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The Tragedy of Hamlet
Prince of Denmarke
Thou canst not then be false to any one,
Farewel, my blessing with thee.
Farewel, my blessing with thee.
Lear. I humbly take my leaue, farewell Ofelia,
exit.And remember well what I haue said to you.
exit.And remember well what I haue said to you.
Ofel. It is already lock't within my hart,
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
Cor. What i'st Ofel.a he hath saide to you?
Ofel. Somthing touching the prince Hamlet.
Cor. Mar. wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnderstand,
That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence
Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so,
As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution
I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe
So well as befits my honor, and your credite.
That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence
Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so,
As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution
I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe
So well as befits my honor, and your credite.
Ofel. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue to me.
Cor. Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.
Ofel. And withall, such earnest vowes.
Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks,
What, do not I know when the blood doth burne,
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.
What, do not I know when the blood doth burne,
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.
Ofel. I shall obay my lord in all I may.
Cor. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters,
“For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
“Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes
To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire;
Come in Ofelia, such men often proue,
“Great in their wordes, but little in their loue.
“For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
“Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes
To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire;
Come in Ofelia, such men often proue,
“Great in their wordes, but little in their loue.
exeunt. Ofel. I will my lord.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
Ham. The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and
An nipping winde, what houre i'st?
An nipping winde, what houre i'st?
Sound Trumpets. Hor. I think it lacks of twelue,
Mar. No, t'is strucke.Hora.
Hor. Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord?
Ham. O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse,
Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp‐spring reeles,
And as he dreames, his draughts of renish downe,
The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out,
The triumphes of his pledge.
Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp‐spring reeles,
And as he dreames, his draughts of renish downe,
The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out,
The triumphes of his pledge.
Hor. Is it a custome here?
Ham. I mary i'st and though I am
Natiue here, and to the maner borne,
It is a custome, more honourd in the breach,
Then in the obseruance.
Natiue here, and to the maner borne,
It is a custome, more honourd in the breach,
Then in the obseruance.
Enter the Ghost.
Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs,
Be thou a spirite of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from heanen, or blasts from hell:
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou commest in such questionable shape,
That I will speake to thee,
Ile call thee Hamlet, King, Father, Royall Dane,
O answere mee, let mee not burst in ignorance,
But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death
Haue burst their ceremonies: why thy Sepulcher,
In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd,
Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes,
To cast thee vp againe: what may this meane,
That thou, dead corse, againe in compleate steele,
Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone,
Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature,
So horridely to shake our disposition,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules?
Say, speake, wherefore, what may this meane?
Be thou a spirite of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from heanen, or blasts from hell:
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou commest in such questionable shape,
That I will speake to thee,
Ile call thee Hamlet, King, Father, Royall Dane,
O answere mee, let mee not burst in ignorance,
But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death
Haue burst their ceremonies: why thy Sepulcher,
In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd,
Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes,
To cast thee vp againe: what may this meane,
That thou, dead corse, againe in compleate steele,
Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone,
Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature,
So horridely to shake our disposition,
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules?
Say, speake, wherefore, what may this meane?
Hor. It beckons you, as though it had something
To impart to you alone.
To impart to you alone.
Mar. Looke with what courteous action
It waues you to a more remoued ground,
It waues you to a more remoued ground,
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