue, will speake With most myraculous Organ. Ile haue these Players, Play something like the murder of my Father, Before mine Vnkle. Ile obserue his lookes,
[1595]
Ile rent him to the quicke: If he but blench I know my course. The Spirit that I haue seene May be the Diuell, and the Diuel hath power T'assume a pleasing shape, yea and perhaps Out of my Weaknesse, and my Melancholly,
[1600]
As he is very potent with such Spirits, Abuses me to damne me. Ile haue grounds More Relatiue then this: The Play's the thing, Wherein Ile catch the Conscience of the King.
Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 1] Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Ro­ sincrance, Guildenstern, and Lords. King. And can you by no drift of circumstance
[1605]
Get from him why he puts on this Confusion: Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet With

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[Act 3, Scene 1] Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Ro­ sincrance, Guildenstern, and Lords. King. And can you by no drift of circumstance
[1605]
Get from him why he puts on this Confusion: Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy.
Rosin. He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted, But from what cause he will by no meanes speake. Guil.
[1610]
Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe: When we would bring him on to some Confession Of his true state.
Qu. Did he receiue you well? Rosin.
[1615]
Most like a Gentleman.
Guild. But with much forcing of his disposition. Rosin. Niggard of question, but of our demands Most free in his reply. Qu. Did you assay him to any pastime? Rosin.
[1620]
Madam.it so fell out, that certain Players We ore‑wrought on the way: of these we told him, And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy To heare of it: They are about the Court, And (as I thinke) they haue already order
[1625]
This night to play before him.
Pol. 'Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties To heare, and see the matter. King. With all my heart, and it doth much content me
[1630]
To heare him so inclin'd. Good Gentlemen, Giue him a further edge, and driue his purpose on To these delights.
Rosin. We shall my Lord. Exeunt. King. Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too,
[1635]
For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he, as 'twere by accident, may there Affront Ophelia. Her Father.and my selfe (lawful espials) Will so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene We may of their encounter frankely iudge,
[1640]
And gather by him, as he is behaued, If't be th'affliction of his loue, or no. That thus he suffers for.
Qu. I shall obey you, And for your part Ophelia, I do wish
[1645]
That your good Beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlets wildenesse: so shall I hope your Vertues Will bring him to his wonted way againe, To both your Honors.
Ophe. Madam, I wish it may. Pol.
[1650]
Ophelia, walke you heere. Gracious so please ye We will bestow our selues: Reade on this booke, That shew of such an exercise may colour Your lonelinesse. We are oft too blame in this, 'Tis too much prou'd, that with Deuotions visage,
[1655]
And pious Action, we do surge o're The diuell himselfe.
King. Oh'tis true: How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience? The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art
[1660]
Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it, Then is my deede, to my most painted word. Oh heauie burthen!
Pol. I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord. Exeunt. Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
[1665]
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune, Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
[1670]
The Heart‑ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe, To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub, For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
[1675]
When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile, Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect That makes Calamity of so long life: For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time, The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
[1680]
The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay, The infolence of Office, and the Spurnes That patient merit of the vnworthy takes, When he himselfe might his Quietus make With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare
[1685]
To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will, And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,
[1690]
Then flye to others that we know not of. Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all, And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought, And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
[1695]
With this regard their Currants turne away, And loose the name of Action. Soft you now, The faire Ophelia? Nimph, in thy Orizons Be all my sinnes remembred.
Ophe. Good my Lord,
[1700]
How does your Honor for this many a day?
Ham. I humbly thanke you: well, well, well. Ophe. My Lord, I haue Remembrances of yours, That I haue longed long to re‑deliuer. I pray you now, receiue them. Ham.
[1705]
No, no, I neuer gaue you ought.
Ophe. My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd, As made the things more rich, then perfume left: Take these againe, for to the Noble minde
[1710]
Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde. There my Lord.
Ham. Ha, ha: Are you honest ? Ophe. My Lord. Ham. Are you faire? Ophe.
[1715]
What meanes your Lordship?
Ham.

That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty

should admit no discourse to your Beautie.

Ophe.

Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce

then your Honestie?

Ham.
[1720]

I trulie: for the power of Beautie, will sooner

transforme Honestie from what it is, to a Bawd, then the

force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse.

This was sometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it

proofe. I did loue you once.

Ophe.
[1725]

Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue so.

Ham.

You should not haue beleeued me. For ver This r is partially worn away.tue

cannot so innocculate our old stocke, but we shall r This r is partially worn away.ellish

of it. I loued you not.

Ophe. I was the more deceiued. Ham.
[1730]

Get thee to a Nonnerie. Why would'st thou

be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,

but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were bet­

ter my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, re­

uengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke,

[1735]

then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue

them shape, or time to acte them in. What should such

Fellows as I do crawling between heaven and Earth.

We are arrant knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy

wayes to a Nunnery. Where's your Father?

Ophe.
[1740]

At home, my Lord.

Ham.

Let the doores be shut vpon him, that he may

play the Foole no way, but in's owne house. Farewell.

Ophe.

O helpe him, you sweet Heauens.

Ham.

If thou doest Marry, Ile giue thee this Plague

[1745]

for, thy Dowrie. Be thou as chast as Ice, as pure as Snow,

thou shalt not escape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery.

Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool:

for Wise mem know well enough, what monsters you

make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Far­

[1750]

well.

Ophe.

O heauenly Powers, restore him.

Ham.

I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough.

God has giuen you one pace, and you make your selfe an­

other: you gidge, you amble, and you lispe, and nickname

[1755]

Gods creatures, and make your Wantonnesse, your Ig­

norance. Go too, Ile no more on't, it hath made me mad,

I say, we will haue no more Marriages. Those that are

married already, all but one shall liue, the rest shall keep

as they are. To a Nunnery, go.

Exit Hamlet. Ophe.
[1760]
O what a Noble minde is heere o're‑throwne? The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, sword, Th'expectansie and Rose of the faire State, The glasse of Fashion, and the mould of Forme, Th'obseru'd of all Obseruers, quite, quite downe.
[1765]
Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched, That suck'd the Honie of his Musicke Vowes: Now see that Noble, and most Soueraigne Reason, Like sweet Bels iangled out of tune, and harsh, That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth,
[1770]
Blasted with extasie. Oh, woe is me, T'haue seene what I haue seene: see what I see.
Enter King, and Polonius. King. Loue? His affections do not that way tend, Nor what he spake, though it lack'd Forme a little, Was not like Madnesse. There's something in his soule?
[1775]
O're which his Melancholly sits on brood, And I do doubt the hatch, and the disclose Will be some danger, which to preuent I haue in quicke determination Thus set it downe. He shall with speed to England
[1780]
For the demand of our neglected Tribute: Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Obiects, shall expell This something setled matter in his heart: Whereon his Braines still beating, puts him thus
[1785]
From fashion of himselfe. What thinke youon't?
Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I beleeue The Origin and Commencement of this greefe Sprung from neglected loue. How now Ophelia? You neede not tell vs, what Lord Hamlet saide,
[1790]
We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please, But if you hold it fit after the Play, Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him To shew his Greefes: let her be round with him, And Ile be plac'd so, please you in the eare
[1795]
Of all their conference. If she finde him not, To England send him: Or confine him where Your wisedome best shall thinke.
King. It shall be so: Madnesse in great Ones, must not vnwatch'd go. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="1687">The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne</l>
      <l n="1688">No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,</l>
      <l n="1689">And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,</l>
      <l n="1690">Then flye to others that we know not of.</l>
      <l n="1691">Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all,</l>
      <l n="1692">And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution</l>
      <l n="1693">Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought,</l>
      <l n="1694">And enterprizes of great pith and moment,</l>
      <l n="1695">With this regard their Currants turne away,</l>
      <l n="1696">And loose the name of Action. Soft you now,</l>
      <l n="1697">The faire<hi rend="italic">Ophelia</hi>? Nimph, in thy Orizons</l>
      <l n="1698">Be all my sinnes remembred.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1699">Good my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1700">How does your Honor for this many a day?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <l n="1701">I humbly thanke you: well, well, well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1702">My Lord, I haue Remembrances of yours,</l>
      <l n="1703">That I haue longed long to re‑deliuer.</l>
      <l n="1704">I pray you now, receiue them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <l n="1705">No, no, I neuer gaue you ought.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1706">My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did,</l>
      <l n="1707">And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd,</l>
      <l n="1708">As made the things more rich, then perfume left:</l>
      <l n="1709">Take these againe, for to the Noble minde</l>
      <l n="1710">Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde.</l>
      <l n="1711">There my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <l n="1712">Ha, ha: Are you honest<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1713">My Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <l n="1714">Are you faire?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1715">What meanes your Lordship?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1716">That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty
      <lb n="1717"/>should admit no discourse to your Beautie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="1718">Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce
      <lb n="1719"/>then your Honestie?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1720">I trulie: for the power of Beautie, will sooner
      <lb n="1721"/>transforme Honestie from what it is, to a Bawd, then the
      <lb n="1722"/>force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse.
      <lb n="1723"/>This was sometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it
      <lb n="1724"/>proofe. I did loue you once.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="1725">Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue so.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1726">You should not haue beleeued me. For ver<note resp="#ES">This r is partially worn away.</note>tue
      <lb n="1727"/>cannot so innocculate our old stocke, but we shall r<note resp="#ES">This r is partially worn away.</note>ellish
      <lb n="1728"/>of it. I loued you not.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1729">I was the more deceiued.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1730">Get thee to a Nonnerie. Why would'st thou
      <lb n="1731"/>be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,
      <lb n="1732"/>but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were bet­
      <lb n="1733"/>ter my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, re­
      <lb n="1734"/>uengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke,
      <lb n="1735"/>then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue
      <lb n="1736"/>them shape, or time to acte them in. What should such</p>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0776-0.jpg" n="266"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <p n="1737">Fellows as I do crawling between heaven and Earth.
      <lb n="1738"/>We are arrant knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy
      <lb n="1739"/>wayes to a Nunnery. Where's your Father?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="1740">At home, my Lord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1741">Let the doores be shut vpon him, that he may
      <lb n="1742"/>play the Foole no way, but in's owne house. Farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="1743">O helpe him, you sweet Heauens.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1744">If thou doest Marry, Ile giue thee this Plague
      <lb n="1745"/>for, thy Dowrie. Be thou as chast as Ice, as pure as Snow,
      <lb n="1746"/>thou shalt not escape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery.
      <lb n="1747"/>Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool:
      <lb n="1748"/>for Wise mem know well enough, what monsters you
      <lb n="1749"/>make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Far­
      <lb n="1750"/>well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="1751">O heauenly Powers, restore him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ham">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
      <p n="1752">I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough.
      <lb n="1753"/>God has giuen you one pace, and you make your selfe an­
      <lb n="1754"/>
         <c rend="italic">o</c>ther: you gidge, you amble, and you lispe, and nickname
      <lb n="1755"/>Gods creatures, and make your Wantonnesse, your Ig­
      <lb n="1756"/>norance. Go too, Ile no more on't, it hath made me mad,
      <lb n="1757"/>I say, we will haue no more Marriages. Those that are
      <lb n="1758"/>married already, all but one shall liue, the rest shall keep
      <lb n="1759"/>as they are. To a Nunnery, go.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Hamlet.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l n="1760">O what a Noble minde is heere o're‑throwne?</l>
      <l n="1761">The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, sword,</l>
      <l n="1762">Th'expectansie and Rose of the faire State,</l>
      <l n="1763">The glasse of Fashion, and the mould of Forme,</l>
      <l n="1764">Th'obseru'd of all Obseruers, quite, quite downe.</l>
      <l n="1765">Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,</l>
      <l n="1766">That suck'd the Honie of his Musicke Vowes:</l>
      <l n="1767">Now see that Noble, and most Soueraigne Reason,</l>
      <l n="1768">Like sweet Bels iangled out of tune, and harsh,</l>
      <l n="1769">That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth,</l>
      <l n="1770">Blasted with extasie. Oh, woe is me,</l>
      <l n="1771">T'haue seene what I haue seene: see what I see.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter King, and Polonius.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1772">Loue? His affections do not that way tend,</l>
      <l n="1773">Nor what he spake, though it lack'd Forme a little,</l>
      <l n="1774">Was not like Madnesse. There's something in his soule?</l>
      <l n="1775">O're which his Melancholly sits on brood,</l>
      <l n="1776">And I do doubt the hatch, and the disclose</l>
      <l n="1777">Will be some danger, which to preuent</l>
      <l n="1778">I haue in quicke determination</l>
      <l n="1779">Thus set it downe. He shall with speed to England</l>
      <l n="1780">For the demand of our neglected Tribute:</l>
      <l n="1781">Haply the Seas and Countries different</l>
      <l n="1782">With variable Obiects, shall expell</l>
      <l n="1783">This something setled matter in his heart:</l>
      <l n="1784">Whereon his Braines still beating, puts him thus</l>
      <l n="1785">From fashion of himselfe. What thinke youon't?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-pol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pol.</speaker>
      <l n="1786">It shall do well. But yet do I beleeue</l>
      <l n="1787">The Origin and Commencement of this greefe</l>
      <l n="1788">Sprung from neglected loue. How now<hi rend="italic">Ophelia?</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1789">You neede not tell vs, what Lord<hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>saide,</l>
      <l n="1790">We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please,</l>
      <l n="1791">But if you hold it fit after the Play,</l>
      <l n="1792">Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him</l>
      <l n="1793">To shew his Greefes: let her be round with him,</l>
      <l n="1794">And Ile be plac'd so, please you in the eare</l>
      <l n="1795">Of all their conference. If she finde him not,</l>
      <l n="1796">To England send him: Or confine him where</l>
      <l n="1797">Your wisedome best shall thinke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1798">It shall be so:</l>
      <l n="1799">Madnesse in great Ones, must not vnwatch'd go.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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