Hamlet Act II, Scene ii: First Folio no Punctuation
Hamlet Act II, Scene ii Hamlet
(First Folio edition, with no punctuation)
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- I so God buy’ ye Now I am alone.
- Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slave am I?
- Is it not monstrous that this Player heere
- But in a fixtion in a dreame of passion
- Could force his soule so to his whole conceit
- That from her working all his visage warm’d
- Teares in his eyes distraction in’s Aspect
- A broken voyce and his whole Funcion suiting
- With formes to his Conceit? And all for nothing?
- For Hecuba?
- What’s Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba
- That he should weepe for her? What would he doe
- Had he the Motive and the Cue for passion
- That I have? He would drowne the Stage in teares
- And cleave the generall eare with horrid speech
- Make mad the guilty and apale the free
- Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed
- The very faculty of Eyes and Eares. Yet I
- A dull and muddy-mettled Rascall peake
- Like John-a-dreames unpregnant of my cause
- And can say nothing No not for a King
- Upon whose property and most deere life
- A damn’d defeate was made. Am I a Cow-ard?
- Who calls me villaine? Breaks my pate acrosse?
- Pluckes off my Beard and blowes it in my face?
- Tweakes me by’th’Nose? Gives me the Lye I’the’Throate
- As deep as to the Lungs? Who does me this?
- Ha? Why I should take it for it can not be
- But I am Pigeon liver’d and lacke Gall
- To make Opression bitter or ere this
- I should have fatted all the Region Kites
- With this Slave’s Offal bloudy a Bawdy villain
- Remorseless Trecherous Letcherous Kindless villaine!
- O Vengeance!
- Who? What an Asse am I? I sure this is most brave
- That I the Sonne of the Deere Murthered
- Prompted to my Revenge by Heaven and Hell
- Must like a Whore unpacke my heart with words
- And fall a-Cursing like a very Drab
- A Scullion? Fye upon’t Foh! About my Braine.
- I have heard that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play
- Have by the very cunning of the Scene
- Been stroke so to the sould that presently
- They have proclaim’d their malefactions
- For murther thought it have no tongue will speake
- With most miraculous organ. Ile have these Players
- Play something like the murder of my Father
- Before mine Unkle. Ile observe his lookes
- Ile tent him to the Quicke If he but blench
- I know my course. The Spirit that I have seene
- May be the Divell and Divell hath power
- To assume a pleasing shape yea and perhaps
- Out of my Weaknesse and my melancholy
- As he is very potent with such spirits
- Abuses me to damne me. I’ll have grounds
- More Relative then this The Play’s the thing
- Wherein Ile catch the Conscience of the King.
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