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fle bord him presently, oh giue me leaue,
How does my good lord Hamlet ?

Ham. Well, God a mercy.
Pol. Doe you know me my lord ?
Ham. Excellent well, you are a fifhmonger.
Pol. Not I my lord.
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol. Honest my lord.

Ham. I fir to be honest as this world goes,
Is to be one man pickt out of tenne thousand.

Pol. That's very true my lord.

Ham. For if the sunne breed maggots in a dead dogge, be* ing a good kifling carrion. IIaue you a daughter? Pol. I haue my

lord. Ham. Let her not walke i'th sunne, conception is a blesing, But as your daughter may conceaue, friend looke to't.

Pol. How fay you by that, still harping on my daughter, yet he knew me not at first, a fayd I was a filhmonger, a is farre gone, and truely in my youth, I suffred much extremity for loue, very neere this. Ile speake to him againe. What doe you read my lord.

Ham. Words, words, words,
Pol. What is the matter my lord.
Ham. Betweene who.
Pol. I meane the matter that

you my

lord. Ham. Slanders fir; for the fatericall rogue faies here, that oid men haue gray beards, that their faces are wrinckled, their eyes purging thick amber, and plum-tree gum, and that they haue a plentifull lacke of wit, together with most weake hams, all which fir though I most powerfully and potently belieue, yet I hold it not honesty to haue it thus set downe, for your felfe sir shall grow old as I am; if like a crab you could goe backeward.



Pol. Though this be madnesle, yet there is method in't, wil you walke out of the ayre my lord.

Ham. Into my graue.

Pol. Indeede that's out of the agre; how pregnant sometimes his replies are, a happines that often madnes hits on, which reason and sanctity could not so prosperously be deliuered of. I will leave him and my daughter. My lord, I will take my leaue of you.

Ham. You cannot take from me any thing that I will not more willingly part withall : except my life, except my life, except my life.

Enter Guildersterne, and Rofoncraus.

Polo. Fare you well my lord.
Ham. These tedious old fooles.
Pols. You goe to seeke the lord Hamlet, there he is.
Rof. God faue you fir.
Guyl. My honor'd lord.
Rof. My moft deere lord.
Ham. My exelent s good friends, how dost thou Guilder-

A Rosencraus, good lads how doe you both ?

Rof. As the indifferent children of the earth.
Guyl. Happy, in that we are not euer happy on fortunes

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We are not the very button.

Ham. Nor the foles of her shooe.
Ros. Neither my lord.

Ham. Then you liue about her wast, or in the middle of her favors.

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Ha. In the secret parts of fortune, oh most true, she is a

strumpet. What newes ?

Rof. None my lord, but the worlds growne honest.
Ham. Then is doomes day neere, but your newes is not

true ;
But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsonoure?

Rof. To visit you my lord, no other occafion.

Ham. Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thank you, and sure deare friends, my thankes are too deare a halfpeny: were you not fent for ? is it your owne inclining ? is it a free visitation ? come, come, deale iustly with me, come, come, nay speake.

Guy. What should we say my lord ?

Ham. Any thing but to'th purpose ; you were fent for, and there is a kind of confession in your lookes, which your modestyes haue not craft enough to cullour, I know the good king and queene haue fent for you.

Rof. To what end my lord ?

Ham. That you must teach me: but let me coniure you, by the rights of our fellowshippe, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our euer preserued loue ; and by what more deare a better proposer can charge § you withall, bee euen and direct with mee whether you were sent for or no.

Rof. What say you ?
Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you, if you loue me hold

not off.
Guy!. My lord wee were sent for.

Ham. I will tell you why fo fall my anticipation preuent your discouery, and your secrecie to the king and queene moule no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore I know not, loft all my mirth, forgon all custome of exercises, and indeede it goes so heauily with my disposition, that this goodly frame the Schange.


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carth, seemes to mee a sterill promontorie, this most excellent
canopie che ayre, looke you, this braue ore-hanged § firmament,
this maiesticall roofe fretted with golden fire, why it appearth
nothing to me but a foule and pestilent congregation of va-
pours. What + peece of worke is a man, how noble in reason,
how infinit in faculties, in forme and moouing, how expresse
and admirable in action, how like an angell in appreliension,
how like a god : the beauty of the world ; the parragon of
annimales, and yet to mee, what is this quintessence of dust?
man delights not mee nor woman neither, though by your
smiling you feeme to say fo.

Rof. My lord there was no such stuffe in my thoughts.
Ham. Why did yee laugh then, when I said man delights

not me.

Ref. To thinke my lord if you delight not in man, what lenton entertainement the players shal receiue from you, wee coted them on the way, and hether are the || coming to offer

you seruice.

Ham. He that playes the king shal be welcome, his maiefty shal haue tribute on mee, the aduenterous knight shal vse his foyle and target, the louer shal not fing gratis, the hu. morous man fhal end his part in peace and the lady shal say her mind freely : or the blanke verse fhal hault for't. What players are they?

Rof. Euen those you were wone to take such delight in, the tragedians of the citty.

Ham. How chances it the ft travaile ? their residence both in reputation and profit was better both wayes.

Rof. I thinke their inhibition, comes by the meanes of the late innouation.

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Rof. No indeede are they not.

Ham. It is not very strange, for my vncle is king of Denmarke and those that would make mouths at him while my father liued, giue twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred duckets a peece, for his picture in little : s'bloud there is something in this more then naturall, if philosophy could find it out.

A florisb. Guyl. There are the players.

Ham. Gentlemen you are welcome to Elfonoure, your hands, come then th apportenance of welcome is fashion and ceremonie; let mee comply with you in this garb : let my extent to the players, which I tell you must sowe fayrely outwards, fhould more appeare like entertainement then yours ? you are welcome : but my vncle father, and aunt-mother, are deceaued.

Guyl. In what my deare lord.

Ham. I am but mad north north weft; when the wind is southerly, I know a hauke from a hand-saw.

Enter Polonius.

Pol. Well be with you gentlemen.

Ham. Hark. you Guyldensterne, and you to, are g each eare a hearer, that great baby as you see is not yet out of his swadling clouts.

Rof. Happily he is the second time come to them, for they fay an old man is twice a child.

Ham. I will prophecy that I he comes to tell me of the players ; marke it, you say right fic a Monday morning t’was then indeed.

Pol. My lord I haue newes to tell you.

Ham. My lord I haue newes to tell you : when Radius was an actor in Rome. Pol. The actors are come hether my lord. tas omitted. I that omitted.


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