The Bodleian First Folio

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Reference: pp3r - Tragedies, p. 273

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The Tragedie of Hamlet. Ham.

Nothing but to shew you how a King may go

a Progresse through the guts of a Begger.

King.
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Where is Polonius.

Ham.

In heauen, send thither to see. If your Messen­

ger finde him not there, seeke him i'th other place your

selfe: but indeed, if you finde him not this moneth, you

shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby.

King.
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Go seeke him there.

Ham.

He will stay till ye come.

K. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety Which we do tender, as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence
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With fierie Quicknesse. Therefore prepare thy selfe, The Barke is readie, and the winde at helpe, Th'Associates tend, and euery thing at bent For England.
Ham.

For England?

King.
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I Hamlet.

Ham.

Good.

King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ham.

I see a Cherube that see's him: but come, for

England. Farewell deere Mother.

King.
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Thy louing Father Hamlet.

Hamlet.

My Mother: Father and Mother is man and

wife: man & wife is one flesh, and so my mother. Come,

for England.

Exit King. Follow him at foote,
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Tempt him with speed aboord: Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night. Away, for euery thing is Seal'd and done That else leanes on th'Affaire, pray you make hast. And England, if my loue thou holdst at ought,
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As my great power thereof may giue thee sense, Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword, and thy free awe Payes homage to vs; thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe, which imports at full
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By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet. Do it England, For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, How ere my happes, my ioyes were ne're begun.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 4] Enter Fortinbras with an Armie. For.
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Go Captaine, from me greet the Danish King, Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome. You know the Rendeuous: If that his Maiesty would ought with vs,
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We shall expresse our dutie in his eye, And let him know so.
Cap. I will doo't, my Lord. For. Go safely on. Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 5] Enter Queene and Horatio. Qu. I will not speake with her. Hor.
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She is importunate, indeed distract her moode

will needs be pittied.

Qu. What would she haue? Hor. She speakes much of her Father; saies she heares There's trickes i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart,
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Spumes enuiously at Strawes, speakes things in doubt, That carry but halfe sense: Her speech is nothing, Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection; they ayme at it, And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,
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Which as her winkes, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,

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Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily. Qu. 'Twere good she were spoken with, For she may strew dangerous coniectures
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In ill breeding minds. Let her come in. To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is) Each toy seemes Prologue, to some great amisse, So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt, It spill's it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.
Enter Ophelia distracted. Ophe.
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Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.
Qu. How now Ophelia? Ophe. How shonld I your true loue know from another one? By his Cockle hat and staffe, and his Sandal shoone. Qu. Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song? Ophe.
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Say you? Nay pray you marke. He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone, At his head a grasse‑greene Turfe, at his heeles a stone.
Enter King. Qu. Nay but Ophelia. Ophe. Pray you marke.
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White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow.
Qu. Alas, looke heere my Lord. Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers: rend="italic">Which bewept to the graue did not go, With true‑loue showres. King.
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How do ye, pretty Lady?
Ophe.

Well, God dil'd you. They say the Owle was

a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but

know not what we may be. God be at your Table.

King. Conceit vpon her Father. Ophe.
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Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when

they aske you what it meanes, say you this:

To morrow is S. Saint Valentines day, all in the morning betime, And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine. Then vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber dore,
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Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia. Ophe.

Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.

By gis, and by S. Saint Charity, Alacke, and fie for shame:
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Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't, By Cocke they are too blame. Quoth she before you tumbled me, Yon promis'd me to Wed: So would I ha done by yonder Sunne,
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And thou hadst not come to my bed.
King. How long hath she bin this? Ophe.

I hope all will be well. We must bee patient,

but I cannot choose but weepe, to thinke they should

lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it,

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and so I thanke you for your good counsell. Come, my

Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies:

Goodnight, goodnight.

Exit. King. Follow her close, Giue her good watch I pray you:
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Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies, But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine, Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author
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Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied, Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement, pp3 Without

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[Act 4, Scene 4] Enter Fortinbras with an Armie. For.
[2645]
Go Captaine, from me greet the Danish King, Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March Ouer his Kingdome. You know the Rendeuous: If that his Maiesty would ought with vs,
[2650]
We shall expresse our dutie in his eye, And let him know so.
Cap. I will doo't, my Lord. For. Go safely on. Exit.
 

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