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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.
[2605]

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.
[2610]

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,
[2630]
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,
[2635]
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
[2640]
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,
[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.
[Act 4, Scene 5] Enter Queene and Horatio. Qu. I will not speake with her. Hor.
[2655]

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,
[2660]
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,
[2665]
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
[2670]
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.
[2675]
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.
[2680]
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.
[2685]
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.
[2690]
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.
[2695]

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:
[2705]
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,
[2710]
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,

[2715]

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:
[2720]
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
[2725]
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 5] Enter Queene and Horatio. Qu. I will not speake with her. Hor.
[2655]

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,
[2660]
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,
[2665]
Which as her winkes, and nods, and gestures yeeld them, 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
[2670]
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.
[2675]
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.
[2680]
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.
[2685]
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.
[2690]
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.
[2695]

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,
[2700]
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:
[2705]
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,
[2710]
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,

[2715]

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:
[2720]
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
[2725]
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,
[2730]
Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts. Last, and as much containing as all these, Her Brother is in secret come from France, Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds, And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare
[2735]
With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death, Where in necessitie of matter Beggard, Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this, Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
[2740]
Giues me superfluous death.
A Noise within. Enter a Messenger. Qu. Alacke, what noyse is this? King. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the doore. What is the matter? Mes. Saue your selfe, my Lord.
[2745]
The Ocean (ouer‑peering of his List) Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head, Ore‑beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord, And as the world were now but to begin,
[2750]
Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne, The Ratifiers and props of euery word, They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King, Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
Qu.
[2755]
How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry. Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.
Noise within. Enter Laertes. King. The doores are broke. Laer. Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without. All. No, let's come in. Laer.
[2760]
I pray you giue me leaue.
Al. We will, we will. Laer. I thanke you: Keepe the doore. Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father. Qu. Calmely good Laertes. Laer.
[2765]
That drop of blood, that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard: Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot Euen here between the chaste vnsmirched brow Of my true Mother.
King.
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What is the cause Laertes, That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant‑like? Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person: There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King, That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
[2775]
Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes, Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude. Speake man.
Laer. Where's my Father? King. Dead. Qu.
[2780]
But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill. Laer. How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with. To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell. Conscience and Grace, to the profoundest Pit.
[2785]
I dare Damnation: to this point I stand, That both the worlds I giue to negligence, Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd Most throughly for my Father.
King. Who shall stay you? Laer.
[2790]
My Will, not all the world, And for, my meanes, Ile husband them so well, They shall go farre with little.
King. Good Laertes: If you desire to know the certaintie
[2795]
Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge, That Soop‑stake you will draw both Friend and Foe, Winner and Looser.
Laer. None but his Enemies. King. Will you know them then. La.
[2800]
To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope my Armes: And like the kinde Life‑rend'ring Politician, Repast them with my blood.
King. Why now you speake Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
[2805]
That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death, And am most sensible in greefe for it, It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce As day do's to your eye. A noise within. Let her come in.
Enter Ophelia. Laer.
[2810]
How now? what noise is that? Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares seuen times salt, Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye. By Heauen, thy madnesse shall be payed by waight, Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,
[2815]
Deere Maid, kinde Sister, sweet Ophelia: Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits, Should be as mortall as an old mans life? Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine, It sends some precious instance of it selfe
[2820]
After the thing it loues.
Ophe. They bore him Bare fac'd on the Beer, Hey non nony, nony, hey nony: And on his graue raines many a teare, Fare you well my Doue. Laer.
[2825]

Had'st thou thy wits, and did'st perswade Re­

uenge, it could not moue thus.

Ophe.

You must sing downe a‑downe, and you call

him a‑downe‑a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is

the false steward that stole his masters daughter.

Laer.
[2830]

This nothings more then matter.

Ophe.

There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.

Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for

Thoughts.

Laer.

A document in madnesse, thoughts & remem­

[2835]

brance fitted.

Ophe.

There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's

Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it

Herbe Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew

with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you

[2840]

some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy­

ed: They say, he made a good end;

For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
Laer. Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe: She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse. Ophe.
[2845]
And will he not come againe, And will he not come againe: No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death‑bed, He neuer wil come againe. His Beard as white as Snow,
[2850]
All Flaxen was his Pole: He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone, Gramercy on his Soule. And of all Christian Soules, I pray God. God buy ye.
Exeunt Ophelia Laer.
[2855]
Do you see this, you Gods?
King. Laertes, I must common with your greefe, Or you deny me right: go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will, And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me;
[2860]
If by direct or by Colaterall hand They finde vs touch'd, we will our Kingdome giue, Our Crowne, our Life, and all that we call Ours To you in satisfaction. But if not, Be you content to lend your patience to vs,
[2865]
And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule To giue it due content.
Laer. Let this be so: His meanes of death, his obscure buriall; No Trophee, Sword, nor Hatchment o're his bones,
[2870]
No Noble rite, nor formall ostentation, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from Heauen to Earth, That I must call in question.
King. So you shall: And where th'offence is, let the great Axe fall.
[2875]
I pray you go with me.
Exeunt
 

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      <p n="2691">Well, God dil'd you. They say the Owle was
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      <l n="2723">But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine,</l>
      <l n="2724">Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author</l>
      <l n="2725">Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,</l>
      <l n="2726">Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers</l>
      <l n="2727">For good<hi rend="italic">Polonius</hi>death; and we haue done but greenly</l>
      <l n="2728">In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore<hi rend="italic">Ophelia</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2729">Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0784-0.jpg" n="274"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2730">Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.</l>
      <l n="2731">Last, and as much containing as all these,</l>
      <l n="2732">Her Brother is in secret come from France,</l>
      <l n="2733">Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,</l>
      <l n="2734">And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare</l>
      <l n="2735">With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,</l>
      <l n="2736">Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,</l>
      <l n="2737">Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne</l>
      <l n="2738">In eare and eare. O my deere<hi rend="italic">Gertrude,</hi>this,</l>
      <l n="2739">Like to a murdering Peece in many places,</l>
      <l n="2740">Giues me superfluous death.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">A Noise within.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ger">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2741">Alacke, what noyse is this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2742">Where are my<hi rend="italic">Switzers</hi>?</l>
      <l n="2743">Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2744">Saue your selfe, my Lord.</l>
      <l n="2745">The Ocean (ouer‑peering of his List)</l>
      <l n="2746">Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste</l>
      <l n="2747">Then young<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>, in a Riotous head,</l>
      <l n="2748">Ore‑beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,</l>
      <l n="2749">And as the world were now but to begin,</l>
      <l n="2750">Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,</l>
      <l n="2751">The Ratifiers and props<c rend="italic">o</c>f euery word,</l>
      <l n="2752">They cry choose we?<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>shall be King,</l>
      <l n="2753">Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,</l>
      <l n="2754">
         <hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>shall be King,<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ger">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2755">How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry.</l>
      <l n="2756">Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Noise within.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Laertes.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2757">The doores are broke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2758">Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="2759">No, let's come in.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2760">I pray you giue me leaue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">Al.</speaker>
      <l n="2761">We will, we will.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2762">I thanke you: Keepe the doore.</l>
      <l n="2763">Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ger">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2764">Calmely good<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2765">That drop of blood, that calmes</l>
      <l n="2766">Proclaimes me Bastard:</l>
      <l n="2767">Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot</l>
      <l n="2768">Euen here between the chaste vnsmirched brow</l>
      <l n="2769">Of my true Mother.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2770">What is the cause<hi rend="italic">Laertes,</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2771">That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant‑like?</l>
      <l n="2772">Let him go<hi rend="italic">Gertrude:</hi>Do not feare our person:</l>
      <l n="2773">There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,</l>
      <l n="2774">That Treason can but peepe to what it would,</l>
      <l n="2775">Acts little of his will. Tell me<hi rend="italic">Laertes,</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2776">Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go<hi rend="italic">Gertrude.</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2777">Speake man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2778">Where's my Father?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2779">Dead.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-ger">
      <speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
      <l n="2780">But not by him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2781">Let him demand his fill.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2782">How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.</l>
      <l n="2783">To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.</l>
      <l n="2784">Conscience and Grace, to the profoundest Pit.</l>
      <l n="2785">I dare Damnation: to this point I stand,</l>
      <l n="2786">That both the worlds I giue to negligence,</l>
      <l n="2787">Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd</l>
      <l n="2788">Most throughly for my Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2789">Who shall stay you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2790">My Will, not all the world,</l>
      <l n="2791">And for, my meanes, Ile husband them so well,</l>
      <l n="2792">They shall go farre with little.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2793">Good<hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>:</l>
      <l n="2794">If you desire to know the certaintie</l>
      <l n="2795">Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge,</l>
      <l n="2796">That Soop‑stake you will draw both Friend and Foe,</l>
      <l n="2797">Winner and Looser.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2798">None but his Enemies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2799">Will you know them then.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">La.</speaker>
      <l n="2800">To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>my Armes:</l>
      <l n="2801">And like the kinde Life‑rend'ring Politician,</l>
      <l n="2802">Repast them with my blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2803">Why now you speake</l>
      <l n="2804">Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.</l>
      <l n="2805">That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>
      </l>
      <l n="2806">And am most sensible in greefe for it,</l>
      <l n="2807">It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce</l>
      <l n="2808">As day do's to your eye.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">A noise within.</stage>
      <l n="2809">Let her come in.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Ophelia.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2810">How now? what noise is that?</l>
      <l n="2811">Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares seuen times salt,</l>
      <l n="2812">Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.</l>
      <l n="2813">By Heauen, thy madnesse shall be payed by waight,</l>
      <l n="2814">Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,</l>
      <l n="2815">Deere Maid, kinde Sister, sweet<hi rend="italic">Ophelia:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2816">Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,</l>
      <l n="2817">Should be as mortall as an old mans life?</l>
      <l n="2818">Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine,</l>
      <l n="2819">It sends some precious instance of it selfe</l>
      <l n="2820">After the thing it loues.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="2821">They bore him Bare fac'd on the Beer,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2822">Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2823">And on his graue raines many a teare,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2824">Fare you well my Doue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <p n="2825">Had'st thou thy wits, and did'st perswade Re­
      <lb n="2826"/>uenge, it could not moue thus.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="2827">You must sing downe a‑downe, and you call
      <lb n="2828"/>him a‑downe‑a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is
      <lb n="2829"/>the false steward that stole his masters daughter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <p n="2830">This nothings more then matter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="2831">There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.
      <lb n="2832"/>Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for
      <lb n="2833"/>Thoughts.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <p n="2834">A document in madnesse, thoughts &amp; remem­
      <lb n="2835"/>brance fitted.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <p n="2836">There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
      <lb n="2837"/>Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it
      <lb n="2838"/>Herbe Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew
      <lb n="2839"/>with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you
      <lb n="2840"/>some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy­
      <lb n="2841"/>ed: They say, he made a good end;</p>
      <l rend="italic" n="2842">For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2843">Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe:</l>
      <l n="2844">She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-oph">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="2845">And will he not come againe,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2846">And will he not come againe:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2847">No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death‑bed,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2848">He neuer wil come againe.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2849">His Beard as white as Snow,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2850">All Flaxen was his Pole:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2851">He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="2852">Gramercy on his Soule.</l>
      <l n="2853">And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.</l>
      <l n="2854">God buy ye.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Ophelia</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2855">Do you see this, you Gods?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2856">Laertes, I must common with your greefe,</l>
      <l n="2857">Or you deny me right: go but apart,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0785-0.jpg" n="275"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2858">Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will,</l>
      <l n="2859">And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me;</l>
      <l n="2860">If by direct or by Colaterall hand</l>
      <l n="2861">They finde vs touch'd, we will our Kingdome giue,</l>
      <l n="2862">Our Crowne, our Life, and all that we call Ours</l>
      <l n="2863">To you in satisfaction. But if not,</l>
      <l n="2864">Be you content to lend your patience to vs,</l>
      <l n="2865">And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule</l>
      <l n="2866">To giue it due content.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-lae">
      <speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
      <l n="2867">Let this be so:</l>
      <l n="2868">His meanes of death, his obscure buriall;</l>
      <l n="2869">No Trophee, Sword, nor Hatchment o're his bones,</l>
      <l n="2870">No Noble rite, nor formall ostentation,</l>
      <l n="2871">Cry to be heard, as 'twere from Heauen to Earth,</l>
      <l n="2872">That I must call in question.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ham-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="2873">So you shall:</l>
      <l n="2874">And where th'offence is, let the great Axe fall.</l>
      <l n="2875">I pray you go with me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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