Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

William Shakespeare [Collins edition]


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10 HAMLET. PRINCE OF DENMARK William Shakespeare .

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Osric. Ghost of Hamlet’s Father. Courtier. Two Clowns. Hamlet. Grave-diggers. Friend to Hamlet. King of Denmark. Marcellus. Laertes. Courtier. Polonius. Prince of Norway. Courtier. Fortinbras. Rosencrantz. A Gentleman. Servant to Polonius. Officer. A Captain. and Nephew to the present King. Lord Chamberlain. Cornelius. Bernardo. Courtier.12 PERSONS REPRESENTED. a Soldier Reynaldo. Players. Horatio. Voltimand. A Priest. Guildenstern. Courtier. Son to Polonius. Son to the former. Officer. Claudius. English Ambassadors. . Francisco. Courtier.

. Ophelia. and other Attendants. Lords. Messengers. and Mother of Hamlet. Sailors. Queen of Denmark. Daughter to Polonius.13 Gertrude. Officers. Soldiers. Ladies.

14 .

Ber.ACT I. Get thee to bed. Bernardo? Ber. Fran. For this relief much thanks: ’tis bitter cold. Enter to him Bernardo. answer me: stand. [Francisco at his post. Who’s there? Fran. Fran.] Ber. and unfold yourself. Francisco. good night. You come most carefully upon your hour. 15 . Have you had quiet guard? Fran. A platform before the Castle. Not a mouse stirring. Scene I. Ber. Well. He. Nay. And I am sick at heart. Ber. Elsinore. ’Tis now struck twelve. Ber. Long live the king! Fran.

Holla! Bernardo! Ber. ho! Who is there? [Enter Horatio and Marcellus. And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight. Say. I have seen nothing. Mar. What. Bernardo has my place. What. Welcome. Horatio says ’tis but our fantasy. I think I hear them. if again this apparition come . has this thing appear’d again to-night? Ber.–Stand.16 If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus. bid them make haste. Who hath reliev’d you? Fran. Give you good-night. The rivals of my watch. Fran. Mar. Fran. Give you good-night.] Mar. twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night. [Exit. Horatio:–Welcome. Mar.] Hor. Ber. good Marcellus. farewell. A piece of him. O. That. is Horatio there? Hor. And liegemen to the Dane. honest soldier. Mar. Friends to this ground.

break thee off. Last night of all. When yond same star that’s westward from the pole Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns. Hor. Hor. That are so fortified against our story. Mar. Well. And let us once again assail your ears. What art thou. Ber. Hor. . Marcellus and myself.] Ber. Hor. And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Tush. Horatio. Sit down awhile. armed.– Mar. like the king that’s dead. Most like:–it harrows me with fear and wonder. look where it comes again! [Enter Ghost. that usurp’st this time of night. It would be spoke to. Thou art a scholar. Mar. What we two nights have seen. Peace. speak! Mar. ’twill not appear. Horatio. Question it. Looks it not like the King? mark it. Ber. In the same figure. Horatio.17 He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Ber. tush. The bell then beating one. sit we down. speak to it. Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee. Ber.

Ber. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Is it not like the King? Hor. Good now. How now.18 It is offended. it stalks away! Hor. He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. In what particular thought to work I know not. ’Tis strange. Mar. Mar. sit down. and jump at this dead hour. in an angry parle. So frown’d he once when. Horatio! You tremble and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on’t? Hor.] Mar. See. Before my God. Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on When he the ambitious Norway combated. Thus twice before. With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Mar. ’Tis gone. Stay! speak. Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land. and tell me. I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. speak! I charge thee speak! [Exit Ghost. and will not answer. he that knows. And why such daily cast of brazen cannon. And foreign mart for implements of war. But. . in the gross and scope of my opinion. Ber.

which had return’d To the inheritance of Fortinbras. young Fortinbras. Well ratified by law and heraldry. Now. Which he stood seiz’d of. And terms compulsatory.– Did slay this Fortinbras. a moiety competent Was gaged by our king. those foresaid lands So by his father lost: and this. and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. by a seal’d compact. to some enterprise That hath a stomach in’t. I think it be no other but e’en so: Well may it sort. which is no other. His fell to Hamlet. The source of this our watch. that this portentous figure . in which our valiant Hamlet. by Fortinbras of Norway. Hath in the skirts of Norway. the whisper goes so. here and there. Whose image even but now appear’d to us. as by the same cov’nant. Had he been vanquisher. I take it. Ber. by strong hand. as you know. to the conqueror: Against the which. sir. who. Was.– But to recover of us. Of unimproved mettle hot and full. And carriage of the article design’d.– For so this side of our known world esteem’d him.– As it doth well appear unto our state. Our last king. What might be toward. that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day: Who is’t that can inform me? Hor. For food and diet.19 Why such impress of shipwrights. Did forfeit. all those his lands. whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. Dar’d to the combat. Thereto prick’d on by a most emulate pride. At least. That can I. with his life. Shark’d up a list of lawless resolutes. Is the main motive of our preparations.

] I’ll cross it. Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events. Disasters in the sun. if it will not stand. though it blast me.– Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. where it comes again! [Re-enter Ghost. they say. soft. That may to thee do ease. Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands. so like the king That was and is the question of these wars. and. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor.20 Comes armed through our watch. In the most high and palmy state of Rome. A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye. you spirits oft walk in death. illusion! If thou hast any sound. and speak!–Stop it. Speak to me: If there be any good thing to be done. Speak to me: If thou art privy to thy country’s fate.– As harbingers preceding still the fates. and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth. and the moist star. Which. [The cock crows. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell. O.– But. Ber. And prologue to the omen coming on. behold! lo. For which. Do. stars with trains of fire and dews of blood. The graves stood tenantless.] Speak of it:–stay.–Stay. Hor. Marcellus! Mar. happily. or use of voice. race to me. foreknowing may avoid. As. .

Ber. Whether in sea or fire. being so majestical. I have heard The cock. ’Tis gone! [Exit Ghost. The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation. For it is.] We do it wrong. The bird of dawning singeth all night long. as the air. But. No fairy takes. and do in part believe it. Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet. invulnerable. So have I heard. Mar. then no planets strike. The nights are wholesome. in earth or air. Hor. So hallow’d and so gracious is the time. It was about to speak. in russet mantle clad. It faded on the crowing of the cock. and at his warning. Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated. they say. Hor. nor witch hath power to charm. upon my life. To offer it the show of violence. And then it started. Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill: Break we our watch up: and by my advice. like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. for. Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day. that is the trumpet to the morn. the morn. look. ’Tis here! Mar. And then. when the cock crew.21 ’Tis here! Hor. And our vain blows malicious mockery. no spirit dare stir abroad. .

Lords. As needful in our loves. I pray. young Fortinbras. that you know. our thanks. Polonius.– With an auspicious and one dropping eye. [Exeunt. [Enter the King. Now follows. Voltimand. and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him. as ’twere with a defeated joy.22 This spirit. will speak to him: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death The memory be green. Holding a weak supposal of our worth. . Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father. Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame. Laertes. now our queen. nor have we herein barr’d Your better wisdoms. and Attendant. Have we. Hamlet. Queen. and with dirge in marriage. Elsinore. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage. Together with remembrance of ourselves. With mirth in funeral.– Taken to wife.] Scene II. A room of state in the Castle. In equal scale weighing delight and dole. which have freely gone With this affair along:–or all. with all bonds of law.] King. Let’s do’t. Th’ imperial jointress to this warlike state. He hath not fail’d to pester us with message. dumb to us. and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe. Therefore our sometime sister. fitting our duty? Mar. and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Cornelius.

Laertes. good Cornelius.– Who. I must confess. impotent and bed-rid. Dread my lord. and you. Cor. Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. To show my duty in your coronation. and full proportions are all made Out of his subject:–and we here dispatch You. Laertes. That shall not be my offer. Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane. Giving to you no further personal power To business with the king. more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. King. The lists. in that the levies. scarcely hears Of this his nephew’s purpose. And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.23 To our most valiant brother. King. For bearers of this greeting to old Norway. what’s the news with you? You told us of some suit. and Volt. What wouldst thou have. . Yet now. So much for him. In that and all things will we show our duty. what is’t. [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius.–to suppress His further gait herein. Your leave and favour to return to France. that duty done. Voltimand. And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg. and let your haste commend your duty.] And now. Farewell. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France. not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart.– Now for ourself and for this time of meeting: Thus much the business is:–we have here writ To Norway. Laertes? Laer. The hand more instrumental to the mouth. uncle of young Fortinbras. ¿From whence though willingly I came to Denmark.

and less than kind! King. Ham. moods. it is. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know’st ’tis common. seem. Passing through nature to eternity. For they are actions that a man might play. Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath. my cousin Hamlet. I know not seems. shows of grief. Queen. Seems. Laertes.–all that lives must die. And thy best graces spend it at thy will!– But now. madam! Nay. I am too much i’ the sun. and at last Upon his will I seal’d my hard consent: I do beseech you. He hath. Together with all forms. cast thy nighted colour off. If it be. my lord. madam. nor the fruitful river in the eye. Nor customary suits of solemn black. time be thine. Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. my lord. and my son– Ham. ’Tis not alone my inky cloak. [Aside. good mother.] A little more than kin. Nor the dejected ’havior of the visage. it is common. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. wrung from me my slow leave By laboursome petition. King.24 Have you your father’s leave? What says Polonius? Pol. Ay. No. That can denote me truly: these. Queen. Not so. indeed. . Good Hamlet. Take thy fair hour. give him leave to go.

25 But I have that within which passeth show. and who still hath cried. a mind impatient. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven. ’This must be so. These but the trappings and the suits of woe. in our peevish opposition. whose common theme Is death of fathers. Let not thy mother lose her prayers. go not to Wittenberg. and the survivor bound. Queen. . But. ¿From the first corse till he that died to-day. your father lost a father. Hamlet. you must know. ’tis unmanly grief. A heart unfortified. To reason most absurd. In filial obligation. throw to earth This unprevailing woe. An understanding simple and unschool’d. Our chiefest courtier. cousin. To give these mourning duties to your father. For what we know must be. Hamlet: I pray thee stay with us. A fault against the dead. Take it to heart? Fie! ’tis a fault to heaven. for some term To do obsequious sorrow: but to persevere In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. It is most retrograde to our desire: And we beseech you bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye. Why should we. lost his. a fault to nature. ’Tis sweet and commendable in your nature. and think of us As of a father: for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne.’ We pray you. King. Ham. and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense. That father lost. And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg. and our son.

so loving to my mother. she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet. not two: So excellent a king. or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father’s body Like Niobe. that was.–Madam. and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary. and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden.–why she. This gentle and unforc’d accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof.26 I shall in all my best obey you. even she. And the king’s rouse the heaven shall bruit again. ’tis a loving and a fair reply: Be as ourself in Denmark. Come away. thy name is woman!– A little month. to this. O that this too too solid flesh would melt. Would have mourn’d longer. Why. King. [Exeunt all but Hamlet.– O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason.– Let me not think on’t. Hyperion to a satyr. Re-speaking earthly thunder. not so much.] Ham. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Thaw. No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell. but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month. come. madam. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why. That grows to seed.–married with mine uncle.–Frailty. all tears. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears . things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead!–nay. flat. within a month. My father’s brother. stale.

to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not. make you from Wittenberg? Hor.–for I must hold my tongue! [Enter Horatio. Hail to your lordship! Ham. Ham. my good friend. Marcellus. fellow-student. She married:– O. . The same. Horatio?– Marcellus? Mar. I think it was to see my mother’s wedding. it follow’d hard upon.– Ham.–or I do forget myself.–Good even. I am glad to see you well: Horatio. Hor. my lord. Nor shall you do my ear that violence. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. Indeed.– But what. I’ll change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg. But break my heart. good my lord. My lord. To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know you are no truant.27 Had left the flushing in her galled eyes. most wicked speed. and Bernardo. in faith. my lord. nor it cannot come to good. sir. I am very glad to see you. A truant disposition. Ham. My good lord. Ham.] Hor. I would not hear your enemy say so. I came to see your father’s funeral. and your poor servant ever. Sir. I prithee do not mock me. Hor.

A figure like your father. Ham. my lord? Ham. Thrift.–methinks I see my father. Armed at point exactly. He was a man. Two nights together had these gentlemen. Marcellus and Bernardo. thrift. This marvel to you. Horatio!– My father. on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night. Saw who? Hor. My lord. Hor. till I may deliver. My lord. take him for all in all. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day.28 Ham. Season your admiration for awhile With an attent ear. Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk’d . Ham. he was a goodly king. Been thus encounter’d. cap-a-pe. Where. Horatio! The funeral bak’d meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Ham. For God’s love let me hear. Horatio. Ham. Hor. I think I saw him yesternight. I shall not look upon his like again. the king your father. Hor. In my mind’s eye. The King my father! Hor. I saw him once. Upon the witness of these gentlemen. Hor.

whilst they. like as it would speak: But even then the morning cock crew loud. both in time. Stand dumb. Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor. Hor. We do. Ham. Within his truncheon’s length.29 By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes. and did address Itself to motion. Indeed. but this troubles me. My lord. each word made true and good. distill’d Almost to jelly with the act of fear. Arm’d. say you? Both. my honour’d lord. Ham. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did. My lord. upon the platform where we watch’d. sirs. ’Tis very strange. The apparition comes: I knew your father. And vanish’d from our sight. and Ber. Hold you the watch to-night? Mar. But answer made it none: yet once methought It lifted up it head. my lord. ’tis true. . And at the sound it shrunk in haste away. And I with them the third night kept the watch: Where. indeed. Form of the thing. Ham. and speak not to him. Ham. As I do live. And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. But where was this? Mar. as they had deliver’d. These hands are not more like. I did.

Ham. very like. Nay. And fix’d his eyes upon you? Hor. Ham. Ham. from head to foot. Then saw you not his face? Hor. longer. my lord. Hor. as I have seen it in his life. Not when I saw’t. His beard was grizzled. Ham. It would have much amaz’d you. Very like. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. What. Ham. very pale. Pale or red? Hor. Hor. Ham. Ham. Most constantly.–no? Hor.30 Arm’d. Ham. my lord: he wore his beaver up. O. and Ber. . ¿From top to toe? Both. My lord. yes. A sable silver’d. Longer. It was. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. I would I had been there. Stay’d it long? Hor. look’d he frowningly? Hor. Mar.

as mine to you: farewell. as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant. I pray you all. My necessaries are embark’d: farewell: And. I warr’nt it will. So.] Laer. [Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Do you doubt that? Laer. Marcellus. All.31 Ham. If it assume my noble father’s person. but no tongue: I will requite your loves. And whatsoever else shall hap to-night. Hor.] My father’s spirit in arms! All is not well.] Scene III. do not sleep. I’ll speak to it. Perchance ’twill walk again. I’ll visit you. [Exit. A room in Polonius’s house. But let me hear from you. and Bernardo. to men’s eyes. Though all the earth o’erwhelm them. . Ham. [Exeunt Horatio. my soul: foul deeds will rise. fare ye well: Upon the platform. Ham. Give it an understanding. Your loves. though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. Our duty to your honour. Oph. Let it be tenable in your silence still. I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! Till then sit still. sister. If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight. ’twixt eleven and twelve. I will watch to-night.

Fear it. for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state. but as this temple waxes. and the trifling of his favour. Perhaps he loves you now. No more. Then if he says he loves you. Forward. his will is not his own. sweet. And keep you in the rear of your affection. Carve for himself. does not grow alone In thews and bulk. or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster’d importunity. Ophelia. Or lose your heart. fear it.32 For Hamlet. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs. For he himself is subject to his birth: He may not. No more but so? Laer. The perfume and suppliance of a minute. as unvalu’d persons do. Oph. not lasting. Hold it a fashion. And therefore must his choice be circumscrib’d Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. His greatness weigh’d. It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place May give his saying deed. Out of the shot and danger of desire. crescent. Think it no more: For nature. And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will: but you must fear. The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. and a toy in blood: A violet in the youth of primy nature. The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes: . not permanent. my dear sister.

. And you are stay’d for. There.33 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. Whilst. fear me not. I shall th’ effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. Yet here.] And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Bear’t that the opposed may beware of thee. I stay too long:–but here my father comes. Pol. best safety lies in fear: Youth to itself rebels. but by no means vulgar. but few thy voice: Take each man’s censure. like a puff’d and reckless libertine.] A double blessing is a double grace. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven. Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read. Give thy thoughts no tongue. But. Be wary then. Do not. Nor any unproportion’d thought his act. Laertes! aboard. O. Give every man thine ear. Laer. Oph. though none else near. but. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel. good my brother. unfledg’d comrade. [Enter Polonius. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch’d. Those friends thou hast. for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail. and their adoption tried. aboard. Be thou familiar. Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel. but reserve thy judgment. Occasion smiles upon a second leave.–my blessing with thee! [Laying his hand on Laertes’s head. being in. as some ungracious pastors do. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy.

rich. something touching the Lord Hamlet. And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that. Marry. well bethought: ’Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you. This above all. And it must follow. And you yourself shall keep the key of it.–as so ’tis put on me. your servants tend. Ophelia. If it be so. Thou canst not then be false to any man.] Pol. Laer. not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Laer. Farewell. and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee! Laer. What is’t. Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend.–to thine own self be true. as the night the day.34 But not express’d in fancy. [Exit. Ophelia. he hath said to you? Oph. my lord. and remember well What I have said to you. . Most humbly do I take my leave. The time invites you. Oph. Pol.–I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour. And that in way of caution. So please you. go. What is between you? give me up the truth. ’Tis in my memory lock’d. And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Pol. Farewell.

For Lord Hamlet. That you have ta’en these tenders for true pay. springes to catch woodcocks. Ophelia. Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. go to. Ay. Ay. fashion you may call it. Do not believe his vows. And hath given countenance to his speech. My lord. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Pol.–you’ll tender me a fool. Or. When the blood burns. my lord. Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.– Not of that dye which their investments show. Pol. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. I do not know. that he is young. he hath importun’d me with love In honourable fashion. Do you believe his tenders. my lord. Marry. Tender yourself more dearly. how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes. Giving more light than heat. He hath.35 Oph. go to. Which are not sterling. Oph. And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you: in few.–not to crack the wind of the poor phrase. for they are brokers. I’ll teach you: think yourself a baby. Even in their promise.–extinct in both. what I should think.– You must not take for fire. . Wronging it thus. Pol. Oph. of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. daughter. Believe so much in him. Pol. my lord. I do know. as it is a-making. as you call them? Oph.

Hor. it is struck. The air bites shrewdly. Indeed? I heard it not: then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. my lord? Ham. Mar. Keeps wassail.– I would not. It is a nipping and an eager air. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse.] Scene IV. from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Hor. as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down.] Ham. This is for all. . What hour now? Hor. And.] What does this mean. Look to’t. [A flourish of trumpets. I think it lacks of twelve. I shall obey. come your ways. and Marcellus. [Enter Hamlet. The platform. Hor. The better to beguile. Ham. in plain terms. Oph. Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds. Horatio.36 But mere implorators of unholy suits. [Exeunt. it is very cold. and ordnance shot off within. my lord. The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. No. I charge you. and the swaggering up-spring reels. Is it a custom? Ham.

O.–that these men. Being nature’s livery. King. and. and with swinish phrase Soil our addition. As infinite as man may undergo. Since nature cannot choose his origin. And to the manner born.–it is a custom More honour’d in the breach than the observance. the stamp of one defect.– By the o’ergrowth of some complexion. Angels and ministers of grace defend us!– Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn’d. I say. But to my mind.–wherein they are not guilty. that too much o’er-leavens The form of plausive manners. So oft it chances in particular men That. but tell . it comes! [Enter Ghost. for some vicious mole of nature in them. answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance. it takes ¿From our achievements. As in their birth. Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason.] Ham. Hor. is’t. Or by some habit.– 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. The pith and marrow of our attribute. Look.–be they as pure as grace. though perform’d at height. indeed. marry. royal Dane.– Their virtues else.–though I am native here.– Carrying. Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell. Be thy intents wicked or charitable.37 Ay. father. or fortune’s star. Thou com’st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I’ll call thee Hamlet. This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduc’d and tax’d of other nations: They clepe us drunkards.

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. Do not. what can it do to that. What if it tempt you toward the flood. Mar. As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Hor. Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn’d. Hath op’d his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again! What may this mean.–I’ll follow it. why the sepulchre. Making night hideous. And for my soul. my lord. It will not speak. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it! Hor. Hor. No. That thou. hearsed in death. Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o’er his base into the sea. Why. again in complete steel. by no means. Ham.38 Why thy canoniz’d bones. And there assume some other horrible form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason. . why is this? wherefore? what should we do? [Ghost beckons Hamlet. Revisit’st thus the glimpses of the moon. dead corse. then will I follow it. It beckons you to go away with it. and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say. Ham.] Hor. Have burst their cerements. my lord.

Heaven will direct it.] Hor. Nay. Mar.39 And draw you into madness? think of it: The very place puts toys of desperation. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Mar. It waves me still. gentlemen.– [Breaking free from them.– Go on. Ham. You shall not go. Mar. Hold off your hands. ’tis not fit thus to obey him. Hor. Hor. my lord.–To what issue will this come? Mar. away!–Go on. My fate cries out. And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion’s nerve. Without more motive. you shall not go. I’ll make a ghost of him that lets me!– I say. I’ll follow thee.– [Ghost beckons. Hor. Let’s follow. Ham. Be rul’d.–unhand me. let’s follow him.] Still am I call’d. Have after. [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. into every brain That looks so many fadoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath. He waxes desperate with imagination. [Exeunt. Ham.] .] By heaven. I’ll follow thee.

My hour is almost come. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak! I’ll go no further. A more remote part of the Castle. Alas. What? Ghost. I am thy father’s spirit. I will. freeze thy young blood. Mark me. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house. Thy knotted and combined locks to part. Make thy two eyes. Ghost. Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night. Speak. poor ghost! Ghost. but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham. And for the day confin’d to wastein fires. when thou shalt hear.40 Scene V. Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg’d away. When I to sulph’uous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. like stars. I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul. So art thou to revenge. Pity me not.] Ham. Ghost.I am bound to hear. Ham. Ham. [Enter Ghost and Hamlet. start from their spheres. Ham. Ghost. And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: But this eternal blazon must not be .

I find thee apt. what a falling-off was there! ¿From me. Ham. that have the power So to seduce!–won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen: O Hamlet. so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus’d. May sweep to my revenge. But this most foul. that I. Wouldst thou not stir in this. Ham. hear. that adulterate beast. sleeping in my orchard. O my prophetic soul! Mine uncle! Ghost. with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love. Now. With witchcraft of his wit. ’Tis given out that. strange.41 To ears of flesh and blood. The serpent that did sting thy father’s life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. with traitorous gifts. list. but know.– O wicked wit and gifts.–List. and unnatural. that incestuous. as in the best it is. Ay. Ghost. whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow . Haste me to know’t. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. O. thou noble youth. O God! Ghost. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. A serpent stung me. list!– If thou didst ever thy dear father love– Ham. Murder! Ghost. Murder most foul. Ham.

horrible! most horrible! If thou hast nature in thee. Thus was I. though to a radiant angel link’d. swift as quicksilver. howsoever thou pursu’st this act.–Sleeping within my orchard. With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial. And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge. and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine! But virtue. Of life. but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O. whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That. Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven. And a most instant tetter bark’d about. sleeping. with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body.42 I made to her in marriage. horrible! O. disappointed. So lust. My custom always of the afternoon. But. Taint not thy mind. Brief let me be. And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment. The thin and wholesome blood. nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven. Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. No reckoning made. But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. so did it mine. at once dispatch’d: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin. bear it not. . of crown. unanel’d. Most lazar-like. by a brother’s hand. like eager droppings into milk. as it never will be mov’d. of queen. And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd. Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole. Unhous’led. it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest.

Now to my word. there you are.– Mar. ho. and be a villain. remember me. [Within.] So.] Lord Hamlet. All saws of books. [Within.] Heaven secure him! Ham. [Within.] Ham. That one may smile. by heaven!– O most pernicious woman! O villain. But bear me stiffly up. adieu! Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? And shall I couple hell? O. while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records. uncle. smiling. Unmix’d with baser matter: yes. grow not instant old. And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain. So be it! Mar. villain. adieu! remember me:’ I have sworn’t. [Within.– Hor.] My lord. my sinews.43 To prick and sting her. it may be so in Denmark: [Writing. I am sure.] Illo. ho. It is ’Adieu. Hor.–Remember thee! Ay.–meet it is I set it down. thou poor ghost. all pressures past. and smile. That youth and observation copied there. [Exit. damned villain! My tables. Remember thee! Yea. all forms. fie!–Hold. At least. my lord! . Fare thee well at once! The glowworm shows the matin to be near. And you. my heart. my lord. And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire: Adieu.

I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: You. you are i’ the right. boy! Come. Nor I. as your business and desires shall point you. Why. ho. There needs no ghost. come from the grave To tell us this. my lord. Ham. by heaven. Not I. Ham.– For every man hath business and desire. How is’t. I’ll go pray. my lord. Hillo. by heaven. my lord. Good my lord. Ham.44 Ham. without more circumstance at all. bird. [Enter Horatio and Marcellus. . And so. Ham. Hor. Ay. Hor. No. Mar. would heart of man once think it?– But you’ll be secret? Hor. How say you then. my lord? Ham. O. right. What news. wonderful! Hor. my lord. you’ll reveal it. and Mar.–and for my own poor part. come. These are but wild and whirling words. Hor. my noble lord? Hor. tell it. There’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he’s an arrant knave. Such as it is. Look you.] Mar. my lord. ho.

we will not. Ha. What is’t. Ham. scholars. my lord. faith. And now. truepenny?– Come on!–you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Ham. my lord? we will. Touching this vision here.– Consent to swear. Never make known what you have seen to-night. not I. Ham. indeed. Ghost. Hor. Yes. Nor I. And much offence too. O’ermaster’t as you may. my lord. Nay. Mar. Mar. Upon my sword. ha boy! say’st thou so? art thou there. Hor. My lord. Ham. that let me tell you: For your desire to know what is between us. My lord. [Beneath. Indeed. by Saint Patrick. Hor. Ham. . Horatio. in faith. There’s no offence. I’m sorry they offend you. As you are friends. my lord. We have sworn. but there is. Give me one poor request. heartily. upon my sword. good friends.45 Ham. In faith. already.] Swear.– It is an honest ghost. and soldiers. and Mar. Ham. Yes. Hor. but swear’t. heartily.

or this head-shake. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. an if we would’. so help you mercy.– That you. or ’We could. [Beneath. hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on.– Here. Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase. Hor. . Hic et ubique? then we’ll shift our ground. never. So grace and mercy at your most need help you.– Or ’If we list to speak’. an if they might’. Never to speak of this that you have seen. perchance. to note That you know aught of me:–this is not to do. well. Ham. Ham. As ’Well. But come. Ghost. With arms encumber’d thus. never shall. Ghost. old mole! canst work i’ the earth so fast? A worthy pioner!–Once more remove. Well said.– Or such ambiguous giving out. Swear.46 Hor. Swear by my sword.] Swear. good friends. Swear by my sword.] Swear. Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. we know’. gentlemen. O day and night.– As I. or ’There be.– Come hither. How strange or odd soe’er I bear myself. Horatio. but this is wondrous strange! Ham. Ham. And lay your hands again upon my sword: Never to speak of this that you have heard. [Beneath. at such times seeing me. as before. my lord. Propose the oath. There are more things in heaven and earth.

I pray. [Exeunt. [Beneath. Ham. let’s go together. That ever I was born to set it right!– Nay. Rest. And still your fingers on your lips. Let us go in together.47 Ghost. gentlemen.] Swear. shall not lack.] . God willing. The time is out of joint:–O cursed spite. rest. come. to express his love and friending to you. perturbed spirit!–So. With all my love I do commend me to you: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do.

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my lord.Act II. Pol. By this encompassment and drift of question. come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it: Take you. That they do know my son. Look you. to make inquiry Of his behaviour. at what expense.] Pol. Rey. Pol. Ay. and where they keep. as ’twere.m. my lord. very well. sir. and who. [Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.–do you mark this. A room in Polonius’s house. and finding. My lord.’ you may say. very well said. What company. ’I know his father and his friends. Give him this money and these notes. Marry. Reynaldo? Rey. Before You visit him. Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris. I will. You shall do marvellous wisely. As thus.–but. And in part hi. Pol. Rey. Reynaldo. good Reynaldo. well said. And how. ’And in part him. what means. ’not well: 49 . some distant knowledge of him. Scene I. I did intend it.

and usual slips As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Pol. marry. quarrelling. my lord.50 But if’t be he I mean. Ay. that would dishonour him. Addicted so and so. That’s not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty. Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes . Of general assault. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind. sir.’ and there put on him What forgeries you please. he’s very wild. my good lord. no. none so rank As may dishonour him. as you may season it in the charge. Ay. As gaming. Faith. A savageness in unreclaimed blood. That he is open to incontinency. wild.– Pol. such wanton. But. swearing. But. Drabbing:–you may go so far. take heed of that. Rey. You must not put another scandal on him. Marry. I would know that. My lord. here’s my drift. Mark you. Your party in converse. or drinking. my lord. him you would sound. Wherefore should you do this? Rey. fencing. Rey. sir. Pol. Rey. Pol. 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.

There falling out at tennis’: or perchance. my lord. God b’ wi’ you. Rey. there o’ertook in’s rouse. I was about to say something:–Where did I leave? Rey. My lord. be assur’d He closes with you in this consequence. or ’friend. At ’closes in the consequence. Pol. fare you well.’ and gentleman. or such.’ or so.–or so forth. Good my lord! Pol.’ at ’friend or so. At–closes in the consequence’–ay. Rey. Pol. I have. You have me. have you not? Rey. or then.’ or ’gentleman’– According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country. There was he gaming. does he this. marry! He closes with you thus:–’I know the gentleman.51 The youth you breathe of guilty. Or then. ’I saw him enter such a house of sale. Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: And thus do we of wisdom and of reach. a brothel. with such. ’Good sir. I saw him yesterday.– See you now. And then. Shall you my son. or t’other day. and.’ Pol. sir. Observe his inclination in yourself. With windlaces. . by my former lecture and advice. as you say.–he does–What was I about to say?– By the mass. Rey.’– Videlicet. Very good. By indirections find directions out: So. and with assays of bias.

I have been so affrighted! Pol. Pol. And with his other hand thus o’er his brow. Pol. But truly I do fear it. At last. Long stay’d he so. his stockings foul’d. And thrice his head thus waving up and down. What said he? Oph. And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors. And let him ply his music. My lord. With what. Mad for thy love? Oph. as I was sewing in my chamber. Lord Hamlet. Pol. my lord. Rey. He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. My lord. Ungart’red. and held me hard. his knees knocking each other. Pale as his shirt.–a little shaking of mine arm. and down-gyved to his ankle. my lord.– .–with his doublet all unbrac’d. Well.52 I shall.] How now.] [Enter Ophelia. No hat upon his head.–he comes before me. Pol. i’ the name of God? Oph. Alas. Ophelia! what’s the matter? Oph. I do not know. Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo. my lord. Then goes he to the length of all his arm. He took me by the wrist.

.] King. Whose violent property fordoes itself. but. That hath made him mad. For out o’ doors he went without their help.– What. go we to the king: This must be known. being kept close. As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. with his head over his shoulder turn’d He seem’d to find his way without his eyes. Welcome. And to the last bended their light on me. And meant to wreck thee. 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. dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you. my good lord.] Scene II. I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him: I fear’d he did but trifle. [Enter King. Pol. he lets me go: And. go with me: I will go seek the king. as you did command. which. Guildenstern. Pol. This is the very ecstasy of love. [Exeunt. and Attendants. I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. A room in the Castle. Rosencrantz. Come. I am sorry. might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Come. have you given him any hard words of late? Oph. And leads the will to desperate undertakings.53 He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being: that done. No.

. Both your majesties Might. being of so young days brought up with him. Guil. And here give up ourselves. We both obey. in the full bent. Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king’s remembrance. Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Whether aught. To lay our service freely at your feet. More than his father’s death. That. that thus hath put him So much from the understanding of himself. And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. Something have you heard Of Hamlet’s transformation.54 The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. and to gather. afflicts him thus. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good-will As to expend your time with us awhile. That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time: so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures. What it should be. Since nor the exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. Queen. And since so neighbour’d to his youth and humour. King. so I call it. he hath much talk’d of you. to us unknown. Good gentlemen. So much as from occasion you may glean. Ros. For the supply and profit of our hope. lies within our remedy. by the sovereign power you have of us. Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. To be commanded. Queen. I cannot dream of: I entreat you both That. Thanks. open’d.

55 Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz: And I beseech you instantly to visit My too-much-changed son.–Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guil. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Queen. Ay, amen! [Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and some Attendants]. [Enter Polonius.] Pol. Th’ ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return’d. King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king: And I do think,–or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us’d to do,–that I have found The very cause of Hamlet’s lunacy. King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors; My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius.] He tells me, my sweet queen, he hath found The head and source of all your son’s distemper. Queen. I doubt it is no other but the main,– His father’s death and our o’erhasty marriage. King.

56 Well, we shall sift him. [Enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cornelius.] Welcome, my good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? Volt. Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew’s levies; which to him appear’d To be a preparation ’gainst the Polack; But, better look’d into, he truly found It was against your highness; whereat griev’d,– That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand,–sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys; Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine, Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th’ assay of arms against your majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee; And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polack: With an entreaty, herein further shown, [Gives a paper.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. King. It likes us well; And at our more consider’d time we’ll read, Answer, and think upon this business. Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour: Go to your rest; at night we’ll feast together: Most welcome home! [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius.] Pol. This business is well ended.– My liege, and madam,–to expostulate

57 What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief:–your noble son is mad: Mad call I it; for to define true madness, What is’t but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Queen. More matter, with less art. Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, ’tis true: ’tis true ’tis pity; And pity ’tis ’tis true: a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then: and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect; Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. I have a daughter,–have whilst she is mine,– Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. [Reads.] ’To the celestial, and my soul’s idol, the most beautified Ophelia,’– That’s an ill phrase, a vile phrase; ’beautified’ is a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus: [Reads.] ’In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.’ Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. [Reads.] ’Doubt thou the stars are fire;

mute and dumb. by means. But how hath she Receiv’d his love? Pol. I am ill at these numbers. All given to mine ear. most dear lady. And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: ’Lord Hamlet is a prince. hath my daughter show’d me. and place. HAMLET. Thence to a watch. Which done. then into a fast. Doubt truth to be a liar. whilst this machine is to him. If I had play’d the desk or table-book. I must tell you that. Pol.– As I perceiv’d it. I have not art to reckon my groans: but that I love thee best. repulsed. she took the fruits of my advice. Before my daughter told me.’ This. When I had seen this hot love on the wing. This must not be:’ and then I precepts gave her. As of a man faithful and honourable. But what might you think.58 Doubt that the sun doth move. out of thy sphere.– What might you think? No. O most best. think. I would fain prove so. Or my dear majesty your queen here. hath his solicitings. believe it. thence into a weakness. in obedience. Or given my heart a winking. And more above. King. receive no tokens.– what might you. ’O dear Ophelia. Admit no messengers. ’Thine evermore. What do you think of me? King. That she should lock herself from his resort.–a short tale to make. I went round to work. As they fell out by time. And he. Or look’d upon this love with idle sight. . But never doubt I love. Adieu.– Fell into a sadness.

] If circumstances lead me. Pol. Into the madness wherein now he raves. . It may be. Hath there been such a time. So he does indeed.’ When it prov’d otherwise? King.–I’d fain know that– That I have positively said ”Tis so. Queen. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. if this be otherwise: [Points to his head and shoulder. Take this from this. But keep a farm and carters. Pol. Do you think ’tis this? Queen. very likely. At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him: Be you and I behind an arras then. Pol. And all we wail for. by this declension. Mark the encounter: if he love her not. I will find Where truth is hid. and. And he not from his reason fall’n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state. We will try it. Not that I know. Pol. though it were hid indeed Within the centre. King.59 Thence to a lightness. You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby. King. King. Queen. How may we try it further? Pol.

being a god-kissing carrion. to be honest. Ham. Words. That’s very true. reading. Ay. give me leave. I do beseech you. and Attendants. Not I. Do you know me. Pol.–Have you a daughter? Pol. . Pol.] How does my good Lord Hamlet? Ham. Excellent well. Ham. both away I’ll board him presently:–O.] [Enter Hamlet. [Exeunt King. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog. Let her not walk i’ the sun: conception is a blessing.60 Away. Pol. Well. my lord. very near this. my lord? Ham.–What do you read. words. words. Pol. my lord. you’re a fishmonger. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. look to’t. I’ll speak to him again.] Still harping on my daughter:–yet he knew me not at first. far gone: and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love. God-a-mercy. my lord! Ham. Honest. sir. my lord? Ham. my lord. but not as your daughter may conceive:–friend. is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. as this world goes. How say you by that?–[Aside. he said I was a fishmonger: he is far gone. I have. Queen. Pol.

take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal. Pol. sir. sir.] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on. Ros. Ham. You cannot. Indeed. my lord. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. Pol. These tedious old fools! [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. together with most weak hams: all which. Ham. I mean. my lord? Ham. you could go backward. Fare you well. Into my grave? Pol. like a crab.61 Pol.–My honourable lord. if. should be old as I am.] Though this be madness.–except my life. that is out o’ the air.– Will you walk out of the air.] Pol. except my life. . though I most powerfully and potently believe. and that they have a plentiful lack of wit. Slanders. their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum. Ham. that their faces are wrinkled. [Aside. yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down. which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. sir: for the satirical slave says here that old men have grey beards. my lord. I will most humbly take my leave of you. [Aside. except my life. the matter that you read. there he is. yet there is a method in’t. What is the matter. sir. my lord? Ham. Between who? Pol. for you yourself.

Then you live about her waist. None. My most dear lord! Ham. Ham. Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O. how do ye both? Ros. . Guildenstern? Ah. but your news is not true. Denmark’s a prison. Ham. Faith. Then is doomsday near. As the indifferent children of the earth. Happy in that we are not over-happy. my lord.62 [To Polonius. but that the world’s grown honest. Let me question more in particular: what have you. Guil. that she sends you to prison hither? Guil.] Guil. or in the middle of her favours? Guil. What’s the news? Ros. she is a strumpet. Ros. sir! [Exit Polonius. most true. my good friends. Neither. my lord! Ham. Ham. Rosencrantz! Good lads. My honoured lord! Ros. my lord. deserved at the hands of fortune. Nor the soles of her shoe? Ros. On fortune’s cap we are not the very button. Prison.] God save you. My excellent good friends! How dost thou. her privates we.

Ros. Denmark being one o’ the worst. by my fay. Ham. wards. Ham. To visit you.63 Then is the world one. indeed. Which dreams. Ham. Ham. Why. Ham. A goodly one. I could be bounded in a nutshell. Guil. then. my lord. I am even poor in thanks. for. were it not that I have bad dreams. Ros. A dream itself is but a shadow. in which there are many confines. Ros. Truly. We’ll wait upon you. for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Shall we to the court? for. but I thank you: . your ambition makes it one. in the beaten way of friendship. Ham. Ham. ’tis too narrow for your mind. and our monarchs and outstretch’d heroes the beggars’ shadows. O God. then ’tis none to you. are ambition. Ros. I am most dreadfully attended. I cannot reason. what make you at Elsinore? Ros. Beggar that I am. to speak to you like an honest man. Then are our beggars bodies. my lord. and count myself a king of infinite space. no other occasion. But. No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest of my servants. Why. and dungeons. for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. We think not so. and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow’s shadow. and Guild.

this brave o’erhanging firmament. by the consonancy of our youth. That you must teach me.–If you love me. anything–but to the purpose. how like a god! the . Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come. the earth. deal justly with me: come. I have an eye of you. my lord? Ham. my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. forgone all custom of exercises.–but wherefore I know not. the air. Guil. [To Guildenstern. this most excellent canopy. it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.64 and sure. My lord. how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension. speak. which your modesties have not craft enough to colour: I know the good king and queen have sent for you. this majestical roof fretted with golden fire. seems to me a sterile promontory. so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery. by the obligation of our ever-preserved love. we were sent for. look you. To what end. be even and direct with me. Ros. dear friends. and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal. it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame.] Nay. I have of late. and there is a kind of confession in your looks. Ham. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving. whether you were sent for or no. my lord? Ham.] What say you? Ham. and indeed.–why. But let me conjure you. I will tell you why.–lost all my mirth. [Aside. by the rights of our fellowship. Why. come. and your secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. Guil. nay. You were sent for. then. What should we say. hold not off. Ros.

How comes it? do they grow rusty? Ros. there was no such stuff in my thoughts. my lord. little eyases. that cry out on the top . when I said ’Man delights not me’ ? Ros. He that plays the king shall be welcome. Why did you laugh then. Ham. To think. no. the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o’ the sere. an aery of children. if you delight not in man. what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you: we coted them on the way. and hither are they coming to offer you service. though by your smiling you seem to say so. was better both ways. their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but there is. the lover shall not sigh gratis. Ros. My lord. How chances it they travel? their residence. the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation. sir.–the tragedians of the city. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so followed? Ros. what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. Even those you were wont to take such delight in. No. indeed. Ham. Ham. and the lady shall say her mind freely. the humorous man shall end his part in peace. Ham. What players are they? Ros.–his majesty shall have tribute of me. Ham. or the blank verse shall halt for’t.65 beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet. both in reputation and profit. Nay. Ros. nor woman neither. to me. are they not.

66 of question. and are most tyrannically clapped for’t: these are now the fashion. Ham.] Guil. What. a hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little. forty. give twenty. come: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb. and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy: there was. my lord.–as it is most like. 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.–that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills and dare scarce come thither. [Flourish of trumpets within. O. lest my extent to the players. Ham. and so berattle the common stages. fifty. should more appear like . ’Sblood. you are welcome to Elsinore.–so they call them. There are the players. no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. Ham. if philosophy could find it out. Do the boys carry it away? Ros.–their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession? Ros. Ham. for awhile. Gentlemen. that they do. Hercules and his load too. and those that would make mouths at him while my father lived. Ay. there has been much throwing about of brains. if their means are no better. for my uncle is king of Denmark. if they should grow themselves to common players. Faith. there is something in this more than natural. which I tell you must show fairly outward. Ham. It is not very strange. there has been much to do on both sides. Your hands. Is’t possible? Guil.

You are welcome: but my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived. I have news to tell you. [Enter Polonius. Hark you. pastoral-comical. scene individable. Guil.67 entertainment than yours. Ham.] Pol. mark it. for they say an old man is twice a child. comedy.– Pol. I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. these are . I have news to tell you. buzz! Pol. When Roscius was an actor in Rome. or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy nor Plautus too light. Buzz.– Pol.–at each ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts. gentlemen! Ham. The actors are come hither. Pol. ’twas so indeed. tragical-comical-historical-pastoral. pastoral. Guildenstern. Well be with you. my lord. Happily he’s the second time come to them. sir: o’ Monday morning. Ham.– Ham. either for tragedy. tragical-historical. historical-pastoral. Upon my honour. history. Then came each actor on his ass.–and you too. For the law of writ and the liberty. my dear lord? Ham. In what.–You say right. I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. My lord. The best actors in the world. My lord. Ham. Ros.

–O. my lord. welcome. then. Nay. Am I not i’ the right. I have a daughter that I love passing well. all:–I am glad to see thee well.–Masters. that follows not. like a piece of uncurrent gold. my lord? Ham. be not cracked within the ring. as most like it was–’ The first row of the pious chanson will show you more. judge of Israel. good friends. you know. God wot. Why– ’One fair daughter. If you call me Jephthah. masters. Ham. my lord? Ham. . my young lady and mistress! By’r lady. O Jephthah. your voice.] You are welcome. for look where my abridgment comes. comest thou to beard me in Denmark?–What.’ Pol. The which he loved passing well.] Still on my daughter. What treasure had he. a passionate speech. We’ll e’en to’t like French falconers. [Aside. Why– ’As by lot. by the altitude of a chopine. your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last.–welcome. ’It came to pass. What follows. my old friend! Thy face is valanc’d since I saw thee last. what a treasure hadst thou! Pol. Pray God. fly at anything we see: we’ll have a speech straight: come. give us a taste of your quality: come. Ham. old Jephthah? Pol.68 the only men. and no more. Ham. you are all welcome. [Enter four or five Players. Pol.’ and then.

One speech in it I chiefly loved: ’twas AEneas’ tale to Dido. but called it an honest method. I remember. head to foot Now is be total gules.–as I received it.69 I Play. begin at this line. for the play. What speech. one said there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury. And thus o’ersized with coagulate gore. as wholesome as sweet. whose judgments in such matters cried in the top of mine. nor no matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affectation.– Hath now this dread and black complexion smear’d With heraldry more dismal. and others. with good accent and good discretion. With eyes like carbuncles. well spoken. Anon he finds him.– it is not so:– it begins with Pyrrhus:– ’The rugged Pyrrhus. but it was. Bak’d and impasted with the parching streets. let me see:– The rugged Pyrrhus. I remember.’ So. pleased not the million. horridly trick’d With blood of fathers. not above once. sons. Striking too short at Greeks: his antique sword. the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks. I heard thee speak me a speech once.–but it was never acted. That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire. or if it was. my lord? Ham. Black as his purpose. my lord. set down with as much modesty as cunning. proceed you. like th’ Hyrcanian beast.did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse. I Play. Pol. mothers. and by very much more handsome than fine. ’Fore God. and thereabout of it especially where he speaks of Priam’s slaughter: if it live in your memory.–let me see.–he whose sable arms. daughters. well digested in the scenes. .–an excellent play. ’twas caviare to the general.

– Out. As low as to the fiends! Pol. Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam. And never did the Cyclops’ hammers fall On Mars’s armour. And. in rage strikes wide. But as we often see.70 Rebellious to his arm. like a neutral to his will and matter. Ham. Then senseless Ilium. Pyrrhus at Priam drives.– Ham. It shall to the barber’s. against some storm. But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls. come to Hecuba. or he sleeps:–say on.– He’s for a jig or a tale of bawdry.–Pr’ythee say on. O who. thou strumpet. forg’d for proof eterne. But who. The bold winds speechless. Fortune! All you gods. Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel. Repugnant to command: unequal match’d. with your beard. after Pyrrhus’ pause. A silence in the heavens. had seen the mobled queen. Did nothing. And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven. ’The mobled queen’ ? . out. A roused vengeance sets him new a-work. lies where it falls. I Play. Pyrrhus stood. Seeming to feel this blow. and the orb below As hush as death. In general synod. take away her power. seem’d i’ the air to stick: So. With less remorse than Pyrrhus’ bleeding sword Now falls on Priam. anon the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region. so. as a painted tyrant. and with a hideous crash Takes prisoner Pyrrhus’ ear: for lo! his sword. This is too long. the rack stand still. with flaming top Stoops to his base.

– Who this had seen. Pol. threatening the flames With bisson rheum. Run barefoot up and down.– Good my lord. I Play.71 Pol. no more! Ham. we’ll hear a play to-morrow. a clout upon that head Where late the diadem stood. with tongue in venom steep’d. in the alarm of fear caught up. [Exeunt Polonius with all the Players but the First. Pol. Ham.– Unless things mortal move them not at all. will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear? Let them be well used. ’Tis well.] .– Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven. whether he has not turn’d his colour. I’ll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs. Take them in. Odd’s bodikin. Pol. friends. Follow him. for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time. Look. My lord. And passion in the gods. Ham. better: use every man after his desert.–Pray you. Come. I will use them according to their desert. after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. That’s good! ’Mobled queen’ is good. The instant burst of clamour that she made. man. and has tears in’s eyes. ’Gainst Fortune’s state would treason have pronounc’d: But if the gods themselves did see her then. About her lank and all o’erteemed loins. sirs. A blanket. and for a robe. and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve. the more merit is in your bounty.

old friend? Can you play ’The Murder of Gonzago’ ? I Play. Make mad the guilty. Ay.]. and appal the free. and look you mock him not. The very faculties of eyes and ears.] Ham. A broken voice. or he to Hecuba.–Follow that lord. That he should weep for her? What would he do. what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here. Ham. Ay. [Exit First Player. . Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wan’d. my lord. You could. indeed. distraction in’s aspect. Very well.] –My good friends [to Ros. O. We’ll ha’t to-morrow night. But in a fiction. and amaze. Tears in his eyes. I’ll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and insert in’t? could you not? I Play. in a dream of passion.72 Dost thou hear me. God b’ wi’ ye! Now I am alone. 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. and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba? What’s Hecuba to him. for a need. Good my lord! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. so. Ay. and Guild. Confound the ignorant. my lord. Ros. Ham.

73 Yet I. and lack gall To make oppression bitter. I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver’d. And can say nothing. sitting at a play. will speak With most miraculous organ. yea. I know my course. For murder. ha? ’Swounds. like a whore. though it have no tongue. and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy. That I. lecherous. unpregnant of my cause. no. Must. Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim’d their malefactions. A dull and muddy-mettled rascal.– . I’ll tent him to the quick: if he but blench. Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell. I’ll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I’ll observe his looks. what an ass am I! This is most brave. A scullion! Fie upon’t! foh!–About.– As he is very potent with such spirits. unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing like a very drab. Like John-a-dreams. the son of a dear father murder’d. vengeance! Why. bawdy villain! Remorseless. not for a king Upon whose property and most dear life A damn’d defeat was made. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave’s offal: bloody. treacherous. my brain! I have heard That guilty creatures. peak. 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. kindless villain! O.

74 Abuses me to damn me: I’ll have grounds More relative than this.–the play’s the thing Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king. [Exit.] .

Queen. Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? Ros. Did he receive you well? Ros.] King. A room in the Castle. keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. Queen. He does confess he feels himself distracted. Polonius. Queen. Guil. Ophelia. [Enter King. And can you. and Guildenstern. Niggard of question. Get from him why he puts on this confusion. Guil. but. Did you assay him 75 . by no drift of circumstance. But with much forcing of his disposition. with a crafty madness. But. Rosencrantz. of our demands. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.ACT III. Ros. Most free in his reply. Most like a gentleman. Scene I. But from what cause he will by no means speak.

as ’twere by accident. That he. And gather by him. it so fell out that certain players We o’er-raught on the way: of these we told him. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. may here Affront Ophelia: Her father and myself. And drive his purpose on to these delights.76 To any pastime? Ros. King. Sweet Gertrude. Ophelia. leave us too. For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither. With all my heart. and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin’d. To both your honours.– Will so bestow ourselves that. my lord. as I think.– Good gentlemen. unseen. give him a further edge. they have already order This night to play before him. I shall obey you:– And for your part. as he is behav’d. And.] King. Ros. We shall. If’t be the affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for. And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: they are about the court. Pol. Madam. We may of their encounter frankly judge. 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. seeing. Queen. And he beseech’d me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. ’Tis most true. .–lawful espials.

[Aside. or not to be. my lord.–Gracious. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. Ophelia.] O.] Pol. That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. ’tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot’s cheek.] [Enter Hamlet. To be. I hear him coming: let’s withdraw. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil. We will bestow ourselves. beautied with plastering art.] Ham.– To sleep! perchance to dream:–ay.– No more. To die. [Exeunt King and Polonius. Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden! Pol.] Read on this book.– ’Tis too much prov’d. Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life. And by opposing end them?–To die. there’s the rub. Madam.–that with devotion’s visage And pious action we do sugar o’er The Devil himself.–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.77 Oph.–to sleep. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.–We are oft to blame in this.–[To Ophelia. and by a sleep to say we end The heartache. [Exit Queen.–’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. walk you here. so please you. I wish it may. and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to.–to sleep. King. .

How does your honour for this many a day? Ham. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear.–Soft you now! The fair Ophelia!–Nymph. No. and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. you know right well you did. for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. I pray you. And lose the name of action. The insolence of office. And enterprises of great pith and moment. I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to re-deliver. With this regard. And with them words of so sweet breath compos’d As made the things more rich. not I. Ham. Oph. their perfume lost. I humbly thank you. well. Good my lord. now receive them. I never gave you aught.– The undiscover’d country. And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought. . To grunt and sweat under a weary life.78 The oppressor’s wrong.–puzzles the will. And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d. from whose bourn No traveller returns. My lord. My honour’d lord. the law’s delay. Oph. the proud man’s contumely. well. Take these again. But that the dread of something after death. their currents turn awry. Oph. The pangs of despis’d love. well.

That if you be honest and fair. Oph. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves. Oph. Could beauty. Oph. my lord. I was the more deceived. Ay. Ha. or time to act them in. believe none of us. revengeful. Ham. . Are you fair? Oph. Where’s your father? Oph. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest. your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. You should not have believ’d me. What means your lordship? Ham. ambitious. ha! are you honest? Oph. truly. My lord? Ham. my lord. my lord. Ham.79 There. Go thy ways to a nunnery. you made me believe so. imagination to give them shape. but now the time gives it proof. Ham. with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in. I did love you once. all. Indeed. for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox. but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud.

for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. I have heard of your paintings too. out of tune and harsh. we will have no moe marriages: those that are married already.] . you amble. I say.–quite. Get thee to a nunnery. go. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason. scholar’s. God hath given you one face. it hath made me mad. of ladies most deject and wretched That suck’d the honey of his music vows. I’ll no more on’t. as pure as snow. quite down! And I. soldier’s. Or. [Exit. my lord. Farewell. To a nunnery. To a nunnery. that he may play the fool nowhere but in’s own house. thou shalt not escape calumny. shall live. if thou wilt needs marry. all but one. and quickly too. I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. see what I see! [Re-enter King and Polonius.80 At home. That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O. marry a fool. Let the doors be shut upon him. O heavenly powers. If thou dost marry. Ham. go: farewell. tongue.– be thou as chaste as ice. sword. and make your wantonness your ignorance. what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier’s. well enough. The observ’d of all observers. Like sweet bells jangled. eye. woe is me. you sweet heavens! Ham. Oph. O. and you lisp. help him. The expectancy and rose of the fair state. O. Go to.] Oph. restore him! Ham. Farewell. go. The glass of fashion and the mould of form. the rest shall keep as they are. Oph. To have seen what I have seen. and you make yourselves another: you jig. and nickname God’s creatures.

–How now. With variable objects. though it lack’d form a little.81 King. . If she find him not. There’s something in his soul O’er which his melancholy sits on brood. after the play. and countries different.] Scene II. [Exeunt. Was not like madness. Nor what he spake. We heard it all. Speak the speech.–My lord. A hall in the Castle. It shall be so: Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go. But if you hold it fit. It shall do well: but yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love. 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. What think you on’t? Pol. [Enter Hamlet and cartain Players. as I pronounced it to you. Ophelia! You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said. shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart. or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think. Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus ¿From fashion of himself. Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief: let her be round with him. And I’ll be plac’d. so please you.] Ham. King. do as you please. I pray you. And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger: which for to prevent. To England send him. Love! his affections do not that way tend. in the ear Of all their conference.

82 trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the cars of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you avoid it. I Player. I warrant your honour. Ham. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o’erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as ’twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own image, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance, o’erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play,–and heard others praise, and that highly,–not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature’s journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. I Player. I hope we have reform’d that indifferently with us, sir. Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the meantime some necessary

83 question of the play be then to be considered: that’s villanous and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready. [Exeunt Players.] [Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.] How now, my lord! will the king hear this piece of work? Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. Ham. Bid the players make haste. [Exit Polonius.] Will you two help to hasten them? Ros. and Guil. We will, my lord. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil.] Ham. What, ho, Horatio! [Enter Horatio.] Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service. Ham. Horatio, thou art e’en as just a man As e’er my conversation cop’d withal. Hor. O, my dear lord,– Ham. Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter’d? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal’d thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards

84 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. Give me that man That is not passion’s slave, and I will wear him In my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.–Something too much of this.– There is a play to-night before the king; One scene of it comes near the circumstance, Which I have told thee, of my father’s death: I pr’ythee, when thou see’st that act a-foot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen; And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan’s stithy. Give him heedful note; For I mine eyes will rivet to his face; And, after, we will both our judgments join In censure of his seeming. Hor. Well, my lord: If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, And scape detecting, I will pay the theft. Ham. They are coming to the play. I must be idle: Get you a place. [Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others.] King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent, i’ faith; of the chameleon’s dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine. Ham.

] Pol. Do you think I meant country matters? Oph. Brutus killed me. my lord. I did enact Julius Caesar. Ay.] Oph. Ay. they stay upon your patience. Ham. nor mine now. here’s metal more attractive.] Ham. No. sit by me. my lord? Ham. No. Come hither. my lord. good mother. My lord. Lady. That did I. What did you enact? Pol. I was kill’d i’ the Capitol. you say? [To Polonius. Queen.85 No. Ham. my dear Hamlet. my lord. . Ham. That’s a fair thought to lie between maids’ legs. my lord. I mean. you play’d once i’ the university. What is. Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Ham. my head upon your lap? Oph. O.–Be the players ready? Ros. Ham. ho! do you mark that? [To the King. shall I lie in your lap? [Lying down at Ophelia’s feet. Oph. I think nothing. Pol. and was accounted a good actor. my lord.

comes in again. but in the end accepts his love.86 Nothing.] Oph. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts. kisses it. my lord? Ham. O heavens! die two months ago. I? Oph. Oph. she seems loth and unwilling awhile. . Who. The dumb show enters. O. He takes her up. he must build churches then.] [Exeunt. 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. the hobby-horse is forgot!’ [Trumpets sound. by’r lady. for. with the hobby-horse. seeming to lament with her. Anon comes in a fellow. Nay. and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she. my lord. She kneels. seeing him asleep.] [Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly. The Queen returns. finds the King dead. my lord. Ay. takes off his crown. this is miching mallecho. Ham. and not forgotten yet? Then there’s hope a great man’s memory may outlive his life half a year: but. Oph. the Queen embracing him and he her. Oph. O. O. and makes show of protestation unto him. and exit. whose epitaph is ’For. You are merry. or else shall he suffer not thinking on. Ham. Ham. Marry. it means mischief. let the devil wear black. and makes passionate action. So long? Nay then. ’tis twice two months. my lord. The dead body is carried away. for I’ll have a suit of sables. and my father died within ’s two hours. What means this. leaves him. pours poison in the king’s ears.

woe is me. You are naught. Here stooping to your clemency. he’ll not shame to tell you what it means. Ham. and for our tragedy. they’ll tell all. Full thirty times hath Phoebus’ cart gone round Neptune’s salt wash and Tellus’ orbed ground. Discomfort you. or any show that you’ll show him: be not you ashamed to show. [Enter a King and a Queen. Queen. That I distrust you.] P. Yet. my lord. And thirty dozen moons with borrow’d sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been. my lord. So far from cheer and from your former state. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o’er ere love be done! But. or the posy of a ring? Oph. Oph. Is this a prologue. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel. Since love our hearts. Unite commutual in most sacred bands. it nothing must: For women’s fear and love holds quantity. and Hymen did our hands. . Pro. For us. ’Tis brief. you are naught: I’ll mark the play. Ham.87 Belike this show imports the argument of the play. you are so sick of late. though I distrust. As woman’s love. Ay. King. Oph. P. [Enter Prologue.] Ham. Will he tell us what this show meant? Ham. We beg your hearing patiently.

But fall unshaken when they mellow be. great love grows there.] Wormwood. love. but none of love. King. P. Honour’d. Of violent birth. proof hath made you know. my fear is so: Where love is great. Faith. like fruit unripe. 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. wormwood! P. A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed. But what we do determine oft we break. I must leave thee. Ham. [Aside. but poor validity: Which now. grief doth most lament. Now. or in extremity. the littlest doubts are fear. King. P. what my love is. O. .88 In neither aught. doth the purpose lose. My operant powers their functions leave to do: And thou shalt live in this fair world behind. And as my love is siz’d.– P. joy grieves. The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift. Grief joys. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy: Where joy most revels. Queen. Most necessary ’tis that we forget To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: What to ourselves in passion we propose. and shortly too. and haply one as kind For husband shalt thou. belov’d. on slender accident. Where little fears grow great. Queen. I do believe you think what now you speak. sticks on the tree. Purpose is but the slave to memory. The passion ending.

leave me here awhile. And hitherto doth love on fortune tend: For who not needs shall never lack a friend. once a widow. orderly to end where I begun. you mark his favourite flies. For ’tis a question left us yet to prove. Madam. Queen. And never come mischance between us twain! [Exit. [Sleeps. and it destroy! Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife. But. Sweet. their ends none of our own: So think thou wilt no second husband wed. If she should break it now! [To Ophelia. My spirits grow dull. how like you this play? . and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.– Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. The great man down. ever I be wife! Ham. 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. King. ’Tis deeply sworn. P. Nor earth to me give food. Queen. nor ’tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change.89 This world is not for aye. Our thoughts are ours. Directly seasons him his enemy.] Ham. If. Sleep rock thy brain.] P. or else fortune love. And who in want a hollow friend doth try. The poor advanc’d makes friends of enemies.] P. Whether love lead fortune.

[Enter Lucianus. O. ’tis a knavish piece of work: but what o’ that? your majesty. drugs fit.’ Luc. I could interpret between you and your love. Confederate season.] This is one Lucianus.–Begin. Thoughts black. Oph. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. leave thy damnable faces. The lady protests too much. and begin. Ham. Ham. Still better. and time agreeing. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke’s name. poison in jest. you are keen.90 Queen. else no creature seeing. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in’t? Ham. no offence i’ the world. Baptista: you shall see anon. So you must take your husbands. You are a good chorus. our withers are unwrung. and we that have free souls. nephew to the King. pox. King. no! They do but jest. my lord. No. his wife. and worse. murderer. King. Oph. how? Tropically. Marry. Ham. if I could see the puppets dallying. methinks. but she’ll keep her word. it touches us not: let the gall’d jade wince. Ham. The Mouse-trap. Come:–’The croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. You are keen. my lord. hands apt. Oph. . What do you call the play? Ham.

Lights. Ham. sir? Hor. sir. Half a share.] Ham. lights! [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.– Would not this. while some must sleep: So runs the world away. O Damon dear. A whole one. Give o’er the play. and written in very choice Italian. and a forest of feathers–if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me. For thou dost know. This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself. The King rises. thrice infected. With Hecate’s ban thrice blasted. very–pajock. Oph. you shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife. let the strucken deer go weep. lights. For some must watch. and now reigns here A very.] Ham. Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately. Give me some light:–away! All.–with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes. King. get me a fellowship in a cry of players. . [Pours the poison into the sleeper’s ears. I.91 Thou mixture rank. frighted with false fire! Queen. The hart ungalled play. Ham. Why. of midnight weeds collected. What. His name’s Gonzago: The story is extant. He poisons him i’ the garden for’s estate. How fares my lord? Pol.

] Guil. Very well. rather with choler. what of him? Guil. my lord. Good my lord. No. I’ll take the ghost’s word for a thousand pound! Didst perceive? Hor. a whole history. ha!–Come. Ham. Good my lord. . for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.92 Hor. Ham. Ham. Guil. sir– Ham. Ay. sir? Guil. O good Horatio. some music! [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. perdy. I did very well note him. some music! Come. marvellous distempered. Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning?– Hor. in his retirement. Guil. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor. Sir. Ham. my lord. put your discourse into some frame. belike he likes it not. Why then. Come. the recorders!– For if the king like not the comedy. Is. With drink. The king. sir. vouchsafe me a word with you. and start not so wildly from my affair. You might have rhymed. Ah.

such answer as I can make. your mother. what is your cause of distemper? you do. you say. I am tame. Ham. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Sir. you shall command. in most great affliction of spirit. I will do your mother’s commandment: if not. good my lord. Make you a wholesome answer. my lord? Ham. sir. my mother: therefore no more. You are welcome. We shall obey. by these pickers and stealers. Guil. Good my lord. And so I do still. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer. my wit’s diseased: but. as you say. Ros. Guil. you once did love me. Ham. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. . Nay. surely. Ham. hath sent me to you. My lord. or rather. that can so stonish a mother!–But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother’s admiration? Ros. I cannot. What. sir:–pronounce.– Ros. O wonderful son. but to the matter: my mother. Guil. Ham. Ham.93 Ham. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. this courtesy is not of the right breed. were she ten times our mother. The queen.

Why. my love is too unmannerly. I have not the skill. I do beseech you. these are the stops. Ham. O my lord. with recorders. Guil.94 bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend. I lack advancement. [Re-enter the Players. the recorders:–let me see one. Ham. my lord. as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. if my duty be too bold. when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. you would . Ros. Ham.] O. look you now. but ’While the grass grows’–the proverb is something musty. Ham. Believe me. and it will discourse most eloquent music. no touch of it. I do not well understand that. I cannot. I pray you. Ham. sir. Ay. Sir. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. I cannot. how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me. give it breath with your mouth. How can that be. Will you play upon this pipe? Guil.–To withdraw with you:–why do you go about to recover the wind of me. My lord. Look you. Guil. ’Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and thumb. Guil. you would seem to know my stops. Ham. I know.

–They fool me to the top of my bent. yet cannot you make it speak. [Exit. Pol. the queen would speak with you.] ’Tis now the very witching time of night. Very like a whale. Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Pol.95 pluck out the heart of my mystery. Hor. and there is much music. By the mass. [Exeunt Ros. Then will I come to my mother by and by. though you can fret me.– . I will say so. Ham. you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. Or like a whale. And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.. and Players. and presently. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. Pol. do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will. [Enter Polonius. It is backed like a weasel. Soft! now to my mother. My lord. Ham. [Exit Polonius. in this little organ.] God bless you.] Ham. sir! Pol. When churchyards yawn. Ham. By-and-by is easily said.. Guil. you cannot play upon me. and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood. ’Sblood.] –Leave me. and ’tis like a camel indeed. excellent voice. Ham.–I will come by and by. friends.

My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Let me be cruel. To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis’d and adjoin’d. which. consent! [Exit.– How in my words somever she be shent. lose not thy nature. but like a gulf doth draw What’s near it with it: it is a massy wheel.] King. Therefore prepare you. To keep itself from ’noyance. A room in the Castle. I like him not. Fix’d on the summit of the highest mount. Each small annexment. nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Never alone . and Guildenstern. Ros. [Enter King. The single and peculiar life is bound. 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. To give them seals never. The cease of majesty Dies not alone.] Scene III. my soul. 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. when it falls. I will speak daggers to her. but use none. I your commission will forthwith dispatch.96 O heart. Attends the boisterous ruin. not unnatural. Rosencrantz. petty consequence. With all the strength and armour of the mind. but much more That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest The lives of many. Guil.

For we will fetters put upon this fear. Ros and Guil. Or pardon’d being down? Then I’ll look up.] [Enter Polonius.– A brother’s murder!–Pray can I not.– To be forestalled ere we come to fall. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother’s blood. Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent. Arm you. what form of prayer . I stand in pause where I shall first begin. My lord. Fare you well. And. like a man to double business bound. King. dear my lord. And tell you what I know.– 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. as you said. [Exeunt Ros. it smells to heaven. and wisely was it said. he’s going to his mother’s closet: Behind the arras I’ll convey myself To hear the process. Thanks. my offence is rank. O. But. and Guil. Which now goes too free-footed. should o’erhear The speech. ’Tis meet that some more audience than a mother. My fault is past. I pray you. I’ll warrant she’ll tax him home: And. Since nature makes them partial. of vantage. King. It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t. my liege: I’ll call upon you ere you go to bed. but with a general groan. We will haste us. to this speedy voyage.97 Did the king sigh.] O. [Exit Polonius. And both neglect.] Pol.

and my queen. mine own ambition. And so am I reveng’d. And now I’ll do’t. as flush as May. since I am still possess’d Of those effects for which I did the murder. ’Tis heavy with him: and am I. To give in evidence. not revenge.– My crown. He took my father grossly. his sole son. Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults.] [Enter Hamlet. now he is praying. then. I.] Ham. do this same villain send To heaven. this is hire and salary. and for that. To take him in the purging of his soul. who knows save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought. [Retires and kneels. O. with strings of steel. And how his audit stands. 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.–that would be scann’d: A villain kills my father. struggling to be free. but ’tis not so above. full of bread. and. angels! Make assay: Bow. When he is fit and season’d for his passage? . Art more engag’d! Help. Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! All may be well. May one be pardon’d and retain the offence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice.–and so he goes to heaven. heart. reveng’d.–there the action lies In his true nature. With all his crimes broad blown. and we ourselves compell’d.98 Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!– That cannot be. Now might I do it pat. There is no shuffling. stubborn knees. that. And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law.

Another room in the castle. . that his heels may kick at heaven. [Within. He will come straight. [Exit.] [The King rises and advances.99 No. And that his soul may be as damn’d and black As hell. mother. sword. I’ll silence me e’en here.] Scene IV. Now. or about some act That has no relish of salvation in’t. Ham. whereto it goes. or in his rage. My words fly up. [Exit.] Pol. thou hast thy father much offended. mother. Up. [Polonius goes behind the arras.] [Enter Hamlet. what’s the matter? Queen. And that your grace hath screen’d and stood between Much heat and him. My mother stays: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. be round with him. I hear him coming. I’ll warrant you: Fear me not:–withdraw.] Mother. mother! Queen.] Ham. Hamlet. and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep.– Then trip him. Look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with. Ham. my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.] King. At gaming. [Enter Queen and Polonius. swearing. Pray you. Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

you shall not budge. [Behind. by the rood. O me. your husband’s brother’s wife. help! Ham. come. ho! Pol. And. No. Queen. help.–would it were not so!–you are my mother. Hamlet! Ham. Go.100 Mother. Nay. Why. what hast thou done? Ham. help. Come.] Dead for a ducat. I am slain! [Falls and dies.] Pol. [Behind. I’ll set those to you that can speak. then. how now. you answer with an idle tongue. come. Ham. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Ham. not so: You are the Queen. Nay.] . dead! [Makes a pass through the arras. ho! help. How now? a rat? [Draws.] What. Come. and sit you down. Queen. go. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?– Help.] Queen. Queen.] O. Have you forgot me? Ham. What’s the matter now? Queen. Queen. you question with a wicked tongue. you have my father much offended. I know not: is it the king? [Draws forth Polonius.

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Queen. that thou dar’st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me? Ham. lady. good mother. Ah me. If it be made of penetrable stuff. Thou find’st to be too busy is some danger. With tristful visage. Yea. As kill a king and marry with his brother. Ay. Queen.– Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down. As kill a king! Ham. If damned custom have not braz’d it so That it is proof and bulwark against sense. makes marriage-vows As false as dicers’ oaths: O. such a deed As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul. And let me wring your heart: for so I shall.101 Queen. Calls virtue hypocrite. What have I done. farewell! [To Polonius. ’twas my word. and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words: heaven’s face doth glow. takes off the rose ¿From the fair forehead of an innocent love. what act. what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ham. And sets a blister there. That roars so loud. rash.– Thou wretched.] I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune. as against the doom. O. A bloody deed!–almost as bad. this solidity and compound mass. intruding fool. Queen. and thunders in the index? Ham. Is thought-sick at the act. .

102 Look here upon this picture. to threaten and command. Queen. And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense. indeed. sure. for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame. And reason panders will. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed. A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form. And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love. To give the world assurance of a man. 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.–Look you now what follows: Here is your husband. See what a grace was seated on this brow. If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones. Ears without hands or eyes. smelling sans all. Hyperion’s curls. like a milldew’d ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Since frost itself as actively doth burn. O Hamlet. feeling without sight. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell. for madness would not err. Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. the front of Jove himself. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge.– The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. you have. This was your husband. What devil was’t That thus hath cozen’d you at hoodman-blind? Eyes without feeling. and on this. Else could you not have motion: but sure that sense Is apoplex’d. speak no more: . An eye like Mars. it’s humble.

You heavenly guards!–What would your gracious figure? Queen. lets go by The important acting of your dread command? O. This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. he’s mad! Ham. Alas. Ham. say! Ghost. a vice of kings. Nay. Stew’d in corruption. Do you not come your tardy son to chide. No more. step between her and her fighting soul. speak to me no more. but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed.103 Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul. Ham. A king of shreds and patches!– [Enter Ghost. No more. And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. honeying and making love Over the nasty sty. O. Do not forget. sweet Hamlet. A murderer and a villain. These words like daggers enter in mine ears. A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord. That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket! Queen. That. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule. look. But. Ham.– Queen. laps’d in time and passion.– . amazement on thy mother sits: O.] Save me and hover o’er me with your wings.

104 Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works,– Speak to her, Hamlet. Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen. Alas, how is’t with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Start up and stand an end. O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look? Ham. On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoin’d, preaching to stones, Would make them capable.–Do not look upon me; Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects: then what I have to do Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Queen. To whom do you speak this? Ham. Do you see nothing there? Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see. Ham. Nor did you nothing hear? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he liv’d! Look, where he goes, even now out at the portal! [Exit Ghost.] Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain:

105 This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Ham. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music: it is not madness That I have utter’d: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass, but my madness speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what’s past; avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. Queen. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night: but go not to mine uncle’s bed; Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,– That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good-night: And when you are desirous to be bles’d,

106 I’ll blessing beg of you.–For this same lord [Pointing to Polonius.] I do repent; but heaven hath pleas’d it so, To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So again, good-night.– I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.– One word more, good lady. Queen. What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn’d fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. ’Twere good you let him know; For who that’s but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? No, in despite of sense and secrecy, Unpeg the basket on the house’s top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England; you know that? Queen. Alack, I had forgot: ’tis so concluded on.

– Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d. mother.] . good-night. and most grave. ’tis most sweet. [Exeunt severally. sir. When in one line two crafts directly meet. Let it work. to draw toward an end with you:– Good night. most secret.– This man shall set me packing: I’ll lug the guts into the neighbour room. this counsellor Is now most still. dragging out Polonius. There’s letters seal’d: and my two schoolfellows. Come.107 Ham. Hamlet.–Indeed. they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery.– They bear the mandate. Who was in life a foolish peating knave. 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.– Mother.

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Where is your son? Queen. Scene I. King. kills The unseen good old man. To you yourself. O heavy deed! It had been so with us. whose providence Should have kept short.] King. Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Queen. who go out. what have I seen to-night! King. Whips out his rapier. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. to every one. Queen. and out of haunt 109 . [Enter King. [To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Mad as the sea and wind. restrain’d. Bestow this place on us a little while.] Ah. to us. There’s matter in these sighs. Alas. had we been there: His liberty is full of threats to all. What. A room in the Castle.ACT IV. when both contend Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit Behind the arras hearing something stir. These profound heaves You must translate: ’tis fit we understand them. cries ’A rat. how shall this bloody deed be answer’d? It will be laid to us. a rat!’ And in this brainish apprehension. my good lord.

O Gertrude.– Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter. . To keep it from divulging. go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain. Another room in the Castle. As level as the cannon to his blank. Safely stowed. like the owner of a foul disease. But so much was our love We would not understand what was most fit.] Friends both. come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. speak fair.110 This mad young man. And let them know both what we mean to do And what’s untimely done: so haply slander. [Exeunt. I pray you. and bring the body Into the chapel. [Enter Hamlet. 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. we’ll call up our wisest friends. like some ore Among a mineral of metals base. And hit the woundless air.–may miss our name. To draw apart the body he hath kill’d: O’er whom his very madness. Guildenstern! [Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. let it feed Even on the pith of life. King. And from his mother’s closet hath he dragg’d him: Go seek him out. But. Gertrude.] Scene II.] Ham. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.–Ho.] Come. Where is he gone? Queen.–O. haste in this. Transports his poison’d shot.

Ros. And bear it to the chapel. and.111 Ros. Tell us where ’tis. Take you me for a sponge. whereto ’tis kin. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. but the king is not with the body. Believe what? Ham. I understand you not. Ham. sir. it is but squeezing you. Ham. Besides. Ros. My lord. you must tell us where the body is and go with us to the king.] Ros. his rewards. you shall be dry again. to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned. my lord. [Within. [Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. sponge. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them. and Guil. What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O. that we may take it thence. to be demanded of a sponge!–what replication should be made by the son of a king? Ros. Do not believe it. Ros. . his authorities.] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Ham. with the dead body? Ham. my lord? Ham. first mouthed. that soaks up the King’s countenance. That I can keep your counsel. The body is with the king. my lord. here they come. Ros. What have you done. and not mine own. Compounded it with dust. like an ape. Ay. in the corner of his jaw.

Ho. to know your pleasure. Guildenstern! bring in my lord. This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are reliev’d. the offender’s scourge is weigh’d.] King. but their eyes. A thing. my lord. Or not at all. Now.attended. 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. But where is he? Ros. We cannot get from him. Where the dead body is bestow’d.] How now! what hath befall’n? Ros. Hamlet. Another room in the Castle. my lord! Ham. And where ’tis so. I have sent to seek him and to find the body. Bring him before us. [Enter Rosencrantz. guarded. Ros.] King. and all after. where’s Polonius? . But never the offence. [Exeunt.– Guil.] Scene III. my lord. [Enter King. Without. Who like not in their judgment. To bear all smooth and even. Hide fox. Of nothing: bring me to him.112 The king is a thing. [Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern. King. King.

At supper. this deed. King. but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him.– Which we do tender. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.] Ham. for thine especial safety.–must send thee hence With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself. as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done.–two dishes.] King. seek him i’ the other place yourself. you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. but to one table: that’s the end. Where is Polonius? Ham. Go seek him there.113 Ham. indeed. What dost thou mean by this? Ham. At supper! where? Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king. He will stay till you come. But. [To some Attendants. alas! Ham. [Exeunt Attendants. if you find him not within this month. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us. and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service. King. King. King. Hamlet. Alas. Not where he eats. King. In heaven: send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there. .

Hamlet. Thy loving father. and the wind at help. Ham. I’ll have him hence to-night: Away! for everything is seal’d and done That else leans on the affair: pray you. dear mother. and so. Delay it not. my mother. England. Follow him at foot. if thou knew’st our purposes.–But. Ham. King. make haste. and everything is bent For England. By letters conjuring to that effect. Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword. England. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. man and wife is one flesh.] . My mother: father and mother is man and wife. and thy free awe Pays homage to us. The present death of Hamlet. And thou must cure me: till I know ’tis done. for England! [Exit. So is it.– As my great power thereof may give thee sense. For England! King. Ay. if my love thou hold’st at aught. I see a cherub that sees them. which imports at full. Ham. [Exit.114 The bark is ready. For like the hectic in my blood he rages. come. The associates tend.] And. Hamlet. King.–thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process.–Come. Howe’er my haps. Ham. Good. my joys were ne’er begun. for England!– Farewell. Do it.] King. tempt him with speed aboard.

And let him know so. Captain. and with no addition. [Enter Fortinbras. You know the rendezvous. Who commands them. &c. If that his majesty would aught with us. They are of Norway. How purpos’d. Ham. Truly to speak. Guildenstern. Go. and Forces. To pay five ducats. Or for some frontier? Capt. [Exeunt all For. Go softly on. and Forces marching. five. Ham. Fortinbras.] Ham. sir. Good sir.] For. sir. Against some part of Poland.115 Scene IV. Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promis’d march Over his kingdom. sir. Rosencrantz. Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole .] [Enter Hamlet. from me greet the Danish king: Tell him that. A plain in Denmark. I would not farm it. Goes it against the main of Poland. Ham. The nephew to old Norway. We shall express our duty in his eye. whose powers are these? Capt. I will do’t. sir? Capt. I pray you? Capt. my lord. by his license. Capt. We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name. For.

and will.– A thought which. should it be sold in fee. sir. sir. Sure he that made us with such large discourse. gross as earth.’ Sith I have cause. and shows no cause without Why the man dies. exhort me: Witness this army. Makes mouths at the invisible event. no more. Capt. Why. Ham. Yes. or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event.] Ros. That inward breaks. Looking before and after.116 A ranker rate. I’ll be with you straight. Led by a delicate and tender prince.–I humbly thank you. Now. Examples.–I do not know Why yet I live to say ’This thing’s to do. it is already garrison’d. Capt. and means To do’t. If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast. of such mass and charge. . gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus’d. Will’t please you go. and strength. Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw: This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace. hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward. quarter’d. Go a little before. Ham. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. my lord? Ham. then the Polack never will defend it.] How all occasions do inform against me And spur my dull revenge! What is a man. whether it be Bestial oblivion. God b’ wi’ you. Whose spirit. [Exit. with divine ambition puff’d.

indeed distract: Her mood will needs be pitied. Excitements of my reason and my blood. . Queen. Gent. death. Go to their graves like beds. She is importunate. Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument. a mother stain’d. Which. from this time forth.] Scene V. What would she have? Gent. Indeed would make one think there might be thought. or be nothing worth! [Exit. and hems. speaks things in doubt. I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That. Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection. and beats her heart. and nods. to my shame. and gestures yield them. and danger dare. fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause. And let all sleep? while. then. says she hears There’s tricks i’ the world. That have a father kill’d. for a fantasy and trick of fame. Elsinore. [Enter Queen and Horatio. A room in the Castle. She speaks much of her father. That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour’s at the stake. I will not speak with her. And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts.117 Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune. Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain?–O. they aim at it. How stand I. Spurns enviously at straws.] Queen. as her winks. My thoughts be bloody.

Ophelia? Oph.] White his shroud as the mountain snow. sweet lady.118 Though nothing sure. my lord! . At his heels a stone. [Re-enter Horatio with Ophelia. Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss: So full of artless jealousy is guilt. He is dead and gone. [Sings. yet much unhappily. mark. ’Twere good she were spoken with. How now. Let her come in. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. [Enter King. mark. [Sings. Pray you. Alas. Say you? nay. but Ophelia– Oph. Nay. Queen. look here. what imports this song? Oph. pray you. for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. lady. Alas.] How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle bat and’ staff And his sandal shoon.] Oph. as sin’s true nature is.] He is dead and gone. [Sings.] Queen. At his head a grass green turf. Queen. [Exit Horatio.] To my sick soul. It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Queen.

say you this: [Sings. Alack. pretty lady? Oph. Pray you. How do you. Let in the maid. Indeed. Then up he rose and donn’d his clothes. [Sings. and fie for shame! Young men will do’t if they come to’t. And I a maid at your window. I’ll make an end on’t: [Sings. King. And dupp’d the chamber door.119 Oph. Conceit upon her father. before you tumbled me. but when they ask you what it means. by yonder sun. let’s have no words of this. God dild you! They say the owl was a baker’s daughter. without an oath. To be your Valentine. Lord. So would I ha’ done. Well. By cock. Oph. Pretty Ophelia! Oph. that out a maid Never departed more.] To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day All in the morning bedtime.] Larded all with sweet flowers. You promis’d me to wed. Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. An thou hadst not come to my bed. King. la. . Quoth she.] By Gis and by Saint Charity. but know not what we may be. we know what we are. they are to blame. God be at your table! King.

[Exit. your son gone. My brother shall know of it: and so I thank you for your good counsel. what noise is this? King. this. and as much containing as all these. of matter beggar’d. [A noise within. I hope all will be well. Wherein necessity. me superfluous death.] O. O Gertrude. Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. her father slain: Next. this is the poison of deep grief. Where are my Switzers? let them guard the door. give her good watch. to think they would lay him i’ the cold ground. Alack. good night. and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her fair judgment. keeps himself in clouds. Her brother is in secret come from France. [Exit Horatio. How long hath she been thus? Oph. But in battalions! First. good night. O my dear Gertrude.–Come.120 King. my coach!–Good night. I pray you.] Queen. . in many places Give. Like to a murdering piece. Feeds on his wonder. Follow her close. Gertrude. sweet ladies. good night. they come not single spies. ladies. and he most violent author Of his own just remove: the people muddied. Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers For good Polonius’ death. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep. When sorrows come. And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his father’s death. Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts: Last.] King. it springs All from her father’s death.

Laer. The ratifiers and props of every word. Give me my father! Queen. No.121 [Enter a Gentleman.] What is the matter? Gent. good Laertes. We will. hands. armed. Where is this king?–Sirs. That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! O. Calmly. overpeering of his list. Laer. Danes. brands the harlot . Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes. Danes.–O thou vile king. in a riotous head. O’erbears your offices. The rabble call him lord. I thank you:–keep the door. as the world were now but to begin. you false Danish dogs! [A noise within. The doors are broke.] Laer. And. stand you all without. [Enter Laertes. [They retire without the door. They cry ’Choose we! Laertes shall be king!’ Caps. this is counter. Danes following. I pray you. Save yourself. give me leave. Cries cuckold to my father. ’Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!’ Queen.] King. my lord: The ocean. let’s come in. custom not known.] Laer. and tongues applaud it to the clouds. Antiquity forgot. we will.

do not fear our person: There’s such divinity doth hedge a king. is’t writ in your revenge That. to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace. My will. Acts little of his will.–Tell me. Let him demand his fill. sweepstake. Queen. I’ll husband them so well. Gertrude:– Speak. King. Good Laertes. They shall go far with little. man. Laer. Dead.–Let him go. Let come what comes. If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father’s death. King. That treason can but peep to what it would. between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother. What is the cause.– That both the worlds.122 Even here. only I’ll be reveng’d Most throughly for my father. you will draw both friend and foe. Gertrude. Laertes. Who shall stay you? Laer. Laer. Where is my father? King. . But not by him. I give to negligence. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?– Let him go. not all the world: And for my means. King. Laertes. How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with: To hell. allegiance! vows. to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation:–to this point I stand. Why thou art thus incens’d. King.

Will you know them then? Laer. fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. thy madness shall be paid by weight. That I am guiltless of your father’s death. Danes. O rose of May! Dear maid.123 Winner and loser? Laer. And am most sensibly in grief for it. dry up my brains! tears seven times salt. kind sister. Till our scale turn the beam. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!– By heaven. my dove! . None but his enemies.– Fare you well.] O heat. now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman. And. hey nonny And on his grave rain’d many a tear. King. [Sings. How now! What noise is that? [Re-enter Ophelia. Repast them with my blood. It shall as level to your judgment pierce As day does to your eye. Laer. nonny. To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms. and where ’tis fine.] They bore him barefac’d on the bier Hey no nonny. Oph. King. It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. [Within] Let her come in. Why. like the kind life-rendering pelican. 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.

All flaxen was his poll: He is gone. and didst persuade revenge. Oph. Thought and affliction. Oph. She turns to favour and to prettiness.] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. Hadst thou thy wits. I pray God. that’s for thoughts. but they wither’d all when my father died:–they say he made a good end. passion. remember: and there is pansies. There’s fennel for you. Oph. Laer. that’s for remembrance. Laer. hell itself. no. pray. love. and columbines:–there’s rue for you. how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward. His beard was as white as snow.124 Laer.– Laer. This nothing’s more than matter. and here’s some for me:–we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays:–O. It could not move thus. You must sing ’Down a-down. that stole his master’s daughter. There’s rosemary.–God b’ wi’ ye.– [Sings. he is gone.–There’s a daisy:–I would give you some violets. an you call him a-down-a. A document in madness.] And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No. he is dead. Go to thy death-bed. He never will come again. you must wear your rue with a difference. Oph.–thoughts and remembrance fitted. And we cast away moan: God ha’ mercy on his soul! And of all Christian souls.’ O. . [Sings.

And they shall hear and judge ’twixt you and me. To you in satisfaction. [Exit Servant. Our crown. That I must call’t in question. [Enter Horatio and a Servant. and all that we call ours. as ’twere from heaven to earth. So you shall.] Scene VI. Another room in the Castle. Laer. If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch’d. Go but apart. And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content. Sailors. I must commune with your grief. nor hatchment o’er his bones.] . we will our kingdom give. No noble rite nor formal ostentation. Hor. [Exeunt. Do you see this.] Hor. Let this be so. Let them come in. sword. Laertes. Or you deny me right. His means of death. his obscure burial. sir: they say they have letters for you. but if not. I pray you go with me. Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.125 [Exit. our life. What are they that would speak with me? Servant. Be you content to lend your patience to us. King. And where the offence is let the great axe fall.– No trophy.] Laer.– Cry to be heard. O God? King.

and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. give these fellows some means to the king: they have letters for him.–it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England. Finding ourselves too slow of sail. yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. [Enter Sailors. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal.126 I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted. Let him bless thee too. we put on a compelled valour. sir. He that thou knowest thine.] ’Horatio. Sailor. when thou shalt have overlooked this. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. [Exeunt.] King. sir. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb. And do’t the speedier. Ere we were two days old at sea. Let the king have the letters I have sent. They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they did. so I alone became their prisoner. that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase. God bless you. if not from Lord Hamlet. Hor. [Reads.] Scene VII. [Enter King and Laertes. He shall. And you must put me in your heart for friend. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Another room in the Castle. . I am to do a good turn for them. as I am let to know it is.’ Come. There’s a letter for you. I will give you way for these your letters.] I Sailor. and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship. HAMLET. if your name be Horatio. an’t please him. Hor. sir. Farewell.

seem much unsinew’d. Laer. so that my arrows. for two special reasons. as the star moves not but in his sphere. O. Too slightly timber’d for so loud a wind. And so have I a noble father lost. wisdom.– She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul.– My virtue or my plague. and for myself. all things else. The other motive. Who. I could not but by her. Would have reverted to my bow again. Why to a public count I might not go. and we love ourself.– Whose worth. King. Break not your sleeps for that:–you must not think That we are made of stuff so flat and dull That we can let our beard be shook with danger. You shortly shall hear more: I lov’d your father. But yet to me they are strong. As by your safety. You mainly were stirr’d up. like the spring that turneth wood to stone. King. A sister driven into desperate terms. . Convert his gyves to graces. It well appears:–but tell me Why you proceeded not against these feats. Stood challenger on mount of all the age For her perfections:–but my revenge will come. That he which hath your noble father slain Pursu’d my life. So crimeful and so capital in nature. be it either which. The queen his mother Lives almost by his looks. And not where I had aim’d them. And think it pastime. Is the great love the general gender bear him. That. Would. Laer. Which may to you. perhaps. dipping all his faults in their affection.127 Sith you have heard. and with a knowing ear. if praises may go back again.

–You shall know I am set naked on your kingdom.] [Reads]’High and mighty.128 And that. I hope. my lord.’ Can you advise me? Laer. Leave us.– As how should it be so? how otherwise?– Will you be rul’d by me? Laer. I am lost in it. Know you the hand? King. you shall hear them. my lord. I saw them not: They were given me by Claudio:–he receiv’d them Of him that brought them. King. my lord. Laertes.’ What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Or is it some abuse. Letters. and no such thing? Laer. recount the occasions of my sudden and more strange return. they say. ’Thus didest thou.’ King. he says ’alone. Sailors. ¿From Hamlet! Who brought them? Mess. But let him come. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shall.] How now! What news? Mess. King. HAMLET. It warms the very sickness in my heart That I shall live and tell him to his teeth. [Exit Messenger. If it be so. Laertes. first asking your pardon thereunto. this to the queen. will teach you to imagine. . ’Tis Hamlet’s character:–’Naked!’– And in a postscript here.– [Enter a Messenger. from Hamlet: This to your majesty.

If he be now return’d– As checking at his voyage.– I’ve seen myself. Importing health and graveness.129 Ay. Laer. And that in Hamlet’s hearing. Laer. for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears Than settled age his sables and his weeds. for a quality Wherein they say you shine: your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him As did that one. What part is that. As had he been incorps’d and demi-natur’d With the brave beast: so far he topp’d my thought . Of the unworthiest siege. My lord. To thine own peace. You have been talk’d of since your travel much. Yet needful too. now ripe in my device. in my regard. Here was a gentleman of Normandy. and that. Under the which he shall not choose but fall: And for his death no wind shall breathe. King. I will be rul’d. the French. and that he means No more to undertake it. And to such wondrous doing brought his horse. my lord. So you will not o’errule me to a peace. It falls right.–Two months since. The rather if you could devise it so That I might be the organ. A very riband in the cap of youth. King. And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Had witchcraft in’t: he grew unto his seat. But even his mother shall uncharge the practice And call it accident.–I will work him To exploit. and serv’d against. my lord? King.

was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow. Not that I think you did not love your father.130 That I. . Laer. nor eye. I know him well: he is the brooch indeed And gem of all the nation. A Norman. Laer. And gave you such a masterly report For art and exercise in your defence. Laer. He made confession of you. If you oppos’d them. But that I know love is begun by time. in forgery of shapes and tricks. And for your rapier most especially. Sir. Come short of what he did. And that I see. King. 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. Lamond. had neither motion. A face without a heart? Laer. guard. Laertes. my lord? King. out of this. King. That he cried out.– Laer. Now. to play with him. What out of this. The very same. ’twould be a sight indeed If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation He swore. Upon my life. Why ask you this? King. A Norman was’t? King. in passages of proof.

Laer. Will not peruse the foils. Collected from all simples that have virtue Under the moon. That hurts by easing. in a pass of practice. I bought an unction of a mountebank. Dies in his own too much: that we would do. indeed. For goodness. Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare. and. No place. keep close within your chamber. Will you do this. So mortal that. We should do when we would. can save the thing from death . and free from all contriving. but dip a knife in it. I will do’t: And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword. And then this ’should’ is like a spendthrift sigh. Most generous. being remiss. are hands. To cut his throat i’ the church.131 Time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it. are accidents. growing to a plurisy. good Laertes. 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. 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. Requite him for your father. Or with a little shuffling. And nothing is at a like goodness still. you may choose A sword unbated. But. so that with ease. should murder sanctuarize. for this ’would’ changes. bring you in fine together And wager on your heads: he. Revenge should have no bounds. King. And hath abatements and delays as many As there are tongues.

and long purples. awhile they bore her up. That liberal shepherds give a grosser name. sweet queen! Queen. nettles. Let’s further think of this. an envious sliver broke. daisies. King.– As make your bouts more violent to that end.] How now. There. . whereon but sipping. One woe doth tread upon another’s heel.– I ha’t: When in your motion you are hot and dry. ’Twere better not assay’d: therefore this project Should have a back or second. that might hold If this did blast in proof. Her clothes spread wide. [Enter Queen.– And that he calls for drink. Laer. So fast they follow:–your sister’s drown’d.132 This is but scratch’d withal: I’ll touch my point With this contagion. And that our drift look through our bad performance. There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crowflowers. If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck. And. But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them. Weigh what convenience both of time and means May fit us to our shape: if this should fail. mermaid-like. on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clamb’ring to hang. Soft! let me see:– We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings. I’ll have prepar’d him A chalice for the nonce. When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. It may be death. if I gall him slightly. There is a willow grows aslant a brook. Our purpose may hold there. That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream. Laertes. where? Queen. Drown’d! O. that.

that fain would blaze. then she is drown’d? Queen. Gertrude. Or like a creature native and indu’d Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments.133 Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes. As one incapable of her own distress. Laer. And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet It is our trick.–Adieu. Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. But that this folly douts it. poor Ophelia. my lord: I have a speech of fire. Drown’d. drown’d. [Exit. The woman will be out.] King. Therefore let’s follow. How much I had to do to calm his rage! Now fear I this will give it start again. nature her custom holds.] . Let shame say what it will: when these are gone. Alas. Let’s follow. [Exeunt. Laer. heavy with their drink. Too much of water hast thou.

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] 1 Clown. unless she drowned herself in her own defence? 2 Clown. But is this law? 135 . It must be se offendendo. with spades. she drowned herself wittingly. For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly. Nay. it cannot be else. How can that be. he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. Give me leave. goodman delver. [Enter two Clowns. it is. good: if the man go to this water and drown himself. and therefore make her grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her. ’tis found so. Here lies the water. it argues an act: and an act hath three branches. and finds it Christian burial. good: here stands the man. he drowns not himself. 2 Clown. argal. 2 Clown. A churchyard. will he. I tell thee she is. he goes. &c. Why.–mark you that: but if the water come to him and drown him. but hear you.ACT V. it is to act.– 1 Clown. Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation? 2 Clown. to do. nill he. Scene I. 1 Clown. and to perform: argal. 1 Clown.

thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the church. Was he a gentleman? 1 Clown. she should have been buried out o’ Christian burial. or the carpenter? 2 Clown. The gallows-maker. argal. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners.136 1 Clown. 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. He was the first that ever bore arms. the shipwright. and unyoke. Go to. marry. come. 1 Clown. the gallows may do well to thee. What. a shipwright. 2 Clown. my spade. Why. Who builds stronger than a mason. . he had none. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason. 2 Clown. I like thy wit well. Ay. but how does it well? it does well to those that do ill: now. in good faith: the gallows does well.–Come. for that frame outlives a thousand tenants. To’t again. is’t–crowner’s quest law.– 2 Clown. Ay. and grave-makers: they hold up Adam’s profession. 1 Clown. Why. 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. 1 Clown. 1 Clown. Will you ha’ the truth on’t? If this had not been a gentlewoman. tell me that. 2 Clown. 2 Clown. or a carpenter? 1 Clown. confess thyself. ditchers.

for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating. [Enter Hamlet and Horatio. and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground. Hath claw’d me in his clutch. Marry.137 2 Clown. that he sings at grave-making? Hor. say ’a grave-maker. Go.] 1 Clown. my behove. with his stealing steps. O. did love. fetch me a stoup of liquor. ah.] But age. Methought it was very sweet. that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a politician.] Ham. get thee to Yaughan. Ham. Cudgel thy brains no more about it.’ the houses he makes last till doomsday. As if I had never been such.] [Digs and sings. Ham. 1 Clown.as if ’twere Cain’s jawbone. methought there was nothing meet. O. and when you are asked this question next. [Exit Second Clown. 2 Clown. To contract. [Sings. [Throws up a skull. I cannot tell. the time for.] In youth when I did love. Has this fellow no feeling of his business. To’t. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. . Mass. And hath shipp’d me intil the land. at a distance. ’Tis e’en so: the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. now I can tell. That skull had a tongue in it. 1 Clown.

[Throws up another skull]. my lord. [Sings. and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in’s time a great buyer of land. Ham. might it not? Hor. his tenures. his double vouchers. an we had the trick to see’t. and knocked about the mazard with a sexton’s spade: here’s fine revolution. one that would circumvent God. which could say ’Good morrow.] A pickaxe and a spade. his fines. Ham. his quillets. than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will scarcely lie in this box. Why. ha? . There’s another: why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at loggets with ’em? mine ache to think on’t. and must the inheritor himself have no more. For and a shrouding sheet. 1 Clown. that praised my lord such-a-one’s horse when he meant to beg it. his cases. with his statutes. my lord. Ham. It might. and the recovery of his recoveries. his recognizances. a spade. and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel. Or of a courtier. his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines. good lord?’ This might be my lord such-a-one. sweet lord! How dost thou. Ay.–might it not? Hor. and double ones too. chapless. to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases. a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. e’en so: and now my Lady Worm’s.138 which this ass now o’erreaches. O.

I do not lie in’t. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. For none neither. sir. not for the quick. Who is to be buried in’t? 1 Clown. to be in’t and say it is thine: ’tis for the dead. What woman then? 1 Clown. What man dost thou dig it for? 1 Clown. One that was a woman. Ham. but. ’t will away again from me to you. For no man. Mine. sir. sir.139 Hor. a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet. And of calf-skins too. sir.] O. I think it be thine indeed. Thou dost lie in’t. sir? 1 Clown.–Whose grave’s this. and therefore ’tis not yours: for my part. ’Tis a quick lie. 1 Clown. Ham. therefore thou liest. or . my lord. sir. Ham. rest her soul. Ham. I will speak to this fellow. for thou liest in’t. Ham. Ham. yet it is mine. she’s dead. 1 Clown. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? Hor. Ham. You lie out on’t. How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card. Not a jot more. Ham. Ay. [Sings. my lord.

I came to’t that day that our last King Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. e’en with losing his wits. Ham. man and boy. and sent into England. Ham. Ham. Why. Why? 1 Clown. it’s no great matter there. How long will a man lie i’ the earth ere he rot? 1 Clown. they say.–How long hast thou been a grave-maker? 1 Clown. Ham.140 equivocation will undo us. the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe. these three years I have taken note of it. By the Lord. How strangely? 1 Clown.–he that is mad. Horatio. Ham. marry. if he do not. How came he mad? 1 Clown. Very strangely. here in Denmark: I have been sexton here. Of all the days i’ the year. because he was mad: he shall recover his wits there. or. How long is that since? 1 Clown. Upon what ground? 1 Clown. ’Twill not he seen in him there. Ham. Ay. Ham. . there the men are as mad as he. Why. thirty years. why was be sent into England? 1 Clown. Faith. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it was the very day that young Hamlet was born.

Nay. and now. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! ’a pour’d a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. Horatio.–Pr’ythee. his hide is so tann’d with his trade that he will keep out water a great while. This? 1 Clown. and tell her. Let me see. [Takes the skull. This same skull. to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now. that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now. to this favour she must come. A whoreson.141 Faith. Ham. Whose was it? 1 Clown.–he will last you some eight year or nine year: a tanner will last you nine year. let her paint an inch thick. if he be not rotten before he die. Hor. and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. 1 Clown. . Why. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment. mad fellow’s it was: whose do you think it was? Ham. make her laugh at that. Here hung those lips that I have kiss’d I know not how oft.] Alas. sir. tell me one thing. a fellow of infinite jest. was Yorick’s skull. Ham. Ham. I know not. Horatio. sir. this skull hath lain in the earth three-and-twenty years. of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times.–as we have many pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in. get you to my lady’s chamber. the king’s jester. poor Yorick!–I knew him. E’en that. Here’s a skull now. how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Why he more than another? 1 Clown. Ham.

E’en so. my lord? Ham. and likelihood to lead it: as thus: Alexander died. Ham.142 What’s that. 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. King. . and Mourners following. Ham. and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they not stop a beer-barrel? Imperious Caesar.] Hor. &c. 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. the dust is earth. ’Twere to consider too curiously to consider so. in procession. Alexander was buried. &c. the corpse of Ophelia. my lord. Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. O. [Retiring with Horatio. but to follow him thither with modesty enough. What ceremony else? Ham.] The queen. dead and turn’d to clay. E’en so. And smelt so? Pah! [Throws down the skull.] Laer. Ham. Couch we awhile and mark. Queen. To what base uses we may return. their Trains. Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this fashion i’ the earth? Hor. Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole? Hor. not a jot. Alexander returneth into dust. Laertes. faith. [Enter priests. No. of earth we make loam.

143 That is Laertes, A very noble youth: mark. Laer. What ceremony else? 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg’d As we have warranties: her death was doubtful; And, but that great command o’ersways the order, She should in ground unsanctified have lodg’d Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her, Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home Of bell and burial. Laer. Must there no more be done? 1 Priest. No more be done; We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls. Laer. Lay her i’ the earth;– And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!–I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be When thou liest howling. Ham. What, the fair Ophelia? Queen. Sweets to the sweet: farewell. [Scattering flowers.] I hop’d thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife; I thought thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid, And not have strew’d thy grave. Laer. O, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that cursed head

144 Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Depriv’d thee of!–Hold off the earth awhile, Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: [Leaps into the grave.] Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Till of this flat a mountain you have made, To o’ertop old Pelion or the skyish head Of blue Olympus. Ham. [Advancing.] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps into the grave.] Laer. The devil take thy soul! [Grappling with him.] Ham. Thou pray’st not well. I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat; For, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous, Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand! King. Pluck them asunder. Queen. Hamlet! Hamlet! All. Gentlemen!– Hor. Good my lord, be quiet. [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.] Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag. Queen.

145 O my son, what theme? Ham. I lov’d Ophelia; forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.–What wilt thou do for her? King. O, he is mad, Laertes. Queen. For love of God, forbear him! Ham. ’Swounds, 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.–Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with leaping in her grave? Be buried quick with her, and so will I: And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou’lt mouth, I’ll rant as well as thou. Queen. This is mere madness: And thus a while the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclos’d, His silence will sit drooping. Ham. Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you use me thus? I lov’d you ever: but it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit.] King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.– [Exit Horatio.] [To Laertes]

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. Rough-hew them how we will. That is most certain.– Larded with many several sorts of reasons.] Ham. set some watch over your son. and that should teach us There’s a divinity that shapes our ends. We’ll put the matter to the present push. . in the dark Grop’d I to find out them: had my desire. Finger’d their packet. Hor. So much for this. Our indiscretion sometime serves us well. withdrew To mine own room again: making so bold.– Good Gertrude. in fine.] Scene II.– This grave shall have a living monument: An hour of quiet shortly shall we see. where I found. Sir. Horatio. sir: now let me see the other. Rashly. Up from my cabin. Remember it.–let us know. My sea-gown scarf’d about me. Till then in patience our proceeding be. A hall in the Castle. Ham. My fears forgetting manners. O royal knavery! an exact command. to unseal Their grand commission. You do remember all the circumstance? Hor. and. And prais’d be rashness for it. [Enter Hamlet and Horatio. Importing Denmark’s health. and England’s too. [Exeunt.146 Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech. When our deep plots do fail. my lord! Ham.

Hor. As love between them like the palm might flourish.– As England was his faithful tributary. Is’t possible? Ham.– Or I could make a prologue to my brains. My head should be struck off. Here’s the commission: read it at more leisure. Hor. good my lord. Devis’d a new commission. No. not to stay the grinding of the axe. ho! such bugs and goblins in my life. How was this seal’d? Ham. sir. now It did me yeoman’s service. Why. And many such-like as’s of great charge. .–I sat me down.147 With. Without debatement further. But wilt thou bear me how I did proceed? Hor.– That. and labour’d much How to forget that learning. more or less. I beseech you. as our statists do. on the supervise. As peace should still her wheaten garland wear And stand a comma ’tween their amities. on the view and know of these contents. even in that was heaven ordinant. He should the bearers put to sudden death. but. Being thus benetted round with villanies. Not shriving-time allow’d. A baseness to write fair. Ay. wrote it fair: I once did hold it. Ham.– That. Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king. Wilt thou know The effect of what I wrote? Hor. They had begun the play. no leisure bated.

man. the next day Was our sea-fight. Hor. It will be short: the interim is mine. Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t. Subscrib’d it: gave’t the impression. The changeling never known. Now. Popp’d in between the election and my hopes. Why. sure. the bravery of his grief did put me . Why. They are not near my conscience. stand me now upon. plac’d it safely. For by the image of my cause I see The portraiture of his: I’ll court his favours: But. they did make love to this employment. 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. thinks’t thee. Which was the model of that Danish seal: Folded the writ up in the form of the other. what a king is this! Ham. and whor’d my mother. 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. But I am very sorry.– He that hath kill’d my king. Does it not. Ham. And a man’s life is no more than to say One. Ham. It must be shortly known to him from England What is the issue of the business there.148 I had my father’s signet in my purse. good Horatio. and what to this was sequent Thou know’st already. That to Laertes I forgot myself. Thrown out his angle for my proper life.

But. Osr. spacious in the possession of dirt. my lord. this is the matter. Dost know this water-fly? Hor. sir. as I say. it is very sultry. Peace. Sweet lord. Osr. Hor. Exceedingly. Ham. . ’tis for the head. I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. Ham. No. believe me. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious. but. I thank your lordship. I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. my lord. Ham. and fertile: let a beast be lord of beasts.] Osr. and his crib shall stand at the king’s mess. Sir. ’tis a chough. for ’tis a vice to know him. indeed. He hath much land. remember. his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. my good lord.– Ham.149 Into a towering passion. the wind is northerly. No.] Osr. Ham. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion. who comes here? [Enter Osric. ’tis very cold.– [Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.–as ’twere–I cannot tell how. if your lordship were at leisure. It is indifferent cold. Osr. I beseech you. my lord. Osr. Put your bonnet to his right use. t’is very hot. I humbly thank you.

his definement suffers no perdition in you. in good faith. What imports the nomination of this gentleman? Osr. he is the card or calendar of gentry. . Is’t not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do’t. yet. here is newly come to court Laertes. you are not ignorant. Sir. in the verity of extolment. Of Laertes? Hor. really. I know. in respect of his quick sail. Ham. Sir. The concernancy. sir. of very soft society and great showing: indeed. an absolute gentleman. I would you did. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. believe me. Ham. nothing more. Ham. Ham. and yet but yaw neither. Osr. his semblable is his mirror. for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see. if you did. to speak feelingly of him. full of most excellent differences. sir. I take him to be a soul of great article. and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as. to make true diction of him. sir.– Ham. in good faith. it would not much approve me.150 Nay. I know. for mine ease. all’s golden words are spent. Sir? Hor. Of him. his umbrage.–Well. But. Osr.–though. to divide him inventorially would dizzy the arithmetic of memory. His purse is empty already. and who else would trace him. sir. Osr. sir? why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Osr. in faith.

The king. but in the imputation laid on him by them. I would it might be hangers till then. lest I should compare with him in excellence. in faith. hangers. That’s two of his weapons:–but well. Ham. for his weapon. he shall not exceed you three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine. The phrase would be more german to the matter if we could carry cannon by our sides. sir. as you call it? Osr. Osr. on: six Barbary horses against six French swords. Ham. The carriages. and so: three of the carriages. are very dear to fancy. Osr. in his meed he’s unfellowed. sir. The king. hath wager’d with him six Barbary horses: against the which he has imponed. as girdle. hath laid that. What call you the carriages? Hor. What’s his weapon? Osr. Ham. I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. and three liberal conceited carriages: that’s the French bet against the Danish: why is this all imponed. .151 You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is. with their assigns. Ham. very responsive to the hilts. six French rapiers and poniards. Ham. Osr.– Ham. and of very liberal conceit. I dare not confess that. are the hangers. sir. but to know a man well were to know himself. Rapier and dagger. most delicate carriages. But. in a dozen passes between your and him. sir. and it would come to immediate trial if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer. I mean. their assigns. as I take it.

provided . This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.] Lord. I commend my duty to your lordship. Hor. the opposition of your person in trial.152 How if I answer no? Osr. I am constant to my purposes.] He does well to commend it himself. which carries them through and through the most fanned and winnowed opinions. it is the breathing time of day with me: let the foils be brought. My lord. Shall I re-deliver you e’en so? Ham. To this effect.–and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on. I will win for him if I can. now or whensoever. if not. [Exit Osric. and the king hold his purpose. his majesty commended him to you by young Osric. my lord. the bubbles are out. Ham. mine is ready. the gentleman willing. they follow the king’s pleasure: if his fitness speaks. who brings back to him that you attend him in the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes. after what flourish your nature will. Osr. I mean. sir. Yours. Thus has he. yours. Sir. He did comply with his dug before he suck’d it. Ham. I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits. there are no tongues else for’s turn. and do but blow them to their trial. or that you will take longer time. Ham. [Enter a Lord. a kind of yesty collection. Ham.– only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter. Osr. I will walk here in the hall: if it please his majesty.

and say you are not fit. [The King puts Laertes’ hand into Hamlet’s.] King. Ham. if it be not to come. what is’t to leave betimes? [Enter King. sir: I have done you wrong: . obey it: I will forestall their repair hither. Lords. it will be now. In happy time. since he went into France I have been in continual practice: I shall win at the odds. If your mind dislike anything.] Hor. Hor. She well instructs me. Hamlet. Ham. good my lord. If it be now. The King and Queen and all are coming down. Give me your pardon. Nay.153 I be so able as now. Ham.] Ham. my lord. Queen. Hor. come. But thou wouldst not think how ill all’s here about my heart: but it is no matter. Come. I do not think so. if it be not now. Lord. and take this hand from me. The queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. ’tis not to come. [Exit Lord. Laertes. but it is such a kind of gain-giving as would perhaps trouble a woman. Ham. Osric. we defy augury: there’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.– Ham. It is but foolery. You will lose this wager. Lord. Not a whit. yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves. and Attendants with foils &c.

Ham. Laer. and you must needs have heard. come on. honour. Laertes. one for me. Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet: If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away. 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. Ham.– Give us the foils. Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong’d. Stick fiery off indeed. Sir. I here proclaim was madness. I embrace it freely. Laer. Whose motive. as you are a gentleman. Who does it. then? His madness: if’t be so. I am satisfied in nature. like a star in the darkest night. . What I have done That might your nature. And when he’s not himself does wrong Laertes. But till that time I do receive your offer’d love like love. And will not wrong it. But in my terms of honour I stand aloof. and exception Roughly awake. in this case. His madness is poor Hamlet’s enemy. How I am punish’d with sore distraction. And will this brother’s wager frankly play. Come. Hamlet denies it. I’ll be your foil. in mine ignorance Your skill shall. Then Hamlet does it not.154 But pardon’t. 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. in this audience. This presence knows. should stir me most To my revenge.

Laer. Ham. I do not fear it. Give me the cups. And in the cup an union shall he throw. The king shall drink to Hamlet’s better breath.155 Laer.’–Come. my good lord. The cannons to the heavens. You know the wager? Ham. Give them the foils. . I have seen you both. This is too heavy. my lord. Let all the battlements their ordnance fire. King. by this hand. Ham. This likes me well. No. begin:– And you. young Osric. King. let me see another. And let the kettle to the trumpet speak. the heavens to earth. Cousin Hamlet. Ay. These foils have all a length? [They prepare to play. Come on. But since he’s better’d. Ham. bear a wary eye. King. Your grace has laid the odds o’ the weaker side.] Osr. You mock me. the judges. The trumpet to the cannoneer without. Richer than that which four successive kings In Denmark’s crown have worn. Laer. sir. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.– If Hamlet give the first or second hit. Very well. my lord. sir. Come. Or quit in answer of the third exchange. ’Now the king drinks to Hamlet. we have therefore odds.

Good madam! King.– [Trumpets sound. . set it by awhile.–Another hit. King. Ham.– Come. Ham. Laer.–Hamlet.156 [They play. by-and-by. King. and scant of breath. I do confess.] Laer.] It is the poison’d cup. Here’s to thy health. I will. it is too late. my lord. Ham. Judgment! Osr. I pray you pardon me. I’ll play this bout first. [Aside. Stay. a touch. A touch. One. Well. what say you? [They play. Ham. King. Hamlet.– Here.–again.] Give him the cup. No. give me drink. this pearl is thine. do not drink. He’s fat. take my napkin. A hit. Hamlet. madam. Gertrude.] Ham. Our son shall win. Queen. rub thy brows: The queen carouses to thy fortune. Laer. I dare not drink yet. a very palpable hit. Queen. and cannon shot off within.

come again! [The Queen falls. I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery. How is’t. then. ho! Hor. Osric. Part them. How does the Queen? King. Come.] And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience. . for the third. let me wipe thy face. [They play.] Osr. in scuffling. Laertes: you but dally. They bleed on both sides. Ham. I pray you pass with your best violence: I am afeard you make a wanton of me.] Osr. they are incens’d. Nothing. Laer. neither way. My lord. Ham. they change rapiers. Why. Ham. Come.] King. and Hamlet wounds Laertes. Say you so? come on. Laertes? Laer. Nay. Have at you now! [Laertes wounds Hamlet. Look to the queen there. I do not think’t. Laer. as a woodcock to my own springe.–How is it.157 Queen. King. Laer. [Aside. Laer. my lord? Osr. I’ll hit him now.

noble Hamlet: Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee. Queen. friends! I am but hurt. no! the drink.] Osric and Lords. Treason! treason! King. The point envenom’d too!– Then. murderous. It is a poison temper’d by himself. damned Dane. thou art slain.–Is thy union here? Follow my mother. He is justly serv’d. thou incestuous.158 She swoons to see them bleed. The treacherous instrument is in thy hand. lo. the king’s to blame.] . the drink!–I am poison’d. Unbated and envenom’d: the foul practice Hath turn’d itself on me. O. [King dies. [Dies. Here. In thee there is not half an hour of life.] Ham. yet defend me. Never to rise again: thy mother’s poison’d: I can no more:–the king. the drink!–O my dear Hamlet!– The drink. to thy work. Drink off this potion.] Laer.– Exchange forgiveness with me. [Stabs the King. [Laertes falls. O villany!–Ho! let the door be lock’d: Treachery! seek it out. here I lie. No. Ham.] Laer. Nor thine on me! [Dies. It is here. Ham. Hamlet: Hamlet. No medicine in the world can do thee good. venom.

I could tell you.–Horatio. more and less.] What warlike noise is this? Osr. Thou liv’st. report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied. what a wounded name. I die. O. Ham. To tell my story.– [March afar off. To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley. by heaven.– O good Horatio. I’ll have’t. Absent thee from felicity awhile. Things standing thus unknown.159 Ham.–Wretched queen. shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart. Ham. and shot within.–O. Horatio.–the rest is silence. Had I but time. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. Give me the cup. I am dead.– Here’s yet some liquor left.– I am dead. Which have solicited.] . The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from England. Is strict in his arrest. [Dies. adieu!– You that look pale and tremble at this chance.– But let it be. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain. But I do prophesy the election lights On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice. death. As thou’rt a man. Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. with the occurrents. That are but mutes or audience to this act. let go. Hor. Young Fortinbras. with conquest come from Poland. Horatio.–as this fell sergeant. So tell him.

] [Enter Fortinbras. What is it you will see? If aught of woe or wonder. and you from England. That thou so many princes at a shot So bloodily hast struck? 1 Ambassador. This quarry cries on havoc.160 Hor.–Good night. bloody and unnatural acts. And. Had it the ability of life to thank you: He never gave commandment for their death. cease your search. and others. To tell him his commandment is fulfill’d That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks? Hor. And let me speak to the yet unknowing world How these things came about: so shall you hear Of carnal. Fort. Now cracks a noble heart. casual slaughters. Not from his mouth. Are here arriv’d. Of deaths put on by cunning and forc’d cause. What feast is toward in thine eternal cell. And our affairs from England come too late: The ears are senseless that should give us hearing.–O proud death. so jump upon this bloody question. purposes mistook Fall’n on the inventors’ heads: all this can I .] Fort. in this upshot. sweet prince. give order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view. You from the Polack wars. The sight is dismal. the English Ambassadors. Of accidental judgments. Where is this sight? Hor. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Why does the drum come hither? [March within. But since.

to claim my vantage doth invite me.– Take up the bodies. but here shows much amiss. Fort. Let us haste to hear it.] . The soldiers’ music and the rites of war Speak loudly for him. after the which a peal of ordnance is shot off. Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage. bearing off the dead bodies. For me. Go. Fort. For he was likely. Of that I shall have also cause to speak. [A dead march. Hor. To have prov’d most royally: and. And call the noblest to the audience. for his passage. had he been put on.161 Truly deliver.–Such a sight as this Becomes the field.] [Exeunt. with sorrow I embrace my fortune: I have some rights of memory in this kingdom. And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform’d. Which now. Even while men’s minds are wild: lest more mischance On plots and errors happen. bid the soldiers shoot.

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