ss--a pretence of fearing the play may glance at the queen for
marrying him?]

[Footnote 2: 'It is but jest; don't be afraid: there is no reality in
it'--as one might say to a child seeing a play.]

[Footnote 3: Figuratively: from _trope_. In the _1st Q._ the passage
stands thus:

_Ham_. Mouse-trap: mary how trapically: this play is
The image of a murder done in _guyana_,]

[Footnote 4: Here Hamlet endangers himself to force the king to
self-betrayal.]

[Footnote 5: _In Q. after next line._]

[Footnote 6: In a puppet-play, if she and her love were the puppets, he
could supply the speeches.]

[Footnote 7: Is this a misprint for 'so you _must take_ husbands'--for
better and worse, namely? or is it a thrust at his mother--'So you
mis-take husbands, going from the better to a worse'? In _1st Q._: 'So
you must take your husband, begin.']

[Footnote 8: Probably a mocking parody or burlesque of some well-known
exaggeration--such as not a few of Marlowe's lines.]

[Footnote 9: 'none beholding save the accomplice hour:'.]

[Footnote 10: _Not in Q._]

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His name's _Gonzago_: the Story is extant and writ
[Sidenote: and written]
in choyce Italian. You shall see anon how the
[Sidenote: in very choice]
Murtherer gets the loue of _Gonzago's_ wife.

_Ophe_. The King rises.[1]

_Ham_. What, frighted with false fire.[2]

_Qu_. How fares my Lord?

_Pol_. Giue o're the Play.

_King_. Giue me some Light. Away.[3]

_All_. Lights, Lights, Lights. _Exeunt_
[Sidenote: _Pol. | Exeunt all but Ham. & Horatio._]

_Manet Hamlet & Horatio._

_Ham_.[4] Why let the strucken Deere go weepe,
The Hart vngalled play:
For some must watch, while some must sleepe;
So runnes the world away.
Would not this[5] Sir, and a Forrest of Feathers, if
the rest of my Fortunes turne Turke with me; with
two Prouinciall Roses[6] on my rac'd[7] Shooes, get me
[Sidenote: with prouinciall | raz'd]
a Fellowship[8] in a crie[9] of Players sir. [Sidenote: Players?]

_Hor_. Halfe a share.

_Ham_. A whole one I,[10]
[11] For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere,
This Realme dismantled was of Loue himselfe,
And now reignes heere.
A verie verie Paiocke.[12]

_Hora_. You might haue Rim'd.[13]

_Ham_. Oh good _Horatio_, Ile take the Ghosts
word for a thousand pound. Did'st