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The Tragedie of Hamlet. Ham.
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Sir a whole History.

Guild.

The King, sir.

Ham.

I sir, what of him?

Guild.

Is in his retyrement, maruellous distemper'd.

Ham.

With drinke Sir ?

Guild.
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No my Lord, rather with choller.

Ham.

Your wisedome should shew it selfe more ri­

cher, to signifie this to his Doctor: for for me to put him

to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre

more Choller.

Guild.
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Good my Lord put your discourse into some

frame, and start not so wildely from my affayre.

Ham.

I am tame Sir, pronounce.

Guild.

The Queene your Mother, in most great affli-

ction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Ham.
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You are welcome.

Guild.

Nay, good my Lord, this courtesie is not of

the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a whol­

some answer, I will doe your Mothers command'ment:

if not, your pardon, and my returne shall bee the end of

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my Businesse.

Ham.

Sir, I cannot.

Guild.

What, my Lord?

Ham.

Make you a wholsome answere: my wits dis­

eas'd. But sir, such answers as I can make, you shal com­

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mand: or rather you say, my Mother: therfore no more

but to the matter. My Mother you say.

Rosin.

Then thus she sayes: your behauior hath stroke

her into amazement, and admiration.

Ham.

Oh wonderfull Sonne, that can so astonish a

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Mother. But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mo­

thers admiration?

Rosin.

She desires to speake with you in her Closset,

ere you go to bed.

Ham.

We shall obey, were she ten times our Mother.

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Haue you any further Trade with vs?

Rosin.

My Lord, you once did loue me.

Ham.

So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.

Rosin.

Good my Lord, what is your cause of distem­ This m, and other letters on this page, are distorted by a crease running diagonally across the paper.

per? You do freely barre the doore of your owne Liber­

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tie, if you deny your greefes to your Friend.

Ham.

Sir I lacke Aduancement.

Rosin.

How can that be, when you haue the voyce of

the King himselfe, for your Succession in Denmarke?

Ham.

I, but while the grasse growes, the Prouerbe is

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something musty.

Enter one with a Recorder.

O the Recorder. Let me see, to withdraw with you, why

do you go about to recouer the winde of mee, as if you

would driue me into a toyle?

Guild.

O my Lord, if my Dutie be too bold, my loue

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is too vnmannerly.

Ham.

I do not well vnderstand that. Will you play

vpon this Pipe?

Guild.

My Lord, I cannot.

Ham.

I pray you.

Guild.
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Beleeue me, I cannot.

Ham.

I do beseech you.

Guild.

I know no touch of it, my Lord.

Ham.

'Tis as easie as lying: gouerne these Ventiges

with your finger and thumbe, giue it breath with your

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mouth, and it will discourse most excellent Musicke.

Looke you, these are the stoppes.

Guild.

But these cannot I command to any vtterance

of hermony, I haue not the skill.

Ham.

Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing

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you make of me: you would play vpon mee; you would

seeme to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart

of my Mysterie; you would sound mee from my lowest

Note, to the top of my Compasse: and there is much Mu­

sicke, excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot

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you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am easier to bee

plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will,

though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me, God

blesse you Sir.

Enter Polonius. Polon.

My Lord; the Queene would speak with you,

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and presently.

Ham.

Do you see that Clowd? that's almost in shape

like a Camell.

Polon.

By'th'Misse, and it's like a Camell indeed.

Ham.

Me thinkes it is like a Weazell.

Polon.
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It is back'd like a Weazell.

Ham.

Or like a Whale ?

Polon.

Verie like a Whale.

Ham.

Then will I come to my Mother, by and by:

They foole me to the top of my bent.

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I will come by and by.

Polon.

I will say so.

Exit. Brown ink smudge. Ham. By and by, is easily said. Leaue me Friends: 'Tis now the verie witching time of night, When Churchyards yawne, and Hell it selfe breaths out
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Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter businesse as the day Would quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother: Oh Heart, loose not thy Nature; let not euer The Soule of Nero, enter this firme bosome:
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Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall, I will speake Daggers to her, but vse none: My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites. How in my words someuer she be shent, To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule consent.
[Act 3, Scene 3] Enter King, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne. King.
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I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs, To let his madnesse range. Therefore prepare you, I your Commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you: The termes of our estate, may not endure
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Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies.
Guild. We will our selues prouide: Most holie and Religious feare it is To keepe those many many bodies safe
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That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.
Rosin. The single And peculiar life is bound With all the strength and Armour of the minde, To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more,
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That Spirit, vpon whose spirit depends and rests The liues of many, the cease of Maiestie Dies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth draw What's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheele Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount,
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To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser things Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles, Each small annexment, pettie consequence Attends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer alone Did the King sighe, but with a generall grone.
King.
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Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage; For we will Fetters put vpon this feare, pp Which

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[Act 3, Scene 3] Enter King, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne. King.
[2195]
I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs, To let his madnesse range. Therefore prepare you, I your Commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you: The termes of our estate, may not endure
[2200]
Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies.
Guild. We will our selues prouide: Most holie and Religious feare it is To keepe those many many bodies safe
[2205]
That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.
Rosin. The single And peculiar life is bound With all the strength and Armour of the minde, To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more,
[2210]
That Spirit, vpon whose spirit depends and rests The liues of many, the cease of Maiestie Dies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth draw What's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheele Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount,
[2215]
To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser things Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles, Each small annexment, pettie consequence Attends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer alone Did the King sighe, but with a generall grone.
King.
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Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage; For we will Fetters put vpon this feare, Which now goes too free‑footed.
Both. We will haste vs. Exeunt Gent. Enter Polonius. Pol. My Lord, he's going to his Mothers Closset:
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Behinde the Arras Ile conuey my selfe To heare the Processe. Ile warrant shee'l tax him home, And as you said, and wisely was it said, 'Tis meete that some more audience then a Mother, Since Nature makes them partiall, should o're‑heare
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The speech of vantage. Fare you well my Liege, Ile call vpon you ere you go to bed, And tell you what I know.
King. Thankes deere my Lord. Oh my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen.
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It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't, A Brothers murther. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharpe as will: My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent, And like a man to double businesse bound,
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I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect; what if this cursed hand Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood, Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heaue s To wash it white as Snow? Whereto serues mercy,
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But to confront the visage of Offence? And what's in Prayer, but this two‑fold force, To be fore‑stalled ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd being downe? Then Ile looke vp, My fault is past. But oh, what forme of Prayer
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Can serue my turne? Forgiue me my foule Murther: That cannot be, since I am still possest Of those effects for which I did the Murther. My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene: May one be pardon'd, and retaine th'offence?
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In the corrupted currants of this world, Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice, And oft 'tis seene, the wicked prize it selfe Buyes out the Law; but 'tis not so aboue, There is no shuffling, there the Action lyes
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In his true Nature, and we our selues compell'd Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To giue in euidence. What then ? What rests? Try what Repentance can. What can it not? Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
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Oh wretched state! Oh bosome, blacke as death! Oh limed soule, that strugling to be free, Art more ingag'd: Helpe Angels, make assay: Bow stubborne knees, and heart with strings of Steele, Be soft as sinewes of the new‑borne Babe,
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All may be well.
Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying, And now Ile doo't, and so he goes to Heauen, And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd, A Villaine killes my Father, and for that
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I his foule Sonne, do this same Villaine send To heauen. Oh this is hyre and Sallery, not Reuenge. He tooke my Father grossely, full of bread, With all his Crimes broad blowne, as fresh as May, And how his Audit stands, who knowes, saue Heauen:
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But in our circumstance and course of thought 'Tis heauie with him; and am I then reueng'd, To take him in the purging of his Soule, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No. Vp Sword, and know thou a more horrid hent
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When he is drunke asleepe: or in his Rage, Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed, At gaming, swearing, or about some acte That ha's no rellish of Saluation in't, Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at Heauen,
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And that his Soule may be as damn'd and blacke As Hell, whereto it goes. My Mother stayes, This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes.
Exit. King. My words flye vp, my thoughts remain below, Words without thoughts, neuer to Heauen go. Exit.
 

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      <l n="2235">It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't,</l>
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      <l n="2237">Though inclination be as sharpe as will:</l>
      <l n="2238">My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent,</l>
      <l n="2239">And like a man to double businesse bound,</l>
      <l n="2240">I stand in pause where I shall first begin,</l>
      <l n="2241">And both neglect; what if this cursed hand</l>
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      <l n="2243">Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heaue<gap/>s</l>
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      <l n="2247">To be fore‑stalled ere we come to fall,</l>
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      <l n="2249">My fault is past. But oh, what forme of Prayer</l>
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      <l n="2253">My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene:</l>
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      <l n="2255">In the corrupted currants of this world,</l>
      <l n="2256">Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice,</l>
      <l n="2257">And oft 'tis seene, the wicked prize it selfe</l>
      <l n="2258">Buyes out the Law; but 'tis not so aboue,</l>
      <l n="2259">There is no shuffling, there the Action lyes</l>
      <l n="2260">In his true Nature, and we our selues compell'd</l>
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      <l n="2263">Try what Repentance can. What can it not?</l>
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      <l n="2265">Oh wretched state! Oh bosome, blacke as death!</l>
      <l n="2266">Oh limed soule, that strugling to be free,</l>
      <l n="2267">Art more ingag'd: Helpe Angels, make assay:</l>
      <l n="2268">Bow stubborne knees, and heart with strings of Steele,</l>
      <l n="2269">Be soft as sinewes of the new‑borne Babe,</l>
      <l n="2270">All may be well.</l>
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      <l n="2273">And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd,</l>
      <l n="2274">A Villaine killes my Father, and for that</l>
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      <l n="2277">He tooke my Father grossely, full of bread,</l>
      <l n="2278">With all his Crimes broad blowne, as fresh as May,</l>
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      <l n="2284">Vp Sword, and know thou a more horrid hent</l>
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      <l n="2287">At gaming, swearing, or about some acte</l>
      <l n="2288">That ha's no rellish of Saluation in't,</l>
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