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PD Hamlet Identification
Shakespeare Electronic Conference, Vol. 2, No. 296. Monday, 11 Nov 1991.
 
 
(1)	Date:   Fri, 08 Nov 91 21:09:12 EDT
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	Subj:   Re: SHK 2.0293  Help Identifying 19th C *Hamlet*
 
(2)	Date: 	Mon, 11 Nov 1991 05:40:00 -0500
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	Subj: 	Re: SHK 2.0293  Help Identifying 19th C *Hamlet*
 
(3)	Date: 	Mon, 11 Nov 1991 05:51:19 -0500
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	Subj:   An Extended Sample of the Hamlet Text
 
	
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Date:         	Fri, 08 Nov 91 21:09:12 EDT
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Subject: 2.0293  Help Identifying 19th C *Hamlet*
Comment:      	Re: SHK 2.0293  Help Identifying 19th C *Hamlet*
 
Apart from some punctuation the Hamlet fragment matches exactly a school
text of Hamlet, the New Clarendon Shakespeare fp by the Clarendon Press
in 1947; it has the same unusual stage direction at the beginning.
But of course that "apart from some punctuation" could be a big exception.
 
And now I see that the so-called Complete Study Edition of Hamlet put out
in the name of Cliff's Notes also has the same direction. Neither
(as far as I can see at a quick glance) says anything about the source of
the text.
                 Antonia Forster
 
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Date: 		Mon, 11 Nov 1991 05:40:00 -0500
From: 		ERIC MITCHELL SABINSON (INSTITUTO DE ESTUDOS DA LINGUAGEM/
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Subject: 2.0293  Help Identifying 19th C *Hamlet*
Comment: 	Re: SHK 2.0293  Help Identifying 19th C *Hamlet*
 
Ken,
        One of the editions I have here, The Modern Readers SHAKESPEARE,
Society of Shakesperian Editors, New York (Bigelow, Smith @ Co., 1909) is
nearly identical script on the screen.  The names of the characters are
abbreviated, however.  These and the stage directions appear in italics.
 
ERIC
 
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Date: 		Mon, 11 Nov 1991 05:51:19 -0500
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Subject:      	An Extended Sample of the Hamlet Text
 
Thank-you to those who have replied so far.  Michael Hart advises me
that he has about a dozen Shakespearean texts which have been
submitted to Project Gutenberg as public domain texts, but without
information regarding their sources.  If we can identify their
sources, we are welcome to them, and any others he may find.
 
I append below a longer sample of the Hamlet text (all of 1.1 and the
opening of 1.2), in the hope that more distinctive features of the text
may appear.
 
						Ken Steele
						University of Toronto
 
Play: *HAMLET*.
 Act: ACT I.
Scen: SCENE I.
Text:           [Elsinore. A platform before the castle.]
                [FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO.]
                BERNARDO.
      Who's there?                                                      1/1/1
                FRANCISCO.
      Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.                       1/1/2
                BERNARDO.
      Long live the King!                                               1/1/3
                FRANCISCO.
      Bernardo?                                                         1/1/4
                BERNARDO.
      He.                                                               1/1/5
                FRANCISCO.
      You come most carefully upon your hour.                           1/1/6
                BERNARDO.
      'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.               1/1/7
                FRANCISCO.
      For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,                    1/1/8
      And I am sick at heart.                                           1/1/9
                BERNARDO.
      Have you had quiet guard?                                        1/1/10
                FRANCISCO.
                                 Not a mouse stirring.
                BERNARDO.
      Well, good night.                                                1/1/11
      If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,                            1/1/12
      The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.                     1/1/13
                FRANCISCO.
      I think I hear them.- Stand, ho! Who is there?                   1/1/14
                [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.]
                HORATIO.
      Friends to this ground.                                          1/1/15
                MARCELLUS.
                              And liegemen to the Dane.
                FRANCISCO.
      Give you good night.                                             1/1/16
                MARCELLUS.
                            O, farewell, honest soldier:
      Who hath relieved you?                                           1/1/17
                FRANCISCO.
                             Bernardo has my place.
      Give you good night.     [Exit.]                                 1/1/18
                MARCELLUS.
                           Holla! Bernardo!                            1/1/19
                BERNARDO.
                                             Say,-
      What, is Horatio there?                                          1/1/20
                HORATIO.
                               A piece of him.
                BERNARDO.
      Welcome, Horatio:- welcome, good Marcellus.                      1/1/20
                MARCELLUS.
      What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?                    1/1/21
                BERNARDO.
      I have seen nothing.                                             1/1/22
                MARCELLUS.
      Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,                               1/1/23
      And will not let belief take hold of him                         1/1/24
      Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:                   1/1/25
      Therefore I have entreated him along                             1/1/26
      With us to watch the minutes of this night;                      1/1/27
      That, if again this apparition come,                             1/1/28
      He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.                        1/1/29
                HORATIO.
      Tush, tush,'twill not appear.                                    1/1/30
                BERNARDO.
                                     Sit down awhile;
      And let us once again assail your ears,                          1/1/31
      That are so fortified against our story,                         1/1/32
      What we two nights have seen.                                    1/1/33
                HORATIO.
                                    Well, sit we down,
      And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.                          1/1/34
                BERNARDO.
      Last night of all,                                               1/1/35
      When yond same star that's westward from the pole                1/1/36
      Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven                 1/1/37
      Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,                        1/1/38
      The bell then beating one,-                                      1/1/39
                MARCELLUS.
      Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!               1/1/40
                [Enter GHOST.]
                BERNARDO.
      In the same figure, like the king that's dead.                   1/1/41
                MARCELLUS.
      Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.                        1/1/42
                BERNARDO.
      Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.                    1/1/43
                HORATIO.
      Most like:- it harrows me with fear and wonder.                  1/1/44
                BERNARDO.
      It would be spoke to.                                            1/1/45
                MARCELLUS.
                             Question it, Horatio.
                HORATIO.
      What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,                 1/1/46
      Together with that fair and warlike form                         1/1/47
      In which the majesty of buried Denmark                           1/1/48
      Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!             1/1/49
                MARCELLUS.
      It is offended.                                                  1/1/50
                BERNARDO.
                      See, it stalks away!
                HORATIO.
      Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee speak!     [Exit GHOST.]       1/1/51
                MARCELLUS.
      'Tis gone, and will not answer.                                  1/1/52
                BERNARDO.
      How now, Horatio! you tremble, and look pale:                    1/1/53
      Is not this something more than fantasy?                         1/1/54
      What think you on't?                                             1/1/55
                HORATIO.
      Before my God, I might not this believe                          1/1/56
      Without the sensible and true avouch                             1/1/57
      Of mine own eyes.                                                1/1/58
                MARCELLUS.
                        Is it not like the King?
                HORATIO.
      As thou art to thyself:                                          1/1/59
      Such was the very armour he had on                               1/1/60
      When he th'ambitious Norway combated;                            1/1/61
      So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,                     1/1/62
      He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.                         1/1/63
      'Tis strange.                                                    1/1/64
                MARCELLUS.
      Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,                   1/1/65
      With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.                    1/1/66
                HORATIO.
      In what particular thought to work I know not;                   1/1/67
      But, in the gross and scope of my opinion,                       1/1/68
      This bodes some strange eruption to our state.                   1/1/69
                MARCELLUS.
      Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,                  1/1/70
      Why this same strict and most observant watch                    1/1/71
      So nightly toils the subject of the land;                        1/1/72
      And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,                        1/1/73
      And foreign mart for implements of war;                          1/1/74
      Why such impress of *shipwrights,* whose sore task               1/1/75
      Does not divide the Sunday from the week;                        1/1/76
      What might be toward, that this sweaty haste                     1/1/77
      Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:                 1/1/78
      Who is't that can inform me?                                     1/1/79
                HORATIO.
                                    That can I;
      At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,                    1/1/80
      Whose image even but now appear'd to us,                         1/1/81
      Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,                       1/1/82
      Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,                      1/1/83
      Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet-                1/1/84
      For so this side of our known world esteem'd him-                1/1/85
      Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,              1/1/86
      Well ratified by law and heraldry,                               1/1/87
      Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands                  1/1/88
      Which he stood seized of to the conqueror:                       1/1/89
      Against the which, a moiety competent                            1/1/90
      Was gaged by our king; which had return'd                        1/1/91
      To the inheritance of Fortinbras,                                1/1/92
      Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same cov'nant,                1/1/93
      And carriage of the article design'd,                            1/1/94
      His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,                  1/1/95
      Of unimproved mettle hot and full,                               1/1/96
      Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,                    1/1/97
      Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,                          1/1/98
      For food and diet, to some enterprise                            1/1/99
      That hath a stomach in't: which is no other-                    1/1/100
      As it doth well appear unto our state-                          1/1/101
      But to recover of us, by strong hand                            1/1/102
      And terms compulsative, those foresaid lands                    1/1/103
      So by his father lost: and this, I take it,                     1/1/104
      Is the main motive of our preparations,                         1/1/105
      The source of this our watch, and the chief head                1/1/106
      Of this post-haste and romage in the land.                      1/1/107
                BERNARDO.
      I think it be no other but e'en so:                             1/1/108
      Well may it sort, that this portentous figure                   1/1/109
      Comes armed through our watch; so like the king                 1/1/110
      That was and is the question of these wars.                     1/1/111
                HORATIO.
      A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.                         1/1/112
      In the most high and palmy state of Rome,                       1/1/113
      A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,                         1/1/114
      The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead               1/1/115
      Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:                     1/1/116
      As, stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,               1/1/117
      Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,                       1/1/118
      Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,                   1/1/119
      Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:                       1/1/120
      And even the like precurse of fierce events-                    1/1/121
      As harbingers preceding still the fates,                        1/1/122
      And prologue to the omen coming on-                             1/1/123
      Have heaven and earth together demonstrated                     1/1/124
      Unto our climatures and countrymen.-                            1/1/125
      But, soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!                    1/1/126
                [Enter GHOST again.]
      I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay, illusion!             1/1/127
      If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,                        1/1/128
      Speak to me:                                                    1/1/129
      If there be any good thing to be done,                          1/1/130
      That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,                      1/1/131
      Speak to me:                                                    1/1/132
      If thou art privy to thy country's fate,                        1/1/133
      Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,                          1/1/134
      O, speak!                                                       1/1/135
      Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life                           1/1/136
      Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,                         1/1/137
      For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,             1/1/138
        [Cock crows.]
      Speak of it:- stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus.             1/1/139
                MARCELLUS.
      Shall I strike at it with my partisan?                          1/1/140
                HORATIO.
      Do, if it will not stand.                                       1/1/141
                BERNARDO.
                                'Tis here!
                HORATIO.
                                            'Tis here!
                MARCELLUS.
      'Tis gone!     [Exit GHOST.]                                    1/1/142
      We do it wrong, being so majestical,                            1/1/143
      To offer it the show of violence;                               1/1/144
      For it is, as the air, invulnerable,                            1/1/145
      And our vain blows malicious mockery.                           1/1/146
                BERNARDO.
      It was about to speak when the cock crew.                       1/1/147
                HORATIO.
      And then it started like a guilty thing                         1/1/148
      Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,                           1/1/149
      The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,                      1/1/150
      Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat                  1/1/151
      Awake the god of day; and at his warning,                       1/1/152
      Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,                        1/1/153
      Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies                           1/1/154
      To his confine: and of the truth herein                         1/1/155
      This present object made probation.                             1/1/156
                MARCELLUS.
      It faded on the crowing of the cock.                            1/1/157
      Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes                   1/1/158
      Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,                      1/1/159
      The bird of dawning singeth all night long:                     1/1/160
      And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad;                 1/1/161
      The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,               1/1/162
      No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;                  1/1/163
      So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.                        1/1/164
                HORATIO.
      So have I heard, and do in part believe it.                     1/1/165
      But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,                     1/1/166
      Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:                    1/1/167
      Break we our watch up: and, by my advice,                       1/1/168
      Let us impart what we have seen to-night                        1/1/169
      Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,                           1/1/170
      This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:                     1/1/171
      Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,                   1/1/172
      As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?                      1/1/173
                MARCELLUS.
      Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know                     1/1/174
      Where we shall find him most convenient.     [Exeunt.]          1/1/175
 
 
Play: *HAMLET*.
 Act: ACT I.
Scen: SCENE II.
Text:           [A room of state in the castle.]
                [Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES,
                VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, LORDS, and ATTENDANTS.]
                KING.
      Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death                     1/2/1
      The memory be green; and that it us befitted                      1/2/2
      To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom                1/2/3
      To be contracted in one brow of woe;                              1/2/4
      Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,                    1/2/5
      That we with wisest sorrow think on him,                          1/2/6
      Together with remembrance of ourselves.                           1/2/7
 

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