The Tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark - A Study with the Text of the Folio of 1623 by George MacDonald
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[Sidenote: 4] _Mar._ Thou art a Scholler; speake to it _Horatio._
_Barn._ Lookes it not like the King? Marke it _Horatio_. [Sidenote: Looks a not] _Hora._ Most like: It harrowes me with fear and wonder. [Sidenote: horrowes[1]] _Barn._ It would be spoke too.[2] _Mar._ Question it _Horatio._ [Sidenote: Speak to it _Horatio_] _Hor._ What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night,[3] Together with that Faire and Warlike forme[4] In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes[5] march: By Heauen I charge thee speake. _Mar._ It is offended.[6] _Barn._ See, it stalkes away. _Hor._ Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake. _Exit the Ghost._ [Sidenote: _Exit Ghost._] _Mar._ 'Tis gone, and will not answer. _Barn._ How now _Horatio_? You tremble and look pale: Is not this something more then Fantasie? What thinke you on't? _Hor._ Before my God, I might not this beleeue |
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