How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.
C: Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done—must send thee hence
Therefore prepare thyself.
Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
H:For England?
England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.
Do it, England
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir
Or for some frontier?
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
This is th' impostume of much wealth and peace
Will not debate the question of this straw.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
O: (sings) How should I your true love know
From another one?
G: Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
O: (sings) He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,