HAMLET
PRINCE
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DRAMATIS PER80NM
Claudius, king of Denmark.
Hamlet, son to the late, and nephew to the present king.
POLONius, lord chamberlain.
HoBATio, friend to Hamlet.
Laertes, son to Polonius.
YOLTIMAND,
CoEN:ELrus,
ROSENCBANTZ,
GUILDENSTERN,
OSBIC,
A Gentleman,
A Priest.
Mabcellus, ) «.
Bebnabdo, ] ''^''^''^'
Fbakcisco, a soldier.
Eeynaldo, servant to Polonius.
Players.
Two Clowns, grave-diggers.
FoBTiNBBAS, prince of Norway.
A Captain.
English Ambassadors.
Gebtbude, queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet.
Ophella., daughter to Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and
other Attendants. Ghost of Hamlet's father. Scene: Elsinore,
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ACT ONE
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SoEKE I. EUinore. A Platform hefore the Castle.
Fea^OISOO at his post. Enter to him Bebitaedo.
Bernardo. Who 's there?
Francisco. ]S"ay, answer me ; stand, and unfold yourself.
Bernardo. Long live the king!
Francisco. Bernardo?
Bernardo. He.
Francisco. Tou come most carefully upon your hour.
Bernardo. 'T is now struck twelve; get thee to bed,
Francisco. Francisco. For this relief much thanks; 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Francisco. Not a mouse stirring.
Bernardo. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Francisco. I think I hear them. — Stand, hoi Who is
there?
Enter Hoeatio and Maeoellus.
Horatio. Friends to this ground.
Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane.
Francisco. Give you good night.
MarceTlm. O, farewell, honest soldier:
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Act I HAMiiET, Prince of Denmark Seene I
Wlio hath relieved you?
Francisco, Bernardo has my place.
Give you good night. [Exit
Marcellm. Holla! Bernardo!
Bernardo. Say, —
What, is Horatio there?
Horatio. A piece of him.
Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.
Marcellm. What, has this thing appeared again to-night?
Bernardo. I have seen nothing.
Marcellus. Horatio says 't is but our fantasy.
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us;
Therefore I have entreated him along "^
With us to watch the minutes of this night.
That if again this apparition come.
He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Horatio. Tush, tush, 't will not appear.
Bernardo. Sit down awhile;
And let us once again assail your ears.
That are so fortified against our story.
What we two nights have seen.
Horatio. Well, sit we down.
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Bernardo. Last night of all,
When yon same star that 's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Scene I
The bell then beating one, —
Enter Ghost.
MarceUus. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes
again ! Bernardo. In the same figure, like the king that 's dead. MarceUus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Bernardo. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Horatio. Most like; it harrows me with fear & wonder. Bernardo. It would be spoke to.
MarceUus. Question it, Horatio.
Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak! MarceUus. It is offended. Bernardo. See, it stalks awayl
Horatio. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
[Exit Ghost. MarceUus. 'T is gone, and will not answer. Bernardo. How now, Horatio! you tremble & look pale; Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on 't?
Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
MarceUus. Is it not like the king?
Horatio. As thou art to thyself:
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of DEisivfAKK Scene I
Such was the very armour he had on i
When he the ambitious !N^orway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
'T is strange.
Marcellus. Thus twice before, & jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not ;
But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
MarceUus, Good now, sit down, & tell me, he that knows.
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land.
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war;
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week; i
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste A
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
Who is 't that can inform me?
Horatio. That can I; \
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, ^
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of l^orway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet — ^
For so this side of our known world esteemed him —
Did slay this Fortinbras ; who, by a seal'd compact,
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Act I Hamlet, Prince op Denmark Scene I
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
Against the which a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had returned
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant
And carriage of the article designed.
His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of IS'orway here and there
Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in 't; which is no other —
As it doth well appear unto our state —
But to recover of us, by strong hand
And terms compulsative, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations,
The source of this our watch, and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
Bernardo. I think it be no other but e'en so.
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch, so like the king
That was and is the question of these wars.
Horatio, A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Eome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
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Act I Hamlet, Pruktce of Denmark Scene I
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Eoman streets: As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Upon whose influence I^eptune's empire stands Was sick ahnost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on. Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen. — But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again I
Be-enter Ghost.
I '11 cross it, though it blast me. — Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice.
Speak to me;
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease and grace to me.
Speak to me;
If thou art privy to thy country's fate.
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Hifnll 'Ui r [The code crows.
Speak of it; — stay, and speak! — Stop it, Marcellus.
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Scene I
MarceUus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
Horatio. Do, if it will not stand.
Bernardo. 'T is here!
Horatio. 'T is here!
MarceUm. 'T is gone! [Eocit Ghost.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Horatio. And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the mom,
Doth with his lofty and sMll-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
MarceUus. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Horatio. So have I heard and do in part believe it.
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Seme II
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad.
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice.
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life.
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
Marcellm. Let 's do 't, I pray; & I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conveniently. [Exeunt.
Scene II. A Boom of State in the Castle.
Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, YoLTiMAND, CoENELius, Lords, and Attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green, and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe,
Tet so far hath discretion fought with nature
That we with wisest sorrow think on him.
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
The imperial jointress of this warlike state,
Have we, as 't were with a defeated joy, —
With one auspicious and one dropping eye.
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole, —
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Scene II
Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
I^ow follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth.
Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage.
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To IS^orway, uncle of young Fortinbras, —
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose, — ^to suppress
His further gait herein; in that the levies.
The lists, and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject; and we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Yoltimand,
For bearers of this greeting to old IN^orway,
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king more than the scope
Of these dilated articles allow.
Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
Gof*neLtu8 /
TT 1^' .7 ^ In that & all things will we show our duty.
Voltimand, )
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmabk Scene II
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. —
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius, And now, Laertes, what 's the news with you? You told us of some suit; what is 't, Laertes? Ton cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice; what wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more natiye to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth. Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. What wouldst thou have, Laertes? Laertes. Dread my lord,
Tour leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done. My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Have you your father's leave? — What says Polo-
nius ? Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow
leave By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seaVd my hard consent; I do beseech you, give him leave to go. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine. And thy best graces spend it at thy will! — But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, —
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Hamlet [Aside'] A little more than kin, and less than
kind. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet. Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour oflf. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 't is common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen. If it be.
Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not 'seems.' 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitftd river in the eye. Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief. That can denote me truly; these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. King. 'T is sweet and commendable in your nature,
Hamlet, To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father;
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Act I Hamlet, Prince op Deistmabk Scene II
That father lost, lost his; and the surviyor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heayen,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschoord:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most yulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peeyish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie! 't is a fault to heayen,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature.
To reason most absurd; whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth
This unpreyailing woe, and think of us
As of a father; for let the world take note.
You are the most immediate to our throne,
And with no less nobility of loye
Than that which dearest father bears his son
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire;
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye.
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
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Act I Hamlet, Princb of Denmark Scene II
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark. — ^Madam, come; This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, ISo jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Bespeaking earthly thunder. — Come away.
[Exeunt all hut Hamlet. Hamlet. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not flx'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God I O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on 't! O fie! 't is an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown
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By what it fed on; and yet, within a month —
Let me not thiak on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman! —
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body.
Like Mobe, all tears, — ^why she, even she —
O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason.
Would haye mourn'd longer — ^married with my uncle.
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. Within a month?
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes.
She married. O most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good; —
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Enter Hoeatio, Maecellus, and Bee:n^aedo.
Horatio. Hail to your lordship!
Hamlet, I am glad to see you well:
Horatio,— or I do forget myself.
Horatio. The same, my lord, & your poor servant ever.
Hamlet. Sir, my good friend; I '11 change that name
with you: And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? — Marcellus?
Marcellm. My good lord — Hamlet. I am very glad to see you. — [To Bernardo.^
Good even, sir. —
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Act I Hamlet, Pbince of Denmabk Scene II
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Horatio, A truant disposition, good my lord.
Hamlet, I would not hear your enemy say so,
IsTor shall you do mine ear that violence.
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself; I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We '11 teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Horatio, My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Hamlet, I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Horatio, Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
Hamlet, Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral bak'd-meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio!
My father! — methinks I see my father.
Horatio, O where, my lord?
Hamlet, In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Horatio, I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
Hamlet, He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Hamlet, Saw? who?
Horatio, My lord, the king your father.
Hamlet, The king my father!
Horatio, Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
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Act I Hamlet, PBrsrcE of Denmark Seme II
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
Hamlet. For God's love, let me hear.
Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch.
In the dead waste and middle of the night.
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Armed at all points exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Groes slow and stately by them; thrice he walked
By their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes.
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd
Almost to jelly with the act of fear.
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadfal secrecy impart they did;
And I with them the third night kept the watch:
Where, as they had delivered, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good.
The apparition comes. I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.
Hamlet. But where was this?
Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Hamlet. Did you not speak to it?
Horatio. My lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
But even then the morning cock crew loud,
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And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanished from our sight.
Hamlet. 'T is very strange.
Horatio. As I do live, my honoured lord, 't is true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
Ty -J > We do, my lord.
Bernardo. ) •^
Hamlet. Arm'd, say you?
MarceUus. ) * >^ i ^
T^ , > Arm d, my lord.
Bernardo. }
Hamlet. From top to toe?
JM. arceti/Us. / "n /r i j /» -i t j_ i* j_
j^ , > My lord, from head to foot.
Hamlet. Then saw you not his face? Horatio. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Hamlet. What, looked he frowningly? Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Pale, or red? Horatio. Nay, very pale. ^
Hamlet. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
Horatio. Most constantly.
Hamlet. I would I had been there.
Horatio. It would have much amaz'd you. Hamlet. Very like, very like. Stayed it long? Horatio. Wldle one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. [i7]
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-o -r ? Longer, longer.
Bernardo. ) » ' »
Horatio. Not when I saw 't.
Samlet His beard was grizzled? no?
Horatio. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.
Hamlet I '11 watch to-night;
Perchance 't will walk again.
Horatio. r , I warrant it will.
Hamlet. If it assume my noble father's person,
I 11 speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all.
If you have hitherto concealed this sight.
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well;
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I '11 visit you.
AH. Our duty to your honour.
Hamlet Tour loves, as mine to you; farewell. —
[Exeunt all hut Hamlet
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul; foul deeds will rise.
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
[Exit
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Act I Hamlet, Prince op Denmark Scene III
Scene III. A Boom in Polonim's House.
Enter Laeetes and Ophelia.
Laertes, My necessaries are embark'd; farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.
Ophelia. Do you doubt that?
Laertes, For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
ISo more.
Ophelia. ISo more but so?
Laertes, Think it no more;
For nature crescent does not grow alone
In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes.
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will; but you must fear.
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth.
He may not, as unvalued persons do.
Carve for himself, for on his choice depends
The safety and health of this whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
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Act I Hamlet, Pbikce of Denmark Scene III
Unto the voice and yielding of that body
Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
If with too credent ear you list his songs,
Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister.
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough.
If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes;
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclosed;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Ophelia. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven.
Whilst, like a puff d and reckless libertine.
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Scene III
And recks not his own rede.
Laertes. O, fear me not.
I stay too long; but here my father comes.
Enter Polonius.
A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Polonius, Yet here, Laertes ! aboard, aboard, for shame !
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There ; my blessing with thee !
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
ISTor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in.
Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
!N^either a borrower nor a lender be;
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Deisiiark Scene III
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!
Laertes. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
Polonim, The time invites you; go, your servants tend.
Laertes. Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
What I have said to you.
Ophelia, 'T is in my memory lock'd.
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Laertes. Farewell. [Exit.
Polonius. What is 't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
Ophelia. So please you, something touching the Lord
Hamlet. Polonim. Marry, well bethought: 'T is told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; If it be so — as so 't is put on me. And that in way of caution — I must tell you, You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? give me up the truth. Ophelia. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. Polonim. Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
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Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Ophelia. I do not know, my lord, what I should think. Polonius. Marry, 1 11 teach you; think yourself a baby, That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; Or — not to crack the wind of the poor phrase. Running it thus — you '11 tender me a fool. Ophelia. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion.
Polonius. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Ophelia. And hath given countenance to his speech, my
lord. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Polonius. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows; these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire. Prom this time Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Set your entreatments at a higher rate ^
Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him, that he is young. And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show,
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But mere implorators of unlioly suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
The better to beguile. This is for all;
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth.
Have you so slander any moment's leisure.
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
Look to 't, I charge you; come your ways.
Ophelia. I shall obey, my lord. [Exeunt
SOEKEJ IV. The Platform.
Enter Hamlet, Hoeatio, and Maeoellus.
Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Hamlet. What hour now?
Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve.
Hamlet. Ko, it is struck.
Horatio. Indeed? I heard it not: it then draws near
the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
[A flourish of trumpets and ordnance shot off within. What does this mean, my lord? Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his
rouse. Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And as he drains his draughts of Ehenish down. The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
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Horatio, Is it a custom?
Hamlet. Ay, marry is 't;
But to my mind, though I am native here
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honoured in the breach than the observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west
Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations :
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though performed at height,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As, in their birth — wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin —
By the overgrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, —
Their virtues else — ^be they as pure as grace.
As infinite as man may undergo —
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.
Horatio, Look, my lord, it comes!
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Act I Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Scene IV
Enter Ghost.
Hamlet. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! —
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heayen or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee : I '11 call thee Hamlet,
King, father; royal Dane, O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death.
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre.
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws.
To cast thee up again. What may this mean.
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Eevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon.
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
[^Ghost becJcons Hamlet. Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it. As if it some impartment did desire To you alone.
Marcellus. Look, with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it.
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Horatio. iN'o, by no means.
Hamlet. It will not speak; then I will follow it.
Horatio. Do not, my lord.
Hamlet. Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
And for my soul, what can it do to that.
Being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me forth again; I '11 follow it.
Horatio. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness? think of it;
The very place puts toys of desperation.
Without more motive, into every brain
That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.
Hamlet. It waves me still. —
Go on; I '11 follow thee.
Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord.
Hamlet. Hold off your hands!
Horatio. Be rul'd; you shall not go.
Hamlet. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd. — Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I '11 make a ghost of him that lets me!
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I say, away! — Go on; I '11 follow thee.
[JExeunt Ghost and Hamlet, Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination. MarceUm. Let 's follow; 't is not fit thus to obey him. Horatio, Have after. — To what issue will this come? MarceUus, Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Horatio, Heaven will direct it. MarceUus, Nay, let 's follow him. [Exeunt,
Scene Y. Another Part of the Platform,
Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Hamlet, Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I 11 go no
further. Ghost, Mark me. Hamlet. I will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost!
Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold.
Hamlet. Speak; I am bound to hear.
Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Hamlet, What?
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night. And for the day confined to fast in fires,
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Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood.
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres.
Thy knotted and combined locks to part.
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine;
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy dear father love —
Hamlet O God!
Ghost Eevenge his foul and most unnatural murther.
Hamlet Murther 1
Ghost Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Hamlet Haste me to know 't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
'T is given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth,
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The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
Hamlet O my prophetic soul!
My uncle!
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast.
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,^
O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce! — ^won to his shameful lust
The will of my most seeming- virtuous queen;
0 Hamlet, what a falling-off was there ! From me, whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow
1 made to her in marriage, and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine!
But virtue, as it never will be mov'd.
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard.
My custom always in the afternoon.
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial.
And in the porches of my ears did pour
The leperous distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man
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That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatched; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, TJnhouserd, disappointed, unanel'd, ^o reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; Let not the Eoyal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act. Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! The glow-worm shows the matin to be near. And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire; Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. [Exit.
Hamlet O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
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And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Eemember thee!
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Eemember thee!
Tea, from the table of my memory
I '11 wipe away all trivial fond records.
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past.
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
XJnmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
0 villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables, — ^meet it is I set it down.
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. —
[ Writing. So, uncle, there you are. — ^Ifow to my word; It is * Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
1 have sworn 't.
Marcelltis. [Within] Lord Hamlet!
Horatio, [Within] Heaven secure him!
Hamlet. So be it!
Horatio. [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
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Aet I Hamlet, Pres^ce of Denmark Scene V
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
MarceUus. How is % my noble lord?
Horatio. What news, my lord?
Hamlet O, wonderful!
Horatio. Good my lord, tell it.
Hamlet No; you will reveal it.
Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Marcellus. Nor I, my lord.
Hamlet How say you, then; would heart of man once
think it? But you '11 be secret?
nJ^^ ^* i Ay, by heaven, my lord.
MarceUm. ) j^ j ^ j
Hamlet. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he 's an arrant knave.
Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the
grave To tell us this.
Hamlet Why, right: you are i' the right;
And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: You, as your business and desire shall point you, — For every man has business and desire. Such as it is; — and for mine own poor part, Look you, I '11 go pray. Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my
lord.
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Hamlet. I 'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, faith, heartily.
Horatio. There 's no offence, my lord.
Hamlet. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here.
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you;
For your desire to know what is between us.
Overmaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
Horatio. What is % my lord? we will.
Hamlet. IsTever make known what you have seen to-night.
n:oratio. > ^ j^^^ ^^ ^jj ^^^
Mareellus. ) •^
Hamlet. N^ay, but swear 't.
Horatio. In faith,
My lord, not I.
Mareellus. If or I, my lord, in faith.
Hamlet. Upon my sword.
Mareellus. We have sworn, my lord, already.
Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet. Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
true-penny? — Come on — ^you hear this fellow in the cellarage — Consent to swear.
Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord.
Hamlet. STever to speak of this that you have seen.
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Swear by my sword.
Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet Hie et ubique ? then we '11 shift our ground. — *
Come hither, gentlemen,
And lay your hands again upon my sword,
Never to speak of this that you have heard.
Swear by my sword.
Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet. Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth
so fast? A worthy pioneer! — Once more remove, good friends. Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, — As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on, — That you, at such times seeing me, never shall. With arms encumbered thus, or this head-shake. Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase. As *Well, well, we know,' or *We could, an if we
would,' Or * If we list to speak,' or * There be, an if they might,' Or such ambiguous giving-out, to note That you know aught of me: this not to do,
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So grace and mercy at your most need help you,
Swear.
Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
Hamlet. Eest, rest, perturbed spirit! — So, gentlemen.
With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint; — O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right! —
If ay, come, let 's go together. [JEoceunt.
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ACT TWO
ACT 11.
Scene I. A Room in Polonim'8 Home.
Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.
Polonim. Give him this money & these notes, Eeynaldo.
Reynaldo. I will, my lord.
Polonius. You shall do marvelous wisely, good Eeynaldo,
Before you visit him, to make inquire
Of his behaviour.
Reynaldo. My lord, I did intend it.
Polonim. Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir.
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris,
And how, and who; what means, and where they keep;
What company, at what expense; and finding
By this encompassment and drift of question
That they do know my son, come you more nearer
Than your particular demands will touch it:
Take you, as 't were, some distant knowledge of him.
As thus, *I know his father and his friends.
And in part him,' — do you mark this, Eeynaldo?
Reynaldo. Ay, very well, my lord.
Polonitis. *And in part him; but' you may say *not well;
But, if 't be he I mean, he 's very wild.
Addicted' so and so: and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips
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As are companions noted and most known
To youth and liberty.
Beynaldo, As gaming, my lord.
Polonius. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarreling,
Drabbing; you may go so far.
Beynaldo. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Polonius. Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge.
You must not put another scandal on him,
That he is open to incontinency;
That 's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so
quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Of general assault.
Beynaldo. But, my good lord, —
Polonius. Wherefore should you do this? Beynaldo. Ay, my lord,
I would know that.
Polonius. Marry, sir, here 's my drift;
And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant. Ton laying these slight sullies on my son. As 't were a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you.
Your party in converse, him you would sound. Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence:
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*Good sir,' or so, or * friend,' or * gentleman,'
According to the phrase or the addition
Of man and country.
Reynaldo, Yerj good, my lord.
Polonius. And then, sir, does he this — he does — what
was I about to say? By the masSy I was about to say
something; where did I leave?
Reynaldo. At * closes in the consequence,' at * friend or
so,' and * gentleman.'
Polonius. At * closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
He closes with you thus: *I know the gentleman;
I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
Or then, or then, with such, or such, and, as you say,
There was he gaming, there o'ertook in his rouse,
There falling out at tennis;' or perchance,
*I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
See you now;
Tour bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out:
So, by my former lecture and advice.
Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
Reynaldo. My lord, I have.
Polonius. God be wi' you; fare you well.
Reynaldo. Good my lord!
Polonius. Observe his inclination in yourself.
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Beynaldo. I shall, my lord.
Polonim. And let him ply his music.
Beynaldo. Well, my lord.
Polonim, Farewell! [JExit Beynaldo.
Enter Ophelia.
How now, Ophelia! what 's the matter? Ophelia. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Polonim. With what, i' the name of God? Ophelia. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd; l^o hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyred to his ankle; Pale as his shirt; his Imees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors, — ^he comes before me. Polonius. Mad for thy love?
Ophelia. My lord, I do not know;
But truly, I do fear it. Polonius. What said he?
Ophelia. He took me by the wrist and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm. And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; At last, a little shaking of mine arm. And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
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He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
And end his being: that done, he lets me go;
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
For out o' doors he went without their help,
And, to the last, bended their light on me.
Polonim. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy of love,
Whose violent property fordoes itself
And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As oft as any passion under heaven
That does afflict our natures. I am sorry, —
What, have you given him any hard words of late?
Ophelia. No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
I did repel his letters, and denied
His access to me.
Polonius. That hath made him mad.
I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle,
And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy!
By heaven, it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
This must be known; which, being kept close, might
move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. {Exeunt
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Act II Hamlet, Peestce of Denmark Scene II
Scene II. A Boom in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, Eosenceantz, Guildenstebn,
and Attendants.
King. Welcome, dear Eosencrantz and Guildenstern!
Moreover that we much did long to see you.
The need we have to use you did provoke
Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it,
Since not the exterior nor the inward man
Eesembles that it was. What it should be.
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
So much from the understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of. I entreat you both.
That, being of so young days brought up with him.
And since so neighboured to his youth and humour,
That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Some little time; so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather.
So much as from occasions you may glean.
Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus,
That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
And sure I am two men there are not living
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
To show us so much gentry and good will
As to expend your time with us awhile, ? v it
For the supply and profit of our hope,
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Tour visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance.
Bosencrantz. Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty.
Ghiildenstern, But we both obey,
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent To lay our services freely at your feet. To be commanded.
King. Thanks, Eosencrantz and gentle Guildenstem. Queen. Thanks, Gruildenstern and gentle Eosencrantz; And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son. — Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Ghiildenstern. Heavens make our presence and our prac- tices Pleasant and helpful to himl Queen. Ay, amen!
[Exeunt Rosencrantz, Ghiildenstern, and some attendants.
Enter PoLOi^ius.
Polonius. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord.
Are joyfully returned.
King. Thou still hast been the father of good news.
Polonius. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,
I hold my duty, as I hold my soul.
Both to my God and to my gracious king ;
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And I do think, or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do, that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. Polonius. Give first admittance to the ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. —
[Exit Polonius. He tells me, my sweet queen, that he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main, — His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. King. Well, we shall sift him. —
Be-enter Polokius, with Voltimajs^d and OoEioJLiTrs.
Welcome, my good friends! Say, Yoltimand, what from our brother Iforway? Voltimand. Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies, which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But, better look'd into, he truly found It was against your highness: whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Portinbras; which he, in brief, obeys. Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
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Makes vow before his uncle never more To give the assay of arms against your majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee, And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polack; With an entreaty, herein further shown,
[Giving a paper. That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise. On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. King. It likes us well;
And at our more considered time we '11 read. Answer, and think upon this business. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour. Go to your rest; at night we '11 feast together: Most welcome home! [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. Polonius. This business is well ended. —
My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is. Why day is day, night night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for, to define true madness. What is 't but to be nothing else but mad?
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But let that go.
Queen. More matter, with less art.
Polonius. Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 't is true ; 't is true 't is pity,
And pity 't is 't is true: a foolish figure;
But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him, then; and now remains
That we find out the cause of this effect.
Or rather say, the cause of this defect, ^Eai^a
For this effect defective comes by cause: - '^
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Perpend.
I have a daughter — ^have while she is mine —
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark.
Hath given me this; now gather, and surmise.
[Reads] * To the celestial and my souVs idol, the most
beautified Ophelia,^ —
That 's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; * beautified' is a
vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus:
[Reads] ^In her excellent white bosom, these, etc J
Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her?
Polonius. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithftd.
[Reads] ^ Doubt thou the stars are fire ;
Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
* O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not
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art to reckon my groans; hut that I love thee best, O most iesty believe it Adieu.
* Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, Hamlet.' This in obedience hath my daughter shown me, And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. King. But how hath she
Eeceiv'd his love?
Polonius. What do you think of me?
King. As of a man faithful and honourable. Polonius. I would fain prove so. But what might you
think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing — As I perceived it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me — what might you, Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk or table-book. Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or looked upon this love with idle sight; What might you think? No, I went round to work. And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: *Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star; This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her. That she should lock herself from his resort. Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
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And he, repulsed — a short tale to make —
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast.
Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness.
Thence to a lightness, and by this declension
Into the madness wherein now he raves,
And all we mourn for.
King. Do you think 't is this?
Queen. It may be, very likely.
Polonius. Hath there been such a time — ^I 'd fain know
that — That I have positively said *'T is so,' When it proved otherwise? King. If ot that I know.
Polonius. [Pointing to his head and shoulder] Take this
from this, if this be otherwise. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre.
King. How may we try it further?
Polonius. Tou know, sometimes he walks four hours
together Here in the lobby.
Queen. So he does indeed.
Polonius. At such a time 1 11 loose my daughter to him: Be you and I behind an arras then; Mark the encounter: if he love her not. And be not from his reason fall'n thereon. Let me be no assistant for a state,
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But keep a farm and carters.
King. We will try it.
Enter Hamlet, reading.
Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes
reading. Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away; I '11 board him presently. — O, give me leave ;
[^Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. How does my good Lord Hamlet? Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy. Polonius. Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Polonius. Not I, my lord.
Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man. Polonius. Honest, my lord!
Hamlet. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Polonius. That 's very true, my lord. Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion, — Have you a daughter? Polonius. I have, my lord.
Hamlet. Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a blessing; but not as your daughter may conceive. — Friend, look to 't.
Polonius. [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger; he is far gone, far gone: and truly
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in my youth I suffered much extremity for love ; yery near this. I '11 speak to him again. — ^What do you read, my lord?
Hmnlet Words, words, words. Polonius. What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet. Between who?
Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Hamlet. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum- tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you your- self, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.
Polmiius. [Aside'] Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. — ^Will you walk out of the air, my lord? Hamlet. Into my grave?
Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' the air. — [^Aside] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. — ^My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal; except my life, my life.
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Polonius. Fare you well, my lord. Hamlet These tedious old fools!
JEJnter Eosen^orantz and Gjjildb^stbb^.
Polonius. Tou go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is. Bosencrantz. [To Poloniits] God save you, sirl
[Exit Polonius. Guildenstem. My honoured lord! Rosencrantz. My most dear lord!
Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstem? — Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
Rosencrantz. As the indifferent children of the earth. Chiildenstern. Happy, in that we are not over-happy; On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe? Rosencrantz. If either, my lord.
Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the mid- dle of her favours? Chiildenstern. 'Faith, her privates we. Hamlet. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What 's the news? Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world 's grown honest.
Hamlet. Then is doomsday near; but your news is not true. Let me question more in particular; what have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of For- tune, that she sends you to prison hither?
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Gfuildemtern. Prison, my lord! ^' -^^ -- »
Samlet Denmark 's a prison. Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. Hamlet A goodly one; in which there are many con- fines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord. Hamlet Why, then 't is none to you; for there is noth- ing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. ^
Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one; 't is too narrow for your mind.
Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Ghiildenstem. Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow. Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our mon- archs and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
Rosencrantz. ) ^tttt m •j.
^ -jj * i We 11 wait upon you.
Gmlaenstern. ) f ^
Hamlet Ifo such matter: I will not sort you with the
rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest
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man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Blsinore? Bosencrantz, To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Hamlet Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak. Ghiildenstern. What should we say, my lord? Hamlet Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good king & queen have sent for you. Bosencrantz. To what end, my lord? Hamlet That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the conson- ancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-pre- served love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for, or no? Bosencrantz. [Aside to Gnildenstem] What say you? Hamlet. [Aside] N^ay, then I have an eye of you. — If you love me, hold not oflf. V
Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for. *t
Hamlet. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. I have of late — but where- fore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom
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of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof jfretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smil- ing you seem to say so.
Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said *man delights me not?'
Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall re- ceive from you; we coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome ; his majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' the sere; and the lady shall say her mind
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freely, or the blank verse shall halt for 't. What players are they?
Bosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take delight in, the tragedians of the city.
Hamlet How chances it they travel? their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways. Bosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation. ^^t^iwi^
Hamlet Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? are they so followed? Bosencrantz, I^o, indeed, are they not. Hamlet How comes it? do they grow rusty? Bosencrantz. N^ay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace ; but there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are most ty- rannically clapped for 't: these are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages — so they call them — that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither.
Hamlet. What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? will they not say after- wards, if they should grow themselves to common play- ers— as it is most like, if their means are no better — their writers do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their own succession? #
Bosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to-do on both sides, and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
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controversy; there was for a while no money bid for argument, unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. Hamlet, Is 't possible?
Ghiildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away? Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
Hamlet, It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, an hun- dred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if phi- losophy could find it out. [Flourish of trumpets within. Chiildenstern. There are the players. Hamlet. Grcntlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Tour hands, come; the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should more appear like enter- tainment than yours. You are welcome; but my uncle- father and aunt-mother are deceived. Gfuildenstern. In what, my dear lord? Hamlet. I am but mad north-north-west; when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
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Enter PoLOifius.
Polonim. Well be with you, gentlemen! Hamlet. Hark you, Guildenstern; — and you too; — at each ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.
Rosencrantz. Happily he 's the second time come to them; for they say an old man is twice a child. Hamlet. I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players; mark it. — You say right, sir: o' Monday morn- ing; 't was so indeed.
Polonim. My lord, I have news to tell you. Hamlet. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Eos- cius was an actor in Eome, — Polonius. The actors are come hither, my lord. Hamlet. Buz, buzl Polonius. Upon mine honour, — Hamlet. Then came each actor on his ass, — Poloniits. The best actors in the world, either for trag- edy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, his- torical-pastoral, tragical -historical, tragical- comical - historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlim- ited; Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men.
Hamlet. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! Polonim. What treasure had he, my lordt
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Hamlet, Why,
*One fair daughter, and no more, The which he loved passing well/ Polonius. [Aside] Still on my daughter. Hamlet. Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah? Polonius. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing well. Hamlet. Kay, that follows not. Polonius. What follows, then, my lord? Hamlet. Why,
*As by lot, God wot,' and then, you know,
*It came to pass, as most like it was,' — the first row of the pious chanson will show you more; for look, where my abridgments come. —
Enter four or five Players.
Tou are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad to see ye well. Welcome, good friends. — O, my old friend! thy face is valanced since I saw thee last; comest thou to beard me in Denmark? — What, my young lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chop- ine. Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. — ^Masters, you are all welcome. We '11 e'en to 't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see; we '11 have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your quality; come, a passion- ate speech, [62]
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1 Player. What speech, my lord? Hamlet I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once, for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general ; but it was — as I received it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in the top of mine — an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of aflfectation; but called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 't was Eneas' tale to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see —
The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast, —
't is not so: — it begins with * Pyrrhus.'
The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
With heraldry more dismal: head to foot
Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets.
That lend a tyrannous and damned light
To their lord's murther. Roasted in wrath and fire,
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And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks.
So, proceed you.
Polonitis. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good
accent and good discretion.
1 Player. Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks ; his antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Repugnant to command: unequal match'd, Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide; But with the whiJff and wind of his fell sword The unnerv'd father falls. Then senseless Ilium, Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for, lo! his sword. Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick : So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood. And, like a neutral to his will and matter, Did nothing.
But, as we often see, against some storm, A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still. The bold winds speechless, and the orb below As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region ; so, after Pyrrhus' pause. Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work. And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall On Mars's armour f org'd for proof eterne With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Kow falls on Priam.
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Out, out, thou strumpet. Fortune ! All you gods, In general synod, take away her power; Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven As low as to the fiends!
Polonim. This is too long.
Hamlet It shall to the barber's, with your beard. —
Prithee, say on: — he 's for a jig or a tale of bawdry,
or he sleeps. — Say on; come to Hecuba.
1 Player. But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen —
Hamlet *The mobled queen?'
Polonim. That's good; * mobled queen' is good.
1 Player. Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames With bisson rheum; a clout about that head Where late the diadem stood; and for a robe, About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins, A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd : But if the gods themselves did see her then, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs. The instant burst of clamour that she made — Unless things mortal move them not at all — Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven And passion in the gods.
Polonius. Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has tears in 's eyes. — Pray you, no more. Hamlet 'T is well, I '11 have thee speak out the rest soon. — Good my lord, will you see the players well
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bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time ; after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Polonim, My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
Hamlet. God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.
Polonius. Come, sirs.
Hamlet Follow him, friends ; we '11 hear a play to-mor- row. [Exit Polonius with all the Players hut the First] Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the Mur- ther of Gonzago? 1 Player. Ay, my lord.
Hamlet We '11 ha 't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in 't, could you not? 1 Player. Ay, my lord.
Hamlet. Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. — [Exit Player.] My good friends, I '11 leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Posencrantz. Good my lord!
Hamlet. Ay, so, God be wi' ye! — [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Gnildenstern.] Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I !
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Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann'd,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
For Hecuba!
What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty and appal the free.
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
Ha!
'Swounds, I should take it; for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
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To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
0 vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave.
That I, the son of a dear father murther'd.
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell.
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words.
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fie upon 't ! foh ! About, my brain ! I have heard
That guilty creatures sitting at a play
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaimed their malefactions;
For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I '11 have these players
Play something like the murther of my father
Before mine uncle: I '11 observe his looks;
1 '11 tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits. Abuses me to damn me. I '11 have grounds More relative than this ; the play 's the thing Wherein I '11 catch the conscience of the king. \Exit.
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ACT III.
Scene I. A Room in the Castle.
Enter KiifG, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Eosen-
OEANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.
King. And can you, by no drift of circumstance,
Get from him why he puts on this conftision.
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
Bosencrantz. He does confess he feels himself distracted;
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
Ghiildenstem. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
Queen. Did he receive you well?
Rosencrantz. Most like a gentleman.
Ghiildenstem. But with much forcing of his disposition.
Rosenerantz. Mggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
Queen. Did you assay him
To any pastime?
Rosencrantz. Madam, it so fell out that certain players
We o'er-raught on the way; of these we told him.
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it. They are about the court.
And, as I think, they have already order
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This night to play before him.
Polonius. 'T is most true;
And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
To hear and see the matter.
King. With all my heart; and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclin'd. —
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Rosmcrantz, We shall, my lord.
[^Exeunt Bosencrantz and Ghiildenstern. King, Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he, as 't were by accident, may here Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself, lawful espials. Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, We may of their encounter frankly judge, And gather by him, as he is behav'd. If 't be the affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for. Queen, I shall obey you. —
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness; so shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours.
Ophelia. Madam, I wish it may. \Exit Queen.
Polonius. Ophelia, walk you here. — Gracious, so please
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We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Eead on this
book; That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this — 'T is too much prov'd — ^that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. King. [Aside] O, 't is too true !
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burthen!
Polonius, I hear him coming; let 's withdraw, my lord.
[Exeunt King and Polonius.
Enter Hamlet.
Hamlet To be, or not to be, — ^that is the question :
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.
And by opposing end them? To die, — ^to sleep, —
^o more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 't is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — ^to sleep, —
To sleep! perchance to dream! ay, there 's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
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When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there 's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely.
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay.
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death.
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will.
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry.
And lose the name of action. — Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! — ^Ifymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Ophelia. Good my lord.
How does your honour for this many a day? •
Hamlet I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
Ophelia. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
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That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
Hamlet Ifo, not I;
I never gave you aught.
Ophelia, My honoured lord, I know right well you did;
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost.
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Eich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
Hamlet, Ha, ha! are you honest?
Ophelia. My lord?
Hamlet Are you fair?
Ophelia. What means your lordship?
Hamlet. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty
should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Ophelia. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce
than with honesty?
Hamlet. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness:
this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives
it proof. I did love you once.
Ophelia. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
Hamlet. You should not have believed me; for virtue
cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
Ophelia. I was the more deceived.
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Hamlet. Get thee to a nunnery; why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were bet- ter my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, reyengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heav- en? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where 's your father? Ophelia. At home, my lord.
Hamlet. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in 's own house. Farewell. Ophelia. [Aside'] O, help him, you sweet heavens! Hamlet. If thou dost marry, I '11 give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go; farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell.
Ophelia. [Aside] O heavenly powers, restore him! Hamlet. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick- name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I '11 no more on 't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that
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are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit
Ophelia. O, what a noble mind is here overthrown! The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion and the mould of form. The observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his" music vows, IS^ow see that noble and most sovereign reason. Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me. To have seen what I have seen, see what I seel
Enter King and Polokius.
King. Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. There 's something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood.
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger; which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination '
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
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Whereon Ms brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on 't?
Polonim. It shall do well; but yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love. — How now, Ophelia!
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
We heard it all. — ^My lord, do as you please;
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief: let her be round with him;
And I '11 be plac'd, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she finds him not.
To England send him, or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
King. It shall be so;
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. [Exeunt.
Scene II. A Hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet and Players.
Hamlet. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town- crier spoke my lines. Kor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirl- wind of passion, you must acquire and beget a tem- perance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me
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to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I could have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Term- agant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it. 1 Player. I warrant your honour.
Hamlet Be not too tame neither, but let your own dis- cretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. ISow this over- done, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the cen- sure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
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Hamlet O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that 's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready. [Exeunt Players.
Enter PoLOisrius, Eosei^ceajs^tz, and GtUILdei^steen^.
How now, my lord! will the king hear this piece of
work?
Polonim. And the queen too, and that presently.
Hamlet. Bid the players make haste. — [Exit Polonius.]
Will you two help to hasten them?
Bosencrantz. > .r^^ ^.^ __ , ^-j r^ -ij X \ We will, my lord. Ghiildenstern. ) *^
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Ghiildenstern.
Hamlet. What ho! Horatio?
Enter Hoeatio.
Horatio. Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Hamlet. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
Horatio. O, my dear lord, —
Hamlet. ^ay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
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To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flat- tered? N"o, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seard thee for herself; for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hath ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. — Something too much of this. — There is a play to-night before the king; One scene of it comes near the circumstance Which I have told thee of my father's death. I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle; if his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen, And my imaginations are as foul As Yulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
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And after we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.
Horatio. Well, my lord;
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
Hamlet. They are coming to the play; I must be idle:
Get you a place.
Danish march. A flourish. Enter EIing, Queen, Polon- lus, Ophelia, Eosenceantz, Guildensteen, cfe others.
King. How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Hamlet. Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat
the air, promise-crammed; you cannot feed capons so.
King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these
words are not mine.
Hamlet. I^o, nor mine now. — [To Polonius] My lord, you
played once i' the university, you say?
Polonius. That did I, my lord, and was accounted a
good actor.
Hamlet. What did you enact?
Polonius. I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the
Capitol; Brutus killed me.
Hamlet. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a
calf there. — Be the players ready?
Rosencrantz. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
Quern. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
Hamlet. No, good mother, here 's metal more attractive.
Polonius. [To the King] O, ho! do you mark that?
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Hamlet Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
[Lying down at Ophelia^ 8 feet Ophelia. ]N'o, my lord. Hamlet I mean, my head upon your lap? Ophelia, Ay, my lord.
Hamlet Do you think I meant country matters? Ophelia. I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet That 's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
Ophelia. What is, my lord? Hamlet. ^STothing. Ophelia. You are merry, my lord. Hamlet Who, I? Ophelia. Ay, my lord.
Hamlet. O Grod, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
Ophelia. Nay, 't is twice two months, my lord. Hamlet. So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I '11 have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by 'r lady, he must build churches, then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is *For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot!'
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Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters.
Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly ; the Queen em- bracing him, and he her. She Tcneels^ and maJces show of protestation unto him. He tahes her up, and declines his head upon her necJc; lays him down upon a banJc of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, taJces off his crown, hisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and mahes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love. [Exeunt.
Ophelia. What means this, my lord?
Hamlet. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means
mischief.
Ophelia. Belike this show imports the argument of the
play?
Enter Prologue.
Hamlet. We shall know by this fellow: the players can- not keep counsel; they 11 tell all. Ophelia. Will he tell us what this show meant? Hamlet. Ay, or any show that you '11 show him; be not you ashamed to show, he '11 not shame to tell you what it means.
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Ophelia, Tou are naught, you are naught; I 'U mark
the play.
Prologue. For us, and for our tragedy.
Here stooping to your clemency.
We beg your hearing patiently. [Exit.
Hamlet. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia. 'T is brief, my lord. Hamlet. As woman's love.
Enter two Players, King and Queen.
Player King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
Neptune's salt wash and TeUus' orbed ground,
And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
Player Queen. So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late.
So far from cheer and from your former state.
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust.
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must;
For women's fear and love holds quantity.
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know,
And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so ;
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Player King. Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too ;
My operant powers their functions leave to do :
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And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Honoured, belov'd; and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou —
Player Queen. O, confound the rest I
Such love must needs be treason in my breast;
In second husband let me be accurst I
None wed the second but who kill'd the first.
Hamlet. [Aside] Wormwood, wormwood 1
Player Queen. The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love; A second time I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed.
Player King. I do believe you think what now you speak.
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory.
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
Most necessary 't is that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt;
What to ourselves in passion we propose.
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye, nor 't is not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change ;
For 't is a question left us yet to prove.
Whether love lead fortune or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies ;
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The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But, orderiy to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown.
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own;
So think thou wilt no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
Player Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light I
Sport and repose lock from me day and night I
To desperation turn my trust and hope I
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope I
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
Meet what I would have well and it destroy I
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife.
If, once a widow, ever I be wife !
Hamlet If she should break it nowl
Player King. 'T is deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while ;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep. [^Sleeps.
Player Queen. Sleep rock thy brain ;
And never come mischance between us twain I [Eocit.
Hamlet. Madam, how like you this play? Queen. The lady protests too much, methinks. Hamlet. O, but she '11 keep her word. King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no of- fence in 't?
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Hamlet. ISo, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no of- fence i' the world. King, What do you call the play? Hamlet. The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murther done in Vienna: Gron- zago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 't is a knavish piece of work: but what o' that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it touches us not; let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. —
Enter Lucianus.
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. Ophelia. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. Hamlet. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying. Ophelia. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Hamlet. Begin, murtherer; pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come: the croaking raven doth bel- low for revenge. Lucianus. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time
agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected. With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property. On wholesome hf e usurp immediately.
[Pours the poison into the sleeper's ear. Hamlet. He poisons him i' the garden for 's estate. His
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name 's Gonzago; the story is extant, and writ in choice
Italian. You shall see anon how the murtherer gets the
love of Gonzago's wife.
Ophelia. The king rises!
Hamlet What, frighted with false fire!
Queen. How fares my lord?
Polonius. Give o'er the play!
King. Give me some light! — away!
ATI. Lights, lights, lights!
[Exeunt all hut Hamlet and Horatio. Hamlet. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers — ^if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me — with two Pro- vincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? Horatio. Half a share. Hamlet. A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear, *
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here A very, very — ^pajock. Horatio. Tou might have rhymed. Hamlet. O good Horatio, I '11 take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Horatio, Very well, my lord.
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Hamlet Upon the talk of the poisoning? Horatio, I did very well note him. Hamlet. Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the record- ers ! —
For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike, — ^he likes it not, perdy. — Come, some music!
Re-enter Eosenceantz and Guildensteen.
Ghiildemtem, Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
Hamlet Sir, a whole history. Gnildenstern. The king, sir, — Hamlet Ay, sir, what of him?
Ghiildenstern, Is in his retirement marvellous distem- pered.
Hamlet With drink, sir? Chiildemtem, iSTo, my lord, rather with choler. Hamlet Tour wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.
Ghiildenstern. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Hamlet. I am tame, sir; pronounce. Ghiildenstern. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Hamlet You are welcome.
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Ghiildenstem. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's command- ment; if not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. Hamlet Sir, I cannot. Ghiildenstem. What, my lord?
Hamlet Make you a wholesome answer; my wit 's dis- eased: but, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command, — or, rather, as you say, my mother; there- fore no more, but to the matter: my mother, you say, — Bosencrantz. Then thus she says: your behavior hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Hamlet O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's ad- miration? Impart.
Bosencrantz, She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed.
Hamlet We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any farther trade with us? Bosencrantz, My lord, you once did love me. Hamlet So I do still, by these pickers and stealers. Bosencrantz, Good my lord, what is your cause of dis- temper? you do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. Hamlet, Sir, I lack advancement. Bosencrantz, How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark?
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Hamlet Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows,': — ^the prov- erb is something musty. —
Re-enter Players with recorders.
O, the recorders! let me see one. — To withdraw with you, — ^why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Gfuildenstern. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
Samlet. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
Guildenstern. My lord, I cannot. Hamlet. I pray you, Chiildemtern. Believe me, I cannot. Hamlet. I do beseech you. Guildenstern. I know no touch of it, my lord. Hamlet. 'T is as easy as lying; govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
Guildenstern. But these cannot I command to any ut- terance of harmony; I have not the skill. Hamlet. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
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you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. —
Enter Polonius. God bless you, sir I
Polonius. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.
Hamlet Do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius. It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale? Polonius. Very like a whale.
Hamlet Then will I come to my mother by and by. — [Aside'\ They fool me to the top of my bent. — I will come by and by.
Polonius. I will say so. [Exit Polonius.
Hamlet By and by is easily said. — Leave me, friends.
\Exeunt all but Hamlet 'T is now the very witching time of night. When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world; now could I drink hot blood. And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Soft I now to my mother. O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom;
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Let me be cruel, not unnatural.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words soever she be shent.
To give them seals never, my soul, consent! [Exit,
SoEis^E III. A Room in the Castle.
Enter KJDfG, EoSEI^CEAIifTZ and GrUILDEI^STEBIif.
King. I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; I your conmiission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you. The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies.
Ghiildenstern. We will ourselves provide;
Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your majesty. Bosencrantz. The single and peculiar life is bound With all the strength and armour of the mind To keep itself from noyance; but much more That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests The lives of many. The cease of majesty Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw What 's near it with it: it is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
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To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear. Which now goes too free-footed. Rosencrantz. Quildenstern. ^
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Chiildenstem.
> We will haste us.
Enter PoLOis^ius.
Polonim, My lord, he 's going to his mother's closet.
Behind the arras I '11 convey myself.
To hear the process; I '11 warrant she '11 tax him home:
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
'T is meet that some more audience than a mother.
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege;
I '11 call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
King. Thanks, dear my lord.
[Exit Polonim. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murther! Pray can I not. Though inclination be as sharp as will;
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My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin.
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what 's in prayer but this twofold force, —
To be forestalled ere we come to fall.
Or pardoned being down? Then I '11 look up;
My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? * Forgive me my foul murther?'
That cannot be; since I am still possessed
Of those effects for which I did the murther.
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And offc 't is seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law; but 't is not so above:
There is no shuffling, there the action lies a\n miA
In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: what can it not?
Tet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
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O limed soul, that struggling to be free
Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
All may be well. [Retires and kneels.
Enter Hamlet.
Hamlet Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I '11 do 't. — ^And so he goes to heaven;
And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd:
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread.
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
'T is heavy with him; and am I then reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his soul.
When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?
Ifo!
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
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And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays. —
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [JBJxit
King. [Bising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain
below; Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Exit
SCEKE IV. The Queen's Closet
Enter Queei^ and Poloi^ius.
Polonius. He will come straight. Look you lay home to
him; Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with. And that your grace hath screened and stood between Much heat and him. I '11 silence me even here. Pray you, be round with him. Hamlet [Within] Mother 1 mother! mother! Queen. I '11 warrant you ;
Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming.
[Polonius hides behind the arras.
Enter Hamlet.
Hamlet Kow, mother, what 's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Hamlet. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet!
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Hamlet, What 's the matter now?
Queen. Have you forgot me?
Hamlet No, by the rood, not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And — would it were not so! — you are my mother. Queen. Nay, then, 1 11 set those to you that can speak. Hamlet. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not
budge : You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me? Help, help, ho!
Polonius. [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! Hamlet. [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat,
dead! [Malces a pass through the arras.
Polonius. [Behind] O, I am slain! [Falls and dies.
Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Hamlet. Nay, I know not;
Is it the king?
Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet. A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen. As kill a king! Hamlet. Ay, lady, 't was my word. —
[Lifts up the arras and discovers Polonius. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune; Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. —
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Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
If damned custom have not braz'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen. What have I done, that thou darest wag thy
tongue In noise so rude against me? Hamlet. Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows As false as dicers' oaths; O, such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow, .«.-.. Tea, this solidity and compound mass, ^§ski^^
With tristful visage, as against the doom. Is thought-sick at the act. Queen. Ay me, what act.
That roars so loud and thunders in the index? Hamlet. Look here, upon this picture, and on this. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury
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New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
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 wholesome 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 hey-day 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 apoplex'd: for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was 't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-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.
O 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 ardour gives the charge,
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Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders will.
Queen, O Hamlet, speak no more;
Thou tum'st mine eyes into my very soul,
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
Hamlet, I^ay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed;
Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love
Over the nasty stye; —
Queen, O, speak to me no more;
These words like daggers enter in mine ears:
No more, sweet Hamlet!
Hamlet, A murtherer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule.
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole.
And put it in his pocket!
Queen, Ko more!
Hamlet, A king of shreds and patches, —
Enter Ghost.
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
Tou heavenly guards! — What would your gracious
figure? Queen, Alas! he 's mad! Hamlet, Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
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That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command?
O, say!
Ohost. Do not forget. This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul;
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.
Hamlet How is it with you, lady?
Queen. Alas, how is 't with you.
That you do bend your eye on vacancy
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements.
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son.
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
Hamlet On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones.
Would make them capable. — ^Do not look upon me;
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects: then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Hamlet Do you see nothing there?
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
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Hamlet. Nor did you nothing hear?
Queen, No, nothing but ourselves.
Hamlet Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
[Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain; This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Hamlet. Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time. And makes as healthful music: it is not madness That I have utter'd; bring me to the test. And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. That not your trespass but my madness speaks ; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within. Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Eepent what 's past, avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. Tea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. Queen. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Hamlet. O, throw away the worser part of it,
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And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat.
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery.
That aptly is put on. Eefrain to-night.
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
And either master the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
And when you are desirous to be blest,
I '11 blessing beg of you. — For this same lord,
[Pointing to Polonim, I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so. To punish me with this and this with me. That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. — So, again, good night. I must be cruel, only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. One word more, good lady. Queen. What shall I do?
Hamlet. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed. Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse;
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And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers. Make you to ravel all this matter out. That I essentially am not in madness. But mad in craft. 'T were good you let him know; For who, that 's but a queen, fair, sober, wise. Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib. Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? S"o, in despite of sense and secrecy. Unpeg the basket on the house's top. Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep. And break your own neck down. Queen, Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath. And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Hamlet. I must to England; you know that? Queen. Alack,
I had forgot; 't is so concluded on. Hamlet. There 's letters seaFd, and my two schoolfel- lows— Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd — They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way. And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar: and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines. And blow them at the moon. O, 't is most sweet,
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When in one line two crafts directly meet! This man shall set me packing; I '11 lug the guts into the neighbour room. Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor Is now most still, most secret, and most grave. Who was in life a foolish prating knave. — Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you. — Good night, mother.
\Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.
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ACT FOUR
ACT IV.
Scene I. A Boom in the Castle,
Enter King, Queen, Rosenoeantz, and Guildbnstern.
King. There 's matter in these sighs: these profound
heaves You must translate; 't is fit we understand them. Where is your son? Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. —
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Chiildenstem. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier; in his lawless fit, Behind the arras hearing something stir. Whips out his rapier, cries, *A rat, a rat!' And in this brainish apprehension kills The unseen good old man. King. O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there; His liberty is full of threats to all. To you yourself, to us, to every one. Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrained, and out of haunt, This mad young man ; but so much was our love. We would not understand what was most fit,
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But, like the owner of a foul disease.
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd;
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.
King, O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch.
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill.
Both countenance and excuse. — Ho, Guildenstern !
, Be-mter EosEifOEAiTTZ and Guildensteei^.
Friends both, go join you with some farther aid; Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him. Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. —
^Exeunt Bosencrantz and Ghiildenstern. Come, Gertrude, we '11 call up our wisest friends. And let them know both what we mean to do And what 's untimely done ; so, haply, slander — Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter. As level as the cannon to his blank. Transports his poison'd shot — ^may miss our name. And hit the woundless air. O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. [Exeunt
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SoEiSTE II. Another Boom in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet. Hamlet. Safely stowed.
Rosenerantz. ) r^^Y^m] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Ghiilaenstem. )
Hamlet. What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.
Enter Eosei^^crantz and GuiLDEXSTEEiir.
Rosenerantz. What have you done, my lord, with the
dead body? Hamlet. Compounded it with dust, whereto 't is kin. Rosenerantz. Tell us where 't is, that we may take it
thence And bear it to the chapel. Hamlet. Do not believe it. Rosenerantz. Believe what?
Hamlet. That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what repli- cation should be made by the son of a king? Rosenerantz. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Hamlet. Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end; he keeps them, as an ape doth nuts, in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. [ii5]
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Bosencrantz. I understand you not, my lord.
Hamlet I am glad of it; a kuayisli speech sleeps in a
foolish ear.
Bosencrantz. My lord, you must tell us where the body
is, and go with us to the king.
Hamlet. The body is with the king, but the king is not
with the body. The king is a thing —
Ghiildenstern. A thing, my lord!
Hamlet. Of nothing; bring me to him. Hide fox, and
all after. [Exeunt.
Scene III. Another Boom in the Castle.
Enter KiifG, attended.
King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the body. How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! Yet must not we put the strong law on him: He 's lov'd of the distracted multitude. Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; And where 't is so, the offender's scourge is weighed. But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even. This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause; (fiseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all. —
Unter Eoseitoeazs^tz.
How now! what hath befall'n? Bosencrantz. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
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We cannot get from him.
King, But where is he?
Bosenerantz. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your
pleasure. King. Bring him before us. Rosencrantz. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.
King. Now, Hamlet, where 's Polonius? Hamlet. At supper. King. At supper! where?
Hamlet. Ifot where he eats, but where he is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for mag- gots. Tour fat king and your lean beggar is but vari- able service, two dishes, but to one table; that 's the end.
King. Alas, alas!
Hamlet. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
King. What dost thou mean by this? Hamlet. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius?
Hamlet. In heaven; send thither to see: if your mes- senger find him not there, seek him i' the other place
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yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
King. Go seek him there. [To some Attendants.
Hamlet. He will stay till ye come. [Exeunt Attendants. King. 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 With fiery quickness; therefore prepare thyself. The bark is ready, and the wind at help. The associates tend, and everything is bent For England.
Hamlet. For England!
King. Ay, Hamlet.
Hamlet. Good.
King. So it is, if thou knew'st our purposes. Hamlet. I see a cherub that sees them. — But, come; for England! — Farewell, dear mother. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Hamlet. My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. — Come, for England! [Kxit.
King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard; Delay it not; I '11 have him hence to-night. Away! for every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair; pray you, make haste. —
[JSxeunt Bosencrantz and Ghiildenstern. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught —
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As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us — ^thou may'st not coldly set
Our sovereign process; which imports at ftdl,
By letters conjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me : till I know 't is done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. [Eocit
Scene IV. A Plain in Denmark.
Enter Foktinbeas, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching.
Fortinbras. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;
Tell him that by his license Fortinbras
Claims the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would aught with us.
We shall express our duty in his eye;
And let him know so.
Captain. I will do *t, my lord.
Fortinbras. Go softly on.
[Exeunt Fortinbras and Soldiers.
Enter Hamlet, Eosenoeantz, Gtjildensteen, <fe others.
Hamlet. Good sir, whose powers are these? Captain. They are of Norway, sir.
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Hamlet How purposed, sir, I pray you?
Captain. Against some part of Poland.
Hamlet, Who commands them, sir?
Captain. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Hamlet. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir.
Or for some frontier?
Captain. 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.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Hamlet. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
Captain. Yes, 't is already garrison'd.
Hamlet. Two thousand souls & twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw;
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies. — I humbly thank you, sir.
Captain. God be wi* you, sir. [Exit.
Bosencrantz. Will 't please you go, my lord?
Hamlet. I '11 be with you straight. Go a little before.
[Exeunt all except Hamlet. How all occasions do inform against me. And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, ^ , ^ If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, He that riiade us with such large discourse,
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Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To ftist in us unus'd. If ow, whether it be
Bestial obliyion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event, —
A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, — I do not know
Why yet I live to say * This thing 's to do,'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do 't. Examples gross as earth exhort me;
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince.
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event.
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare.
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument.
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour 's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men.
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause.
Which is not tomb enough and continent
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To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! [Uxit.
ScEN^E V. Msinore. A Room in the Castle.
Enter Quee:n^, Horatio, and a Gentleman.
Queen, I will not speak with her.
Gentleman. She is importunate, indeed distract;
Her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen. What would she have?
Gentleman. She speaks much of her father; says she
hears There 's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her
heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt. That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing. Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection; they aim at it. And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them. Indeed would make one think there might be thought. Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Horatio. 'T were good she were spoken with, for she
may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. Queen. Let her come in. [Exit Horatio.
[Aside] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is. Bach toy seems prologue to some great amiss;
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So fall of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Be-enter Hoeatio, with Ophelia.
Ophelia, Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
Queen. How now, Ophelia!
Ophelia, [Sings] How should I your true love hnow
From another one? By his cocJcle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon. Queen, Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Ophelia, Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
[Sings] He is dead and gone, lady.
He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone. Queen. Nay, but, Ophelia, — Ophelia. Pray you, mark. [Sings] White his shroud as the mountain snow, —
JEnter King.
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Ophelia. [Sings] Larded with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. King. How do you, pretty lady?
Ophelia. Well, God 'ield you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but
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know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. [Aside] Conceit upon her father. Ophelia. Pray you, let 's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this:
[Sings] To-morrow is Saint Valentine^s day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donned his clothes And dupp^d the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia!
Ophelia. Indeed, la, without an oath, 1 11 make an end
on't:
[Sings] By Qis, and by Saint Charity, AlacJc, and fie for shame! Young men will do H, if they come to H;
By cocJc they are to blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me.
You promised me to wed: So would I ha' done, by yonder sun. An thou hadst not come to my bed. King. How long hath she been thus? Ophelia. I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i* the cold ground. My brother shall know of it;
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and so I thank you for your good counsel. — Come, my coach! — Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. [Mmt
King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. — [Exit Horatio.
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. First, her father slain; Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Of his own just remove: the people muddied. Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers. For good Polonius' death; & we have done but greenly. In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment. Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts: Last, and as much containing as all these. Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd, Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this. Like to a murthering-piece, in many places Gives me superfluous death. [A noise within.
Queen. Alack, what noise is this?
King. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
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Enter another Gentleman.
What is the matter?
Gentleman. Save yourself, my lord;
The ocean, oyerpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
Overbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known.
The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry * Choose we; Laertes shall be king!'
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
* Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'
Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
King. The doors are broke. [Noise within.
Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.
Laertes. Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without. Danes. No, let 's come in.
Laertes. I pray you, give me leave.
Danes. We will, we will. [They retire without the door. Laertes. I thank you: keep the door. — O thou vile king. Give me my father!
Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.
Laertes. That drop of blood that 's calm proclaims me bastard,
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Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brows
Of my true mother.
King. What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? —
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
There 's such divinity doth hedge a king.
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. — Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incens'd. — Let him go, Gertrude. —
Speak, man.
Laertes, Where is my father?
King. Dead.
Queen. But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill.
Laertes. How came he dead? I '11 not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance I vows, to the blackest devil I
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit I
I dare damnation. To this point I stand:
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes ; only I '11 be reveng'd
Most throughly for my father.
King. Who shall stay you?
Laertes. My will, not all the world;
And for my means, I '11 husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.
King. Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
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Of your dear father's death, is 't writ in your revenge,
That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe.
Winner and loser?
Laertes. None but his enemies.
King. Will you know them then?
Laertes. To his good friends thus wide I '11 ope my arms ;
And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
Eepast them with my blood.
King. Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death.
And am most sensibly in grief for it.
It shall as level to your judgment pierce
As day does to your eye.
Danes. [ Within'] Let her come in.
Laertes. How now! what noise is that? —
Re-enter Ophelia.
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,^^*^^
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye I —
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight.
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! —
O heavens! is 't possible, a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
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Ophelia. [Sings] —
They bore him barefaced on the bier; Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny ; And on his grave rains many a tear. — Fare you well, my dove!
Laertes. Hadst thou thy wits, & didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus.
Ophelia. You must sing, Down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laertes. This nothing 's more than matter. Ophelia. There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts.
Laertes. A document in madness, thoughts and remem- brance fitted.
Ophelia. There 's fennel for you, & columbines; there 's rue for you; and here 's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays; O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died; they say he made a good end, —
[Sings] For bonny sweet Robin is aU my joy. Laertes. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, She turns to favour and to prettiness. Ophelia. [Sings] —
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again f
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No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death'hed, He never will come again.
His heard was white as snow, All flaxen was Ms poll;
He is gone, he is gone, _
And we cast away moan: God hd' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. — God be wi' ye.
[Sxit. Laertes. Do you see this, O God? King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief. Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will. And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touched, we will our kingdom give. Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours. To you in satisfaction; but if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us. And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content. Laertes. Let this be so;
His means of death, his obscure burial — No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, Ko noble rite nor formal ostentation — Cry to be heard, as 't were from heaven to earth,
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That I must call 't in question.
King. So you shall;
And where the oflFence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me. [Exeunt.
Scene VI. Another Boom in the Castle.
Enter Horatio and a Servant.
Horatio. What are they that would speak with me? Servant. Sailors, sir; they say they have letters for you. Horatio. Let them come in. — [Exit Servant.
I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailors.
1 Sailor. God bless you, sir. Horatio. Let him bless thee too.
1 Sailor. He shall, sir, an 't please him. There 's a let- ter for you, sir — it comes from the ambassador that was boimd for England — ^if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Horatio. [Reads] 'Horatio, when thou shalt have over- looked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; in the grapple I hoarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner,
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They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy : hut they knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much speed as thou ivouldstfly death, I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Ghiil- denstern hold their course for England; of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.
^He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet,' Come, I will make you way for these your letters; And do 't the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. [Exeunt
Scene VII. Another Room in the Castle.
Enter Ejdstg and Laertes.
King. Kow must your conscience my acquittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.
Laertes. It well appears; but tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats.
So crimefiil and so capital in nature.
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else.
You mainly were stirr'd up.
King. O, for two special reasons,
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Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself —
My virtue or my plague, be it either which —
She 's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go.
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces: so that my arrows,
Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them.
Laertes. And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms.
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
King. Break not your sleeps for that; you must not
think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: I lov'd your father, and we love ourself ; And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine —
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Enter a Messenger.
How now! what news? '^ff^f?
Messenger. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
This to your majesty; this to the queen. King. From Hamlet! who brought them? Messenger. Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not: They were given to me by Claudio; he received them Of him that brought them.
King. Laertes, you shall hear them. —
Leave us. [Exit Messenger.
[Reads] 'High and mighty, You shall know lam set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes; when I shall, first asking your pardon there- unto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return. Hamlet.'
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? Laertes. Kiiow you the hand?
King. 'T is Hamlet's character. *]!faked!'
And in a postscript here, he says * alone.' Can you advise me? >'
Laertes. I 'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come; It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth 'Thus didest thou.'
King. If it be so, Laertes —
As how should it be so? how otherwise? —
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Will you be rul'd by me?
Laertes. Ay, my lord; ..^^ -^^,. , . >
So you will not overrule me to a peace. '%M^f*;'**^'. fell
King. To thine own peace. If he be now returned,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an exploit now ripe in my device, wti^
Under the which he shall not choose but fall;
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe.
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
And call it accident.
Laertes. My lord, I will be ruFd;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
King. It falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you shine; your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard.
Of the unworthiest siege.
Laertes. What part is that, my lord?
King. A very riband in the cap of youth.
Yet needftd too ; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
Here was a gentleman of Normandy: —
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I Ve seen myself, and served against, the French,
And they can well on horseback ; but this gallant
Had witchcraft in 't: he grew into his seat.
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd
With the brave beast. So far he topp'd my thought
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.
Laertes. A N^orman was 't?
King. A Norman.
Laertes. Upon my life, Lamond.
King. The very same.
Laertes. I know him well; he is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the nation.
King. He made confession of you.
And gave you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especially.
That he cried out, 't would be a sight indeed.
If one could match you; the scrimers of their nation.
He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos'd them. Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Tour sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
Now, out of this —
Laertes. What out of this, my lord?
King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
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Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
Laertes. Why ask you this?
King. Not that I think you did not love your father;
But that I know love is begun by time,
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still, 4:^;^^
For goodness, growing to a plurisy, * ^,f,:pi. *-
Dies in his own too-much. That we would do, -^"r^"^'*^
We should do when we would; for this * would' changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this * should' is like a spendthrift sigh.
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:
Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake,
To show yourself your father's son in deed
More than in words?
Laertes. To cut his throat i' the church.
King. No place, indeed, should murther sanctuarize;
Eevenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home:
We '11 put on those shall praise your excellence
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, together
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And wager on your heads. He, being remiss,
Most generous and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice
Eequite him for your father.
Laertes. I will do 't;
And, for that purpose, I '11 anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank.
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it.
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare.
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal; I '11 touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly.
It may be death.
King, Let 's further think of this ;
Weigh what convenience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape. If this should fail.
And that our drift look through our bad performance,
'T were better not assay 'd; therefore this project
Should have a back or second, that might hold
If this should blast in proof. Soft! — ^let me see: —
We '11 make a solemn wager on your cunnings, —
Iha't:
When in your motion you are hot and dry —
As make your bouts more violent to that end — *
And that he calls for drink, I '11 have prepar'd him
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A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping. If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, Our purpose may hold there. —
Enter Queen.
How now, sweet queen! Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow. — Your sister 's drown'd, Laertes. Laertes. Drown'd! O, where? Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke. When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide, And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up; Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress. Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. Laertes. Alas, then, is she drown'd?
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Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.
Laertes. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will: when these are gone.
The woman will be out. — ^Adieu, my lord;
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it. [Exit.
King. Let 's follow, Gertrude;
How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again;
Therefore let 's follow. [Exeunt.
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ACT FIVE
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ACT V.
Scene I. A Churchyard. Enter two Clowns, with spades, etc.
1 Clown. Is she to be buried in Christian burial that wilfally seeks her own salvation?
2 Clown. I tell thee she is; and therefore make her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.
1 Clown. How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?
2 Clown. Why, 't is found so.
1 Clown. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act, and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perform: argal, she drowned her- self wittingly.
2 Cloion. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver, —
1 Clown. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he nill he, he goes, — ^mark you that; but if the water come to him and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life.
2 Clown. But is this law?
1 Clown. Ajy marry, is 't; crowner's quest law.
2 Clown. Will you ha' the truth on 't? If this had not
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been a gentlewoman, site should have been buried out o' Christian burial.
1 Clown. Why, there thou say'st; and the more pity that great folk should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even- Christian. — Come, my spade. There is no ancient gen- tlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers ; they hold up Adam's profession.
2 Clown. Was he a gentleman?
1 Clown. He was the first that ever bore arms.
2 Clown. Why, he had none.
1 Clown. What, art a heathen? How dost thou under- stand the Scripture? The Scripture says *Adam digged'; could he dig without arms? I '11 put another question to thee; if thou answerest me not to the purpose, con- fess thyself —
2 Clown. Go to.
1 Clown. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
2 Clown. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
1 Clown. I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill; now thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the church: argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To 't again, come.
2 Clown. Who builds stronger than a mason, a ship- wright, or a carpenter?
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1 Clown. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
2 Clown. Marry, now I can tell.
1 Clown. To 't.
2 Clown. Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Hoeatio, at a distance.
1 Clown. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are asked this question next, say *a grave-maker': the houses that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown. [Digs, and sings]
In youthj when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet. To contract — O! — the time, for — ah! — my behove, O, methought, there was nothing meet. Hamlet. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making?
Horatio. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Hamlet. 'T is e'en so; the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
1 Clown. [Sings] But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath clawed me in his clutch, And hath shipped me intil the land. As if I had never been such.
[Throws up a sJcuU.
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Samlet. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once; how the knaye jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murther! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
Horatio. It might, my lord.
Samlet. Or of a courtier, which could say * Good mor- row, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a- one's horse, when he meant to beg it, might it not? Soratio. Ay, my lord.
Samlet. Why, e'en so; and now my Lady Worm's, chap- less, and knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade: here 's fine revolution, an we had the trick to see 't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on 't. 1 Clown. [Sings] —
A picJc-axe, and a spade, a spade^
For and a shrouding sheet; O, a pit of clay for to he made
For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up another sJcull. Samlet. There 's another; why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, his quil- lets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his
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action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in 's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his re- cognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recov- eries ; is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha? Horatio. I^ot a jot more, my lord. Hamlet Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? Horatio, Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too. Hamlet. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow. — ^Whose grave 's this, sirrah? 1 Clown. Mine, sir. —
[Sings] O, a pit of clay for to he made For such a guest is meet. Hamlet. I think it be thine, indeed, for thou liest in 't. 1 Clown. You lie out on 't, sir, and therefore it is not yours; for my part, I do not lie in 't, and yet it is mine. Hamlet. Thou dost lie in 't, to be in 't and say it is thine ; 't is for the dead, not for the quick: therefore thou liest. 1 Clown. 'T is a quick lie, sir; 't will away again, from me to you.
Hamlet. What man dost thou dig it for? 1 Cloivn. For no man, sir.
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Hamlet. What woman, then?
1 Clown. For none, neither. iMm^M-.-m^j
Samlet. Who is to be buried in 't? ^^^ * '
1 Clown. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul,
she 's dead.
Hamlet. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by
the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,
Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of it;
the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant
comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his
kibe. — How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
1 Clown. Of all the days i' the year, I came to 't that
day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
Hamlet. How long is that since?
1 Clown. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that:
it was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he
that is mad, and sent into England.
Hamlet. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
1 Clown. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover
his wits there; or, if he do not, it 's no great matter
there.
Hamlet. Why?
1 Clown. 'T will not be seen in him there; there the
men are as mad as he.
Hamlet. How came he mad?
1 Clown. Very strangely, they say.
Hamlet. How strangely?
1 Clown. Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
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Hamlet Upon what ground?
1 Clown. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years.
Hamlet How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? 1 Clown. V faith, if he be not rotten before he die — as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce hold the laying in — ^he will last you some eight year or nine year; a tanner will last you nine year. Hamlet Why he more than another? 1 Clown. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here 's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth three and twenty years. Hamlet Whose was it?
1 Clown. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; whose do you think it was? Hamlet Nay, I know not.
1 Clown. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue ! a' poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Torick's skull, the king's jester. Hamlet This? 1 Clown. E'en that.
Hamlet Let me see. — [^TaTces the sTcvM.'] Alas, poor Tor- ickl — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imag- ination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips
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that I have kissed I know not how oft. — ^Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Ifow get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Horatio. What 's that, my lord?
Hamlet. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fash- ion ¥ the earth? Horatio. E'en so.
Hamlet. And smelt so? pah! [Puts down the skull.
Horatio. E'en so, my lord.
Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alex- ander, till he finds it stopping a bung-hole? Horatio. 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. Hamlet. ISo, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexan- der returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel? Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away; O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe. Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
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But soft! but soft! aside! here comes the king,
Enter Priests, etc., in procession; the Corpse of Ophelia, Lajbetes and Mourners following; King, Queen, their trains, etc.
The queen, the courtiers; who is that they follow?
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life; 't was of some estate.
Couch we awhile, and mark. [Retiring with Horatio.
Laertes. What ceremony else? i.
Hamlet. That is Laertes, a very noble youth; mark. ^
Laertes. What ceremony else?
1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodged
Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, i
Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her:
Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants.
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.
Laertes. Must there no more be done?
1 Priest. No more be done;
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
Laertes. Lay her i' the earth; —
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And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! — I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.
Hamlet What, the fair Ophelia!
Queen. Sweets to the sweet; farewell! [Scattering flowers.
I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid.
And not t' have strew'd thy grave.
Laertes. O, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Deprived thee of! — Hold off the earth awhile.
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms,
[Leaps into the grave. !N'ow pile your dust upon the quick and dead. Till of this flat a mountain you have made To o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head Of blue Olympus.
Hamlet. [Advancing] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder- wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane ! [Leaps into the grave.
Laertes. The devil take thy soul!
[Grappling with him. Hamlet. Thou pray'st not well. I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
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For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy handl
King. Pluck them asunder.
Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet!
All. Gentlemen, —
Horatio. Good my lord, be quiet.
[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.
Hamlet. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Queen. O my son, what theme?
Hamlet. I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love.
Make up my sum. — What wilt thou do for her?
King. O, he is mad, Laertes.
Queen. For love of God, forbear him.
Hamlet. 'Swounds, show me what thou 'It do:
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I '11 do 't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I;
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground.
Singeing his pate against the burning zone.
Make Ossa like a wart 1 Nay, an thou 'It mouth,
I '11 rant as well as thou.
Queen. This is mere madness:
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And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the female dove.
When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.
Hamlet. Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loy'd you ever. — But it is no matter; »iii|p
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit
King. I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him. —
[Exit Horatio. [To Laertes] Strengthen your patience in our last night's
speech; We '11 put the matter to the present push. — Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt.
SCEN^E II. A Hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet and Hobatio.
Hamlet. So much for this, sir; now let me see the other:
You do remember all the circumstance?
Horatio. Remember it, my lord!
Hamlet. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting.
That would not let me sleep; methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Eashly, —
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And prais'd be rashness for it, let us know,
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us
There 's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Eough-hew them how we will, —
Horatio. That is most certain.
Hamlet. Up from my cabin.
My sea-gown scarf d about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire,
Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine own room again; making so bold.
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio, —
O royal knavery! — an exact command.
Larded with many several sorts of reasons
Importing Denmark's health and England's too,
With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life.
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe.
My head should be struck off.
Horatio. Is 't possible?
Hamlet. Here 's the commission ; read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
Horatio. I beseech you.
Hamlet. Being thus be-netted round with villanies —
Ere I could make a prologue to my brains.
They had begun the play — I sat me down,
Devis'd a new commission, wrote it fair;
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I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and laboured much How to forget that learning, but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know The effect of what I wrote? Horatio. Ay, good my lord.
Samlet. An earnest conjuration from the king, v
As England was his faithful tributary. As love between them like the palm might flourish. As peace should still her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma 'tween their amities. And many such-like as's of great charge. That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.
Horatio. How was this seal'd?
Hamlet. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant. I had my father's signet in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish seal; Folded the writ up in form of the other, Subscrib'd it, gave 't the impression, plac'd it safely, The changeling never known. l^Tow, the next day Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent Thou know'st already.
Horatio. So Gruildenstern and Rosencrantz go to 't. Hamlet. Why, man, they did make love to this employ- ment: .^.^.« i
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They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow.
'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
Horatio. Why, what a king is this!
Hamlet. Does it not, thinks 't thee, stand me now upon —
He that hath kill'd my king and whor'd my mother,
Popped in between the election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage — is 't not perfect conscience.
To quit him with this arm? and is 't not to be damn'd.
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
Horatio. It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.
Hamlet. It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life 's no more than to say *One.'
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For, by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of his. I '11 court his favours;
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Horatio. Peace! who comes here?
Enter Oseio. Osric. Tour lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
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Hamlet I humbly thank you, sir. — [Aside to Horatio] Dost know this water-fly? Horatio. [Aside to Hamlet] Ko, my good lord. Hamlet [Aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gra- cious; for 't is a vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess. 'T is a chough, but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt. Osric. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. Hamlet I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 't is for the head.
Osric. I thank your lordship, it is very hot. Hamlet STo, believe me, 't is very cold; the wind is northerly.
Osric. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Hamlet. But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
Osric. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, — as 't were, — I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter, — Hamlet I beseech you, remember —
[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat Osric. Ifay, in good faith; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes ; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences,
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of very soft society and great showing: indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.
Hamlet. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; though, I know, to divide him inventorially would dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw nei- ther, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article, and his infusion of such dearth and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more. Osric. Tour lordship speaks most infallibly of him. Hamlet The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Osric. Sir?
Horatio. Is 't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do 't, sir, really. Hamlet. What imports the nomination of this gentle- man?
Osric. Of Laertes?
Horatio. [Aside to Hamlet] His purse is empty already; all 's golden words are spent. Hamlet. Of him, sir. Osric. I know you are not ignorant — Hamlet. I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not much approve me. Well, sir? Osric. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes
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Samlet. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself.
Osric. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputa- tion laid on him by them, in his meed he 's unfellowed. Samlet. What 's his weapon? Osric. Kapier and dagger. Samlet. That's two of his weapons; but, well. Osric. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Bar- bary horses; against the which he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their as- signs, as girdle, hangers, and so. Three of the car- riages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very lib- eral conceit.
Samlet. What call you the carriages? Soratio. [Aside to Samlet^ I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. '
Osric. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. Samlet. The phrase would be more germane to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides; I would it might be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages ; that 's the French bet against the Danish. Why is this * imponed,' as you call it?
Osric. The king, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
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three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it would come to immediate trial, if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer. Hamlet. How if I answer no?
Osric. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
Hamlet. Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his majesty, 't is the breathing time of day with me; let the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the king hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
Osric. Shall I re-deliver you e'en so? Hamlet. To this effect, sir, after what flourish your na- ture will.
Osric. I commend my duty to your lordship. Hamlet. Tours, yours. — [JExit Osric] He does well to commend it himself; there are no tongues else for 's turn.
Horatio. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
Hamlet. He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it. Thus has he — and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on — only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through & through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. m^i*
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Enter a Lord.
Lord, My lord, Ms majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who brings back to him, that you attend him in the hall; he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.
Hamlet I am constant to my purposes; they follow the king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now or whensoever, provided I be so able as now. Lord. The king and queen and all are coming down. Hamlet, In happy time.
Lord, The queen desires you to use some gentle enter- tainment to Laertes before you fall to play. Hamlet, She well instructs me. [Exit Lord,
Horatio, You will lose this wager, my lord. Hamlet, I do not think so: since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all 's here about my heart; but it is no matter. Horatio, Nay, good my lord, —
Hamlet, It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain- giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman. Horatio, If your mind dislike any thing, obey it. I will forestall their repair hither, and say you are not fit. Hamlet. Kot a whit; we defy augury: there 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it
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be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? Let be.
Enter EisTG, Queen, Laeetbs, Lords, Oseio, and At- tendants with foils, etc.
King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from
me. \^The King puts Laerteses hand into Hamlefs.
Hamlet Give me your pardon, sir: I Ve done you wrong;
But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows.
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
With sore distraction. What I have done.
That might your nature, honour, and exception
Eoughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was 't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet:
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
And when he 's not himself does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not; Hamlet denies it.
Who does it, then? His madness: if 't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Sir, in this audience.
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
And hurt my brother.
Laertes. I am satisfied in nature, t
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Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
To my reyenge; but in my terms of honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice and precedent of peace.
To keep my name ungor'd. But till that time,
I do receive your offered love like love,
And will not wrong it.
Hamlet I embrace it freely,
And will this brother's wager frankly play. —
Give us the foils. — Come on.
Laertes, Come, one for me.
Hamlet. I 'U be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Tour skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night.
Stick fiery off indeed.
Laertes, Ton mock me, sir.
Hamlet, Ko, by this hand.
King, Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
Hamlet. Very well, my lord;
Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.
King, I do not fear it; I have seen you both:
But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
Laertes, This is too heavy, let me see another.
Hamlet, This likes me well. — These foils have all a
length? Osric. Ay, my good lord. [They prepare to play.
King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table. —
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If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire:
The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath;
And in the cup an union shall he throw,
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
*lfow the king drinks to Hamlet!' — Come, begin; —
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
Hamlet Come on, sir.
Laertes. Come, my lord. [They play.
Samlet. One.
Laertes. Ko.
Samlet. Judgment.
Osric. A hit, a very palpable hit.
Laertes. Well; again.
King. Stay; give me drink. — Hamlet, this pearl is thine;
Here 's to thy health. —
[Trumpets sounds and cannon shot off within. Give him the cup. Samlet I '11 play this bout first; set it by awhile. — Come. [They play.] Another hit; what say you I Laertes. A touch, a touch, I do confess. King. Our son shall win. Queen. He 's fat and scant of breath. —
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Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. Hamlet, Good madam, —
King. Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen. I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me. King. [Aside'] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. Hamlet. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face. Laertes. My lord, 1 11 hit him now. King. I do not think 't.
Laertes. [Aside] And yet 't is almost 'gainst my con- science. Hamlet. Come, for the third, Laertes. Tou but dally; I pray you, pass with your best violence; I am afeard you make a wanton of me. Laertes. Say you so? come on. [They play.
Osric. Nothing, neither way. Laertes. Have at you now!
[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes. King. Part them; they are incens'd.
Hamlet. Nay, come, again. [The Queen falls.
Osric. Look to the queen there, ho!
Horatio. They bleed on both sides. — ^How is it, my lord? Osric. How is 't, Laertes?
Laertes. Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; I am justly killed with mine own treachery. Hamlet. How does the queen?
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King. She swoons to see them bleed.
Queen, No, no, the drink, the drink, — O my dear Ham- let,—
The drink, the drink! — I am poisoned. [Dies,
Hamlet. O villany! — Ho! let the door be locked!
Treachery! Seek it out!
Laertes. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain;
ISTo medicine in the world can do thee good,
In thee there is not half an hour of life:
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice
Hath turned itself on me; lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again. Thy mother 's poison'd;
I can no more, — the king — the king 's to blame.
Hamlet. The point envenomed too! —
Then, venom, to thy work! [Stabs the King.
All. Treason! treason!
King. O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
Hamlet. Here, thou incestuous, murtherous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion! Is thy union here?
Follow my mother? [King dies.
Laertes. He is justly serv'd;
It is a poison tempered by himself. —
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet;
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me! [Dies.
Hamlet. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. —
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I am dead, Horatio. — ^Wretched queen, adieu! —
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time — as this fell sergeant, death.
Is strict in his arrest — O, I could tell you —
But let it be. — Horatio, I am dead;
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
Horatio. I^ever believe it;
I am more an antique Eoman than a Dane:
Here 's yet some liquor left.
Hamlet. As thou 'rt a man.
Give me the cup : let go ; by heaven, I '11 have 't. —
0 God! — Horatio, what a wounded name.
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart.
Absent thee from felicity awhile.
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain.
To tell my story. — [March afar off, and shot within.
What warlike noise is this? Osric. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from
Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley. Hamlet. O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit.
1 cannot live to hear the news from England; But I do prophesy the election lights
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On Portinbras: he has my dying voice; So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, Which have solicited — ^the rest is silence. [Dies.
Horatio. Now cracks a noble heart. — Good night, sweet
prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? [March within.
Enter Foetlnibeas, the English Ambassadors, c6 others.
Fortinbras. Where is this sight?
Horatio. What is it ye would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
Fortinbras. This quarry cries on havoc. — O proud death.
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell.
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?
1 Ambassador. The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
That Rosencrantz and GuUdenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?
Horatio. If ot from his mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you;
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question.
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrived, give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
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And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads. All this can I
Truly deliver.
Fortinhras. Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune;
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
Horatio. Of that I shall have also cause to speak.
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
But let this same be presently performed,
Even while men's minds are wild, lest more mischance.
On plots and errors, happen.
Fortinhras. Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on.
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage.
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him. —
Take up the bodies.^Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. —
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
[A dead march. Exeunt, hearing off the dead hodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off.
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so HERE THEN ENDETH THE PLAY OF HAMLET AS PRINTED BY THE EOTCBOFTEBS: BORDERS & HEAD- BANDS BY SAMUEL WABNEB, PRESS- WORK BY OTTO EBANZ, AND THE WHOLE PLANNED AND SEEN THRO THE PRESSES BY ANDBEW ANDBEW8
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