Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

William Shakespeare [Collins edition]

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10 HAMLET. PRINCE OF DENMARK William Shakespeare .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell. Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. for madness would not err. sure. Hyperion’s curls. If thou canst mutine in a matron’s bones. To give the world assurance of a man.–Look you now what follows: Here is your husband. like a milldew’d ear Blasting his wholesome brother. What devil was’t That thus hath cozen’d you at hoodman-blind? Eyes without feeling. Queen.– The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow. indeed. And reason panders will. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed. for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame. you have. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge. Since frost itself as actively doth burn. Where every god did seem to set his seal. This was your husband. smelling sans all. Nor sense to ecstacy was ne’er so thrall’d But it reserv’d some quantity of choice To serve in such a difference. feeling without sight.102 Look here upon this picture. To flaming youth let virtue be as wax. And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love. A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill: A combination and a form. speak no more: . Ears without hands or eyes. O Hamlet. And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment Would step from this to this? Sense. to threaten and command. the front of Jove himself. An eye like Mars. Else could you not have motion: but sure that sense Is apoplex’d. it’s humble. and on this.

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

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.

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

108 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet: If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away. then? His madness: if’t be so. in mine ignorance Your skill shall. honour. And when he’s not himself does wrong Laertes. Sir. I embrace it freely. and will no reconcilement Till by some elder masters of known honour I have a voice and precedent of peace To keep my name ungor’d. And will this brother’s wager frankly play. should stir me most To my revenge. and you must needs have heard. How I am punish’d with sore distraction. . in this case. But in my terms of honour I stand aloof. Ham. as you are a gentleman. Who does it.154 But pardon’t. Laer. And will not wrong it. I’ll be your foil. Then Hamlet does it not. one for me. Whose motive. I here proclaim was madness. 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. Hamlet denies it. His madness is poor Hamlet’s enemy. This presence knows. Laer. Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong’d. Come. like a star in the darkest night. Stick fiery off indeed. and exception Roughly awake. come on. I am satisfied in nature.– Give us the foils. in this audience. Laertes. But till that time I do receive your offer’d love like love. What I have done That might your nature. Ham.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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