The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke - The First ('Bad') Quarto by William Shakespeare
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Or there be, and if they might, or such ambiguous.
Giuing out to note, that you know aught of mee, This not to doe, so grace, and mercie At your most need helpe you, sweare. _Ghost_. sweare. _Ham._ Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so gentlemen, In all my loue I do commend mee to you, And what so poore a man as _Hamlet_ may, To pleasure you, God willing shall not want, Nay come lett's go together, But stil your fingers on your lippes I pray, The time is out of ioynt, O cursed spite, That euer I was borne to set it right, Nay come lett's go together. _Exeunt._ _Enter Corambis, and Montano._ _Cor._ _Montano_, here, these letters to my sonne, And this same mony with my blessing to him, And bid him ply his learning good _Montano_. _Mon._ I will my lord. _Cor._ You shall do very well _Montano_, to say thus, I knew the gentleman, or know his father, To inquire the manner of his life, As thus; being amongst his acquaintance, You may say, you saw him at such a time, marke you mee, At game, or drincking, swearing, or drabbing, You may go so farre. _Mon._ My lord, that will impeach his reputation. _Cor._ I faith not a whit, no not a whit, Now happely hee closeth with you in the consequence, As you may bridle it not disparage him a iote. |
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