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<!DOCTYPE transcription SYSTEM "http://www.livesandletters.ac.uk/schema/aor_20141023.dtd">
<transcription xmlns:xsi="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance"
xsi:noNamespaceSchemaLocation="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/ChrisRG/ReadingHamlet/master/RHschema.xsd">
<page filename="Hamlet.027v.tif" pagination="54" signature="III.4" reader="John Ward"/> <!-- Signature = act + scene -->
<annotation>
<substitution method="pen" type="replacement" copyText="
To give the world assurance of a man: |
This was your husband. Look you now what follows, |
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear |
Blasting his wholsome brother: have you eyes? |
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, |
And batten on this moor? ha! have you eyes? |
You cannot call it love, for at your age |
The heyday of the blood is tame, it's humble, |
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment |
Would step from this to this? sense sure you have, |
Else could you not have motion, but sure that sense |
Is apoplext, for madness would not err, |
Nor sense to extasie was ne'er so thrall'd, |
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice |
To serve in such a difference: " what Devil was 't |
" That thus hath couzen'd you at hodman-blind? |
" Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, |
" Ears without hands, or eyes, smelling sans all, |
" Or but a sickly part of one true sense |
" Could not so mope, " Oh shame! where is thy blush? |
Rebellious hell, |
If thou canst mutine in a Matron's bones |
To flaming youth, let virtue be as wax |
And melt in her own fire, proclaim no shame |
When the compulsive ardure gives the charge, |
Since frost itself as actively doth burn, |
And reason pardons will."
amendedText="
To give the world assurance of a man: |
This was your husband,-- Look you now what follows; |
Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear |
Blasting his wholsome brother: have you eyes? |
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, |
And batten on this moore? ha! have you eyes? |
You cannot call it love; for, at your age, |
The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, |
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment |
Would step from this to this? sense, sure, you have, |
Else could you not have motion: but, sure, that sense |
Is apoplext: for madness would not err; |
Nor sense to extasie was ne'er so thrall'd, |
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice |
To serve in such a difference.-- |
Oh shame! where is thy blush? |
Rebellious hell, |
If thou canst mutiny in a Matron's bones |
To flaming youth, let virtue be as wax |
And melt in her own fire. proclaim no shame, |
When the compulsive ardure gives the charge; |
Since frost itself as actively doth burn, |
And reason panders will."/>
<substitution method="pen" type="deletion" copyText="
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment |
Would step from this to this? sense, sure, you have, |
Else could you not have motion: but, sure, that sense |
Is apoplext: for madness would not err; |
Nor sense to extasie was ne'er so thrall'd, |
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice |
To serve in such a difference.-- |
Oh shame! where is thy blush? |
Rebellious hell, |
If thou canst mutiny in a Matron's bones |
To flaming youth, let virtue be as wax |
And melt in her own fire. proclaim no shame, |
When the compulsive ardure gives the charge; |
Since frost itself as actively doth burn, |
And reason panders will."
amendedText="
And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment |
Would step from this to this?"/>
<substitution method="pen" type="deletion" copyText="
" And there I see such black and grieved spots |
" As will leave there their tinct." amendedText=""/>
<substitution method="pen" type="replacement" copyText="
Stew'd in corruption, " honeying and making love |
" Over the nasty stye." amendedText=""/>
<substitution method="pen" type="replacement" copyText="
Qu. O speak to me no more, |
These words like daggers enter in mine ears, |
No more sweet Hamlet." amendedText="Qu. No more sweet Hamlet."/>
<substitution method="pen" type="replacement" copyText="
Ham. A murtherer and a villain, |
A slave that's not the twentieth part the tythe |
Of your precedent Lord, a vice of Kings, |
A cut-purse of the Empire and the rule,"
amendedText="Ham. A murtherer and a villain!-- |
A slave, that's not the twentieth part the tythe |
Of your precedent Lord. a vice of Kings;-- |
A cut-purse of the Empire and the rule,"/>
<symbol name="Hatching" place="right_margin" text="[Enter Ghost."/>
</annotation>
</transcription>