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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59527	The tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark as it is now acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by William Shakespeare.	D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Hamlet.	1676 (1676)	Wing S2950; ESTC R17530	61,735	94

Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our Climatures and Countrymen Enter Ghost But soft behold lo where it comes again I 'le cross it though it blast me Stay illusion He spreads his arms If thou hast any sound or use of voice Speak to me if there be any good thing to be done That may to thee do ease and grace to me Speak to me If thou art privy to thy Countries fate Which happily foreknowing may avoid O speak Or if thou hast uphoorded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth For which they say your spirits oft walk in death The Cock crows Speak of it stay and speak stop it Marcellus Mar. Shall I strike it with my Partisan Hor. Do if it will not stand Bar. 'T is here Hor. 'T is here Mar. 'T is gone Exit Ghost We do it wrong being so majestical To offer it the shew of violence It is ever as the air invulnerable And our vain blows malicious mockery Bar. It was about to speak when the Cock crew Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful s●mmons I have heard The Cock that is the trumpet to the morn Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat Awake the god of day and at his warning Whether in sea or fire in earth or air Th' extravagant and erring spirit hyes To his confine and of the truth herein This present object made probation Mar. It faded at the crowing of the Cock Some say that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviours birth is celebrated This bird of dawning singeth all night long And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad The nights are wholesome then no Planets strike No Fairy takes no Witch hath power to charm So hallowed and so gracious is that time Hor. ' So have I heard and do in part believe it But look the morn in russet mantle clad Walks o're the dew of you high Eastern hill Break we our watch up and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen to night Unto young Hamlet perhaps This spirit dumb to us will speak to him Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it As needful in our loves fitting our duty Mar. Le ts do 't I pray and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient Exeunt Flourish Enter Claudius King of Denmark Gertrad the Queen Council as Polonius and his Son Laertes Hamlet cum aliis King Though yet of Halmet our dear brothers death The memory be green and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and our whole Kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of our selves Therefore our sometime Sister now our Queen Th' Imperial Jointress to this warlike State Have we as 't were with a defeated joy With an auspicious and a dropping eye With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage In equal scale weighing delight and dole Taken to wife nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms which have freely gone With this affair along for all our thanks Now follows that you know young Fortinbrass Holding a weak supposal of our worth Or thinking by our late dear brothers death Our state to be dis-joynt and out of frame Colleagued with this dream of his advantage He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father with all bands of Law To our most valiant brother So much for him Now for our self and for this time of meeting Thus much the business is we have here writ To Norway Uncle of young Fortinbrass Who impotent and bedrid scarcely hears Of this his Nephews purpose to suppress His further gate herein in that the levies The lists and full proportions are all made Out of his subjects and we now dispatch You good Cornelius and you Voltemand Ambassadors to old Norway Who have no further personal power Of Treaty with the King more than the scope Of these delated Articles allow Farewel and let your haste commend your duty Cor. Vo. In that and all things will we shew our duty King We doubt it nothing heartily farewel Now Laertes what 's the news with you You told us of some suit what is 't Laertes You cannot speak of reason to the Dane And lose your voice what would'st thou beg Laertes That shall not be my offer not thy asking The head is not more native to the heart The hand more instrumental to the mouth Than is the Throne of Denmark to thy Father What would'st thou have Laertes Laer. My dear Lord Your leave and favour to return to France From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To shew my duty in your Coronation Yet now I must confess that duty done My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon King Have you your fathers leave what says Polonius Polo He hath my Lord wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent I do beseech you give him leave to go King Take thy fair hour Laertes time be thine And thy best graces spend it at thy will But now my cousin Hamlet and my son Ham. A little more than kin and less than kin King How is it that the clouds still hang only Ham. Not so much my Lord I am too much i●… Queen Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour ●… And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust Thou know'st 't is common all that live must die Passing through nature to eternity Ham. I Madam it is common Queen If it be Why seems it so particular with thee Ham. Seems Madam nay it is I know not see●… 'T is not alone this mourning cloke could smother Nor customary sutes of solemn black Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath No nor the fruitful river in the eye Nor the dejected haviour of the visage Together with all forms moods shapes of grief That can denote me truly these indeed seem For they are actions that a man might play But I have that within which passes shew These but the trappings and the suits of woe King 'T is sweet and commendable in your natu●… 〈◊〉 To give these mourning duties to your father But you must know your father lost a father That father lost lost his and the surviver bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow but to persevere In obstinate condolement dares express An impious stubbornness 't is unmanly grief It shews a will most incorrect to heaven A heart unfortified or mind impatient An understanding simple and unschool'd For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to

you Capt. Against some part of Poland Ham. Who commands them Sir Capt. The Nephew of old Norway Fortinbrass Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland Sir Or for some frontier Capt. Truly to speak and with no addition We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name 'To pay five duckets five I would not farm it Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole A ranker rate should it be sold in fee. Ham. Why then the Pollock never will defend it Capt. Nay 't is already garrison'd Ham. Two thousand souls and 20000 luckets Will not debate the question of this straw This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace That inward breaks and shews no cause without Why the man dies I humbly thank you Sir Capt. God b●w ye Sir Ros Wil 't please you go my Lord Ham. I 'll be with you straight go a little before How all occasions do inform against me And spur my dull revenge what is a man If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed a beast no more Sure he that made us with such large discourse Looking before and after gave us not That capability and God-like reason To fust in us unus'd now whether it be Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward I do not know Why yet I live to say this thing 's to do Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do 't examples gross as earth exhort me Witness this army of such mass and charge Led by a delicate and tender Prince Whose spirit with divine ambition puft Makes mouths at the invisible event Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune death and danger dare Even for an egg-shell Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour 's at the stake How stand I then That have a father kill'd a mothor stain'd Excitements of my reason and my blood And let all sleep while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasie and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the flain O from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth Exit Enter Horatio Gertrard and a Gentleman Qu. I will not speak with her Gent. She is importunate Indeed distracted and deserves pity Qu. What would she have Gent. She speaks much of her father says she hears There 's tricks i' th' world and hems and beats her heart Spurns enviously at straws speaks things in doubt That carry but half sense her speech is nothing Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection they yawn at it And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts Which as winks and nods and gestures yield them Indeed would make one think there might be thought Though nothing sure yet much unhappily Hora. 'T were good she were spoken with for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds Let her come in Enter Ophelia Qu. To my sick soul as sins true nature is Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss So full of artless jealousie is guilt It spills it self in fearing to be spilt Ophel Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark Qu. How now Ophelia She sings Ophel How should I your true love know from another one By his cockle hat and staff and by his sendal shoon Qu. Alas sweet Lady what imports this song Ophel Say you nay pray you mark He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone Song At his head a grass green turf at his heels a stone O ho. Qu. Nay but Ophelia Oph. Pray you mark White his shrowd as the mountain snow Enter King Qu. Alas look here my Lord. Ophel Larded all with sweet flowers Song Which beweept to the ground did not go With true love showers King How do you pretty Lady Ophel Well good dild you they say the Owl was a Bakers daughter we know what we are but know not what we may be King Conceit upon her father Ophel Pray et's have no words of this but when they ask you what it means say you this To morrow is S. Valentines day Song All in the morning betime And I a Maid at your window To be your Valentine Then up he rose and dond his clothes and dupt the Chamber door Let in the Maid that out a Maid never departed more King Pretty Ophelia Ophel Indeed without an oath I 'll make an end on 't By gis and by Saint Charity alack and fie for shame Young men will do 't if they come to 't by cock they are to blame Quoth she before you tumbled me you promis'd me to wed He answers So should I have done by yonder Sun And thou hadst not come to my bed King How long hath she been thus Oph. I hope all will be well we must be patient but I cannot chuse but weep to think they would lay him i' th cold ground my brother shall know of it and so I thank you for your good counsel Come my coach good night Ladies good night Sweet Ladies good night good night King Follow her close give her good watch I pray you O this is the poison of deep grief it springs all from her fathers death and now behold O Gertrard Gertrard When sorrows come they come not single spies But in battalians first her father slain Next your son gone and he most violent author Of his own just remove the people muddied Thick and unwholsome in thoughts and whispers For good Polonius death and we have done but Obscurely to interr him poor Ophelia Divided from her self and her fair judgment Without which we are but pictures or meer beasts Last and as much containing as all these Her brother is in secret come from France Feeds on this wonder keeps himself in clouds And wants not whispers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his fathers death Wherein necessity of matter beggerd Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear ' ' O my dear Gertrard this Like to a murdering-piece in many places Gives me superfluous death A noise within Enter Messengers King Where are my Swissers let them guard the door What is the matter Messen Save your self my Lord. The Ocean over-peering of his list Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes in a riotous head O're-bears your Officers the rabble call him Lord And as the world were now but to begin Antiquity forgot custom not known The ratifiers and props of every word They cry chuse we Laertes for our King Caps hands and tongues applaud it to the clouds Laertes shall be King Qu. How chearfully on