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Francisco.29. Son to Polonius. Osric. Players. Courtier. A Captain. ACT I. Soldiers. and other Attendants.*END*THE SMALL PRINT! FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver. Officer. HAMLET. PRINCE OF DENMARK by William Shakespeare PERSONS REPRESENTED. English Ambassadors. King of Denmark. and Nephew to the present King. Rosencrantz.04. A Gentleman. a Soldier Reynaldo. Courtier. Servant to Polonius. Hamlet. Officer. Ghost of Hamlet's Father. Polonius. Courtier. Queen of Denmark. Gertrude. A Priest. and Mother of Hamlet. Courtier. Two Clowns. Courtier. Marcellus. SCENE. Horatio. Prince of Norway.93*END* This etext was prepared by Dianne Bean. Guildenstern. Fortinbras. Cornelius. Claudius. Ophelia. Voltimand. Bernardo. . Elsinore. Laertes. Courtier. Friend to Hamlet. Messengers. Lord Chamberlain. Officers. Ladies. Lords. Sailors. Daughter to Polonius. Son to the former. Grave-diggers.
Ber. Fran. honest soldier. You come most carefully upon your hour. O. Ber.] Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve. Long live the king! Fran.] Hor. Who's there? Fran. Mar. Ber. Enter to him Bernardo. bid them make haste. I think I hear them.Scene I. Who hath reliev'd you? . Not a mouse stirring. Get thee to bed. He. Fran. farewell. And I am sick at heart. And liegemen to the Dane. Ber. and unfold yourself. Well. A platform before the Castle. Nay. Bernardo? Ber. ho! Who is there? [Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Francisco. Give you good-night. [Francisco at his post. Friends to this ground. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus. Fran. The rivals of my watch. Elsinore. For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold.--Stand. Fran. good night. Mar. Have you had quiet guard? Fran. answer me: stand.
has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber.-Mar. When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns. What we two nights have seen. Ber. twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night. And let us once again assail your ears. Ber.Fran.] Mar. Tush. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy. Holla! Bernardo! Ber. Well. Peace. [Exit. tush. The bell then beating one. Hor. And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight. is Horatio there? Hor. What. look where it comes again! . I have seen nothing. A piece of him. Horatio:--Welcome. That are so fortified against our story. Marcellus and myself. sit we down. Last night of all. Give you good-night. 'twill not appear. break thee off. Welcome. Bernardo has my place. Mar. Mar. Ber. And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. good Marcellus. That. if again this apparition come He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Sit down awhile. Say. What. Hor.
I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Horatio. Mar. Horatio! You tremble and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? Hor. Before my God. like the king that's dead. and will not answer. Ber.] Mar. Stay! speak. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on . Looks it not like the King? mark it. Mar. it stalks away! Hor. Ber. Hor. speak to it. armed. Thou art a scholar. Most like:--it harrows me with fear and wonder. Hor. Mar. Is it not like the King? Hor. It is offended. speak! Mar.] Ber. Horatio. In the same figure. Question it. Ber.[Enter Ghost. It would be spoke to. speak! I charge thee speak! [Exit Ghost. Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee. What art thou. Ber. 'Tis gone. How now. that usurp'st this time of night. Horatio. See.
he that knows. Thus twice before. I take it.-Did slay this Fortinbras. by Fortinbras of Norway. Did forfeit. Which he stood seiz'd of. At least. And foreign mart for implements of war. With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.-As it doth well appear unto our state. sit down. The source of this our watch. Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land. in the gross and scope of my opinion. in which our valiant Hamlet. with his life. Is the main motive of our preparations. And carriage of the article design'd. In what particular thought to work I know not. And why such daily cast of brazen cannon.When he the ambitious Norway combated. Dar'd to the combat. For food and diet. whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day: Who is't that can inform me? Hor. which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras. and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. here and there. His fell to Hamlet. to the conqueror: Against the which. all those his lands. 'Tis strange. Now. Mar. which is no other. So frown'd he once when. to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't. Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride. Whose image even but now appear'd to us. That can I. a moiety competent Was gaged by our king. Hath in the skirts of Norway. by strong hand. Well ratified by law and heraldry. And terms compulsatory. the whisper goes so. and jump at this dead hour. Good now. as you know. . Of unimproved mettle hot and full. as by the same cov'nant. Had he been vanquisher.-But to recover of us. and tell me. Mar. Was. What might be toward. Hor. sir. Our last king. those foresaid lands So by his father lost: and this.-For so this side of our known world esteem'd him. Why such impress of shipwrights. He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. But. in an angry parle. young Fortinbras. who. by a seal'd compact. Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes.
race to me. Which. happily. Do. Disasters in the sun. I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort. or use of voice. foreknowing may avoid. illusion! If thou hast any sound. And prologue to the omen coming on.-As harbingers preceding still the fates. behold! lo. and speak!--Stop it. Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.] I'll cross it. soft. Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events. Hor. Ber. stars with trains of fire and dews of blood.-But. so like the king That was and is the question of these wars.] Speak of it:--stay. 'Tis here! Mar. though it blast me. That may to thee do ease. they say. where it comes again! [Re-enter Ghost. [The cock crows. Marcellus! Mar. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell. For which. and the moist star. The graves stood tenantless.] . O. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor. In the most high and palmy state of Rome. and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.--Stay. As.-Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. 'Tis here! Hor. Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done. if it will not stand. speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth. Speak to me: If thou art privy to thy country's fate. you spirits oft walk in death. 'Tis gone! [Exit Ghost. that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch. and.Ber.
[Exeunt. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green. upon my life. the morn. The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation. and do in part believe it. To offer it the show of violence. Cornelius. I pray. For it is. look. when the cock crew. and Attendant. fitting our duty? Mar. as the air. [Enter the King. being so majestical. As needful in our loves. And then. invulnerable. Hamlet.] Scene II.We do it wrong. Laertes. Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill: Break we our watch up: and by my advice. and our whole kingdom . This spirit. And our vain blows malicious mockery. dumb to us. The nights are wholesome. will speak to him: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it. and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Hor. The bird of dawning singeth all night long. Ber. Whether in sea or fire. It was about to speak. Hor.] King. No fairy takes. I have heard The cock. and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief. Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day. Let's do't. A room of state in the Castle. in russet mantle clad. So have I heard. And then it started. Polonius. It faded on the crowing of the cock. So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. in earth or air. But. for. like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated. and at his warning. nor witch hath power to charm. then no planets strike. Mar. that is the trumpet to the morn. Queen. Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet. no spirit dare stir abroad. Voltimand. Elsinore. Lords. they say.
Laertes. Now follows. and full proportions are all made Out of his subject:--and we here dispatch You. with all bonds of law. our thanks. Voltimand. Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart. nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms. King. impotent and bed-rid. and let your haste commend your duty. The lists.-Taken to wife. more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. as 'twere with a defeated joy. In equal scale weighing delight and dole. What wouldst thou have. and with dirge in marriage. good Cornelius. Holding a weak supposal of our worth.-Who. And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg. Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. In that and all things will we show our duty. Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state. With mirth in funeral. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage. That shall not be my offer. The hand more instrumental to the mouth. Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame. scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose. and you. which have freely gone With this affair along:--or all.-With an auspicious and one dropping eye.To be contracted in one brow of woe.-Now for ourself and for this time of meeting: Thus much the business is:--we have here writ To Norway. [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. Have we. For bearers of this greeting to old Norway. Giving to you no further personal power To business with the king. now our queen. Laertes? Laer. Dread my lord. To our most valiant brother. and Volt. Together with remembrance of ourselves. uncle of young Fortinbras. Farewell. what is't. Laertes. . in that the levies. what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. He hath not fail'd to pester us with message. young Fortinbras. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him.] And now. Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane. So much for him. Therefore our sometime sister. that you know.--to suppress His further gait herein. Cor.
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France. time be thine. And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. For they are actions that a man might play. Laertes. These but the trappings and the suits of woe. and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: I do beseech you. wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition. my lord. That can denote me truly: these. that duty done. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak. Together with all forms. Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath.--all that lives must die. and my son-Ham. Yet now. Nor customary suits of solemn black. cast thy nighted colour off. moods.Your leave and favour to return to France. it is. I am too much i' the sun. Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage. nor the fruitful river in the eye. Queen. And thy best graces spend it at thy will!-But now. No. Passing through nature to eternity. From whence though willingly I came to Denmark. [Aside. good mother. To show my duty in your coronation. give him leave to go. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. madam. Take thy fair hour. seem. Ham. Not so. it is common. I know not seems. King. Seems. King. But I have that within which passeth show. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Queen. indeed. Ay. Good Hamlet. I must confess.] A little more than kin. shows of grief. . Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. If it be. my lord. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st 'tis common. He hath. madam! Nay. and less than kind! King. my cousin Hamlet. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Pol.
--Madam. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven. To reason most absurd.' We pray you. your father lost a father. for some term To do obsequious sorrow: but to persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. a fault to nature. come. and think of us As of a father: for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne.] Ham. Thaw. cousin. King. That father lost. and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd . throw to earth This unprevailing woe. Our chiefest courtier. whose common theme Is death of fathers. Re-speaking earthly thunder. No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell. you must know. From the first corse till he that died to-day. I shall in all my best obey you. and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense. Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven. But. madam. and the survivor bound. Ham. An understanding simple and unschool'd. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg. and our son. 'This must be so. 'tis a loving and a fair reply: Be as ourself in Denmark. Why should we. 'tis unmanly grief. go not to Wittenberg. A fault against the dead. Let not thy mother lose her prayers. and who still hath cried. And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. Hamlet. For what we know must be. Come away. Hamlet: I pray thee stay with us.King. In filial obligation. A heart unfortified. O that this too too solid flesh would melt. Why. It is most retrograde to our desire: And we beseech you bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye. in our peevish opposition. To give these mourning duties to your father. Queen. lost his. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature. a mind impatient. And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again. This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof.
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary. not so much. Horatio?-Marcellus? Mar. make you from Wittenberg? Hor. .--Frailty. Marcellus. and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. My good lord. That grows to seed. That it should come to this! But two months dead!--nay. Ham. I am glad to see you well: Horatio.O. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. good my lord. nor it cannot come to good. I am very glad to see you. thy name is woman!-A little month. Hor.--why she. Sir. but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month. my good friend. The same. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes. flat. to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not. But break my heart. my lord. Hyperion to a satyr. She married:-. all tears.--Good even. I'll change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg. sir. My father's brother.-Let me not think on't.-But what. to this. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why. she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet.-Ham.-O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason. Ham. so loving to my mother. and your poor servant ever. within a month. most wicked speed. A truant disposition. even she.--married with mine uncle. or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe.] Hor.--for I must hold my tongue! [Enter Horatio. Hail to your lordship! Ham. in faith. stale. that was. and Bernardo. Would have mourn'd longer.--or I do forget myself. not two: So excellent a king.
This marvel to you. Ham. I prithee do not mock me. I think I saw him yesternight. Hor. he was a goodly king. take him for all in all. my lord? Ham. Ham. Hor. My lord. Horatio. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. I shall not look upon his like again. Ham. Hor. My lord. Where. Thrift. Saw who? Hor. Nor shall you do my ear that violence. the king your father. To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know you are no truant. Upon the witness of these gentlemen. Season your admiration for awhile With an attent ear. Hor. I came to see your father's funeral. Horatio!-My father. Ham.--methinks I see my father. till I may deliver.I would not hear your enemy say so. it follow'd hard upon. The King my father! Hor. My lord. fellow-student. Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. In my mind's eye. . I saw him once. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. thrift. For God's love let me hear. Ham. Ham. He was a man. my lord. Indeed.
distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear. 'tis true. And vanish'd from our sight. Two nights together had these gentlemen. upon the platform where we watch'd. and Ber. But answer made it none: yet once methought It lifted up it head. whilst they. And I with them the third night kept the watch: Where. Stand dumb. Within his truncheon's length. sirs. Been thus encounter'd.Hor. And at the sound it shrunk in haste away. but this troubles me. My lord. each word made true and good. my lord. Ham. and speak not to him. Marcellus and Bernardo. Form of the thing. say you? Both. Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes. Ham. But where was this? Mar. Hold you the watch to-night? Mar. These hands are not more like. my honour'd lord. Did you not speak to it? Hor. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did. I did. Ham. on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night. like as it would speak: But even then the morning cock crew loud. indeed. Hor. both in time. As I do live. My lord. Arm'd. . We do. cap-a-pe. And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. Armed at point exactly. Ham. Ham. Indeed. and did address Itself to motion. A figure like your father. as they had deliver'd. The apparition comes: I knew your father. 'Tis very strange.
Mar. I would I had been there. Ham. From top to toe? Both. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Ham. look'd he frowningly? Hor. very pale. very like. Longer. A sable silver'd. Stay'd it long? Hor. my lord. yes. Ham. Hor. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Hor. O. Ham. Most constantly. from head to foot. Hor.Arm'd. Not when I saw't. Ham. Ham. His beard was grizzled. Ham. Pale or red? Hor. What.--no? Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. as I have seen it in his life. Nay. It would have much amaz'd you. and Ber. Ham. It was. My lord. longer. my lord: he wore his beaver up. Then saw you not his face? Hor. Very like. .
Ham.] Scene III. Marcellus. I will watch to-night. If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight. Ham. . sister. do not sleep. I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit still. to men's eyes. The perfume and suppliance of a minute.Ham. Do you doubt that? Laer. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them. and a toy in blood: A violet in the youth of primy nature. but no tongue: I will requite your loves. I'll visit you. A room in Polonius's house. sweet. as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant. I'll speak to it. [Enter Laertes and Ophelia. [Exit. If it assume my noble father's person.] My father's spirit in arms! All is not well. And whatsoever else shall hap to-night. and Bernardo. as mine to you: farewell. my soul: foul deeds will rise. I warr'nt it will. not permanent. and the trifling of his favour. I pray you all. Our duty to your honour. My necessaries are embark'd: farewell: And. No more. Let it be tenable in your silence still. For Hamlet. not lasting. Forward. Give it an understanding. 'twixt eleven and twelve. Perchance 'twill walk again. Oph.] Laer. Hor. fare ye well: Upon the platform. So. Your loves. All. But let me hear from you. though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. [Exeunt Horatio. Hold it a fashion.
my dear sister. But. fear me not. The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd: And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Fear it. [Enter Polonius. And keep you in the rear of your affection. his will is not his own. as unvalu'd persons do. His greatness weigh'd. Oph. Carve for himself. Think it no more: For nature. Do not. for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state. No more but so? Laer. O. Occasion smiles upon a second leave.] A double blessing is a double grace. Or lose your heart. does not grow alone In thews and bulk. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. crescent.Oph. The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will: but you must fear. Laer. Whilst. Perhaps he loves you now. as some ungracious pastors do. fear it. Out of the shot and danger of desire. For he himself is subject to his birth: He may not. or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity. Be wary then. but as this temple waxes. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs. Ophelia. . Then if he says he loves you. Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read. though none else near. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven. It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed. best safety lies in fear: Youth to itself rebels. good my brother. And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. I stay too long:--but here my father comes. like a puff'd and reckless libertine.
Laertes! aboard.--to thine own self be true. Ophelia. Yet here.] And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. he hath said to you? Oph. not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man. There. And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that. What is't. unfledg'd comrade. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd. Pol. go. but few thy voice: Take each man's censure. and remember well What I have said to you. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee! Laer. Those friends thou hast. rich. my lord. Most humbly do I take my leave. Give every man thine ear. being in. your servants tend. and their adoption tried. Laer.Pol. Oph. And you are stay'd for. . And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give thy thoughts no tongue. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend. Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. The time invites you. This above all. for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail. but. And it must follow. [Exit.] Pol. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy. but reserve thy judgment. Farewell.--my blessing with thee! [Laying his hand on Laertes's head. Farewell. as the night the day. And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. aboard. Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel. something touching the Lord Hamlet. Laer. Ophelia. So please you. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel. Thou canst not then be false to any man. but by no means vulgar. But not express'd in fancy. Be thou familiar. 'Tis in my memory lock'd.
-You must not take for fire.--you'll tender me a fool. Oph. Ay. If it be so. of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. Ay. Tender yourself more dearly. my lord. and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. I'll teach you: think yourself a baby.--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase. Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Wronging it thus. Believe so much in him. And that in way of caution. Pol. as it is a-making. Pol. Pol. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley.--as so 'tis put on me. Oph. He hath. my lord. Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl. That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay. When the blood burns. go to. Giving more light than heat. well bethought: 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence.Pol. that he is young. What is between you? give me up the truth. I do know. Even in their promise. Ophelia. . Or. what I should think. I do not know. And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you: in few. as you call them? Oph. my lord. for they are brokers. And hath given countenance to his speech. Which are not sterling. Do you believe his tenders. Pol. For Lord Hamlet. Do not believe his vows. My lord. fashion you may call it. Marry. daughter. how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes. Oph. springes to catch woodcocks.--extinct in both.--I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour.-Not of that dye which their investments show. go to. Marry.
Hor. No.] What does this mean.--it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Ham. But to my mind. Ay.] Ham. my lord? Ham. What hour now? Hor. from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.But mere implorators of unholy suits. my lord. [A flourish of trumpets. in plain terms. it is very cold. This is for all.-I would not. The platform. Oph. [Enter Hamlet. And. Hor. and ordnance shot off within. Hor. Keeps wassail. it is struck. I think it lacks of twelve. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse. I shall obey. is't. The air bites shrewdly. and the swaggering up-spring reels. Mar. The better to beguile.] Scene IV. Is it a custom? Ham. come your ways. I charge you. [Exeunt. And to the manner born. marry. It is a nipping and an eager air. Horatio. Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds. . Look to't. The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.--though I am native here. Indeed? I heard it not: then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. and Marcellus. as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down.
That thou. answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance. that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners. father. hearsed in death. indeed. Being nature's livery. and. The pith and marrow of our attribute. though perform'd at height. Hor. King. . and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say. O. it takes From our achievements. I say. Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd. As infinite as man may undergo.This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards. for some vicious mole of nature in them. So oft it chances in particular men That. or fortune's star. Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon.] Ham. Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet. why the sepulchre.] Hor. the stamp of one defect. Making night hideous. Mar. royal Dane. why is this? wherefore? what should we do? [Ghost beckons Hamlet. but tell Why thy canoniz'd bones. again in complete steel.-Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault: the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance often doubt To his own scandal. my lord.--wherein they are not guilty.--that these men. As in their birth.--be they as pure as grace. Or by some habit.-Their virtues else. It beckons you to go away with it. Since nature cannot choose his origin. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!-Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd.-By the o'ergrowth of some complexion. Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell. Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason. Be thy intents wicked or charitable. Look. As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again! What may this mean. Have burst their cerements. and with swinish phrase Soil our addition. it comes! [Enter Ghost. dead corse.-Carrying.
No. Hold off your hands. Hor. by no means.-[Ghost beckons.Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it! Hor. Ham. Being a thing immortal as itself? It waves me forth again. what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. You shall not go. my lord. What if it tempt you toward the flood. My fate cries out. I'll follow thee. And there assume some other horrible form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason. It waves me still.-[Breaking free from them. Ham.-Go on.--unhand me. Ham. Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea. And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. what can it do to that. gentlemen. my lord. Be rul'd. Ham. And draw you into madness? think of it: The very place puts toys of desperation.] Still am I call'd.] By heaven.--I'll follow it. Hor. Why. you shall not go. my lord. Hor. then will I follow it. Ham. into every brain That looks so many fadoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath. Without more motive. It will not speak. Mar. I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!-- . Do not. And for my soul.
[Exeunt. let's follow him.] Ham. but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham.--To what issue will this come? Mar. [Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Mar. Let's follow.] Hor. When I to sulph'uous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Pity me not. Hor. Ghost. Speak. Ghost. 'tis not fit thus to obey him. I'll follow thee. Nay. My hour is almost come. poor ghost! Ghost. . Ghost.] Scene V.I am bound to hear. Mark me. Ham. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak! I'll go no further. He waxes desperate with imagination. Ham. [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Have after. Alas. I will. Hor. away!--Go on. Heaven will direct it. So art thou to revenge. when thou shalt hear. A more remote part of the Castle. Mar.I say.
O. as in the best it is. With witchcraft of his wit. Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house. May sweep to my revenge. Hamlet. like stars. A serpent stung me. Ghost.-- . And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. Ham. that incestuous. that adulterate beast. O God! Ghost. Murder! Ghost. Make thy two eyes. sleeping in my orchard. 'Tis given out that. and unnatural. with traitorous gifts. Ham. strange. I am thy father's spirit. Haste me to know't. Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. hear. O my prophetic soul! Mine uncle! Ghost.--List. I find thee apt.Ham. start from their spheres. But this most foul. so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd. thou noble youth. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. Murder most foul. Thy knotted and combined locks to part. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. list!-If thou didst ever thy dear father love-Ham. but know. Ham. that I. And for the day confin'd to wastein fires. with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love. freeze thy young blood. The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Ay. list. I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul. Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now. What? Ghost.
so did it mine. [Exit. And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge.O wicked wit and gifts. nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven. that have the power So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen: O Hamlet. sleeping. horrible! O. O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? And shall I couple hell? O. horrible! most horrible! If thou hast nature in thee. grow not instant old. And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment. whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage. swift as quicksilver. bear it not. Taint not thy mind. And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire: Adieu. And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd. at once dispatch'd: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin. But bear me stiffly up. Of life. my sinews.--Remember thee! Ay. as it never will be mov'd. Most lazar-like. But. To prick and sting her. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That. And a most instant tetter bark'd about. So lust. of crown. my heart. and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue. of queen. Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. disappointed. unanel'd. Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole. adieu! Hamlet. My custom always of the afternoon. what a falling-off was there! From me. but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O. with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body. by a brother's hand. The thin and wholesome blood. Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. while memory holds a seat .--Sleeping within my orchard. No reckoning made. thou poor ghost. With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial. Unhous'led. Thus was I. howsoever thou pursu'st this act. like eager droppings into milk. Brief let me be. And you. though to a radiant angel link'd. But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. remember me. it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body. fie!--Hold. Fare thee well at once! The glowworm shows the matin to be near.] Ham.
my lord. What news. Hillo.-Hor.] My lord.-Mar. by heaven!-O most pernicious woman! O villain. [Enter Horatio and Marcellus. ho.] So. Good my lord.] Heaven secure him! Ham. tell it. So be it! Mar. O. ho. Hor. At least. boy! Come. uncle. ho. all pressures past. it may be so in Denmark: [Writing. [Within. by heaven. How is't. my lord. and be a villain. That youth and observation copied there. No. you'll reveal it. I am sure. Hor. ho. Unmix'd with baser matter: yes.] Mar. my lord! Ham. villain. smiling. [Within. [Within. Ham. It is 'Adieu. That one may smile. wonderful! Hor. there you are.] Illo.In this distracted globe. my lord? Ham. bird.] Lord Hamlet.--meet it is I set it down. Now to my word. and smile. damned villain! My tables. from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records. my noble lord? Hor. Remember thee! Yea. come. adieu! remember me:' I have sworn't. All saws of books. all forms. [Within. . Not I. And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain.
There needs no ghost. Ham. would heart of man once think it?-But you'll be secret? Hor. There's no offence. And so. Ham. Ham.--and for my own poor part. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. . Hor. but there is. my lord? we will. right. good friends. Give me one poor request. Hor. Such as it is. come from the grave To tell us this. Never make known what you have seen to-night. and Mar. we will not. What is't. Ham. my lord. I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: You. And now. my lord. Horatio. And much offence too. by heaven. you are i' the right. These are but wild and whirling words. heartily. Nor I. Look you. as your business and desires shall point you. As you are friends. my lord. Ham. and soldiers. and Mar. my lord. faith.-It is an honest ghost. Ham. I'll go pray. Touching this vision here. that let me tell you: For your desire to know what is between us. Yes. Yes. heartily. Hor. Ham. Hor. My lord. Hor. scholars. I'm sorry they offend you. O'ermaster't as you may. Ay. How say you then.-For every man hath business and desire. without more circumstance at all. by Saint Patrick. my lord. Why.Mar.
Hor.-Come hither. my lord. Ha. my lord. gentlemen. but swear't. already.-Consent to swear. Ham. in faith. In faith. Nor I. indeed. Hor. good friends. but this is wondrous strange! Ham. Ghost. old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast? A worthy pioner!--Once more remove. Ham. Mar. Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Ham. ha boy! say'st thou so? art thou there. Ham. truepenny?-Come on!--you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Ghost. O day and night. Indeed. Ham. Mar.] Swear. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. Ham. Upon my sword. Propose the oath. And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard.Nay. not I. [Beneath.] Swear. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground. My lord. upon my sword. [Beneath. my lord. Never to speak of this that you have seen. [Beneath. Well said. Ghost. Hor. There are more things in heaven and earth. We have sworn. Horatio. Swear by my sword. Swear by my sword. .] Swear.
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 encumber'd 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 is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, 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!-Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt.]
Act II. Scene I. A room in Polonius's house. [Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.] Pol. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. Rey. I will, my lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, Before You visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour. Rey. My lord, I did intend it. Pol. Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir, Enquire 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 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, And in part hi;m;--do you mark this, Reynaldo? Rey. Ay, very well, my lord. Pol. '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 As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Rey. As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing:--you may go so far. Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. Pol. 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. Rey. But, my good lord,-Pol. Wherefore should you do this? Rey. Ay, my lord, I would know that. Pol. Marry, sir, here's my drift; And I believe it is a fetch of warrant: You laying these slight sullies on my son As 'twere 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; 'Good sir,' or so; or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'-According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country. Rey. Very good, my lord. Pol. And then, sir, does he this,--he does--What was I about to say?-By the mass, I was about to say something:--Where did I leave? Rey. At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and gentleman.' Pol. 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's 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; Your 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? Rey. My lord, I have. Pol. God b' wi' you, fare you well. Rey. Good my lord! Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Rey. I shall, my lord. Pol. And let him ply his music. Rey. Well, my lord.
Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo. As oft as any passion under heaven . No hat upon his head. At last. Ungart'red. go with me: I will go seek the king.Pol. And with his other hand thus o'er his brow. Alas. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist. Ophelia! what's the matter? Oph.-He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being: that done. his knees knocking each other. with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes. and held me hard. and down-gyved to his ankle. With what. This is the very ecstasy of love. Pol. he lets me go: And. And to the last bended their light on me.] [Enter Ophelia.--he comes before me.] How now. Whose violent property fordoes itself. his stockings foul'd. I have been so affrighted! Pol. I do not know. He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. And thrice his head thus waving up and down. And leads the will to desperate undertakings.--with his doublet all unbrac'd. i' the name of God? Oph. But truly I do fear it.--a little shaking of mine arm. My lord. Lord Hamlet. Mad for thy love? Oph. And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors. My lord. Then goes he to the length of all his arm. Pol. my lord. Long stay'd he so. Pale as his shirt. Come. Pol. as I was sewing in my chamber. For out o' doors he went without their help.
] Scene II. Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Rosencrantz. I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. Welcome. but. might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. A room in the Castle. Guildenstern. my good lord. . That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time: so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures. So much as from occasion you may glean. I am sorry. What it should be. have you given him any hard words of late? Oph. I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle. That. he hath much talk'd of you. lies within our remedy. [Enter King.] King. And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour. Good gentlemen. Queen. More than his father's death. open'd. Since nor the exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. afflicts him thus. so I call it.That does afflict our natures. to us unknown. go we to the king: This must be known. and Attendants. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good-will As to expend your time with us awhile. [Exeunt. being kept close. No. The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. but beshrew my jealousy! It seems it as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion.-What. I cannot dream of: I entreat you both That. Whether aught. And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. being of so young days brought up with him. Come. that thus hath put him So much from the understanding of himself. and to gather. And meant to wreck thee. as you did command. That hath made him mad. dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you. For the supply and profit of our hope. which. Pol.
Thanks.--Go. as I hold my soul.] Pol. amen! [Exeunt Rosencrantz. O. Th' ambassadors from Norway. Both to my God and to my gracious king: And I do think. King.Ros. Queen. my good lord. some of you. Both your majesties Might. Have I. King. King. my lord? Assure you. Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Guildenstern. by the sovereign power you have of us. Pol. King. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. and some Attendants]. .--or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do. To lay our service freely at your feet. Thou still hast been the father of good news. [Enter Polonius. We both obey. Ay. Thanks. And here give up ourselves.--that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. To be commanded. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Queen. in the full bent. Are joyfully return'd. Give first admittance to the ambassadors. Guil. Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. my good liege. Pol. speak of that. that do I long to hear. Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz: And I beseech you instantly to visit My too-much-changed son. Guil. I hold my duty.
and madam. So levied as before. which he. And his commission to employ those soldiers.] Pol. And at our more consider'd time we'll read.Thyself do grace to them. he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Voltimand. Most fair return of greetings and desires.--to expostulate What majesty should be. in brief. and. Upon our first. what from our brother Norway? Volt. he truly found It was against your highness.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise. he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies. my sweet queen. This business is well ended. But. which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack. [Gives a paper. and bring them in. age. against the Polack: With an entreaty. .] Welcome. I doubt it is no other but the main.--sends out arrests On Fortinbras. [Exit Polonius. [Enter Polonius.-That so his sickness. we shall sift him. King. and think upon this business.] He tells me. King. with Voltimand and Cornelius. better look'd into. Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your majesty. my good friends! Say.-His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. obeys. Receives rebuke from Norway. in fine. On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down.-My liege. herein further shown. Answer. at night we'll feast together: Most welcome home! [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. and impotence Was falsely borne in hand. Well. Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee. It likes us well. what duty is. Queen. overcome with joy. Whereon old Norway. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour: Go to your rest. whereat griev'd.
I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best. since brevity is the soul of wit. hath his solicitings. &c. 'Thine evermore. believe it. stay awhile. in her duty and obedience. But never doubt I love. most dear lady. night is night. and time. Madam. King.--have whilst she is mine. HAMLET. And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. I will be faithful. and surmise. [Reads. Perpend. with less art. All given to mine ear. 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity. a vile phrase. and time is time. I will be brief:--your noble son is mad: Mad call I it. Doubt that the sun doth move. the most beautified Ophelia. Thus: [Reads. Pol. Therefore. What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. 'O dear Ophelia. As they fell out by time.' Queen. the cause of this defect. in obedience. More matter. Good madam. But how hath she Receiv'd his love? .Why day is day. That he is mad. I am ill at these numbers. for to define true madness. and place. Were nothing but to waste night.'-That's an ill phrase. Doubt truth to be a liar.] 'In her excellent white bosom. and the remainder thus. [Reads. by means. I have a daughter. day. O most best. Or rather say. for I will use no art. mark. and my soul's idol. But farewell it.] 'Doubt thou the stars are fire.' This. I swear I use no art at all. Adieu. Queen. Hath given me this: now gather. whilst this machine is to him.] 'To the celestial. For this effect defective comes by cause: Thus it remains. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes. hath my daughter show'd me. 'beautified' is a vile phrase: but you shall hear. these.-Who. And more above. Mad let us grant him then: and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect.
And all we wail for. I will find Where truth is hid.] If circumstances lead me.-As I perceiv'd it. That she should lock herself from his resort. You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby. And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is a prince. King. Into the madness wherein now he raves. But what might you think. if this be otherwise: [Points to his head and shoulder. Thence to a watch. How may we try it further? Pol. Pol. If I had play'd the desk or table-book. Which done.--I'd fain know that-That I have positively said ''Tis so. Admit no messengers. Do you think 'tis this? Queen. then into a fast. I would fain prove so.what might you. Pol. Or look'd upon this love with idle sight. It may be. Hath there been such a time. King. When I had seen this hot love on the wing. Pol. out of thy sphere. repulsed. Before my daughter told me. Thence to a lightness. mute and dumb.' When it prov'd otherwise? King. I went round to work.-What might you think? No. And he. she took the fruits of my advice. Or my dear majesty your queen here. think. by this declension. . though it were hid indeed Within the centre.-Fell into a sadness. As of a man faithful and honourable. This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her. What do you think of me? King. Not that I know.--a short tale to make. I must tell you that. and. Or given my heart a winking. receive no tokens. thence into a weakness.Pol.-. very likely. Take this from this.
So he does indeed. being a god-kissing carrion. King. Well. Not I.] [Enter Hamlet. Excellent well. That's very true. my lord? Ham. And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state. Pol. Then I would you were so honest a man. Mark the encounter: if he love her not. both away I'll board him presently:--O. reading. Pol. you're a fishmonger. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Pol. Ay. and Attendants. Honest. I do beseech you. Queen.] How does my good Lord Hamlet? Ham. give me leave. sir. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: Be you and I behind an arras then. God-a-mercy. Ham. We will try it. Do you know me.Queen. my lord. Ham. as this world goes. my lord! Ham. to be honest. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog. Pol. Pol. Queen. Away. my lord. Pol.--Have you a daughter? . is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. But keep a farm and carters. [Exeunt King.
Ham. Into my grave? Pol. [Aside. Slanders. you could go backward. Fare you well. [Aside. words. Indeed. he said I was a fishmonger: he is far gone. Pol. though I most powerfully and potently believe. Pol. I mean. look to't. my lord? Ham. words. far gone: and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love. sir: for the satirical slave says here that old men have grey beards. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. How say you by that?--[Aside.--What do you read. Ham. which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I'll speak to him again. Pol. my lord. the matter that you read. that their faces are wrinkled. Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a blessing. for you yourself. except my life. sir.] Though this be madness. Words. my lord? Ham. should be old as I am. .] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on. Between who? Pol. my lord. yet there is a method in't. Ham. their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum.-Will you walk out of the air. that is out o' the air. take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal. very near this. my lord? Ham. Pol.] Still harping on my daughter:--yet he knew me not at first. You cannot. except my life. if. What is the matter. yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down. my lord.--except my life. I will most humbly take my leave of you. but not as your daughter may conceive:--friend. and that they have a plentiful lack of wit. I have.--My honourable lord. sir. together with most weak hams: all which. sir.Pol. like a crab.
or in the middle of her favours? Guil. Guildenstern? Ah. What's the news? Ros.] Pol.] Guil. Guil. Ham. sir! [Exit Polonius. My most dear lord! Ham. deserved at the hands of fortune. my lord. how do ye both? Ros. On fortune's cap we are not the very button. My honoured lord! Ros. Ham. but your news is not true. Ham. Ros. Then you live about her waist. [To Polonius. Let me question more in particular: what have you. Rosencrantz! Good lads. but that the world's grown honest. Nor the soles of her shoe? Ros. my good friends. Neither.] God save you. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet.Ham. most true. Happy in that we are not over-happy. Then is doomsday near. None. My excellent good friends! How dost thou. Ham. her privates we. These tedious old fools! [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. my lord. she is a strumpet. As the indifferent children of the earth. In the secret parts of fortune? O. Faith. there he is. that she sends you to prison hither? .
my lord. No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest of my servants. We think not so. my lord. Ham. for. and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. Ham. Truly. in which there are many confines. and count myself a king of infinite space. Prison. Ham. . to speak to you like an honest man.Guil. Why. for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. Ros. A goodly one. 'tis too narrow for your mind. Shall we to the court? for. Ros. Guil. then 'tis none to you. O God. We'll wait upon you. Then is the world one. Ros. what make you at Elsinore? Ros. were it not that I have bad dreams. then. But. indeed. Then are our beggars bodies. and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. I am most dreadfully attended. your ambition makes it one. Which dreams. To visit you. Ham. Ham. I cannot reason. Ham. no other occasion. and dungeons. by my fay. Denmark being one o' the worst. Ros. Ros. and Guild. Ham. for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Why. I could be bounded in a nutshell. Denmark's a prison. are ambition. my lord! Ham. wards. A dream itself is but a shadow. in the beaten way of friendship.
I am even poor in thanks. Why did you laugh then. my lord? Ham. be even and direct with me.] Nay. [To Guildenstern. though by your smiling you seem to say so. by the consonancy of our youth.--lost all my mirth. hold not off. it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame. no. seems to me a sterile promontory. it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. anything--but to the purpose. I have of late.Beggar that I am. whether you were sent for or no. this brave o'erhanging firmament. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come. this majestical roof fretted with golden fire.--why. which your modesties have not craft enough to colour: I know the good king and queen have sent for you. Ham. my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. I have an eye of you. look you. Ros. when I said 'Man delights not me'? . To what end.--but wherefore I know not. this most excellent canopy. my lord? Ham. Guil. Why. I will tell you why. forgone all custom of exercises.--If you love me. Guil. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving. My lord. to me. What should we say. by the obligation of our ever-preserved love. and indeed. come. and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal. the air. speak. how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet. dear friends. [Aside. nay. Ros. That you must teach me. we were sent for.] What say you? Ham. My lord. the earth. how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension. there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Ham. by the rights of our fellowship. But let me conjure you. Ros. nor woman neither. deal justly with me: come. then. but I thank you: and sure. what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. You were sent for. and there is a kind of confession in your looks. so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery.
or the blank verse shall halt for't. both in reputation and profit. He that plays the king shall be welcome. the lover shall not sigh gratis. no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. How comes it? do they grow rusty? Ros. and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy: there was. what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you: we coted them on the way. was better both ways. Ham. their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but there is. Ros. No. if you delight not in man. What players are they? Ros. and the lady shall say her mind freely. there has been much to do on both sides. How chances it they travel? their residence. Ham. are they not.--his majesty shall have tribute of me. the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target. Faith. and hither are they coming to offer you service. my lord. little eyases. if their means are no better. the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' the sere. if they should grow themselves to common players. that cry out on the top of question.--the tragedians of the city. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so followed? Ros. 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 afterwards. What. . indeed. the humorous man shall end his part in peace. an aery of children.--their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession? Ros. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation. Even those you were wont to take such delight in.--as it is most like.--so they call them. Ham. and so berattle the common stages. To think. Ham. and are most tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the fashion.Ros. Ham. Nay. for awhile.--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills and dare scarce come thither. sir.
if philosophy could find it out. In what. give twenty. there has been much throwing about of brains. [Enter Polonius. my dear lord? Ham. for my uncle is king of Denmark.Ham. come: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb. that they do. I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. . mark it. Well be with you.] Guil. Ham. gentlemen! Ham. Do the boys carry it away? Ros. You are welcome: but my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived. Is't possible? Guil. Ham. Hercules and his load too. a hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little. and those that would make mouths at him while my father lived. Gentlemen. Hark you. for they say an old man is twice a child. There are the players. you are welcome to Elsinore. Guil. Your hands. It is not very strange. fifty. there is something in this more than natural. 'Sblood. O. sir: o' Monday morning.--and you too. Ham.--at each ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts. Ay. Happily he's the second time come to them. Ham.--You say right. Guildenstern. forty. my lord. 'twas so indeed. lest my extent to the players.] Pol. [Flourish of trumpets within. I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. should more appear like entertainment than yours. which I tell you must show fairly outward. Ros.
If you call me Jephthah. The which he loved passing well. What follows. Buzz. tragical-historical. buzz! Pol.Pol. The actors are come hither. scene individable. My lord. I have news to tell you. Why-'One fair daughter. either for tragedy. I have a daughter that I love passing well. O Jephthah. Am I not i' the right. The best actors in the world. Why-- .' Pol.] Still on my daughter.-Ham. history. what a treasure hadst thou! Pol. Ham. tragical-comical-historical-pastoral. or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy nor Plautus too light. Ham. Then came each actor on his ass. and no more. that follows not. Ham. [Aside. my lord? Ham.-Pol. When Roscius was an actor in Rome. pastoral-comical. Ham. pastoral. old Jephthah? Pol. My lord. What treasure had he. historical-pastoral. Ham. Upon my honour. my lord? Ham.-Pol. my lord. Pol. my lord. For the law of writ and the liberty. comedy. Nay. I have news to tell you. judge of Israel. these are the only men. then.
-Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd With heraldry more dismal. all:--I am glad to see thee well. but called it an honest method. masters. your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last. daughters. but it was. I heard thee speak me a speech once. And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore. and by very much more handsome than fine. What speech. you are all welcome. and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory. We'll e'en to't like French falconers. my lord? Ham. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas AEneas' tale to Dido. welcome.' So. [Enter four or five Players.--O. not above once. set down with as much modesty as cunning.' and then. Black as his purpose. by the altitude of a chopine.--he whose sable arms. head to foot Now is be total gules. sons. I Play. begin at this line. for look where my abridgment comes.-it is not so:-. a passionate speech.--an excellent play. I remember.--welcome.] You are welcome. whose judgments in such matters cried in the top of mine. well digested in the scenes. fly at anything we see: we'll have a speech straight: come. Pray God. like th' Hyrcanian beast. nor no matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affectation. . horridly trick'd With blood of fathers. 'twas caviare to the general. or if it was. 'It came to pass.--as I received it. you know. proceed you. as most like it was--' The first row of the pious chanson will show you more. mothers. comest thou to beard me in Denmark?--What. With eyes like carbuncles. my young lady and mistress! By'r lady.it begins with Pyrrhus:-'The rugged Pyrrhus. as wholesome as sweet.--let me see.'As by lot.--but it was never acted. the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks. my old friend! Thy face is valanc'd since I saw thee last. for the play. one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury. and others. be not cracked within the ring. I remember.--Masters. like a piece of uncurrent gold. That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire. your voice. God wot. Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets.did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse. give us a taste of your quality: come. good friends. pleased not the million. let me see:-The rugged Pyrrhus.
Ham. seem'd i' the air to stick: So. with good accent and good discretion. 'The mobled queen'? Pol. As low as to the fiends! Pol. after Pyrrhus' pause. Rebellious to his arm.Pol. and for a robe. my lord. threatening the flames With bisson rheum. That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good. anon the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region. forg'd for proof eterne. I Play. And. so. come to Hecuba. or he sleeps:--say on. Seeming to feel this blow. O who. And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall On Mars's armour. Run barefoot up and down. out. had seen the mobled queen. This is too long. Anon he finds him. With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Now falls on Priam. the rack stand still. And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven. lies where it falls. Fortune! All you gods. in rage strikes wide. . and the orb below As hush as death. take away her power. 'Fore God. a clout upon that head Where late the diadem stood. Striking too short at Greeks: his antique sword. Pyrrhus stood. Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel. Repugnant to command: unequal match'd. The bold winds speechless. with flaming top Stoops to his base. I Play. A roused vengeance sets him new a-work. against some storm. as a painted tyrant. A silence in the heavens. and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for lo! his sword. Pyrrhus at Priam drives. It shall to the barber's. with your beard. well spoken. thou strumpet. Did nothing.--Pr'ythee say on. But as we often see. But who. In general synod.-He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry. like a neutral to his will and matter.-Ham. Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam. But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls.-Out. Then senseless Ilium. I Play.
You could. 'Tis well. sirs. A blanket. . whether he has not turn'd his colour. And passion in the gods. The instant burst of clamour that she made.-Unless things mortal move them not at all. Follow him. my lord. Ham.] Dost thou hear me. old friend? Can you play 'The Murder of Gonzago'? I Play. after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Ham.-Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven. Come. better: use every man after his desert. the more merit is in your bounty. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.About her lank and all o'erteemed loins. Pol.--Follow that lord. We'll ha't to-morrow night. for a need. and look you mock him not. no more! Ham. my lord. and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve. with tongue in venom steep'd.-Good my lord. My lord. man. Ham. Take them in. will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear? Let them be well used. in the alarm of fear caught up.--Pray you.-Who this had seen. Odd's bodikin. Ham. Ay. study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and insert in't? could you not? I Play. Pol. friends. Pol. 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd: But if the gods themselves did see her then. we'll hear a play to-morrow. Ay. Look. I will use them according to their desert. Very well. When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs. and has tears in's eyes. [Exeunt Polonius with all the Players but the First. for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time.
and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba? What's Hecuba to him. Confound the ignorant.] --My good friends [to Ros. A dull and muddy-mettled rascal. unpregnant of my cause. A scullion! Fie upon't! foh!--About. peak. and amaze. And can say nothing. Ay. in a dream of passion. or he to Hecuba. I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Make mad the guilty. A broken voice. bawdy villain! Remorseless.[Exit First Player. 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. I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd. God b' wi' ye! Now I am alone. what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here. so. not for a king Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made. Yet I. sitting at a play. 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. The very faculties of eyes and ears.]. O. Ros. That he should weep for her? What would he do. Good my lord! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. lecherous. no. and appal the free. ha? 'Swounds. unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing like a very drab. treacherous. Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell. and Guild. indeed. the son of a dear father murder'd. and lack gall To make oppression bitter. Like John-a-dreams. vengeance! Why. kindless villain! O.] Ham. like a whore. what an ass am I! This is most brave. my brain! I have heard That guilty creatures. That I. Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently . Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wan'd. Tears in his eyes. distraction in's aspect. Must. or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal: bloody. But in a fiction.
-Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this. Guil. of our demands. Most free in his reply. but.-As he is very potent with such spirits. But from what cause he will by no means speak. I know my course. . Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? Ros. Queen.They have proclaim'd their malefactions. [Enter King. For murder. and Guildenstern. Queen. He does confess he feels himself distracted.--the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Did he receive you well? Ros. Ros. though it have no tongue. And can you. Rosencrantz. by no drift of circumstance. Polonius. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks. A room in the Castle. Queen. Most like a gentleman. will speak With most miraculous organ. Ophelia. [Exit. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded. Scene I. and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy. Niggard of question.] ACT III. keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Get from him why he puts on this confusion. But. I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.] King. yea. with a crafty madness.
With all my heart. Ophelia. my lord. I wish it may. That he. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither.] Read on this book. Pol. If't be the affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for.--We are oft to blame in this.-Good gentlemen. Madam. And drive his purpose on to these delights. I shall obey you:-And for your part. Oph. We may of their encounter frankly judge. Ros.] Pol. We will bestow ourselves. And. and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin'd.--[To Ophelia. Ophelia. as I think. [Exit Queen. may here Affront Ophelia: Her father and myself. they have already order This night to play before him. Madam. walk you here. Queen. 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. And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: they are about the court. To both your honours. it so fell out that certain players We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him. leave us too. so please you. unseen. Sweet Gertrude. as he is behav'd. And gather by him.] King. give him a further edge.--Gracious. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness.-- . King. as 'twere by accident.--lawful espials. seeing.-Will so bestow ourselves that. And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. 'Tis most true. We shall.Did you assay him To any pastime? Ros.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time. .--to sleep.--that is the question:-Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles. from whose bourn No traveller returns. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. To be.--that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himself. And by opposing end them?--To die. Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden! Pol. With this regard. To grunt and sweat under a weary life. my lord.--to sleep. To die. But that the dread of something after death. or not to be. the law's delay.-No more. and by a sleep to say we end The heartache. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil. The oppressor's wrong. [Aside. their currents turn awry. And enterprises of great pith and moment. beautied with plastering art.--puzzles the will. Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. 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. The pangs of despis'd love. And lose the name of action. in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.-To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay. The insolence of office. there's the rub.] O. 'tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek. And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought. King.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!--Nymph.'Tis too much prov'd. and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. Oph.-The undiscover'd country. the proud man's contumely.--'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.] Ham. and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. I hear him coming: let's withdraw. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear. [Exeunt King and Polonius.] [Enter Hamlet.
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich. have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. How does your honour for this many a day? Ham. my lord. I pray you. well. you made me believe so. What means your lordship? Ham. Ha. my lord. Ham. now receive them. 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. My honour'd lord. My lord. I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to re-deliver. That if you be honest and fair.Good my lord. Oph. Could beauty. well. There. Oph. but now the time gives it proof. My lord? Ham. you know right well you did. Indeed. Take these again. truly. Oph. Oph. ha! are you honest? Oph. I did love you once. their perfume lost. my lord. not I. Ay. Are you fair? Oph. your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. Ham. I never gave you aught. I humbly thank you. Ham. well. for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. . for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Oph. No. You should not have believ'd me.
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud. To a nunnery. The glass of fashion and the mould of form. as pure as snow. and you lisp. ambitious. scholar's. quite down! And I. what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's. go. go: farewell. O. that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason. Ham. . believe none of us. woe is me. [Exit. Get thee to a nunnery. if thou wilt needs marry. I have heard of your paintings too. Go thy ways to a nunnery. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves. I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Oph. with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in. tongue. for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. Or. go. O. O heavenly powers. all but one. sword. I'll no more on't.] Oph. it hath made me mad. and nickname God's creatures. The observ'd of all observers. all. The expectancy and rose of the fair state. out of tune and harsh. If thou dost marry. I say. marry a fool. and make your wantonness your ignorance. the rest shall keep as they are. or time to act them in. shall live. Like sweet bells jangled. To a nunnery. you sweet heavens! Ham. and you make yourselves another: you jig. thou shalt not escape calumny. and quickly too. Oph. my lord. Go to. well enough. revengeful. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest. Ham. help him. God hath given you one face. of ladies most deject and wretched That suck'd the honey of his music vows. Let the doors be shut upon him. eye. That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O. soldier's. Farewell. you amble. Where's your father? Oph. At home.I was the more deceived.-be thou as chaste as ice. imagination to give them shape. restore him! Ham. Farewell. we will have no moe marriages: those that are married already.--quite.
see what I see! [Re-enter King and Polonius. And I'll be plac'd. I pray you.--How now. It shall do well: but yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love. and. We heard it all. But if you hold it fit. Nor what he spake. to split the cars of the groundlings. [Enter Hamlet and cartain Players.] Ham. What think you on't? Pol. I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. It shall be so: Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. tempest. A hall in the Castle. trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it. To England send him. do as you please. though it lack'd form a little. as I may say. Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus From fashion of himself. in the ear Of all their conference. Ophelia! You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said. to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters. O. Speak the speech. or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think.] Scene II. 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. are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb . after the play.] King. for the most part. Love! his affections do not that way tend. whirlwind of passion.To have seen what I have seen. as I pronounced it to you.--My lord. and countries different. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand. it offends me to the soul. If she find him not. you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. thus. but use all gently: for in the very torrent. Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief: let her be round with him. as many of your players do. King. to very rags. Was not like madness. shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart. so please you. 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. [Exeunt. With variable objects. who.
pagan. and not made them well. I warrant your honour. o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. I Player. the word to the action. Ham. Ham. And the queen too. my lord! will the king hear this piece of work? Pol. Bid the players make haste. 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. they imitated humanity so abominably. there be players that I have seen play. and Guil.] [Enter Polonius.] How now. to hold. [Exeunt Ros. and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. and Guildenstern. my lord. have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men. neither having the accent of Christians. Now. O. [Exeunt Players. with this special observance. or come tardy off. to show virtue her own image. and Guil. though in the meantime 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. reform it altogether. and that presently. Be not too tame neither. whose end. [Exit Polonius. sir.] Will you two help to hasten them? Ros. nor man. both at the first and now. I Player. nor the gait of Christian. was and is. but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word. it out-herods Herod: pray you avoid it. this overdone. and that highly.] . the mirror up to nature. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us. Go make you ready. that. Ham. scorn her own image. the censure of the which one must in your allowance. Rosencrantz. that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing. We will. O. cannot but make the judicious grieve.--not to speak it profanely. to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too. as 'twere. though it make the unskilful laugh.shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant.--and heard others praise.
in suffering all. They are coming to the play.] Hor. Nay. And could of men distinguish. Ham. after. sweet lord. And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp. of my father's death: I pr'ythee. Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech. my lord: If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing. Give him heedful note. And. Give me that man That is not passion's slave. I must be idle: . What. Here. A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and bles'd 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.--Something too much of this. O. To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? No. That no revenue hast. And scape detecting. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice. my dear lord. Well. For I mine eyes will rivet to his face.-There is a play to-night before the king. and I will wear him In my heart's core. For what advancement may I hope from thee. Horatio! [Enter Horatio.Ham. but thy good spirits. that suffers nothing. Which I have told thee. As I do thee. Hor. we will both our judgments join In censure of his seeming. her election Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been As one. Hor. One scene of it comes near the circumstance. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. at your service. ay. when thou see'st that act a-foot. Ham. do not think I flatter.-Ham. I will pay the theft. Horatio. ho. thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal. It is a damned ghost that we have seen. in my heart of heart.
--Be the players ready? Ros. Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Enter King. these words are not mine. .] Pol. O. and was accounted a good actor. they stay upon your patience. good mother. my lord. I did enact Julius Caesar. of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air. you play'd once i' the university. I have nothing with this answer. ho! do you mark that? [To the King. nor mine now. my dear Hamlet. you say? [To Polonius.] Oph. Excellent. Ham. Ay. Ham. Come hither. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. here's metal more attractive. My lord. Ham.] King. Queen. Ophelia. shall I lie in your lap? [Lying down at Ophelia's feet. [Danish march. and others. Guildenstern. Lady. my head upon your lap? Oph. Queen. No. That did I. my lord. I was kill'd i' the Capitol. King. No. sit by me. Ham. my lord. Pol. Rosencrantz. I mean. A flourish.] Ham. What did you enact? Pol. Brutus killed me. Hamlet. i' faith.Get you a place. promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. No. Polonius.
he must build churches then. my lord. pours poison in the king's ears. O heavens! die two months ago. O. He takes her up. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. finds the King dead. Oph. or else shall he suffer not thinking on. let the devil wear black. and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but. and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she. and makes passionate action. She kneels. O. Ham. takes off his crown. Ham. What is. for I'll have a suit of sables. Ham.] [Exeunt. and my father died within 's two hours.Ay. she seems loth and unwilling awhile. comes in again. Nothing. seeming to lament with her. my lord? Ham. seeing him asleep. Ham. my lord. The dumb show enters. I? Oph. Anon comes in a fellow. Oph. Who. The Queen returns. O. and exit. with the hobby-horse. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts. So long? Nay then. Do you think I meant country matters? Oph. my lord. for. the hobby-horse is forgot!' [Trumpets sound. Ham. and makes show of protestation unto him. the Queen embracing him and he her. my lord. by'r lady.] [Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly.] . 'tis twice two months. whose epitaph is 'For. Nay. I think nothing. kisses it. Ay. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes. your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry? for look you how cheerfully my mother looks. but in the end accepts his love. You are merry. leaves him. Oph. my lord. The dead body is carried away.
You are naught. Since love our hearts. woe is me. it nothing must: . Ham. Marry. my lord. this is miching mallecho. you are so sick of late. Oph. Unite commutual in most sacred bands. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground. he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. though I distrust. my lord. As woman's love.Oph. For us. Is this a prologue. Will he tell us what this show meant? Ham. Discomfort you.] Ham. [Enter Prologue. Oph.] P. and Hymen did our hands. Ay. P. they'll tell all. Yet. Queen. or any show that you'll show him: be not you ashamed to show. my lord? Ham. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er ere love be done! But. Here stooping to your clemency. or the posy of a ring? Oph. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel. Belike this show imports the argument of the play. and for our tragedy. We beg your hearing patiently. 'Tis brief. King. That I distrust you. Ham. Pro. What means this. [Enter a King and a Queen. it means mischief. And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been. So far from cheer and from your former state. you are naught: I'll mark the play.
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. P. King. Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; My operant powers their functions leave to do: And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Honour'd, belov'd, and haply one as kind For husband shalt thou,-P. Queen. O, confound the rest! Such love must needs be treason in my breast: In second husband let me be accurst! None wed the second but who kill'd the first. Ham. [Aside.] Wormwood, wormwood! P. 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. P. 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 'tis 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 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change; For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark his favourite flies, 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, orderly 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. P. Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light! Sport and repose lock from me day and night! To desperation turn my trust and hope! An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If, once a widow, ever I be wife! Ham. If she should break it now! [To Ophelia.] P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep. [Sleeps.] P. Queen. Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain! [Exit.] Ham. Madam, how like you this play? Queen. The lady protests too much, methinks. Ham. O, but she'll keep her word. King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't? Ham. No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' the world. King. What do you call the play? Ham. The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o' that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: let the gall'd jade wince; our withers are unwrung. [Enter Lucianus.]
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King. Oph. You are a good chorus, my lord. Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you must take your husbands.--Begin, murderer; pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:--'The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.' Luc. 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 life usurp immediately. [Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears.] Ham. He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian; you shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The King rises. Ham. What, frighted with false fire! Queen. How fares my lord? Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give me some light:--away! All. Lights, lights, lights!
Ham. and a forest of feathers--if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me.[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. Guil.] Ham. Very well. sir. belike he likes it not. what of him? . O good Horatio. Ham. Ay. sir? Hor. and now reigns here A very. the recorders!-For if the king like not the comedy. while some must sleep: So runs the world away. For thou dost know. This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself.-Would not this. vouchsafe me a word with you. You might have rhymed. Ah. For some must watch. Why. Upon the talk of the poisoning?-Hor. The king. Ham. let the strucken deer go weep. Come. The hart ungalled play. I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound! Didst perceive? Hor. I did very well note him. ha!--Come. my lord. Good my lord.] Guil. Ham. some music! [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. O Damon dear. a whole history. perdy. sir-Ham. Sir. I. Ham. Half a share.--with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes. very--pajock. sir. some music! Come. A whole one. Why then. Hor. get me a fellowship in a cry of players.
as you say. you say. The queen. for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler. my lord. in most great affliction of spirit. With drink. Nay. sir. No. O wonderful son. or rather. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer. . Ham. and start not so wildly from my affair. Guil.-Ros. hath sent me to you. sir? Guil. my lord? Ham. Guil. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. You are welcome. Good my lord. such answer as I can make. I cannot. I will do your mother's commandment: if not. that can so stonish a mother!--But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? Ros. but to the matter: my mother. good my lord. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. Sir. your mother. put your discourse into some frame. my mother: therefore no more. Ham. you shall command. Ham. sir:--pronounce. Guil.Guil. I am tame. my wit's diseased: but. Guil. Ham. Make you a wholesome answer. Ham. marvellous distempered. in his retirement. Is. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor. your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. What. this courtesy is not of the right breed. rather with choler.
Ham. O my lord. these are the stops. the recorders:--let me see one. . my love is too unmannerly. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. Ros. I pray you.--To withdraw with you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me. Ay. Sir. when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Ros. give it breath with your mouth. what is your cause of distemper? you do. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and thumb. Guil. And so I do still. Ham. were she ten times our mother. I cannot. sir. Ham. no touch of it. but 'While the grass grows'--the proverb is something musty. with recorders. My lord. I cannot. [Re-enter the Players. surely.Ham. bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend. you once did love me. Guil. by these pickers and stealers. Look you. I do not well understand that. as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. Ham. Good my lord. Ham. I lack advancement. if my duty be too bold. We shall obey. and it will discourse most eloquent music. Ham. Will you play upon this pipe? Guil. I do beseech you. My lord. I know. How can that be.] O. my lord. Believe me.
Why. Pol. Then will I come to my mother by and by. you would seem to know my stops. [Exit. I have not the skill. By-and-by is easily said. Ham. Ham. and Players. in this little organ. do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will. Pol. Guil.] God bless you. Or like a whale. 'Sblood. My lord. [Enter Polonius. Hor. sir! Pol. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. friends. and there is much music.] . Methinks it is like a weasel. you would pluck out the heart of my mystery.Guil. Pol. and presently. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. [Exit Polonius.--They fool me to the top of my bent.] --Leave me.. yet cannot you make it speak. how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me. Very like a whale.] Ham. excellent voice. Ham. you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. Ham.--I will come by and by.. look you now. Ham. the queen would speak with you. [Exeunt Ros. though you can fret me. and 'tis like a camel indeed. By the mass. I will say so. It is backed like a weasel. you cannot play upon me.
] Scene III.-How in my words somever she be shent.] King. petty consequence. but like a gulf doth draw What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel. A room in the Castle. to this speedy voyage. nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. my soul. [Enter King. not unnatural. King. 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. but use none. but with a general groan. I like him not. . Therefore prepare you. consent! [Exit. The single and peculiar life is bound.'Tis now the very witching time of night. To keep itself from 'noyance. Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount. For we will fetters put upon this fear. When churchyards yawn. let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel. Which now goes too free-footed. Never alone Did the king sigh. Rosencrantz. 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.-O heart. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd. lose not thy nature. With all the strength and armour of the mind. and Guildenstern. And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Ros. Arm you. Guil. but much more That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest The lives of many. which. Attends the boisterous ruin. and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood. The cease of majesty Dies not alone. Soft! now to my mother. I pray you. I will speak daggers to her. To give them seals never. when it falls. I your commission will forthwith dispatch. Each small annexment.
Since nature makes them partial. [Exit Polonius.] O. since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder. Art more engag'd! Help. he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras I'll convey myself To hear the process. but 'tis not so above. I'll warrant she'll tax him home: And. And tell you what I know. And both neglect. And. O. Fare you well. of vantage. What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul. King.] Pol. It hath the primal eldest curse upon't. May one be pardon'd and retain the offence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice. should o'erhear The speech. My lord.--there the action lies In his true nature. Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up. and we ourselves compell'd. like a man to double business bound. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood. But. what form of prayer Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-That cannot be.-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.-A brother's murder!--Pray can I not. and Guil. There is no shuffling. Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent. my offence is rank. My fault is past. dear my lord. And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. We will haste us. 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother.Ros and Guil. my liege: I'll call upon you ere you go to bed. I stand in pause where I shall first begin. struggling to be free. Thanks. and wisely was it said. that. Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults. mine own ambition. and my queen. as you said. [Exeunt Ros. it smells to heaven. To give in evidence.] [Enter Polonius. angels! Make assay: .-My crown.-To be forestalled ere we come to fall.
then. [Exit. be round with him. He will come straight. heart. this is hire and salary. or in his rage. And now I'll do't. Another room in the castle. that his heels may kick at heaven. Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed. 'Tis heavy with him: and am I. . and for that. And so am I reveng'd. [Enter Queen and Polonius.] [The King rises and advances. whereto it goes. swearing. I. My words fly up. I'll silence me e'en here. And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell. not revenge. stubborn knees. sword. reveng'd. my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. And how his audit stands. And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between Much heat and him. With all his crimes broad blown. [Retires and kneels. his sole son.-Then trip him. Up.] Pol. My mother stays: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Now might I do it pat. with strings of steel. Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well.] King.--that would be scann'd: A villain kills my father. Look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with. and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep. as flush as May.--and so he goes to heaven. At gaming. To take him in the purging of his soul. and. He took my father grossly.] Scene IV. who knows save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought. When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No. full of bread.] Ham. do this same villain send To heaven. or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't.Bow. O. [Exit.] [Enter Hamlet. now he is praying. Pray you.
by the rood. And. [Behind. you question with a wicked tongue. help. How now? a rat? [Draws. Come. Hamlet! Ham. thou hast thy father much offended.] Ham. you answer with an idle tongue. Mother. I hear him coming. Hamlet. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. come. Queen. Ham. mother. Come.] [Enter Hamlet. [Polonius goes behind the arras. Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. help! Ham. mother. what's the matter? Queen. I'll set those to you that can speak. Why. how now. you shall not budge. [Within. your husband's brother's wife. Nay. What's the matter now? Queen. Ham. not so: You are the Queen.Ham. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-Help. ho! Pol. then. help. mother! Queen.] .] Mother.--would it were not so!--you are my mother. I'll warrant you: Fear me not:--withdraw. ho! help. come. Ham. Now. Queen. go. you have my father much offended.] What. Go. and sit you down. Queen. No.
I am slain! [Falls and dies. I know not: is it the king? [Draws forth Polonius. [Behind. Ay.-Thou wretched. what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ham.] O. With tristful visage. lady. that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Ham. this solidity and compound mass.-Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down. and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow. rash. takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love. Queen. What have I done. As kill a king! Ham. If damned custom have not braz'd it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense. intruding fool. good mother. Nay. Is thought-sick at the act. O me.Dead for a ducat. Calls virtue hypocrite. such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul. O. what hast thou done? Ham.] I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune. A bloody deed!--almost as bad. And sets a blister there. If it be made of penetrable stuff. makes marriage-vows As false as dicers' oaths: O. as against the doom. And let me wring your heart: for so I shall. dead! [Makes a pass through the arras.] Pol. Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Yea. .] Queen. farewell! [To Polonius. Queen. Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. As kill a king and marry with his brother. 'twas my word.] Queen.
indeed. it's humble.--Look you now what follows: Here is your husband. And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. honeying and making love Over the nasty sty.Queen. A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form. speak no more: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul. What devil was't That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Eyes without feeling. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge. If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones. Ham.-Queen. To give the world assurance of a man. Hyperion's curls. smelling sans all. To flaming youth let virtue be as wax. Where every god did seem to set his seal. Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd But it reserv'd some quantity of choice To serve in such a difference. you have. Nay. Ah me. O. And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed.-The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. and on this. what act. . for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame. O Hamlet. the front of Jove himself. sure. and thunders in the index? Ham. Else could you not have motion: but sure that sense Is apoplex'd. An eye like Mars. This was your husband. And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love. for madness would not err. Stew'd in corruption. Queen. Since frost itself as actively doth burn. Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. That roars so loud. speak to me no more. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell. Ears without hands or eyes. And reason panders will. These words like daggers enter in mine ears. like a milldew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. to threaten and command. See what a grace was seated on this brow. but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed. Look here upon this picture. feeling without sight.
O gentle son. as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm. That. A king of shreds and patches!-[Enter Ghost. Would make them capable. Ham. That you do bend your eye on vacancy. on him! Look you how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd.] Save me and hover o'er me with your wings. laps'd in time and passion.-Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. a vice of kings. how is't with you. lets go by The important acting of your dread command? O. sweet Hamlet. Your bedded hairs. No more. step between her and her fighting soul. A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord. And. Start up and stand an end. Alas. A murderer and a villain. Lest with this piteous action you convert . amazement on thy mother sits: O. On him. preaching to stones. And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep. lady? Queen. Alas. That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket! Queen. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule. Do not forget.-Speak to her. You heavenly guards!--What would your gracious figure? Queen. look. Hamlet. Ham. like life in excrements.--Do not look upon me. But. he's mad! Ham. say! Ghost. Do you not come your tardy son to chide. How is it with you.No more. This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look? Ham. Ham.
Confess yourself to heaven. even now out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. . Yea. Forgive me this my virtue. as yours. Ham. in his habit as he liv'd! Look. Mother. which madness Would gambol from. This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. No. curb and woo for leave to do him good. And live the purer with the other half. throw away the worser part of it. And makes as healthful music: it is not madness That I have utter'd: bring me to the test. O. Repent what's past. Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed. Assume a virtue. To make them ranker. nothing but ourselves. Queen. Queen. doth temperately keep time. Do you see nothing there? Queen. Whilst rank corruption. Ecstasy! My pulse. To whom do you speak this? Ham. And I the matter will re-word. where he goes. O Hamlet. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass. if you have it not.My stern effects: then what I have to do Will want true colour. Infects unseen. for love of grace. tears perchance for blood. And do not spread the compost on the weeds. Nothing at all. avoid what is to come. Ham. Why. Ham.] Queen. mining all within. look you there! look how it steals away! My father. thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. but my madness speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place. For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. yet all that is I see.
And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy. To try conclusions. who all sense doth eat. is angel yet in this. There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows. Ham. So again. Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? No. I'll blessing beg of you. Unpeg the basket on the house's top. For who that's but a queen. sober. in the basket creep And break your own neck down. Make you to ravel all this matter out.-That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. only to be kind: Thus bad begins. in despite of sense and secrecy. from a bat. Once more. Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers. Queen. and worse remains behind. fair. call you his mouse. Ham. I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. but heaven hath pleas'd it so. and will answer well The death I gave him.--For this same lord [Pointing to Polonius.-I must be cruel. To punish me with this. I will bestow him. or throw him out With wondrous potency.That monster custom. And breath of life.] I do repent.-One word more. a gib. Of habits evil. And let him. that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed. What shall I do? Ham. Be thou assur'd. I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on. for a pair of reechy kisses. you know that? Queen. That I must be their scourge and minister. But mad in craft. wise. Pinch wanton on your cheek. And either curb the devil. For use almost can change the stamp of nature. Queen. if words be made of breath. I must to England. Refrain to-night.-- . 'Twere good you let him know. Alack. That I essentially am not in madness. Would from a paddock. good-night. and. Let the birds fly. by no means. Not this. good-night: And when you are desirous to be bles'd. and this with me. good lady. like the famous ape.
to us. and out of haunt . Scene I. Where is your son? Queen. restrain'd. what have I seen to-night! King. to draw toward an end with you:-Good night. kills The unseen good old man. sir. Mad as the sea and wind. Bestow this place on us a little while. who go out. O heavy deed! It had been so with us.] King.] Ah. To you yourself.Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd.-They bear the mandate. A room in the Castle. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.-Mother. whose providence Should have kept short. a rat!' And in this brainish apprehension. [Enter King. when both contend Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit Behind the arras hearing something stir. my good lord. For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon: O. most secret. King. When in one line two crafts directly meet.] ACT IV. Come. Queen. to every one. Whips out his rapier. There's matter in these sighs.-This man shall set me packing: I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room. 'tis most sweet. mother. [To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. good-night. Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. Who was in life a foolish peating knave. how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us. dragging out Polonius.--Indeed. Hamlet. Alas. cries 'A rat. had we been there: His liberty is full of threats to all. Let it work. and most grave. These profound heaves You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them. this counsellor Is now most still. [Exeunt severally. they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery. What.
go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain. King. we'll call up our wisest friends. Where is he gone? Queen.--may miss our name. let it feed Even on the pith of life.] Ham.] Come. and Guil. speak fair.--O.--Ho. [Exeunt.] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Ham. with the dead body? . come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. Another room in the Castle.] Scene II. my lord. Safely stowed. But. like the owner of a foul disease. here they come. Ros. [Enter Hamlet.This mad young man. And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: Go seek him out. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: O'er whom his very madness. haste in this. like some ore Among a mineral of metals base. 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. As level as the cannon to his blank. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.] Friends both. Gertrude.-Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter.] Ros. What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O. But so much was our love We would not understand what was most fit. Guildenstern! [Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And hit the woundless air. [Within. To keep it from divulging. O Gertrude. and bring the body Into the chapel. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And let them know both what we mean to do And what's untimely done: so haply slander. [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Transports his poison'd shot. I pray you. What have you done.
it is but squeezing you. like an ape.] Scene III. My lord. to be demanded of a sponge!--what replication should be made by the son of a king? Ros. that soaks up the King's countenance. Ros. Do not believe it. first mouthed. Of nothing: bring me to him. but the king is not with the body. Ham. and. Ros. Besides. Ros. you shall be dry again. Believe what? Ham. Tell us where 'tis. A thing. my lord! Ham. his rewards. [Enter King. Ros. Ham.-Guil. I understand you not. The body is with the king. sir. Take you me for a sponge. you must tell us where the body is and go with us to the king. whereto 'tis kin. his authorities. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Another room in the Castle. sponge. my lord. The king is a thing.] . [Exeunt. and all after. my lord? Ham. and not mine own. That I can keep your counsel. Ay. And bear it to the chapel. in the corner of his jaw. Ham. Hide fox. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them. that we may take it thence. Compounded it with dust. to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned.attended.Ham.
But where is he? Ros. Hamlet. I have sent to seek him and to find the body. Bring him before us. but to one table: that's the end. alas! Ham. Where the dead body is bestow'd. King. guarded. Who like not in their judgment. Not where he eats. but their eyes. [Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us.] King. This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are reliev'd. And where 'tis so. To bear all smooth and even. Ros. Guildenstern! bring in my lord. Ho. [Enter Rosencrantz.King. 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. and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service. .--two dishes. At supper! where? Ham. but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. But never the offence. Now. Without. King. Or not at all. Alas. where's Polonius? Ham. King. the offender's scourge is weigh'd. to know your pleasure. my lord.] How now! what hath befall'n? Ros. At supper. my lord. King. We cannot get from him.
] Ham. [To some Attendants. and everything is bent For England. The associates tend. come.-Which we do tender. King. seek him i' the other place yourself. indeed. and the wind at help. For England! King. for England!-Farewell. Ham.] King. King. and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Ay. Ham. King. if thou knew'st our purposes. He will stay till you come. Where is Polonius? Ham. [Exeunt Attendants. Hamlet. So is it. In heaven: send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there. Ham. Hamlet.A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king. My mother: father and mother is man and wife. dear mother. The bark is ready. Thy loving father. But. Good.--But. Go seek him there. as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done. you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. man and wife is . King.--must send thee hence With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself. Ham. if you find him not within this month. Hamlet. King. I see a cherub that sees them. this deed. What dost thou mean by this? Ham. for thine especial safety. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
We shall express our duty in his eye. make haste. which imports at full. Guildenstern. Go softly on. Capt. Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword.] And.--Come. For. [Exit. [Enter Fortinbras.] For. If that his majesty would aught with us. England.-As my great power thereof may give thee sense. For like the hectic in my blood he rages. Good sir. my joys were ne'er begun. . They are of Norway. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. A plain in Denmark. if my love thou hold'st at aught.] King. Rosencrantz. for England! [Exit. and thy free awe Pays homage to us. from me greet the Danish king: Tell him that. and so. my mother. And let him know so. and Forces marching.one flesh.--thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process. Do it. Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march Over his kingdom. whose powers are these? Capt. I'll have him hence to-night: Away! for everything is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair: pray you. You know the rendezvous. Howe'er my haps. and Forces. my lord. Follow him at foot. sir.] Ham. England. &c. Captain. [Exeunt all For. Delay it not. tempt him with speed aboard. And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done. I will do't. By letters conjuring to that effect. The present death of Hamlet. by his license. Go.] [Enter Hamlet.] Scene IV.
That inward breaks. [Exit. no more. my lord? Ham. Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole A ranker rate. gave us not That capability and godlike reason . and with no addition. Or for some frontier? Capt. Truly to speak. Capt. Against some part of Poland. Goes it against the main of Poland. sir? Capt. then the Polack never will defend it. Capt. I pray you? Capt.] How all occasions do inform against me And spur my dull revenge! What is a man. Yes. Sure he that made us with such large discourse. sir. We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name. should it be sold in fee. Ham. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. How purpos'd. sir. I would not farm it.] Ros. Looking before and after. Go a little before. Will't please you go. Ham.--I humbly thank you. I'll be with you straight. Who commands them. Ham. it is already garrison'd.Ham. Ham. sir. The nephew to old Norway. Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw: This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace. To pay five ducats. five. sir. and shows no cause without Why the man dies. Fortinbras. God b' wi' you. Why. If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast.
and gestures yield them. with divine ambition puff'd. And let all sleep? while. then. and hems. Elsinore. Indeed would make one think there might be thought. hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward. for a fantasy and trick of fame. She speaks much of her father. Spurns enviously at straws. they aim at it. and nods. Which. I will not speak with her. Examples. Now. a mother stain'd. I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That.' Sith I have cause. quarter'd. indeed distract: Her mood will needs be pitied. and beats her heart. Even for an egg-shell. She is importunate. gross as earth.] Queen. to my shame. death. [Enter Queen and Horatio. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument. and will. . from this time forth.] Scene V. Excitements of my reason and my blood.-A thought which. What would she have? Gent.--I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do. exhort me: Witness this army. And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts. A room in the Castle. and means To do't. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake. whether it be Bestial oblivion. Led by a delicate and tender prince. Whose spirit. or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event. Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain?--O. My thoughts be bloody. Go to their graves like beds. and danger dare. and strength. as her winks. or be nothing worth! [Exit. Makes mouths at the invisible event. That have a father kill'd. That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing. How stand I. speaks things in doubt. Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune. fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause. of such mass and charge. Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection. Gent. Queen.To fust in us unus'd. says she hears There's tricks i' the world.
sweet lady.] To my sick soul. for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. [Sings.] Oph.Though nothing sure. It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. [Enter King. Queen. pray you.] He is dead and gone. Alas. [Sings. [Sings. Pray you. Nay. Ophelia? Oph. Queen. what imports this song? Oph. 'Twere good she were spoken with.] How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle bat and' staff And his sandal shoon. Queen. yet much unhappily. . Alas. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen.] White his shroud as the mountain snow. as sin's true nature is.] Larded all with sweet flowers. mark. He is dead and gone. How now. At his head a grass green turf. [Re-enter Horatio with Ophelia. [Sings.] Queen. mark. but Ophelia-Oph. Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. Let her come in. [Exit Horatio. my lord! Oph. At his heels a stone. lady. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss: So full of artless jealousy is guilt. look here. Say you? nay.
Follow her close. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel.King. Pretty Ophelia! Oph. Conceit upon her father. la. sweet ladies. but when they ask you what it means. [Exit. before you tumbled me. my coach!--Good night. Pray you. but know not what we may be.] By Gis and by Saint Charity. to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. An thou hadst not come to my bed. without an oath. How do you. . Oph. good night. God dild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. King.] King. I hope all will be well. By cock. good night. say you this: [Sings. Let in the maid. ladies. God be at your table! King. by yonder sun. Then up he rose and donn'd his clothes. and fie for shame! Young men will do't if they come to't. And dupp'd the chamber door. And I a maid at your window. King. they are to blame. we know what we are. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep. let's have no words of this. I pray you. Lord. give her good watch. Well. Quoth she.--Come. pretty lady? Oph. Indeed. To be your Valentine. So would I ha' done. How long hath she been thus? Oph. I'll make an end on't: [Sings.] To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day All in the morning bedtime. that out a maid Never departed more. You promis'd me to wed. good night. Alack.
Alack. When sorrows come.] What is the matter? Gent. Like to a murdering piece.] O. Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius' death. Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts: Last. The doors are broke. The ratifiers and props of every word. custom not known. her father slain: Next. Wherein necessity. Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. and tongues applaud it to the clouds. in a riotous head. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! O.] Queen. And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father's death. overpeering of his list. what noise is this? King. and as much containing as all these. this is the poison of deep grief. [Enter a Gentleman. 'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!' Queen. and he most violent author Of his own just remove: the people muddied. my lord: The ocean. Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes. . O Gertrude. Antiquity forgot.[Exit Horatio. this. hands. O'erbears your offices. me superfluous death. this is counter. keeps himself in clouds. Feeds on his wonder. of matter beggar'd. you false Danish dogs! [A noise within. O my dear Gertrude. and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment. as the world were now but to begin. The rabble call him lord. your son gone. Save yourself. they come not single spies. But in battalions! First. Where are my Switzers? let them guard the door.] King. Gertrude. They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Caps. [A noise within. Her brother is in secret come from France. And. it springs All from her father's death. in many places Give.
Laer. brands the harlot Even here. King. armed. Laertes. King. give me leave. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard. Laertes.--Tell me. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: To hell. Cries cuckold to my father. man. Acts little of his will. Gertrude. stand you all without. between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother. I pray you. Laer. Gertrude:-Speak.--Let him go. What is the cause. do not fear our person: There's such divinity doth hedge a king. good Laertes. Where is my father? King. Danes. to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace.[Enter Laertes. Why thou art thus incens'd.-- . Queen. Where is this king?--Sirs. to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation:--to this point I stand. No.--O thou vile king. Danes.] Laer. [They retire without the door. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?-Let him go. Danes following. Dead. Let him demand his fill. let's come in. Calmly. Laer. But not by him. we will. I thank you:--keep the door. We will. allegiance! vows. Laer.] Laer. That treason can but peep to what it would. Give me my father! Queen.
King. Good Laertes. kind sister. like the kind life-rendering pelican. Danes. only I'll be reveng'd Most throughly for my father. I give to negligence. None but his enemies. My will. 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.] O heat. [Within] Let her come in. It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. Why. Repast them with my blood. thy madness shall be paid by weight. Till our scale turn the beam. Winner and loser? Laer. . and where 'tis fine. King.That both the worlds. not all the world: And for my means. Laer. now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman. It shall as level to your judgment pierce As day does to your eye. That I am guiltless of your father's death. King. If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father's death. dry up my brains! tears seven times salt. sweepstake. And am most sensibly in grief for it. Who shall stay you? Laer. Let come what comes. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms. Will you know them then? Laer. They shall go far with little. And. O rose of May! Dear maid. is't writ in your revenge That. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!-By heaven. you will draw both friend and foe. King. How now! What noise is that? [Re-enter Ophelia. fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. I'll husband them so well.
I pray God. and here's some for me:--we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays:--O.] And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No. All flaxen was his poll: He is gone. you must wear your rue with a difference.-[Sings.--God b' wi' ye. he is dead. Go to thy death-bed. A document in madness. hey nonny And on his grave rain'd many a tear. that stole his master's daughter. an you call him a-down-a. Oph. that's for remembrance. my dove! Laer. Oph. You must sing 'Down a-down. He never will come again. nonny. Thought and affliction. [Sings. Oph.] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. hell itself. and columbines:--there's rue for you. no. pray. This nothing's more than matter. that's for thoughts. Hadst thou thy wits. how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward. remember: and there is pansies. His beard was as white as snow. There's rosemary.' O.Oph. Laer. and didst persuade revenge.--thoughts and remembrance fitted. She turns to favour and to prettiness. [Sings. he is gone.--There's a daisy:--I would give you some violets.-Fare you well. It could not move thus. but they wither'd all when my father died:--they say he made a good end. love. Laer. Oph.-Laer. .] They bore him barefac'd on the bier Hey no nonny. passion. And we cast away moan: God ha' mercy on his soul! And of all Christian souls. There's fennel for you.
Hor. Go but apart. sir. No noble rite nor formal ostentation. Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will. That I must call't in question. Another room in the Castle. King.-Cry to be heard. nor hatchment o'er his bones. I must commune with your grief. [Enter Horatio and a Servant. O God? King. we will our kingdom give. What are they that would speak with me? Servant. I pray you go with me. as 'twere from heaven to earth. Our crown. [Exeunt.] I Sailor.] Laer. And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content. So you shall. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch'd. Sailors. And where the offence is let the great axe fall. his obscure burial. sword. . Let this be so. Laertes.] Hor.[Exit.] I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted. but if not. and all that we call ours. sir: they say they have letters for you. [Enter Sailors.] Scene VI. Laer. Be you content to lend your patience to us. if not from Lord Hamlet. His means of death. Or you deny me right. [Exit Servant. Do you see this. And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me. God bless you. To you in satisfaction. our life.-No trophy. Let them come in.
and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship. a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter.-- . King. He shall. for two special reasons. Ere we were two days old at sea. Farewell. And do't the speedier. Let the king have the letters I have sent. Which may to you. O. seem much unsinew'd. and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. wisdom. give these fellows some means to the king: they have letters for him. if your name be Horatio. That he which hath your noble father slain Pursu'd my life. Laer. I will give you way for these your letters. Hor. an't please him. He that thou knowest thine.] King. [Enter King and Laertes.Hor. The queen his mother Lives almost by his looks. And you must put me in your heart for friend. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they did. all things else. so I alone became their prisoner. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb. As by your safety. But yet to me they are strong. You mainly were stirr'd up. It well appears:--but tell me Why you proceeded not against these feats.' Come. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal. as I am let to know it is. HAMLET. when thou shalt have overlooked this. So crimeful and so capital in nature.] Scene VII. Let him bless thee too. sir.--it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. Sith you have heard. Sailor. There's a letter for you. sir. perhaps. Finding ourselves too slow of sail. I am to do a good turn for them. and with a knowing ear. Another room in the Castle. [Reads. [Exeunt. and for myself.] 'Horatio. we put on a compelled valour. These good fellows will bring thee where I am.
[Exit Messenger.] [Reads]'High and mighty.-Whose worth. Sailors. King. like the spring that turneth wood to stone. Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind. this to the queen. Laer.] How now! What news? Mess.' What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse. And so have I a noble father lost. Convert his gyves to graces. A sister driven into desperate terms. I hope. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall. You shortly shall hear more: I lov'd your father. my lord. they say. and no such thing? . will teach you to imagine.My virtue or my plague. Why to a public count I might not go. Who. and we love ourself. my lord. Is the great love the general gender bear him. first asking your pardon thereunto. recount the occasions of my sudden and more strange return. King. Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections:--but my revenge will come. if praises may go back again. I could not but by her. King. Letters. you shall hear them. as the star moves not but in his sphere. And not where I had aim'd them. Leave us.-[Enter a Messenger. Would have reverted to my bow again. I saw them not: They were given me by Claudio:--he receiv'd them Of him that brought them. And that. Would.--You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. so that my arrows. The other motive. be it either which. Laertes. dipping all his faults in their affection. And think it pastime. From Hamlet! Who brought them? Mess. HAMLET. from Hamlet: This to your majesty. 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. That.-She's so conjunctive to my life and soul.
-As how should it be so? how otherwise?-Will you be rul'd by me? Laer. Importing health and graveness. Of the unworthiest siege. The rather if you could devise it so That I might be the organ. My lord. he says 'alone. now ripe in my device. 'Tis Hamlet's character:--'Naked!'-And in a postscript here. and that. If it be so. If he be now return'd-As checking at his voyage. It warms the very sickness in my heart That I shall live and tell him to his teeth. King. 'Thus didest thou. So you will not o'errule me to a peace.--Two months since. Laertes.' Can you advise me? Laer. Yet needful too. And that in Hamlet's hearing. and that he means No more to undertake it. To thine own peace. But let him come. King. my lord. my lord. Laer. for a quality Wherein they say you shine: your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him As did that one. It falls right. Know you the hand? King.--I will work him To exploit. in my regard. What part is that. I am lost in it. A very riband in the cap of youth.Laer. . Under the which he shall not choose but fall: And for his death no wind shall breathe. Ay. Laer. my lord? King. for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears Than settled age his sables and his weeds. But even his mother shall uncharge the practice And call it accident. You have been talk'd of since your travel much. I will be rul'd.' King.
had neither motion. Come short of what he did. King. Laer. Lamond. out of this. and serv'd against. 'twould be a sight indeed If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation He swore. I know him well: he is the brooch indeed And gem of all the nation. He made confession of you.Here was a gentleman of Normandy. Sir. Laer. And for your rapier most especially. nor eye. Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. Laer. Why ask you this? King. A Norman was't? King. If you oppos'd them. And gave you such a masterly report For art and exercise in your defence.-I've seen myself. was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow. And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Had witchcraft in't: he grew unto his seat. my lord? King. What out of this. in passages of proof. A Norman. That he cried out. But that I know love is begun by time. the French.-Laer. this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy That he could nothing do but wish and beg Your sudden coming o'er. As had he been incorps'd and demi-natur'd With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought That I. The very same. in forgery of shapes and tricks. Upon my life. And to such wondrous doing brought his horse. Laertes. King. guard. to play with him. There lives within the very flame of love . A face without a heart? Laer. Now. And that I see. Not that I think you did not love your father.
you may choose A sword unbated. 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project Should have a back or second. To cut his throat i' the church. Let's further think of this. But. I bought an unction of a mountebank. so that with ease. in a pass of practice. Or with a little shuffling. And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues.A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it. Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home: We'll put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you. are accidents. Laer. are hands.-I ha't: When in your motion you are hot and dry.-As make your bouts more violent to that end. and. It may be death. And nothing is at a like goodness still. For goodness. Most generous. I'll have prepar'd him A chalice for the nonce. good Laertes. can save the thing from death This is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point With this contagion. that. King. whereon but sipping. for this 'would' changes. Revenge should have no bounds. Will not peruse the foils. Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare. Soft! let me see:-We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings. indeed.-And that he calls for drink. And that our drift look through our bad performance. growing to a plurisy. Requite him for your father. 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? Laer. bring you in fine together And wager on your heads: he. Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape: if this should fail. being remiss. I will do't: And for that purpose I'll anoint my sword. So mortal that. That hurts by easing. keep close within your chamber. should murder sanctuarize. King. but dip a knife in it. if I gall him slightly. Will you do this. and free from all contriving. Dies in his own too much: that we would do. . that might hold If this did blast in proof. Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon. No place. We should do when we would. And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh.
How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again.--Adieu. where? Queen. That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. daisies. Alas. Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes. So fast they follow:--your sister's drown'd. on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clamb'ring to hang. Drown'd! O. poor Ophelia. Laer. Too much of water hast thou. The woman will be out. Laer. my lord: I have a speech of fire. Drown'd. and long purples. And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick.] King. Our purpose may hold there. an envious sliver broke. One woe doth tread upon another's heel. [Enter Queen. sweet queen! Queen. that fain would blaze. heavy with their drink. Let's follow. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Or like a creature native and indu'd Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments. When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. As one incapable of her own distress. nature her custom holds. Gertrude. That liberal shepherds give a grosser name. awhile they bore her up. drown'd. There is a willow grows aslant a brook. . There. Her clothes spread wide. But that this folly douts it.] How now. nettles. Laer. [Exit. then she is drown'd? Queen.If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck. Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. And. Laertes. mermaid-like. Let shame say what it will: when these are gone. Therefore let's follow. There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crowflowers.
ACT V. Scene I. A churchyard. [Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c.] 1 Clown. Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully 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, 'tis 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 herself wittingly. 2 Clown. 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. Ay, marry, is't--crowner's quest law. 2 Clown. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been a gentlewoman, she 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 gentlemen 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 understand the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digg'd: could he dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess 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 shipwright, or a carpenter? 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 Horatio, 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 he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor. [Exit Second Clown.]
[Digs and sings.] In youth 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. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at grave-making? Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. 1 Clown. [Sings.] But age, with his stealing steps, Hath claw'd me in his clutch, And hath shipp'd me intil the land, As if I had never been such. [Throws up a skull.] Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not? Hor. It might, my lord. Ham. Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, 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? Hor. Ay, my lord. Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the mazard 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 loggets with 'em? mine ache to think on't. 1 Clown. [Sings.] A pickaxe and a spade, a spade, For and a shrouding sheet;
and the recovery of his recoveries. and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land. Ham. [Sings. . my lord. and therefore 'tis not yours: for my part. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? Hor. 1 Clown. sir? 1 Clown. a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. 'Tis a quick lie. Thou dost lie in't. I think it be thine indeed. and must the inheritor himself have no more. his quillets. Ham. his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines. 1 Clown. than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will scarcely lie in this box. his double vouchers.--Whose grave's this. There's another: why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now. Ham. and double ones too.] O. Mine. I do not lie in't. Ay. Ham. his cases. his fines. to be in't and say it is thine: 'tis for the dead. with his statutes. my lord. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. Not a jot more. not for the quick. Ham.O. his tenures. sir. Ham. yet it is mine. ha? Hor. I will speak to this fellow. sir. his recognizances. to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases. And of calf-skins too. [Throws up another skull]. therefore thou liest. and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel. a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. What man dost thou dig it for? 1 Clown. You lie out on't. for thou liest in't. sir. 't will away again from me to you.
rest her soul. sir. Ham. Who is to be buried in't? 1 Clown. . One that was a woman. it's no great matter there. Ay. I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. e'en with losing his wits. Ham. because he was mad: he shall recover his wits there. Of all the days i' the year. she's dead. the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.For no man. Why? 1 Clown. there the men are as mad as he. Very strangely. but. marry. How long is that since? 1 Clown. these three years I have taken note of it. Horatio. 'Twill not he seen in him there.--he that is mad. Ham. By the Lord. How came he mad? 1 Clown. What woman then? 1 Clown. or. How strangely? 1 Clown. How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card. Ham. they say. Ham. why was be sent into England? 1 Clown. Ham. if he do not. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it was the very day that young Hamlet was born. sir. Faith.--How long hast thou been a grave-maker? 1 Clown. Ham. or equivocation will undo us. Why. and sent into England. For none neither. Ham.
here in Denmark: I have been sexton here. . that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now. Faith. Why. This same skull. Ham. was Yorick's skull. and now. E'en that. his hide is so tann'd with his trade that he will keep out water a great while. Upon what ground? 1 Clown. Let me see. 1 Clown. the king's jester. to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? 1 Clown. how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.Ham. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Ham. Ham. Ham. of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times.] Alas. make her laugh at that. sir. [Takes the skull. Horatio. I know not. a fellow of infinite jest. if he be not rotten before he die. Nay. Here's a skull now. let her paint an inch thick. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment. and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'a pour'd a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. thirty years. mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was? Ham. A whoreson. get you to my lady's chamber. Whose was it? 1 Clown. and tell her. This? 1 Clown. Ham. Horatio. man and boy. this skull hath lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.--as we have many pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in. to this favour she must come. Why he more than another? 1 Clown.--Pr'ythee. poor Yorick!--I knew him.--he will last you some eight year or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year. Why. sir.
Laertes. the dust is earth. A very noble youth: mark. and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel? Imperious Caesar. the corpse of Ophelia.] Hor.] The queen. Alexander was buried. that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! But soft! but soft! aside!--Here comes the king. in procession. not a jot. 'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so. &c. and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died. To what base uses we may return. King. Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Hor. Couch we awhile and mark. the courtiers: who is that they follow? And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken The corse they follow did with desperate hand Fordo it own life: 'twas of some estate. of earth we make loam. and Mourners following. E'en so. [Enter priests. but to follow him thither with modesty enough. Ham. Ham. E'en so. Hor. my lord? Ham. What ceremony else? Ham. faith. &c. Queen. O. And smelt so? Pah! [Throws down the skull. That is Laertes. their Trains. What's that. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth? Hor. my lord. Ham. dead and turn'd to clay. [Retiring with Horatio. No.tell me one thing. Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.] Laer. Alexander returneth into dust. .
A ministering angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling. Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: [Leaps into the grave. Laer. Lay her i' the earth. Shards. Laer. We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls.] I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife. To o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head Of blue Olympus. What ceremony else? 1 Priest. treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Depriv'd thee of!--Hold off the earth awhile. Sweets to the sweet: farewell. churlish priest. Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites. and makes them stand .] Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead.Laer. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd As we have warranties: her death was doubtful. Her maiden strewments. the fair Ophelia? Queen. Must there no more be done? 1 Priest. And not have strew'd thy grave. What. flints. sweet maid. I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd. No more be done. but that great command o'ersways the order. And. O. Ham.] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars. Ham. for charitable prayers. Till of this flat a mountain you have made. and pebbles should be thrown on her. Laer. and the bringing home Of bell and burial. [Advancing. She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Till the last trumpet. [Scattering flowers.-And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!--I tell thee.
Hamlet! Hamlet! All.--What wilt thou do for her? King.--Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her.] Ham. For. Gentlemen!-Hor. let them throw Millions of acres on us. be quiet. what theme? Ham.] Ham. till our ground. I pr'ythee. and they come out of the grave. Singeing his pate against the burning zone. The devil take thy soul! [Grappling with him. O. Queen. with all their quantity of love. Why. and so will I: And. O my son. Make up my sum. though I am not splenetive and rash. . Pluck them asunder. [Leaps into the grave. Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand! King.] Laer. Yet have I in me something dangerous. he is mad. Hamlet the Dane. Queen. Laertes. Thou pray'st not well.Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I. 'Swounds. For love of God. [The Attendants part them. show me what thou'lt do: Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Woul't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? I'll do't. Queen. take thy fingers from my throat. forbear him! Ham. I lov'd Ophelia. if thou prate of mountains. Good my lord. I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. forty thousand brothers Could not.
and that should teach us There's a divinity that shapes our ends.-[Exit Horatio.-This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see. [Enter Hamlet and Horatio. . His silence will sit drooping.Make Ossa like a wart! Nay. Let Hercules himself do what he may. Queen. Ham. as patient as the female dove. And prais'd be rashness for it. and dog will have his day.] [To Laertes] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech.] King. set some watch over your son. This is mere madness: And thus a while the fit will work on him. Anon. Hear you. Hor. [Exit.--let us know. What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov'd you ever: but it is no matter. The cat will mew. A hall in the Castle. When our deep plots do fail. Rough-hew them how we will. I pray thee. You do remember all the circumstance? Hor. I'll rant as well as thou. Remember it. my lord! Ham.] Scene II. sir: now let me see the other. Sir. We'll put the matter to the present push. wait upon him. good Horatio.-Good Gertrude. When that her golden couplets are disclos'd.] Ham. an thou'lt mouth. in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep: methought I lay Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly. [Exeunt. Till then in patience our proceeding be. sir. Our indiscretion sometime serves us well. So much for this.
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma 'tween their amities. Is't possible? Ham. Horatio. A baseness to write fair. Ham. on the view and know of these contents. Ham.-That. They had begun the play. more or less.-Larded with many several sorts of reasons. He should the bearers put to sudden death.-As England was his faithful tributary. My fears forgetting manners. Here's the commission: read it at more leisure. no leisure bated. Devis'd a new commission. Being thus benetted round with villanies. wrote it fair: I once did hold it. Hor. With. I beseech you.-That. but. My head should be struck off. Not shriving-time allow'd.--I sat me down. How was this seal'd? . Wilt thou know The effect of what I wrote? Hor.That is most certain.-Or I could make a prologue to my brains. and. and England's too. good my lord. My sea-gown scarf'd about me. now It did me yeoman's service. As love between them like the palm might flourish. An earnest conjuration from the king. in fine. Hor. withdrew To mine own room again: making so bold. Ay. Finger'd their packet. Without debatement further. Importing Denmark's health. sir. to unseal Their grand commission. in the dark Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire. Up from my cabin. Ham. ho! such bugs and goblins in my life. O royal knavery! an exact command. on the supervise. where I found. And many such-like as's of great charge. not to stay the grinding of the axe. But wilt thou bear me how I did proceed? Hor. and labour'd much How to forget that learning. as our statists do. No.
Why. The changeling never known. They are not near my conscience.] Osr. Peace. good Horatio. 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? Hor. Which was the model of that Danish seal: Folded the writ up in the form of the other. That to Laertes I forgot myself. Why. the next day Was our sea-fight. and whor'd my mother. Popp'd in between the election and my hopes. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. And a man's life is no more than to say One. For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours: But. Hor. . Ham. what a king is this! Ham. Ham.-He that hath kill'd my king. and what to this was sequent Thou know'st already. It must be shortly known to him from England What is the issue of the business there. who comes here? [Enter Osric. they did make love to this employment. sure. plac'd it safely. Thrown out his angle for my proper life. Hor. the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. Now. Hor. It will be short: the interim is mine. stand me now upon. thinks't thee. their defeat Does by their own insinuation grow: 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes Between the pass and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites. Ham.Ham. Why. But I am very sorry. I had my father's signet in my purse. even in that was heaven ordinant. Does it not. Subscrib'd it: gave't the impression. man.
but. remember. Ham. I beseech you. in respect of his quick sail. as I say. No. I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. an absolute gentleman. Sir. I thank your lordship. believe me. 'tis a chough. his definement suffers no perdition in you. 'tis for the head. Sir. Dost know this water-fly? Hor. my lord. his umbrage. and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts. for 'tis a vice to know him. it is very sultry. But. and his crib shall stand at the king's mess. Ham.] Osr. he is the card or calendar of gentry. in the verity of extolment. I take him to be a soul of great article. his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. to divide him inventorially would dizzy the arithmetic of memory. Put your bonnet to his right use. and who else would trace him. and yet but yaw neither. in good faith. spacious in the possession of dirt.--though. my lord. Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.--as 'twere--I cannot tell how. Ham. 'tis very cold. to make true diction of him. if your lordship were at leisure. believe me. Sweet lord. for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see. No. in good faith. my good lord. of very soft society and great showing: indeed. the wind is northerly. Ham. Osr. indeed. for mine ease.I humbly thank you. I know. Osr. here is newly come to court Laertes. Ham. my lord. Thy state is the more gracious. his semblable is his mirror. full of most excellent differences. But. and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as.-[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat. sir. It is indifferent cold. Nay.-Ham. t'is very hot. nothing more. Osr. Exceedingly. this is the matter. He hath much land. . Osr. I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. to speak feelingly of him. Sir.
but to know a man well were to know himself. The king. all's golden words are spent. in his meed he's unfellowed. Rapier and dagger. yet. for his weapon. Ham. sir. His purse is empty already. sir? why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Osr. What's his weapon? Osr.--Well. Of him. sir. it would not much approve me. in faith. Sir? Hor. sir.-Ham. Of Laertes? Hor. sir. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. Osr. Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do't. you are not ignorant. really. Ham. Osr. sir. That's two of his weapons:--but well. I mean. Osr. Ham. The concernancy. I know. I dare not confess that. lest I should compare with him in excellence. but in the imputation laid on him by them.-Ham.Osr. Ham. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is. hath wager'd with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has imponed. I would you did. What imports the nomination of this gentleman? Osr. if you did. as I take it. Ham. Osr. sir. six French .
and of very liberal conceit. hath laid that. he shall not exceed you three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine. there are no tongues else for's turn. Ham. hangers. if not. my lord. Ham. on: six Barbary horses against six French swords. sir. I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits. most delicate carriages. in faith. Ham.] He does well to commend it himself. the gentleman willing. The king.rapiers and poniards. To this effect. the opposition of your person in trial. are very dear to fancy. and so: three of the carriages. are the hangers. What call you the carriages? Hor. How if I answer no? Osr. . I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. I would it might be hangers till then. very responsive to the hilts. [Exit Osric. after what flourish your nature will. Ham. The phrase would be more german to the matter if we could carry cannon by our sides. Osr. and the king hold his purpose. I will walk here in the hall: if it please his majesty. Shall I re-deliver you e'en so? Ham. in a dozen passes between your and him. sir. it is the breathing time of day with me: let the foils be brought. Sir. and it would come to immediate trial if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer. Osr. as girdle. their assigns. I will win for him if I can. Yours. as you call it? Osr. Osr. and three liberal conceited carriages: that's the French bet against the Danish: why is this all imponed. Ham. sir. But. I commend my duty to your lordship. The carriages. I mean. yours. with their assigns.
and say you are not fit. Ham. My lord. a kind of yesty collection. now or whensoever.] Lord. I do not think so. Hor. The King and Queen and all are coming down. which carries them through and through the most fanned and winnowed opinions.--and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on. mine is ready. He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. You will lose this wager. . This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. his majesty commended him to you by young Osric. If your mind dislike anything. Lord. The queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. who brings back to him that you attend him in the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes. Ham. I am constant to my purposes. Hor. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter.-Ham. [Exit Lord. Ham. Thus has he. they follow the king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks. provided I be so able as now.] Hor. my lord. In happy time. since he went into France I have been in continual practice: I shall win at the odds. She well instructs me. [Enter a Lord.-only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter. and do but blow them to their trial. good my lord. Lord. or that you will take longer time. It is but foolery. Ham. Nay.Hor. the bubbles are out. obey it: I will forestall their repair hither. but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would perhaps trouble a woman. Ham.
But till that time I do receive your offer'd love like love. Laertes. Come. I am satisfied in nature. sir: I have done you wrong: But pardon't. Ham. in this case. Come. Queen. 'tis not to come. Laer. I embrace it freely. and exception Roughly awake. But in my terms of honour I stand aloof. come. if it be not now.] Ham. yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away. Not a whit. Hamlet. And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes. if it be not to come.-Give us the foils. and Attendants with foils &c. Give me your pardon. we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. [The King puts Laertes' hand into Hamlet's. 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. . and you must needs have heard. What I have done That might your nature. what is't to leave betimes? [Enter King. And will this brother's wager frankly play. one for me. Whose motive. Then Hamlet does it not. and take this hand from me. as you are a gentleman.] King. Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts That I have shot my arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother. If it be now. Hamlet denies it. Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd. This presence knows. should stir me most To my revenge. it will be now. then? His madness: if't be so. Sir. Lords. Laer. Ham. Osric.Ham. come on. in this audience. How I am punish'd with sore distraction. Who does it. honour. And will not wrong it. I here proclaim was madness.
King. And in the cup an union shall he throw. the heavens to earth. Laertes. 'Now the king drinks to Hamlet. sir. Give me the cups. The cannons to the heavens. You know the wager? Ham.I'll be your foil. young Osric. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table. Or quit in answer of the third exchange. Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark's crown have worn. I do not fear it. Ham. King. like a star in the darkest night. let me see another. Laer.-If Hamlet give the first or second hit. Very well. Give them the foils. The trumpet to the cannoneer without. King. This likes me well. [They play. The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath. Laer. No. . But since he's better'd.] Ham. This is too heavy. Your grace has laid the odds o' the weaker side. Cousin Hamlet. Stick fiery off indeed. my good lord. Come on. we have therefore odds. my lord. Ham. I have seen you both. in mine ignorance Your skill shall. sir. Come. You mock me. Ham. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak. by this hand. the judges.'--Come. bear a wary eye. These foils have all a length? [They prepare to play. Laer. Ay. my lord.] Osr. Let all the battlements their ordnance fire. begin:-And you.
let me wipe thy face. Hamlet.--Another hit. I do confess. I dare not drink yet. give me drink. . He's fat.One. I'll play this bout first. I pray you pardon me. rub thy brows: The queen carouses to thy fortune. and scant of breath. Come. Ham. Queen. A hit. Ham. my lord. Judgment! Osr. a touch.-Here. Gertrude. King. Hamlet. set it by awhile. and cannon shot off within. by-and-by. King.] Laer. what say you? [They play. Good madam! King. Laer. Ham. Stay. Queen.] Give him the cup. Our son shall win. No.--again. Here's to thy health. do not drink. a very palpable hit.--Hamlet.-[Trumpets sound. it is too late.-Come. this pearl is thine. King. take my napkin. madam. Laer. Well. Ham.] It is the poison'd cup. A touch. [Aside. I will. Queen.
neither way. they are incens'd. Laer. Nothing.] Osr. Laertes? Laer. for the third. I do not think't.--How is it. Why. King. Ham. No. Come. [They play. no! the drink. Laertes: you but dally.] Osr. ho! Hor. come again! [The Queen falls. How does the Queen? King. I pray you pass with your best violence: I am afeard you make a wanton of me. Nay.] King. Laer. I'll hit him now. They bleed on both sides. I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Laer. How is't. Say you so? come on.] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience. the drink!--O my dear Hamlet!-- . my lord? Osr.Laer. then. Osric. Ham. Have at you now! [Laertes wounds Hamlet. Ham. Look to the queen there. She swoons to see them bleed. as a woodcock to my own springe. and Hamlet wounds Laertes. Queen. [Aside. Part them. in scuffling. My lord. they change rapiers.
Is strict in his arrest. Horatio. Nor thine on me! [Dies. noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee. damned Dane. Hamlet: Hamlet. Ham.--Wretched queen.--Horatio. Had I but time. thou art slain. Thou liv'st. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. It is here. [Dies. murderous. That are but mutes or audience to this act. the king's to blame. [Laertes falls. O. Treason! treason! King. Ham.] Ham. venom. I am dead. It is a poison temper'd by himself.-I am dead.] Laer.-But let it be. Here. He is justly serv'd.--as this fell sergeant. thou incestuous. yet defend me. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand.] Laer. report me and my cause aright . to thy work. O villany!--Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out. I could tell you.-Exchange forgiveness with me.--O. Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: I can no more:--the king. Drink off this potion.--Is thy union here? Follow my mother. friends! I am but hurt. adieu!-You that look pale and tremble at this chance. death. [Stabs the King. the drink!--I am poison'd. [King dies.] Osric and Lords.] Ham. here I lie. lo. Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me. In thee there is not half an hour of life.The drink. No medicine in the world can do thee good. The point envenom'd too!-Then.
and shot within.--Good night. [Dies. I die. let go. more and less. shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart. Ham. Things standing thus unknown. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain.To the unsatisfied. with conquest come from Poland. Absent thee from felicity awhile. Where is this sight? Hor. I'll have't. Hor. As thou'rt a man.] What warlike noise is this? Osr.-O good Horatio. To tell my story. To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley. Fort.--O proud death. the English Ambassadors. sweet prince. What feast is toward in thine eternal cell. What is it you will see? If aught of woe or wonder.] Fort. Now cracks a noble heart. This quarry cries on havoc. and others.--the rest is silence. cease your search.-Here's yet some liquor left. with the occurrents. So tell him. Ham. what a wounded name. by heaven. O.-[March afar off. Give me the cup.] Hor. Which have solicited.] [Enter Fortinbras. But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice. Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England. Young Fortinbras. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? [March within. Horatio. That thou so many princes at a shot .
Fort. Of that I shall have also cause to speak. Let us haste to hear it. for his passage. give order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view. purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I Truly deliver. had he been put on. Are here arriv'd. But since. Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause. bid the soldiers shoot. And let me speak to the yet unknowing world How these things came about: so shall you hear Of carnal. Fort. And call the noblest to the audience. with sorrow I embrace my fortune: I have some rights of memory in this kingdom.--Such a sight as this Becomes the field. To have prov'd most royally: and. The soldiers' music and the rites of war Speak loudly for him. [A dead march.] [Exeunt. Hor. Not from his mouth. To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks? Hor.] . but here shows much amiss. For he was likely. casual slaughters. to claim my vantage doth invite me. Go. Even while men's minds are wild: lest more mischance On plots and errors happen. in this upshot. For me.So bloodily hast struck? 1 Ambassador. Had it the ability of life to thank you: He never gave commandment for their death. Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage. And our affairs from England come too late: The ears are senseless that should give us hearing. The sight is dismal. so jump upon this bloody question. Of accidental judgments. and you from England. And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform'd. bloody and unnatural acts. bearing off the dead bodies.-Take up the bodies. Which now. after the which a peal of ordnance is shot off. And. You from the Polack wars.
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