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THE TRAGEDIE OF

HAMLET, Prince of Denmarke.
by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Based on the Folio Text of 1623

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Shakespeare: First Folio
Table of Contents
The Tragedie of Hamlet . . . Actus Primus. Scoena Prima. Scena Secunda. . . . Scena Tertia. . . . . Actus Secundus. . . . Scena Secunda. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 1 5 11 20 23

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Horatio saies. Fran. Mar. Who’s there? Fran. Tush. Mar. ’twill not appeare. That if againe this Apparition come. Exit Fran. get thee to bed Francisco. Barnardo. Fran. -1- . Bar. Barnardo? Bar. Not a Mouse stirring. And Leige. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus. Therefore I haue intreated him along With vs. Bar. bid them make hast. Friends to this ground. ha’s this thing appear’d againe to night. He may approue our eyes. You come most carefully vpon your houre. Scoena Prima. Mar. welcome good Marcellus. and speake to it. ’tis but our Fantasie. For this releefe much thankes: ’Tis bitter cold. And will not let beleefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight. tush. Welcome Horatio. I thinke I heare them. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold your selfe. what is Horatio there? Hor. Fran. And I am sicke at heart. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Giue you good night. who hath relieu’d you? Fra. Bar. O farwel honest Soldier. A peece of him.men to the Dane. Haue you had quiet Guard? Fran. He. 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels. Fran. Say. Hor. Barnardo ha’s my place: giue you goodnight. Stand: who’s there? Hor. Barn. Long liue the King.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet The Tragedie of Hamlet nn4v Actus Primus. Barn. Fran. twice seene of vs. goodnight. Holla Barnardo. Well. the Riuals of my Watch. to watch the minutes of this Night. I haue seene nothing. What. Mar. Mar. ’Tis now strook twelue. Bar. Bar.

when in an angry parle He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice. Hor. Thus twice before. In the same figure. Mar. Peace. like the King that’s dead. Is it not like the King? Hor. Looke where it comes againe. sit we downe. The Bell then beating one. Mar. Thou art a Scholler. Together with that Faire and Warlike forme In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee speake. When yond same Starre that’s Westward from the Pole Had made his course t’ illume that part of Heauen Where now it burnes. See. With Martiall stalke. What art thou that vsurp’st this time of night. Hora. Mar. Well. Barn. I might not this beleeue Without the sensible and true auouch Of mine owne eyes. Lookes it not like the King? Marke it Horatio. Hor. This boades some strange erruption to our State. -2- . I know not: But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion. Stay: speake. hath he gone by our Watch. Barn. and will not answer. And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this. Hor. Mar. Before my God. ’Tis strange. breake thee of: Enter the Ghost. It would be spoke too. Barn.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 Bar. And let vs once againe assaile your eares. ’Tis gone. Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder Barn. speake: I Charge thee. Exit the Ghost. Barn. In what particular thought to work. and iust at this dead houre. it stalkes away. Last night of all. As thou art to thy selfe. When th’ Ambitious Norwey combatted: So frown’d he once. Question it Horatio. Sit downe a. speake to it Horatio. Marcellus and my selfe. That are so fortified against our Story. Barn. Mar. Mar. Hor. It is offended. What we two Nights haue seene.while. Mar. Such was the very Armour he had on. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale: Is not this something more then Fantasie? What thinke you on’t? Hor. speake.

whose sore Taske Do’s not diuide the Sunday from the weeke. His fell to Hamlet. where it comes againe: Ile crosse it. though it blast me. Of vnimproued Mettle. and Heraldrie. Speake to me. heere and there. If there be any good thing to be done. Stay Illusion: If thou hast any sound. Whose Image euen but now appear’d to vs. behold: Loe. hot and full. and the cheefe head Of this post. & tell me he that knowes Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch. Was (as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway. Hath in the skirts of Norway. Had he bin Vanquisher. to some Enterprize That hath a stomacke in’t: which is no other (And it doth well appeare vnto our State) But to recouer of vs by strong hand And termes Compulsatiue. or vse of Voyce. That may to thee do ease. Did forfeite (with his life) all those his Lands Which he stood seiz’d on. Enter Ghost againe. speak to me. But soft. If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate -3- . to the Conqueror: Against the which.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 Mar. So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land.wrights. For Foode and Diet. Now sir. and grace to me. young Fortinbras. (For so this side of our knowne world esteem’d him) Did slay this Fortinbras: who by a Seal’d Compact. What might be toward. those foresaid Lands So by his Father lost: and this (I take it) Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations. The Sourse of this our Watch. Good now sit downe. And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre: Why such impresse of Ship. and Romage in the Land. as by the same Cou’nant And carriage of the Article designe.hast. Shark’d vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes. Well ratified by Law. [nn5 At least the whisper goes so: Our last King. a Moity competent Was gaged by our King: which had return’d To the Inheritance of Fortinbras.Labourer with the day: Who is’t that can informe me? Hor. That can I. In which. our Valiant Hamlet. that this sweaty hast Doth make the Night ioynt. (Thereto prick’d on by a most emulate Pride) Dar’d to the Combate.

and so gracious is the time. The nights are wholsome. and by my aduice Let vs impart what we haue seene to night Vnto yong Hamlet. Shall I strike at it with my Partizan? Hor. and do in part beleeue it. like a guilty thing Vpon a fearfull Summons. Some sayes. invulnerable. will speake to him: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it. or Fire.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 (Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake. ’Tis gone. when the Cocke crew. then no Planets strike.sounding Throate Awake the God of Day: and at his warning. hyes To his Confine. This Spirit dumbe to vs. The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day. Hor. As needfull in our Loues. This present Obiect made probation. you Spirits oft walke in death) Speake of it. Breake we our Watch vp. We do it wrong. that euer ’gainst that Season comes Wherein our Sauiours Birch is celebrated. So haue I heard. or Ayre. the Morne in Russet mantle clad. Stop it Marcellus. But looke. It was about to speake. For it is as the Ayre.hoorded in thy life Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth. in Earth. and speake. Barn. if thou hast vp. Mar. and I this morning know Where we shall finde him most conueniently. Exeunt -4- . Stay. malicious Mockery. And then it started. Exit Ghost. ’Tis heere. Mar. No Faiery talkes. Hor. I haue heard. Th’ extrauagant. Hor. The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long: And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad. Doth with his lofty and shrill. Mar. if it will not stand. Let do’t I pray. And our vaine blowes. they say. nor Witch hath power to Charme: So hallow’d. fitting our Duty? Mar. being so Maiesticall To offer it the shew of Violence. Whether in Sea. Or. ’Tis heere. And of the truth heerein. Do. For vpon my life. Walkes o’re the dew of yon high Easterne Hill. and erring Spirit. (For which. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke. Barn.

King. and let your hast commend your duty. Haue we. Polonius. Lords Attendant. Gertrude the Queene. Now followes. nor haue we heerein barr’d Your better Wisedomes. With one Auspicious. and with Dirge in Marriage. and you Voltemand. He hath not fayl’d to pester vs with Message. Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage. now our Queene. Vncle of young Fortinbras. more then the scope Of these dilated Articles allow: Farewell. 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 Enter Claudius King of Denmarke. With mirth in Funerall. and one Dropping eye. as ’twere. We haue heere writ To Norway. Therefore our sometimes Sister. and full proportions are all made Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch You good Cornelius. Laertes. scarsely heares Of this his Nephewes purpose. Our State to be disioynt. and for this time of meeting Thus much the businesse is.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet Scena Secunda. In that the Leuies. with a defeated ioy. Importing the surrender of those Lands Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law To our most valiant Brother. and out of Frame. and his Sister O-phelia. Hamlet. For bearing of this greeting to old Norway. Who Impotent and Bedrid. Th’ imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State. Giuing to you no further personall power To businesse with the King. In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole Taken to Wife. and our whole Kingdome To be contracted in one brow of woe: Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature. will we shew our duty. Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted To beare our hearts in greefe. So much for him. The Lists. for all our Thankes. and all things. Enter Voltemand and Cornelius. that you know young Fortinbras. That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him. which haue freely gone With this affaire along. Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death. -5- . In that. Volt. to suppresse His further gate heerein. Together with remembrance of our selues. Holding a weake supposall of our worth. Now for our selfe.

And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon. shewes of Griefe. Queen. And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke. King.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 King. Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father. Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off. Queen. that duty done. Your leaue and fauour to returne to France. and my Sonne? Ham. King. What is’t Laertes? You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane. Ham. A little more then kin. For they are actions that a man might play: -6- . Moods. He hath my Lord: I do beseech you giue him leaue to go. That shall not be my Offer. it is common. it is: I know not Seemes: ’Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother) Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke. That can denote me truly. What would’st thou haue Laertes? Laer. nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye. And now Laertes. Thou know’st ’tis common. heartily farewell. Passing through Nature. How is it that the Clouds still hang on you? Ham. Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage. The Hand more instrumentall to the Mouth. If it be. We doubt it nothing. to Eternity. Together with all Formes. Yet now I must confesse. Do not for euer with thy veyled lids Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust. I am too much i’th’ Sun. all that liues must dye. From whence. Ham. Why seemes it so particular with thee. King. Not so my Lord. Seemes Madam? Nay. though willingly I came to Denmarke To shew my duty in your Coronation. I Madam. Take thy faire houre Laertes. and lesse then kinde. My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France. And thy best graces spend it at thy will: But now my Cosin Hamlet. Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath. What would’st thou beg Laertes. These indeed Seeme. not thy Asking? The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart. time be thine. Haue you your Fathers leaue? What sayes Pollonius? Pol. Dread my Lord. No. And loose your voyce. Exit Voltemand and Cornelius. what’s the newes with you? [nn5v You told vs of some suite.

And with no lesse Nobility of Loue. A fault against the Dead. a fault to Nature. go not to Wittenberg. Why should we in our peeuish Opposition Take it to heart? Fye. We pray you throw to earth This vnpreuayling woe. And the Kings Rouce. and our Sonne. for some terme To do obsequious Sorrow. and thinke of vs As of a Father. what we know must be. No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day. That Father lost. Why ’tis a louing. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet: I prythee stay with vs. and the Suruiuer bound In filiall Obligation. but the Trappings. and a faire Reply. Be as our selfe in Denmarke. It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen. ’tis a fault to Heauen. Do I impart towards you. This gentle and vnforc’d accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart. For let the world take note. in grace whereof. For your intent In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg. Qu. To Reason most absurd. I shall in all my best Obey you Madam. ’Tis sweet and commendable In your Nature Hamlet. lost his. Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne. and vnschool’d: For. and who still hath cried.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 But I haue that Within. These. the Heauens shall bruite againe. bend you to remaine Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye. To giue these mourning duties to your Father: But you must know. Exeunt -7- . It is most retrograde to our desire: And we beseech you. A Heart vnfortified. This must be so. King. But to perseuer In obstinate Condolement. ’Tis vnmanly greefe. your Father lost a Father. and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sence. till he that dyed to day. Our cheefest Courtier Cosin. Respeaking earthly Thunder. But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell. Come away. You are the most immediate to our Throne. From the first Coarse. a Minde impatient. An Vnderstanding simple. King. Ham. which passeth show. whose common Theame Is death of Fathers. Madam come. and the Suites of woe. is a course Of impious stubbornnesse.

I am glad to see you well: Horatio. to post With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets: It is not. fie. (O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason Would haue mourn’d longer) married with mine Vnkle. With which she followed my poore Fathers body Like Niobe. I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir. Mar. So excellent a King. stale. Hor. My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father. Hor. That it should come to this: But two months dead: Nay.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 343 344 345 346 347 348 349 350 351 352 353 354 355 356 357 Manet Hamlet. all teares. She married. flat. and yet within a month? Let me not thinke on’t: Frailty. Within a Moneth? Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes. that was to this Hiperion to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother. Enter Horatio. Thaw. Haile to your Lordship. and vnprofitable Seemes to me all the vses of this world? Fie on’t? Oh fie. and grosse in Nature Possesse it meerely. Ham. The same my Lord. or I do forget my selfe. O God. Ham. euen she. good my Lord. But what in faith make you from Wittemberge? Hor. -8- . nor it cannot come to good. thy name is woman. Oh that this too too solid Flesh. O most wicked speed. not so much. and resolue it selfe into a Dew: Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt His Cannon ’gainst Selfe. Heauen and Earth Must I remember: why she would hang on him. But breake my heart. ’tis an vnweeded Garden That growes to Seed: Things rank. not two. Ham. That he might not beteene the windes of heauen Visit her face too roughly. Then I to Hercules.slaughter. and Marcellus. As if encrease of Appetite had growne By what is fed on. Ile change that name with you: And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? [nn6 Marcellus. or ere those shooes were old. And your poore Seruant euer. A little Month. Ham. Sir my good friend. My good Lord. Why she. Barnardo. for I must hold my tongue. would melt. O God! How weary. A truant disposition.

Indeed my Lord. Ham. Arm’d at all points exactly. each word made true and good. Ham. Hor. the King your Father. Saw? Who? Hor. he was a goodly King. I thinke I saw him yesternight. My father. Ham. Hor. till I may deliuer Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen. Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen.surprized eyes. Within his Truncheons length.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 358 359 360 361 362 363 364 365 366 367 368 369 370 371 372 373 374 375 376 377 378 379 380 381 382 383 384 385 386 387 388 389 390 391 392 393 394 395 396 397 398 399 400 401 402 403 Ham. ere you depart. had these Gentlemen (Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch In the dead wast and middle of the night Beene thus encountred. Oh where my Lord? Ham. Ham. Hor. Whereas they had deliuer’d both in time. The Apparition comes. My Lord. I knew your Father: These hands are not more like. Ham. Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence. Stand dumbe and speake not to him. and with sollemne march Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt. Ham. I saw him once.meats Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables. I know you are no Truant: But what is your affaire in Elsenour? Wee’l teach you to drinke deepe. This to me In dreadfull secrecie impart they did. Thrift thrift Horatio: the Funerall Bakt. Appeares before them. A figure like your Father. I came to see your Fathers Funerall. -9- . me thinkes I see my father. take him for all in all: I shall not look vpon his like againe. The King my Father? Hor. it followed hard vpon. This maruell to you. Hor. To make it truster of your owne report Against your selfe. And I with them the third Night kept the Watch. whilst they bestil’d Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare. For Heauens loue let me heare. Hor. In my minds eye (Horatio) Hor. He was a man. Season your admiration for a while With an attent eare. My Lord. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student) I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding. By their opprest and feare. I would not haue your Enemy say so. My Lord. Two nights together. Cap a Pe. Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio. Forme of the thing.

he wore his Beauer vp. It would haue much amaz’d you. . If it assume my noble Fathers person. But where was this? Mar. though Hell it selfe should gape And bid me hold my peace. And vanisht from our sight. Ham. Arm’d. Ham. Ile speake to it. Ham. Ham. Ham. What. Did you not speake to it? Hor. And fixt his eyes vpon you? Hor. Ham. Ham. My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht. I would I had beene there. Ham. From top to toe? Both. from head to foote. Very like. Ham. Ham. Hor. Ham. O yes. Arm’d. Ile watch to Night. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger. Hor. A Sable Siluer’d. Let it bee treble in your silence still: And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night. but this troubles me. lookt he frowningly? Hor. the Morning Cocke crew lowd. Then saw you not his face? Hor. very like: staid it long? Hor. as I haue seene it in his life. perchance ’twill wake a-|(gaine. But answere made it none: yet once me thought It lifted vp it head. My Lord. And at the sound it shrunke in hast away. Most constantly. or red? Hor. Hor. Nay very pale. indeed Sirs. Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord ’tis true. my Lord. Hor. We doe my Lord. Hold you the watch to Night? Both. My Lord. Not when I saw’t. Ham. longer. Indeed. Longer. And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty To let you know of it. If you haue hitherto conceald this sight. say you? Both.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 404 405 406 407 408 409 410 411 412 413 414 415 416 417 418 419 420 421 422 423 424 425 426 427 428 429 430 431 432 433 434 435 436 437 438 439 440 441 442 443 444 445 446 447 448 449 Ham.10 - . I warrant you it will. While one with moderate hast might tell a hun-|(dred. Pale. Ham. Ham. I did. His Beard was grisly? no. Tis very strange. It was. All. I pray you all. and did addresse It selfe to motion. like as it would speake: But euen then. my Lord.

as mine to you: farewell. I will requite your loues. 461 462 463 464 465 466 467 468 469 470 471 472 473 474 475 476 477 478 479 480 481 482 483 484 485 486 487 488 489 490 491 Enter Laertes and Ophelia. And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib’d Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body. Laer. Perhaps he loues you now. as vnuallued persons doe. Doe you doubt that? Laer. Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloude. The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule Growes wide withall. foule deeds will rise. Whereof he is the Head. doe not sleepe. No more but so. Froward. and the trifling of his fauours. Scena Tertia. not permanent. For Hamlet. Our duty to your Honour. as the Winds giue Benefit. on his choyce depends The sanctity and health of the whole State. sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute? No more. Till then sit still my soule. As he in his peculiar Sect and force May giue his saying deed: which is no further. Carue for himselfe. so fare ye well: Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue. Your loue. Ile visit you. Ophel. For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth: Hee may not. And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch The vertue of his feare: but you must feare [nn6v His greatnesse weigh’d. And Conuoy is assistant. In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes.11 - . It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it. for. Laer. Exit. Then if he sayes he loues you. But let me heare from you. A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature. Exeunt.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 450 451 452 453 454 455 456 457 458 459 Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue. Farewell: And Sister. My necessaries are imbark’t. My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well: I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come. Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall. Ophel. Thinke it no more: For nature cressant does not grow alone. Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies. . his will is not his owne. Ham. All.

If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone: Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes. feare me not. with entertainment Of each vnhatch’t. The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough. And reaks not his owne reade. Or lose your Heart. Grapple them to thy Soule. I shall th’ effect of this good Lesson keepe. But not exprest in fancie. Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue. Be wary then.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 492 493 494 495 496 497 498 499 500 501 502 503 504 505 506 507 508 509 510 511 512 513 514 515 516 517 518 519 520 521 522 523 524 525 526 527 528 529 530 531 532 533 534 535 536 537 Then weight what losse your Honour may sustaine. Feare it Ophelia. Oh. Youth to it selfe rebels. the Infants of the Spring Too oft before the buttons be disclos’d. Ophe. Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen. though none else neere. but by no meanes vulgar: The friends thou hast. rich. I stay too long. but few thy voyce: Take each mans censure. Beware Of entrance to a quarrell: but being in Bear’t that th’ opposed may beware of thee. feare it my deare Sister. or your chast Treasure open To his vnmastred importunity. And you are staid for there: my blessing with you. Contagious blastments are most imminent. Enter Polonius. but here my Father comes: A double blessing is a double grace. but reserue thy iudgement: Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy. Giue euery man thine eare. The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile. with hoopes of Steele: But doe not dull thy palme. As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe. Nor any vnproportion’d thoughts his Act: Be thou familiar. Giue thy thoughts no tongue. Yet heere Laertes? Aboord. not gawdie: For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man. and their adoption tride. Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine Himselfe. . And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth. the Primrose path of dalliance treads. vnfledg’d Comrade.12 - . And these few Precepts in thy memory. If with too credent eare you list his Songs. The Canker Galls. best safety lies in feare. And keepe within the reare of your Affection. Out of the shot and danger of Desire. See thou Character. Laer. aboord for shame. Polon.

giue me vp the truth? Ophe. Affection. as so tis put on me. made many tenders Of his affection to me. Polon. and your Honour. Springes to catch Woodcocks. puh. Polon. well bethought: Tis told me he hath very oft of late Giuen priuate time to you. Which are not starling. For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend: And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry. As it behoues my Daughter. fashion you may call it. And hath giuen countenance to his speech. Polon. go too. I. and you your selfe Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous. thinke your selfe a Baby. Tis in my memory lockt.13 - . My Lord. Polon. Are of a most select and generous cheff in that. what I should thinke. Daughter. And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it. That you haue tane his tenders for true pay. somthing touching the L[ord]. as you call them? Ophe. your seruants tend. This aboue all. You speake like a greene Girle. Polon. as the Night the Day. Ophe. Farewell. Laer. I. What is betweene you. He hath my Lord of late. Polon. he hath importun’d me with loue. my Lord. Ophe. Polon. Exit Laer. The time inuites you. In honourable fashion. What ist Ophelia he hath said to you? Ophe. Doe you beleeue his tenders. Neither a borrower. Roaming it thus. So please you. I do not know. goe. You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely. you’l tender me a foole. Thou canst not then be false to any man. go too. nor a lender be. Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance. to thine owne selfe be true: And it must follow.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 538 539 540 541 542 543 544 545 546 547 548 549 550 551 552 553 554 555 556 557 558 559 560 561 562 563 564 565 566 567 568 569 570 571 572 573 574 575 576 577 578 579 580 581 582 583 And they in France of the best ranck and station. Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase. with all the vowes of Heauen. I doe know When the Bloud burnes. my Lord. Farewell: my Blessing season this in thee. and remember well What I haue said to you. Laer. Laer. Marry Ile teach you. . Tender your selfe more dearly. If it be so. Most humbly doe I take my leaue. Hamlet. And that in way of caution: I must tell you. Farewell Ophelia. My Lord. how Prodigall the Soule Giues the tongue vowes: these blazes. Marry. Ophe.

Haue you so slander any moment leisure.14 - . Mar. For Lord Hamlet. Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds. as it is a making. Then may be giuen you. The better to beguile. come your wayes. Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles. Thou com’st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee. then the obseruance. I thinke it lacks of twelue. You must not take for fire. Then a command to parley. In few. for they are Broakers. As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet: Looke too’t. from this time forth. Exeunt. Ham. I marry ist. Horatio. And to the manner borne: It is a Custome More honour’d in the breach. which their Inuestments show: But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes. it is strooke. And to my mind. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs: Be thou a Spirit of health. Bring with thee ayres from Heauen. It is a nipping and an eager ayre. Marcellus. Looke my Lord. extinct in both. Not of the eye. Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence. This is for all: I would not. Hor. Is it a custome? Ham. . And with a larger tether may he walke. I charge you. Ile call thee Hamlet. Horat. Enter Ghost. Hor. Doe not beleeue his vowes. Enter Hamlet.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 584 585 586 587 588 589 590 591 592 593 594 595 596 597 598 599 600 601 602 603 604 605 606 607 608 609 610 611 612 613 614 615 616 617 618 619 620 621 622 623 624 625 626 627 628 629 Giuing more light then heate. though I am natiue heere. For this time Daughter. What hower now? Hor. No. Euen in their promise. that he is young. Beleeue so much in him. Ophelia. Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the |(season. The King doth wake to night. Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke. or blasts from Hell. Be thy euents wicked or charitable. or Goblin damn’d. [oo1 What does this meane my Lord? Ham. Ham. it comes. I shall obey my Lord. Ham. Set your entreatments at a higher rate. and takes his |(rouse. The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold? Hor. The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge. Ophe. in plaine tearmes. And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe.

Hor. Ham. Why. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord? Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe. Mar. It will not speake: then will I follow it. So horridly to shake our disposition. As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue: Still am I cal’d? Vnhand me Gentlemen: By Heau’n. Ile follow thee. Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature. With thoughts beyond thee. Mar. Be rul’d. No. Hold off your hand. Father. you shall not goe. what should be the feare? I doe not set my life at a pins fee. Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 630 631 632 633 634 635 636 637 638 639 640 641 642 643 644 645 646 647 648 649 650 651 652 653 654 655 656 657 658 659 660 661 662 663 664 665 666 667 668 669 670 671 672 673 674 675 King. Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason. by no meanes. Hor. Royall Dane: Oh. My fate cries out. Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet. Haue burst their cerments. oh. why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn’d. Let me not burst in Ignorance. reaches of our Soules. And there assumes some other horrible forme. And for my Soule. He waxes desperate with imagination. goe on. That beetles o’re his base into the Sea. As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. And draw you into madnesse thinke of it? Ham. Say.15 - . It beckons you to goe away with it. You shall not goe my Lord. To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane? That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground: But doe not goe with it. Ham. It wafts me still: goe on. but tell Why thy Canoniz’d bones Hearsed in death. why is this? wherefore? what should we doe? Ghost beckens Hamlet. Ham. Ham. Hor. Hor. what can it doe to that? Being a thing immortall as it selfe: It waues me forth againe. Hor. Hor. answer me. Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me: I say away. Ile follow it. . Hath op’d his ponderous and Marble iawes. Ile follow thee. And makes each petty Artire in this body. Doe not my Lord.

Ham. Hor. or the thoughts of Loue. Gho. That with wings as swift As meditation. Mar. whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule. I am thy Fathers Spirit. I finde thee apt. as in the best it is. Where wilt thou lead me? speak. Hast. freeze thy young blood. on Lethe Wharfe. My hower is almost come. strange. When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe. Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg’d away? But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 676 677 678 679 680 681 682 683 684 685 686 687 688 689 690 691 692 693 694 695 696 697 698 699 700 701 702 703 704 705 706 707 708 709 710 711 712 713 714 715 716 717 718 719 720 721 Mar. Ile go no fur-|(ther. and vnnaturall. Speake. Marke me. Heauen will direct it. Murther most foule. hast me to know it. Thy knotty and combined lockes to part. Exeunt. Doom’d for a certaine terme to walke the night. list Hamlet.House. Alas poore Ghost. to what issue will this come? Mar. Ham. [ Ham. Ham. And for the day confin’d to fast in Fiers. when thou shalt heare. Would’st thou not stirre in this. But this most foule. And duller should’st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease. Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Ham. I am bound to heare.16 - . oh list. Nay. ’tis not fit thus to obey him. What? Gho. I could a Tale vnfold. let’s follow him. Now Hamlet heare: . Gho. I will. start from their Spheres. but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold. Oh Heauen! Gho. So art thou to reuenge. And each particular haire to stand an end. Gho. Let’s follow. May sweepe to my Reuenge. Ghost. Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine: But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud. Ham. Ham. If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther. Pitty me not. Murther? Ghost. Make thy two eyes like Starres. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke. Haue after. Ham. Gho. Hor.

Thus was I. And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment. Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be . Oh wicked Wit. that sleeping in mine Orchard. And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd. Now weares his Crowne. Vnhouzzled. Will sate it selfe in a Celestiall bed. That swift as Quick. it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the body. with vile and loathsome crust. like Aygre droppings into Milke. [oo1v But soft. whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine. what a falling off was there. and to decline Vpon a wretch. My custome alwayes in the afternoone. whose loue was of that dignity. whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man. Of Life. The thin and wholsome blood: so did it mine. most horrible: If thou hast nature in thee beare it not. From me.like. Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne. Ham. A Serpent stung me: so the whole eare of Denmarke. of Crowne. and Gifts. though to a radiant Angell link’d. & prey on Garbage. me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre. Most Lazar. by a Brothers hand. hath Traitorous guifts. sleeping. but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl. No reckoning made. But Vertue. Oh horrible Oh horrible. I that incestuous. And a most instant Tetter bak’d about. That it went hand in hand. Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard. O my Propheticke soule: mine Vncle? Ghost. Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus’d: But know thou Noble youth. All my smooth Body. and Queene at once dispatcht. that haue the power So to seduce? Won to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene: Oh Hamlet.siluer.17 - . euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 722 723 724 725 726 727 728 729 730 731 732 733 734 735 736 737 738 739 740 741 742 743 744 745 746 747 748 749 750 751 752 753 754 755 756 757 758 759 760 761 762 763 764 765 766 767 It’s giuen out. The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life. Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen: So Lust. as it neuer wil be moued. that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits. vnnaneld. disappointed.

The Glow. my Lord. And thy Commandment all alone shall liue Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine. all presures past. Oh all you host of Heauen! Oh Earth. Ham. What newes. Lord Hamlet. Villaine. Ham. nor let thy Soule contriue Against thy Mother ought. thou poore Ghost. I. No you’l reueale it. And you my sinnewes. Adue. And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge. But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee? I. by Heau’n. & Mar. So Vnckle there you are: now to my word. my Lord? Ham. while memory holds a seate In this distracted Globe: Remember thee? Yea. ho. within. Remember me: I haue sworn’t. come. Nor I.18 - . Exit. what els? And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart. Hillo. That one may smile. Hor. leaue her to heauen. . Not I. How say you then. meet it is I set it downe. All sawes of Bookes. Hor. by Heauen. Taint not thy mind. Good my Lord tell it. Ham. At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmarke. my Lord. grow not instant Old. To pricke and sting her. Mar. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Ham. my Tables. Heauen secure him. Illo. But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act. That youth and obseruation coppied there. Mar. and smile and be a Villaine. adue. smiling damned Villaine! My Tables. Mar. from the Table of my Memory. my Lord. So be it. yes yes. all formes. Hor. How ist my Noble Lord? Hor. Hor. Adue. And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire: Adue. Oh wonderfull! Hor.worme showes the Matine to be neere. boy. Vnmixt with baser matter. My Lord. ho. come bird. my Lord. Fare thee well at once. would heart of man once |(think it? But you’l be secret? Both. ho. ho. Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records. Hamlet: remember me. It is. Mar.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 768 769 770 771 772 773 774 775 776 777 778 779 780 781 782 783 784 785 786 787 788 789 790 791 792 793 794 795 796 797 798 799 800 801 802 803 804 805 806 807 808 809 810 811 812 813 A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest. my Lord. by Heauen: Oh most pernicious woman! Oh Villaine.

sayest thou so. I’m sorry they offend you heartily: Yes faith. What is’t my Lord? we will. Ham. Propose the Oath my Lord. Hor. O’remaster’t as you may. Sweare by my sword. Gho. Ghost cries vnder the Stage. not I. vpon my sword. as your busines and desires shall point you: For euery man ha’s businesse and desire. Hor. Ham. without more circumstance at all. Hor. Looke you. we will not. Giue me one poore request. Ham. but swear’t. These are but wild and hurling words. Hor. Hor. Ile goe pray. Ham. but there is my Lord. Ham. heartily. Ham. touching this Vision heere: It is an honest Ghost. Yes. Why right. And lay your hands againe vpon my sword. And now good friends. Well said old Mole. Sweare. Nay. by Saint Patricke. to tell vs this. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene. that let me tell you: For your desire to know what is betweene vs. Mar. Nor I my Lord: in faith. My Lord. my Lord. Come hither Gentlemen. Ah ha boy. Sweare. come from the Graue. and part: You. Ham. Indeed. There needs no Ghost my Lord. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night. Art thou there true-penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge Consent to sweare. Ham. As you are Friends. Ham. Marcell.19 - . Ham. Both. Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part. And so. There’s no offence my Lord. can’st worke i’th’ ground so |(fast? . you are i’th’ right.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 814 815 816 817 818 819 820 821 822 823 824 825 826 827 828 829 830 831 832 833 834 835 836 837 838 839 840 841 842 843 844 845 846 847 848 849 850 851 852 853 854 855 856 857 858 859 Ham. Ham. There’s nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke But hee’s an arrant knaue. Hic & vbique? Then wee’l shift for grownd. Gho. Hor. Gho. And much offence too. Vpon my sword. Schollers and Soldiers. I hold it fit that we shake hands. Sweare. Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard: Sweare by my Sword. Infaith my Lord. We haue sworne my Lord already. Indeed.

once more remoue good friends. head shake. Giue him his money. With all my loue I doe commend me to you. (As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet To put an Anticke disposition on:) That you at such time seeing me. And what so poore a man as Hamlet is. That euer I was borne to set it right. Marry. Reynol. You shall doe maruels wisely: good Reynoldo. rest perturbed Spirit: so Gentlemen. Before you visite him you make inquiry Of his behauiour. Ghost. neuer so helpe you mercy. As well. this not to doe: So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you: Sweare. And still your fingers on your lippes I pray. The time is out of ioynt: Oh cursed spight. And how. Then are dream’t of in our Philosophy. we know. Exeunt. God willing shall not lacke: let vs goe in together. Hor. Or if we list to speake. Polon. or we could and if we would. 889 890 891 892 893 894 895 896 897 898 899 900 901 Enter Polonius. and these notes Reynoldo. Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase. I did intend it. and who. My Lord. and where they keepe: What company. neuer shall With Armes encombred thus. and Reynoldo. May doe t’ expresse his loue and friending to you. or thus.20 - . . Nay. How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome. Ham. [oo2 That you know ought of me. But come. Here as before. Horatio. well said. Actus Secundus. what meanes. come let’s goe together. There are more things in Heauen and Earth. Rest. Looke you Sir. Sweare. at what expence: and finding By this encompassement and drift of question. Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris. Polon. Polon.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 860 861 862 863 864 865 866 867 868 869 870 871 872 873 874 875 876 877 878 879 880 881 882 883 884 885 886 887 A worthy Pioner. Or such ambiguous giuing out to note. Oh day and night: but this is wondrous strange. I will my Lord. or there be and if there might. Reynol. Ham. Very well said.

The flash and out. and vsuall slips. I. Quarelling. At closes in the consequence. That’s not my meaning: but breath his faults so quaintly. Polon. I would know that. Polon. Polon. and Gentleman. Polon. At closes in the consequence: At friend. As gaming my Lord. Polon. or Gentleman. wild. My Lord that would dishonour him.21 - . . and there put on him What forgeries you please. fencing. or so. Addicted so and so. And in part him. as you may season it in the charge. And thus I know his father and his friends. In the prenominate crimes. or drinking. heere’s my drift. Of man and Country. A sauagenes in vnreclaim’d bloud of generall assault. Take you as ’twere some distant knowledge of him. I my Lord. And then Sir does he this? He does: what was I about to say? I was about say somthing: where did I leaue? Reynol. Very good my Lord. drabbing. As may dishonour him. Polon.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 902 903 904 905 906 907 908 909 910 911 912 913 914 915 916 917 918 919 920 921 922 923 924 925 926 927 928 929 930 931 932 933 934 935 936 937 938 939 940 941 942 943 944 945 946 947 That they doe know my sonne: Come you more neerer Then your particular demands will touch it. none so ranke. But if’t be hee I meane. or so. As ’twere a thing a little soil’d i’th’ working: Marke you your party in conuerse. You must not put another scandall on him. Faith no. Reynol. or friend. I marry. Reynol. be assur’d He closes with you in this consequence: Good sir. The youth you breath of guilty. You may goe so farre. Doe you marke this Reynoldo? Reynol. And in part him. Hauing euer seene. According to the Phrase and the Addition. marry. As are Companions noted and most knowne To youth and liberty. I. Reynol. That they may seeme the taints of liberty. But my good Lord. but you may say not well. Polon. Reynol. Marry Sir. And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant: You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne. hees very wilde. him you would |(sound. Wherefore should you doe this? Reynol. take heed of that: But Sir. very well my Lord. such wanton. That hee is open to Incontinencie.breake of a fiery minde. swearing.

there o’retooke in’s Rouse. Pale as his shirt. or perchance. Videlicet. Reynol. Exit. My Lord I haue. or tother day. He fals to such perusall of my face. as I was sowing in my Chamber. Then goes he to the length of all his arme. Polon. . takes this Cape of truth. Your bait of falshood. With what. haue you not? Reynol. Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac’d. Well.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 948 949 950 951 952 953 954 955 956 957 958 959 960 961 962 963 964 965 966 967 968 969 970 971 972 973 974 975 976 977 978 979 980 981 982 983 984 985 986 987 988 989 990 991 992 993 He closes with you thus. Polon. Farewell: How now Ophelia. At last. There was he gaming. By indirections finde directions out: So by my former Lecture and aduice Shall you my Sonne. And end his being. Enter Ophelia. Alas my Lord. As if he had been loosed out of hell. No hat vpon his head. he lets me goe. I haue beene so affrighted. I saw him yesterday. his stockings foul’d. I know the Gentleman. And with a looke so pitious in purport. with such and such. Polon. God buy you. I saw him enter such a house of saile. or so forth. And let him plye his Musicke. Or then or then. and held me hard. and with assaies of Bias. Reynol. To speake of horrors: he comes before me. what’s the matter? Ophe. Polon. and downe giued to his Anckle. And with his other hand thus o’re his brow.22 - . Polon. so pittious and profound. a Brothell. He rais’d a sigh. Polon. Reynol. Obserue his inclination in your selfe. And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach With windlesses. There falling out at Tennis. I doe not know: but truly I do feare it. Mad for thy Loue? Ophe. See you now. and as you say. a little shaking of mine Arme: And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe. Vngartred. My Lord. my Lord. Long staid he so. He tooke me by the wrist. That done. What said he? Ophe. I shall my Lord. That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke. My Lord. fare you well. you haue me. in the name of Heauen? Ophe. Good my Lord. Polon. his knees knocking each other. As he would draw it.

That being of so young dayes brought vp with him: And since so Neighbour’d to his youth. and to gather . nor the inward man Resembles that it was. that thus hath put him So much from th’ vnderstanding of himselfe. As it is common for the yonger sort To lacke discretion. To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions. [oo2v And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings. Goe with me. Come. Moreouer. The neede we haue to vse you. And meant to wracke thee: but beshrew my iealousie: It seemes it is as proper to our Age. That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court Some little time: so by your Companies To draw him on to pleasures. Queene. That hath made him mad. that we much did long to see you. Since not th’ exterior. and deny’de His accesse to me. Something haue you heard Of Hamlets transformation: so I call it. being kept close might moue More greefe to hide. I am sorrie. I feare he did but trifle. Exeunt. Pol. I did repell his Letters. then hate to vtter loue. go we to the King. What it should bee More then his Fathers death. I intreat you both. and Guilden-sterne Cum alijs. I will goe seeke the King. I cannot deeme of. Polon. This must be knowne. 1019 1020 1021 1022 1023 1024 1025 1026 1027 1028 1029 1030 1031 1032 1033 1034 1035 Enter King. bended their light on me. King. No my good Lord: but as you did command. and humour. did prouoke Our hastie sending. Scena Secunda. That does afflict our Natures. He seem’d to finde his way without his eyes. What haue you giuen him any hard words of late? Ophe. This is the very extasie of Loue. I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement I had not quoted him. As oft as any passion vnder Heauen.23 - . Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne. And to the last. For out adores he went without their helpe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 994 995 996 997 998 999 1000 1001 1002 1003 1004 1005 1006 1007 1008 1009 1010 1011 1012 1013 1014 1015 1016 1017 And with his head ouer his shoulders turn’d. Whose violent property foredoes it selfe. Rosincrane.

Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance. My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast. Queene. and gentle Guildensterne. but the maine.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1036 1037 1038 1039 1040 1041 1042 1043 1044 1045 1046 1047 1048 1049 1050 1051 1052 1053 1054 1055 1056 1057 1058 1059 1060 1061 1062 1063 1064 1065 1066 1067 1068 1069 1070 1071 1072 1073 1074 1075 1076 1077 1078 1079 1080 1081 So much as from Occasions you may gleane.hasty Marriage. in the full bent. And sure I am. Qu. And here giue vp our selues. And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed Sonne. To whom he more adheres. Both your Maiesties Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs. Thankes Rosincrance. more into Command Then to Entreatie. As to expend your time with vs a. that he hath found The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper. Enter Polonius.24 - . or else this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie. If it will please you To shew vs so much Gentrie. my good Lord. Put your dread pleasures. Haue I. For the supply and profit of our Hope. King. That open’d lies within our remedie. Amen. Pol. To be commanded. Th’ Ambassadors from Norwey. To lay our Seruices freely at your feete. Exit. He tels me my sweet Queene. one to my gracious King: And I do thinke. King. King. . Oh speake of that. my good Liege. and good will. Good Gentlemen. Thou still hast bin the father of good Newes. Both to my God. We both obey. Pol. that I do long to heare. I doubt it is no other. I hold my dutie. and our o’re. Guil. and bring them in. Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes As fits a Kings remembrance. King. His Fathers death. Pol. Go some of ye. two men there are not liuing. Are ioyfully return’d.while. Thy selfe do grace to them. Qu. so sure As I haue vs’d to do: that I haue found The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie. Heauens make our presence and our practises Pleasant and helpfull to him. Qu. Giue first admittance to th’ Ambassadors. as I hold my Soule. Rosin. And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is. my Lord? Assure you. Guil. he hath much talk’d of you.

he truly found It was against your Highnesse. Age. Welcome good Frends: Say Voltumand. but to be nothing else but mad. Madam. ’tis true: ’Tis true ’tis pittie. and Desires. the limbes and outward flourishes. which to him appear’d To be a preparation ’gainst the Poleak: But better look’d into. against the Poleak: With an intreaty heerein further shewne. whereat greeued. What is’t. My Liege. and Impotence Was falsely borne in hand. night. Well. ouercome with ioy. And pittie it is true: A foolish figure. And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers So leuied as before. As therein are set downe. what Dutie is. to expostulate What Maiestie should be. we shall sift him. But farewell it: for I will vse no Art. Were nothing but to waste Night. for your well. Why day is day.tooke Labour. and thinke vpon this Businesse. More matter. But let that go. for his Enterprize. Your Noble Sonne is mad: Mad call I it. Vpon our first. Meane time we thanke you. Exit Ambass. Pol. Voltumand. which he (in breefe) obeyes. Pol. for to define true Madnesse. On such regards of safety and allowance. Most faire returne of Greetings. Answer. King. Day. It likes vs well: And at our more consider’d time wee’l read. And tediousnesse. night. I will be breefe. Whereon old Norwey. and time is time. and Madam. he sent out to suppresse His Nephewes Leuies. Most welcome home. with lesse Art. That so his Sicknesse. and Time.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1082 1083 1084 1085 1086 1087 1088 1089 1090 1091 1092 1093 1094 1095 1096 1097 1098 1099 1100 1101 1102 1103 1104 1105 1106 1107 1108 1109 1110 1111 1112 1113 1114 1115 1116 1117 1118 1119 1120 1121 1122 1123 1124 1125 1126 1127 Enter Polonius. King. This businesse is very well ended. Qu. what from our Brother Norwey? Volt. Therefore. I sweare I vse no Art at all: That he is mad. Makes Vow before his Vnkle.25 - . [oo3 . neuer more To giue th’ assay of Armes against your Maiestie. at night wee’l Feast together. and Cornelius. Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee. Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine. That it might please you to giue quiet passe Through your Dominions. sends out Arrests On Fortinbras. since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit. Go to your rest.

mute and dumbe. . Admit no Messengers. Or giuen my heart a winking. Doubt. and Place.booke. and the remainder thus. comes by cause. I went round to worke. I wold faine proue so. Doubt thou. All giuen to mine eare. faithfull and Honourable. think. Hath giuen me this: now gather. the Starres are fire. Hamlet. whilst this Machine is to him. with idle sight. Adieu. I will be faithfull. Pol. and my Soules Idoll. Qu. receiue no Tokens: Which done. This must not be: and then. As of a man. Or rather say. As they fell out by Time. a vilde Phrase. O deere Ophelia.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1128 1129 1130 1131 1132 1133 1134 1135 1136 1137 1139 1140 1141 1142 1143 1144 1145 1146 1147 1148 1149 1150 1151 1152 1153 1154 1155 1156 1157 1158 1159 1160 1161 1162 1163 1164 1165 1166 1167 1168 1169 1170 1171 1172 1173 1174 Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines That we finde out the cause of this effect.26 - . Or look’d vpon this Loue. Came this from Hamlet to her. Pol. I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to reckon my grones. Thine euermore most deere Lady. the cause of this defect. That’s an ill Phrase. This in Obedience hath my daughter shew’d me: And more aboue hath his soliciting. As I perceiued it. but that I loue thee best. the most beautifed O-phelia. But how hath she receiu’d his Loue? Pol. But neuer Doubt. And (my yong Mistris) thus I did bespeake Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre. I must tell you that Before my Daughter told me what might you Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere. Who in her Dutie and Obedience. Good Madam stay awhile. these. If I had playd the Deske or Table. that the Sunne doth moue: Doubt Truth to be a Lier. King. But what might you think? When I had seene this hot loue on the wing. beautified is a vilde Phrase: but you shall heare these in her excellent white bosome. marke. I loue. whil’st she is mine. Thus it remaines. What do you thinke of me? King. and surmise. To the Celestiall. The Letter. I Precepts gaue her. oh most Best be-leeue it. she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice. For this effect defectiue. That she should locke her selfe from his Resort. What might you thinke? No. I haue a daughter: haue. by Meanes. Perpend.

And keepe a Farme and Carters. Pol. That’s very true. Pol. Qu. King. That I haue possitiuely said. Fell into a Sadnesse. If Circumstances leade me. Do you know me. It may be very likely. Marke the encounter: If he loue her not. Pol. How does my good Lord Hamlet? Ham. King. ’tis so. You know sometimes He walkes foure houres together. So he ha’s indeed. Oh giue me leaue. Then I would you were so honest a man. King. Hath there bene such a time. And be not from his reason falne thereon. But looke where sadly the poore wretch Comes reading. Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke. Take this from this. thence into a Weaknesse. God. to be honest as this world goes. Exit King & Queen. Do you thinke ’tis this? Qu. A short Tale to make. my Lord? Ham. if this be otherwise. Qu. Pol. and by this declension Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues. Excellent. Honest. I will finde Where truth is hid. I sir. excellent well: y’are a Fishmonger. When it prou’d otherwise? King. We will try it. Pol. though it were hid indeede Within the Center. Well. then into a Fast. Thence to a Lightnesse.a. Away I do beseech you. heere In the Lobby. is to bee one man pick’d out of two thousand.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1175 1176 1177 1178 1179 1180 1181 1182 1183 1184 1185 1186 1187 1188 1189 1190 1191 1192 1193 1194 1195 1196 1197 1198 1199 1200 1201 1202 1203 1204 1205 1206 1207 1208 1209 1210 1211 1212 1213 1214 1215 1216 1217 1218 1219 1220 And he repulsed. I’de fain know that. Pol. How may we try it further? Pol. Not I my Lord. At such a time Ile loose my Daughter to him. Not that I know. both away. Let me be no Assistant for a State. And all we waile for. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge. Ham. Pol. Thence to a Watch.27 - . Ile boord him presently.mercy. Be you and I behinde an Arras then. Pol. being a good kissing Carrion— Haue you a daughter? . my Lord? Ham. Ham. my Lord.

my Lord. there hee is. that old men haue gray Beards. Pol. Fare you well my Lord. farre gone: and truly in my youth. Polon. but not as your daughter may conceiue. if like a Crab you could go backward. Enter Rosincran and Guildensterne. I meane the matter you meane.Tree Gumme: and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit. together with weake Hammes. Ile speake to him againe. Yet there is Method in’t: will you walke Out of the ayre my Lord? Ham. or Plum. Though this be madnesse. Pol. What do you read my Lord? Ham. You goe to seeke my Lord Hamlet. Betweene who? Pol. words. Pol. Indeed that is out o’th’ Ayre: How pregnant (sometimes) his Replies are? A happinesse. words. that their faces are wrin-kled. . my life. You cannot Sir take from me any thing. Into my Graue? Pol.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1221 1222 1223 1224 1225 1226 1227 1228 1229 1230 1231 1232 1233 1234 1235 1236 1237 1238 1239 1240 1241 1242 1243 1244 1245 1246 1247 1248 1249 1250 1251 1252 1253 1254 1255 1256 1257 1258 1259 1260 1261 1262 1263 1264 1265 1266 Pol. [oo3v Ham. and potently beleeue. except my life. And sodainely contriue the meanes of meeting Betweene him. What is the matter. Let her not walke i’thSunne: Conception is a blessing. Ham. Polon. Friend looke too’t. and my daughter. he said I was a Fishmon-ger: he is farre gone. I suffred much extreamity for loue: very neere this. All which Sir. I will most humbly Take my leaue of you. that I will more willingly part withall. Ham. I will leaue him. Slanders Sir: for the Satyricall slaue saies here. their eyes purging thicke Amber. Words.28 - . I haue my Lord. How say you by that? Still harping on my daugh-ter: yet he knew me not at first. These tedious old fooles. though I most powerfully. yet I holde it not Honestie to haue it thus set downe: For you your selfe Sir. Rosin. Which Reason and Sanitie could not So prosperously be deliuer’d of. should be old as I am. Ham. God saue you Sir. That often Madnesse hits on. my Lord? Ham. My Honourable Lord.

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Guild. Mine honour’d Lord? Rosin. My most deare Lord? Ham. My excellent good friends? How do’st thou Guildensterne? Oh, Rosincrane; good Lads: How doe ye both? Rosin. As the indifferent Children of the earth. Guild. Happy, in that we are not ouer- happy: on For-tunes Cap, we are not the very Button. Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shoo? Rosin. Neither my Lord. Ham. Then you liue about her waste, or in the mid-dle of her fauour? Guil. Faith, her priuates, we. Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true: she is a Strumpet. What’s the newes? Rosin. None my Lord; but that the World’s growne honest. Ham. Then is Doomesday neere: But your newes is not true. Let me question more in particular: what haue you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune, that she sends you to Prison hither? Guil. Prison, my Lord? Ham. Denmark’s a Prison. Rosin. Then is the World one. Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Con-fines, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o’th’ worst. Rosin. We thinke not so my Lord. Ham. Why then ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. Rosin. Why then your Ambition makes it one: ’tis too narrow for your minde. Ham. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count my selfe a King of infinite space; were it not that I haue bad dreames. Guil. Which dreames indeed are Ambition: for the very substance of the Ambitious, is meerely the shadow of a Dreame. Ham. A dreame it selfe is but a shadow. Rosin. Truely, and I hold Ambition of so ayry and light a quality, that it is but a shadowes shadow. Ham. Then are our Beggers bodies; and our Mo-narchs and out- stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes: shall wee to th’ Court: for, by my fey I cannot rea-son? Both. Wee’l wait vpon you.

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Ham. No such matter. I will not sort you with the rest of my seruants: for to speake to you like an honest man: I am most dreadfully attended; but in the beaten way of friendship, What make you at Elsonower? Rosin. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion. Ham. Begger that I am, I am euen poore in thankes; but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks are too deare a halfepeny; were you not sent for? Is it your owne inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deale iustly with me: come, come; nay speake. Guil. What should we say my Lord? Ham. Why any thing. But to the purpose; you were sent for; and there is a kinde confession in your lookes; which your modesties haue not craft enough to co-lor, I know the good King & Queene haue sent for you. Rosin. To what end my Lord? Ham. That you must teach me: but let mee coniure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the Obligation of our euer- preserued loue, and by what more deare, a better proposer could charge you withall; be euen and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. Rosin. What say you? Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you: if you loue me hold not off. Guil. My Lord, we were sent for. Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of ex-ercise; and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my dispositi-on; that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a ster-rill Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre, look you, this braue ore- hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of va-pours. What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an An-gel? in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme to say so. Rosin. My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my thoughts.

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Ham. Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights not me? Rosin. To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man, what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue from you: wee coated them on the way, and hither are they comming to offer you Seruice. Ham. He that playes the King shall be welcome; his Maiesty shall haue Tribute of mee: the aduenturous Knight shal vse his Foyle and Target: the Louer shall not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in peace: the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled a’th’ sere: and the Lady shall say her minde freely; or the blanke Verse shall halt for’t: what Players are they? Rosin. Euen those you were wont to take delight in the Tragedians of the City. Ham. How chances it they trauaile? their resi-dence both in reputation and profit was better both wayes. Rosin. I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes of the late Innouation? Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the City? Are they so follow’d? Rosin. No indeed, they are not. Ham. How comes it? doe they grow rusty? Rosin. Nay, their indeauour keepes in the wonted pace; But there is Sir an ayrie of Children, little Yases, that crye out on the top of question; and are most tyrannically clap’t for’t: these are now the [oo4 fashion, and so be- ratled the common Stages (so they call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraide of Goose- quils, and dare scarse come thither. Ham. What are they Children? Who maintains ’em? How are they escorted? Will they pursue the Quality no longer then they can sing? Will they not say afterwards if they should grow themselues to common Players (as it is most like if their meanes are not better) their Wri-ters do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their owne Succession. Rosin. Faith there ha’s bene much to do on both sides: and the Nation holds it no sinne, to tarre them to Con-trouersie. There was for a while, no mony bid for argu-ment, vnlesse the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in the Question. Ham. Is’t possible? Guild. Oh there ha’s beene much throwing about of

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Braines. Ham. Do the Boyes carry it away? Rosin. I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too. Ham. It is not strange: for mine Vnckle is King of Denmarke, and those that would make mowes at him while my Father liued; giue twenty, forty, an hundred Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little. There is some-thing in this more then Naturall, if Philosophie could finde it out. Flourish for the Players. Guil. There are the Players. Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcom to Elsonower: your hands, come: The appurtenance of Welcome, is Fashion and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garbe, lest my extent to the Players (which I tell you must shew fairely outward) should more appeare like entertainment then yours. You are welcome: but my Vnckle Father, and Aunt Mother are deceiu’d. Guil. In what my deere Lord? Ham. I am but mad North, North- West: when the Winde is Southerly, I know a Hawke from a Handsaw. Enter Polonius. Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen. Ham. Hearke you Guildensterne, and you too: at each eare a hearer: that great Baby you see there, is not yet out of his swathing clouts. Rosin. Happily he’s the second time come to them: for they say, an old man is twice a childe. Ham. I will Prophesie. Hee comes to tell me of the Players. Mark it, you say right Sir: for a Monday mor-ning ’twas so indeed. Pol. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you. Ham. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you. When Rossius an Actor in Rome— Pol. The Actors are come hither my Lord. Ham. Buzze, buzze. Pol. Vpon mine Honor. Ham. Then can each Actor on his Asse— Polon. The best Actors in the world, either for Trage-die, Comedie, Historie, Pastorall: Pastoricall- Comicall- Historicall- Pastorall: Tragicall- Historicall: Tragicall- Comicall- Historicall- Pastorall: Scene indiuidible: or Po-em vnlimited. Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plautus too light, for the law of Writ, and the Liberty. These are the onely men. Ham. O Iephta Iudge of Israel, what a Treasure had’st

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thou? Pol. What a Treasure had he, my Lord? Ham. Why one faire Daughter, and no more, The which he loued passing well. Pol. Still on my Daughter. Ham. Am I not i’th’ right old Iephta? Polon. If you call me Iephta my Lord, I haue a daugh-ter that I loue passing well. Ham. Nay that followes not. Polon. What followes then, my Lord? Ha. Why, As by lot, God wot: and then you know, It came to passe, as most like it was: The first rowe of the Pons Chanson will shew you more. For looke where my Abridgements come. Enter foure or fiue Players. Y’are welcome Masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well: Welcome good Friends. Oh my olde Friend? Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last: Com’st thou to beard me in Denmarke? What, my yong Lady and Mi-stris? Byrlady your Ladiship is neerer Heauen then when I saw you last, by the altitude of a Choppine. Pray God your voice like a peece of vncurrant Gold be not crack’d within the ring. Masters, you are all welcome: wee’l e’ne to’t like French Faulconers, flie at any thing we see: wee’l haue a Speech straight. Come giue vs a tast of your qua-lity: come, a passionate speech. 1.Play. What speech, my Lord? Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was neuer Acted: or if it was, not aboue once, for the Play I remember pleas’d not the Million, ’twas Cauiarie to the Generall: but it was (as I receiu’d it, and others, whose iudgement in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an excellent Play; well digested in the Scoenes, set downe with as much modestie, as cunning. I remember one said, there was no Sallets in the lines, to make the matter sa-uory; nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite the Author of affectation, but cal’d it an honest method. One cheefe Speech in it, I cheefely lou’d, ’twas Aeneas Tale to Dido, and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of Priams slaughter. If it liue in your memory, begin at this Line, let me see, let me see: The rugged Pyrrhus like th’Hyrcanian Beast. It is not so: it begins with Pyrrhus The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose Sable Armes Blacke as his purpose, did the night resemble When he lay couched in the Ominous Horse, Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion smear’d

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Fortune. It shall to’th Barbars. in Rage strikes wide: But with the whiffe and winde of his fell Sword. Th’ vnnerued Father fals. A rowsed Vengeance sets him new a. And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall On Mars his Armours.Player. and the Orbe below As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder Doth rend the Region. and damned light To their vilde Murthers. or a tale of Baudry. or hee sleepes. had seen the inobled Queen. In generall Synod take away her power: Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele. And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen. all you Gods. And thus o’re. This is too long. with flaming top Stoopes to his Bace. did nothing. Bak’d and impasted with the parching streets. Rebellious to his Arme. lyes where it falles Repugnant to command: vnequall match. Seeming to feele his blow. With eyes like Carbuncles. with good ac-cent. Then senselesse Illium. 1. Fore God. the Racke stand still. out. and good discretion. Ham. horridly Trick’d With blood of Fathers. Pry-thee say on: He’s for a Iigge. 1. Pol.34 - . Sonnes.sized with coagulate gore. Ham.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1498 1499 1500 1501 1502 1503 1504 1505 1506 1507 1508 1509 1510 1511 1512 1513 1514 1515 1516 1517 1518 1519 1520 1521 1522 1523 1524 1525 1526 1527 1528 1529 1530 1531 1532 1533 1534 1535 1536 1537 1538 1539 1540 1541 1542 1543 With Heraldry more dismall: Head to foote Now is he to take Geulles. Out. and with a hideous crash Takes Prisoner Pyrrhus eare. my Lord. Say on. with your beard. the hellish Pyrrhus Olde Grandsire Priam seekes. Daughters. But who. Striking too short at Greekes.worke. roasted in wrath and fire. But as we often see against some storme. For loe. thou Strumpet. seem’d i’th’ Ayre to sticke: [oo4v So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood. And like a Newtrall to his will and matter. The bold windes speechlesse. his Sword Which was declining on the Milkie head Of Reuerend Priam. forg’d for proofe Eterne. As low as to the Fiends. The inobled Queene? . His anticke Sword. A silence in the Heauens. Mothers. come to Hecuba. So after Pyrrhus pause. With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword Now falles on Priam. O who. That lend a tyrannous. Pyrrhus at Priam driues.Play. Anon he findes him. Pol. well spoken.

I my Lord.foot vp and downe. Who this had seene. Vse euerie man after his desart. soone. A blanket in th’ Alarum of feare caught vp. Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I? . Pol. That’s good: Inobled Queene is good. Do ye heare. Ham. You could for a need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines. I so. ’Tis well. Pol. let them be well vs’d: for they are the Abstracts and breefe Chronicles of the time. Very well. Ham. you were better haue a bad Epitaph. Exeunt. 1. Looke where he ha’s not turn’d his colour. God buy’ye: Now I am alone. ’Gainst Fortunes State. My Lord. and ha’s teares in’s eyes. and for a Robe About her lanke and all ore. would Treason haue pronounc’d? But if the Gods themselues did see her then. And passion in the Gods. better. Ile haue thee speake out the rest. Wee’l ha’t to morrow night. Manet Hamlet. The instant Burst of Clamour that she made (Vnlesse things mortall moue them not at all) Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1544 1545 1546 1547 1548 1549 1550 1551 1552 1553 1554 1555 1556 1557 1558 1559 1560 1561 1562 1563 1564 1565 1566 1567 1568 1570 1571 1572 1573 1574 1575 1576 1577 1578 1579 1580 1581 1582 1583 1584 1585 1586 1587 1588 1589 1590 Pol. Exit Polon. Threatning the flame With Bisson Rheume: A clout about that head. the more merit is in your bountie. Good my Lord.teamed Loines.Play. then their ill report while you liued. After your death. Follow him Friends: wee’l heare a play to mor-row. Good my Lord. Ham. Pol. My good Friends. and looke you mock him not. I will vse them according to their de-sart. will you see the Players wel be-stow’d.35 - . Take them in. Run bare. with tongue in Venome steep’d. Come sirs. which I would set downe. Dost thou heare me old Friend. Follow that Lord. Ham. Where late the Diadem stood. Gods bodykins man. Pray you no more. Ile leaue you til night you are welcome to Elsonower? Rosin. I my Lord. can you play the murther of Gonzago? Play. and who should scape whipping: vse them after your own Honor and Dignity. and insert in’t? Could ye not? Play. The lesse they deserue. When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes. Ham. Ham.

that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play. though it haue no tongue. and lacke Gall To make Oppression bitter. distraction in’s Aspect. And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech: Make mad the guilty. And fall a Cursing like a very Drab. Could force his soule so to his whole conceit. A dull and muddy. About my Braine. Before mine Vnkle. Letcherous. not for a King. vnpregnant of my cause. Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion That I haue? He would drowne the Stage with teares. or ere this. and most deere life. and apale the free. I should haue fatted all the Region Kites With this Slaues Offall. in a dreame of Passion. this is most braue. A Scullion? Fye vpon’t: Foh. Treacherous. That from her working.metled Rascall. Vpon whose property. I haue heard. Am I a Coward? Who calles me Villaine? breakes my pate a. Bene strooke so to the soule. Yet I. peake Like Iohn a.dreames. all his visage warm’d. For Murther. to his Conceit? And all for nothing? For Hecuba? What’s Hecuba to him. A broken voyce. Remorselesse. Confound the ignorant. Ile haue these Players. bloudy: a Bawdy villaine. Play something like the murder of my Father. As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this? Ha? Why I should take it: for it cannot be. The very faculty of Eyes and Eares. And can say nothing: No. But in a Fixion.36 - . or he to Hecuba.Liuer’d. That he should weepe for her? What would he doe. and amaze indeed. That I. kindles villaine! Oh Vengeance! Who? What an Asse am I? I sure. Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene. Ile obserue his lookes.crosse? Pluckes off my Beard. Teares in his eyes. . But I am Pigeon. the Sonne of the Deere murthered. and his whole Function suiting With Formes. that presently They haue proclaim’d their Malefactions.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1591 1592 1593 1594 1595 1596 1597 1598 1599 1600 1601 1602 1603 1604 1605 1606 1607 1608 1609 1610 1611 1612 1613 1614 1615 1616 1617 1618 1619 1620 1621 1622 1623 1624 1625 1626 1627 1628 1629 1630 1631 1632 1633 1634 1635 1636 Is it not monstrous that this Player heere. and blowes it in my face? Tweakes me by’th’ Nose? giues me the Lye i’th’ Throate. and Hell. Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words. A damn’d defeate was made. Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen. will speake With most myraculous Organ.

and it doth much content me To heare him so inclin’d. it so fell out. With all my heart. He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted. Ile haue grounds More Relatiue then this: The Play’s the thing. and my Melancholly. ’Tis most true: And he beseech’d me to intreate your Maiesties To heare. that seeing vnseene . but of our demands Most free in his reply.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1637 1638 1639 1640 1641 1642 1643 1644 1645 1646 1647 1648 1649 1650 1651 1652 1653 1654 1655 1656 1657 1658 1659 1660 1661 1662 1663 1664 1665 1666 1667 1668 1669 1670 1671 1672 1673 1674 1675 1676 1677 1678 1679 1680 1681 1682 Ile rent him to the quicke: If he but blench I know my course. as ’twere by accident. Exit Enter King. Pol.37 - . And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he puts on this Confusion: Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet [oo5 With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy. may there Affront Ophelia. Rosin. King. Niggard of question. Polonius. And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy To heare of it: They are about the Court. Most like a Gentleman. Madam. Queene. Rosin. that certaine Players We ore. But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe: When we would bring him on to some Confession Of his true state. and see the matter. and the Diuel hath power T’ assume a pleasing shape. Qu. For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither. and Lords. Abuses me to damne me. Her Father. Did he receiue you well? Rosin. Giue him a further edge. Ro-sincrance. That he. Did you assay him to any pastime? Rosin. Qu. Good Gentlemen. The Spirit that I haue seene May be the Diuell. King. Guildenstern. Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too. Ophelia. Guild. We shall my Lord. yea and perhaps Out of my Weaknesse. But from what cause he will by no meanes speake. As he is very potent with such Spirits. Wherein Ile catch the Conscience of the King.wrought on the way: of these we told him. Rosin. Exeunt. King. And (as I thinke) they haue already order This night to play before him. But with much forcing of his disposition. Guil. and driue his purpose on To these delights. and my selfe (lawful espials) Will so bestow our selues. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded.

Ophelia. and the Spurnes That patient merit of the vnworthy takes. Then is my deede. Exeunt. Must giue vs pawse. I shall obey you. Pol.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1683 1684 1685 1686 1687 1688 1689 1690 1691 1692 1693 1694 1695 1696 1697 1698 1699 1700 1701 1702 1703 1704 1705 1706 1707 1708 1709 1710 1711 1712 1713 1714 1715 1716 1717 1718 1719 1720 1721 1722 1723 1724 1725 1726 1727 1728 We may of their encounter frankely iudge. and the thousand Naturall shockes That Flesh is heyre too? ’Tis a consummation Deuoutly to be wish’d. Gracious so please ye We will bestow our selues: Reade on this booke. We are oft too blame in this.38 - . Oh ’tis true: How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience? The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist’ring Art Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it. . to sleepe No more. To both your Honors. The pangs of dispriz’d Loue. or not to be. Ham. To sleepe. When we haue shuffel’d off this mortall coile. I do wish That your good Beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlets wildenesse: so shall I hope your Vertues Will bring him to his wonted way againe. that is the Question: Whether ’tis Nobler in the minde to suffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune. Qu. The insolence of Office. To be. And by opposing end them: to dye. as he is behaued. to say we end The Heart. If’t be th’ affliction of his loue. And gather by him. The Oppressors wrong. There’s the respect That makes Calamity of so long life: For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time. walke you heere. That thus he suffers for. Enter Hamlet. to my most painted word. we do surge o’re The diuell himselfe. Oh heauie burthen! Pol. I heare him comming. King. Ophe. And for your part Ophelia. I. I wish it may. perchance to Dreame. That shew of such an exercise may colour Your lonelinesse. Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles. Madam. the Lawes delay. let’s withdraw my Lord. For in that sleepe of death. the poore mans Contumely. and by a sleepe. And pious Action. To dye to sleepe. what dreames may come. ’Tis too much prou’d. there’s the rub. that with Deuotions visage.ake. or no.

That if you be honest and faire. for to the Noble minde Rich gifts wax poore. . Then flye to others that we know not of. Are you faire? Ophe. receiue them.39 - . your Honesty should admit no discourse to your Beautie. I trulie: for the power of Beautie. And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution Is sicklied o’re. What meanes your Lordship? Ham. to a Bawd. Could Beautie my Lord. I pray you now.deliuer. The faire Ophelia? Nimph. You should not haue beleeued me. I did loue you once. haue better Comerce then your Honestie? Ham. That I haue longed long to re. No. How does your Honor for this many a day? Ham. Ham. Ham. then perfume left: Take these againe. Indeed my Lord. well. well. There my Lord. Ham. And enterprizes of great pith and moment. My Lord. no. I haue Remembrances of yours. from whose Borne No Traueller returnes. Ham. but now the time giues it proofe. when giuers proue vnkinde. As made the things more rich. ha: Are you honest? Ophe. With this regard their Currants turne away. And loose the name of Action. And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue. My Lord. Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all. in thy Orizons Be all my sinnes remembred. Ophe. My honor’d Lord. will sooner transforme Honestie from what is. Good my Lord. But that the dread of something after death. then the force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse. The vndiscouered Countrey. I humbly thanke you: well. I know right well you did. Ophe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1729 1730 1731 1732 1733 1734 1735 1736 1737 1738 1739 1740 1741 1742 1743 1744 1745 1746 1747 1748 1749 1750 1751 1752 1753 1754 1755 1756 1757 1758 1759 1760 1761 1762 1763 1764 1765 1766 1767 1768 1769 1770 1771 1772 1773 1774 When he himselfe might his Quietus make With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life. Ophe. Ha. Soft you now. but we shall rellish of it. Ophe. with the pale cast of Thought. I loued you not. For vertue cannot so innocculate our old stocke. Ophe. Puzels the will. And with them words of so sweet breath compos’d. you made me beleeue so. This was sometime a Paradox. I neuer gaue you ought.

Farewell. Where’s your Father? Ophe. I am very prowd. but yet I could accuse me of such things. Those that are married already. re-uengefull. O what a Noble minde is heere o’re. O heauenly Powers. we will haue no more Marriages. my Lord. Ophe. you sweet Heauens. Ile giue thee this Plague for thy Dowrie. Ophe. and harsh. Blasted with extasie. though it lack’d Forme a little. Go too. what monsters you make of them. and Polonius. Exit Hamlet. it hath made me mad. Ham. Why would’st thou be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest. Ophe. sword. That suck’d the Honie of his Musicke Vowes: Now see that Noble. and make your Wantonnesse. We are arrant Knaues all. Go. Th’ obseru’d of all Obseruers. Schollers: Eye. Farewell. restore him. Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie. What should such [oo5v Fellowes as I do. Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched. Like sweet Bels iangled out of tune. Th’ expectansie and Rose of the faire State. and nickname Gods creatures. and most Soueraigne Reason. King.throwne? The Courtiers. If thou doest Marry. with more offences at my becke. that he may play the Foole no way. then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination. all but one shall liue. That vnmatch’d Forme and Feature of blowne youth. or time to acte them in.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1775 1776 1777 1778 1779 1780 1781 1782 1783 1784 1785 1786 1787 1788 1789 1790 1791 1792 1793 1794 1795 1797 1798 1799 1800 1801 1802 1803 1804 1805 1806 1807 1808 1809 1810 1811 1812 1813 1814 1815 1816 1817 1818 1819 1820 1821 Ophe. Or if thou wilt needs Marry. To a Nunnery. but in’s owne house. Nor what he spake. Get thee to a Nunnery. that it were bet-ter my Mother had not borne me. At home. Ham. To a Nunnery go. Let the doores be shut vpon him. T’haue seene what I haue seene: see what I see. I was the more deceiued. The glasse of Fashion. Ile no more on’t. O helpe him. as pure as Snow. and you make your selfe an-other: you gidge. Oh woe is me. God has giuen you one pace. thou shalt not escape Calumny. beleeue none of vs.40 - . tongue. and you lispe. Loue? His affections do not that way tend. marry a fool: for Wise men know well enough. quite downe. Be thou as chast as Ice. quite. Was not like Madnesse. go. Goe thy wayes to a Nunnery. Enter King. and quickly too. Ambitious. and the mould of Forme. your Ig-norance. the rest shall keep as they are. to giue them shape. Far-well. Ham. Soldiers. crawling betweene Heauen and Earth. I say. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough. you amble. There’s something in his soule? .

Speake the Speech I pray you. and (as I say) the Whirle. And I do doubt the hatch. shall expell This something setled matter in his heart: Whereon his Braines still beating. Tempest. To England send him: Or confine him where Your wisedome best shall thinke.stop not the modestie of Nature.wig. do as you please. But if you hold it fit after the Play. King. to split the eares of the Groundlings: who (for the most part) are capeable of nothing.41 - . Be not too tame neyther: but let your owne Discretion be your Tutor.winde of Passion. and the disclose Will be some danger. as I pronounc’d it to you trippingly on the Tongue: But if you mouth it. Ham. Enter Hamlet. What thinke you on’t? Pol. It shall be so: Madnesse in great Ones. It shall do well. If she finde him not. which to preuent I haue in quicke determination Thus set it downe. for any . & noise: I could haue such a Fellow whipt for o’re. O it offends mee to the Soule. But yet do I beleeue The Origin and Commencement of this greefe Sprung from neglected loue. to see a robustious Pery.Cryer had spoke my Lines: Nor do not saw the Ayre too much your hand thus. as many of your Players do. for in the verie Tor-rent.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1822 1823 1824 1825 1826 1827 1828 1829 1830 1831 1832 1833 1834 1835 1836 1837 1838 1839 1840 1841 1842 1843 1844 1845 1846 1847 1848 1849 1850 1851 1852 1853 1854 1855 1856 1857 1858 1859 1860 1861 1862 1863 1864 1865 1866 1867 O’re which his Melancholly sits on brood. And Ile be plac’d so. must not vnwatch’d go. He shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected Tribute: Haply the Seas and Countries different With variable Obiects. to verie ragges. you must acquire and beget a Temperance that may giue it Smoothnesse. but inexplicable dumbe shewes. My Lord. We heard it all. Pray you auoid it. with this speciall obseruance: That you ore. How now Ophelia? You neede not tell vs. the Word to the Action. Sute the Action to the Word.doing Termagant: it out-Herod’s Herod. I warrant your Honor. Exeunt. but vse all gently.pated Fellow. Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him To shew his Greefes: let her be round with him. teare a Passi-on to tatters. and two or three of the Players. I had as liue the Town. Player. please you in the eare Of all their Conference. puts him thus From fashion of himselfe. Ham. what Lord Hamlet saide.

nor the gate of Christian. We will my Lord. some necessary Question of the Play be then to be considered: that’s Villanous. Enter Polonius. & shewes a most pittifull Ambition in the Foole that vses it. Heere sweet Lord. thou art eene as iust a man As ere my Conuersation coap’d withall. Horatio. Pagan. Ham. Ham. at your Seruice. was and is. and the verie Age and Bodie of the Time. Rosincrance. must in your allowance o’re-way a whole Theater of Others. O my deere Lord.done. there bee Players that I haue seene Play. let the Candied tongue. this ouer. is fro[m] the purpose of Playing. cannot but make the Iudicious greeue. Ham. That no Reuennew hast. And let those that play your Clownes. Oh. though in the meane time.men had made men. they imitated Humanity so ab-hominably. Will you two helpe to hasten them? Both. For there be of them. to hold as ’twer the Mirrour vp to Nature. Sir. like absurd pompe. Ham. Exeunt. Enter Horatio. haue so strutted and bellowed. How now my Lord. I hope we haue reform’d that indifferently with vs. Horatio? Hora. to shew Vertue her owne Feature. Exit Polonius. What hoa. Go make you readie. Scorne her owne Image. Play. and that highly (not to speake it prophanely) that neyther hauing the accent of Christians. and Guildensterne. or come tardie off. that I haue thought some of Natures Iouerney. Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare. O reforme it altogether. And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee. . his forme and pressure. The censure of the which One. And the Queene too. Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse.done. Exit Players. Why shold the poor be flatter’d? No. Hora. but thy good spirits [oo6 To feed & cloath thee. Now. speake no more then is set downe for them. Ham. Bid the Players make hast. to set on some quantitie of barren Spectators to laugh too.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1868 1869 1870 1871 1872 1873 1874 1875 1876 1877 1878 1879 1880 1881 1882 1884 1885 1886 1887 1888 1889 1890 1891 1892 1893 1894 1895 1896 1897 1898 1899 1900 1901 1902 1903 1904 1905 1906 1907 1908 1909 1910 1911 1912 1913 1914 thing so ouer. and that presently. that will themselues laugh. do not thinke I flatter: For what aduancement may I hope from thee. Nay. Will the King heare this peece of Worke? Pol. whose end both at the first and now. though it make the vnskil-full laugh. and heard others praise. or Norman. and not made them well.42 - .

and Rewards Hath ’tane with equall Thankes. King. when thou see’st that Acte a. I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet. They are comming to the Play: I must be idle. you plaid once i’th’ Vniuersity. and other Lords attendant with his Guard carrying Torches. Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule Obserue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt. I did enact Iulius Caesar. I. To sound what stop she please. I prythee. To censure of his seeming. and was accounted a good Actor. One Scoene of it comes neere the Circumstance Which I haue told thee. That I did my Lord.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1915 1916 1917 1918 1919 1920 1921 1922 1923 1924 1925 1926 1927 1928 1929 1930 1931 1932 1933 1934 1935 1936 1937 1938 1939 1940 1941 1942 1943 1944 1945 1946 1947 1948 1949 1950 1951 1952 1953 1954 1955 1956 1957 1958 1959 1960 And could of men distinguish.cramm’d. A man that Fortunes buffets. Ham. Sound a Flourish. that suffers nothing. Rosincrance. Ophelia. And blest are those. For thou hast bene As one in suffering all. Now my Lord. Something too much of this. Giue him needfull note. to kill so Capitall a . Hora. of the Camelions dish: I eate the Ayre promise. If he steale ought the whil’st this Play is Playing. And scape detecting. That is not Passions Slaue. these words are not mine. There is a Play to night to before the King. Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech. King. How fares our Cosin Hamlet? Ham.43 - . in my Heart of heart. That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger. Enter King. you cannot feed Capons so. nor mine. It was a bruite part of him. As I do thee. Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co. And what did you enact? Pol. I was kill’d i’th’ Capitol: Brutus kill’d me. Ham. Giue me that man. Ham. Ham. her election Hath seal’d thee for her selfe. Excellent Ifaith. For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face: And after we will both our iudgements ioyne. Guildensterne. and I will weare him In my hearts Core.foot. Danish March. Get you a place. Well my Lord. Polonius. of my Fathers death. I will pay the Theft. you say? Polon. No. It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene: And my Imaginations are as foule As Vulcans Stythe. Queene.mingled.

He takes her vp. I my Lord. The dumbe shew enters. seeming to lament with her. Ophe. Exeunt Ophe. Enter a King and Queene. the Hoby. but in the end. do you marke that? Ham. sit by me. The Queene returnes. No my Lord. What is my Lord? Ham. ’tis twice two moneths. Come hither my good Hamlet. She kneeles. She seeing him a. Belike this shew imports the Argument of the . leaues him.44 - . Ladie. What meanes this. but be merrie. may out. For looke you how cheereful-ly my Mother lookes. For o. a great mans Memorie. Oh God. takes off his Crowne. Hoboyes play. with some two or three Mutes comes in againe. here’s Mettle more attractiue. and not forgotten yet? Then there’s hope. Ha. and makes shew of Protestation vnto him. and makes passionate Action. I thinke nothing. Qu. Ham. that meanes Mischeefe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 1961 1962 1963 1964 1965 1966 1967 1968 1969 1970 1971 1972 1973 1974 1975 1976 1977 1978 1979 1980 1981 1982 1983 1984 1985 1986 1987 1988 1989 1990 1991 1992 1993 1994 1995 1996 1997 1998 1999 2000 2001 2002 2003 2004 2005 2006 Calfe there. and declines his head vpon her neck. my Lord. shall I lye in your Lap? Ophe.liue his life halfe a yeare: But byrlady he must builde Churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking on. findes the King dead. Ophe. Ham.maker: what should a man do. I my Lord. Oh ho. she seemes loath and vnwilling awhile. my Head vpon your Lap? Ophe. whose Epitaph is. and my Father dyed within’s two Houres. The Poysoner. Ham. Oh Heauens! dye two mo-neths ago. For o. You are merrie. accepts his loue. Nothing. the Queene embra-cing him.horse is forgot. Do you thinke I meant Country matters? Ophe. Nay. very louingly. my Lord. Ham. my Lord? Ham. I meane.sleepe. Be the Players ready? Rosin. That’s a faire thought to ly betweene Maids legs Ophe. No good Mother. your onely Iigge.horsse. kisses it. and powres poyson in the Kings eares. and Exits. Marry this is Miching Malicho. Who I? Ophe. So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke. my Lord? Ham. Pol. The dead body is carried away: The Poysoner Wooes the Queene with Gifts. I my Lord. Ham. for Ile haue a suite of Sables. Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers. Anon comes in a Fellow. Ophe. they stay vpon your patience. with the Hoby.

my Feare is so. And as my Loue is siz’d. Faith I must leaue thee Loue. I. You are naught. or in extremity: Now what my loue is. Neptunes salt Wash. proofe hath made you know. Enter King and his Queene. Bapt.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012 2013 2014 2015 2016 2017 2018 2019 2020 2021 2022 2023 2024 2025 2026 2027 2028 2029 2030 2031 2032 2033 2034 2035 2036 2037 2038 2039 2040 2041 2042 2043 2044 2045 2046 2047 2048 2049 2050 2051 2052 Play? Ham. Full thirtie times hath Phoebus Cart gon round. Are base respects of Thrift. None wed the second. So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone Make vs againe count o’re. [oo6v In neither ought. hee’l not shame to tell you what it meanes. About the World haue times twelue thirties beene. must needs be Treason in my brest: In second Husband. one as kinde. and Tellus Orbed ground: And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene. Heere stooping to your Clemencie: We begge your hearing Patientlie. Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must: For womens Feare and Loue. King. and from your former state. For vs. The instances that second Marriage moue. but none of Loue. Is this a Prologue. you are so sicke of late. Ham. Wormwood. Bee not you asham’d to shew. But woe is me. Ophe. Ham.45 - . but who kill’d the first. King. Ile marke the Play. or the Poesie of a Ring? Ophe. they’l tell all. you are naught. Bap. Ham. That I distrust you: yet though I distrust. in most sacred Bands. Ophe. and for our Tragedie. Wormwood. and haply. A second time. Will they tell vs what this shew meant? Ham. So farre from cheere. ere loue be done. let me be accurst. Since loue our hearts. belou’d. Honour’d. . For Husband shalt thou— Bap. and shortly too: My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do: And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde. or any shew that you’l shew him. We shall know by these Fellowes: the Players cannot keepe counsell. holds quantitie. Oh confound the rest: Such Loue. and Hymen did our hands Vnite comutuall. ’Tis briefe my Lord. Enter Prologue. As Womans loue. I kill my Husband dead.

The poore aduanc’d. So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed. The passion ending. but poore validitie: Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree. For ’tis a question left vs yet to proue.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2053 2054 2055 2056 2057 2058 2059 2060 2061 2062 2063 2064 2065 2066 2067 2068 2069 2070 2071 2072 2073 2074 2075 2076 2077 2078 2079 2080 2081 2082 2083 2084 2085 2086 2087 2088 2089 2090 2091 2092 2093 2094 2095 2096 2097 2098 When second Husband kisses me in Bed. The Lady protests to much me thinkes. But orderly to end. you marke his fauourites flies. and it destroy: Both heere. If once a Widdow. what to our selues is debt: What to our selues in passion we propose. when they mellow bee. that we forget To pay our selues. Sport and repose locke from me day and night: Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy. euer I be Wife. This world is not for aye. Of violent Birth. ’Tis deepely sworne: Sweet. leaue me heere a while. That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne.46 - . But fall vnshaken. Whether Loue lead Fortune. King. Most necessary ’tis. and hence. Nor Earth to giue me food. I do beleeue you. Ioy greeues on slender accident. Think what now you speak: But what we do determine. where I begun. nor ’tis not strange That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change. The violence of other Greefe or Ioy. Bap. Greefe doth most lament. Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run. pursue me lasting strife. Greefe ioyes. oft we breake: Purpose is but the slaue to Memorie. Ham. shall neuer lacke a Frend: And who in want a hollow Friend doth try. But die thy thoughts. Sleepe rocke thy Braine. makes Friends of Enemies: And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend. and faine I would beguile The tedious day with sleepe. Sleepes And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. when thy first Lord is dead. King. Meet what I would haue well. nor Heauen light. how like you this Play? Qu. . The great man downe. doth the purpose lose. Directly seasons him his Enemie. If she should breake it now. or else Fortune Loue. their ends none of our owne. My spirits grow dull. Qu. Exit Ham. For who not needs. Madam. Our thoughts are ours. Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy: Where Ioy most Reuels.

It would cost you a groaning. Begin Murderer. Pox. You are keene my Lord. King. I could interpret betweene you and your loue: if I could see the Puppets dallying.trap: Marry how? Tropically: This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna: Gon-zago is the Dukes name. to take off my edge. Ham. No. The Hart vngalled play: For some must watch. With Hecats Ban. So you mistake Husbands. Lights. Ham. How fares my Lord? Pol. Thoughts blacke. Enter Lucianus. and Time agreeing: Confederate season. Still better and worse. Lights. Exeunt Manet Hamlet & Horatio. my Lord. Giue me some Light. Lights. Ophe. it touches vs not: let the gall’d iade winch: our withers are vnrung. they do but iest. All. Away. thrice blasted. What. Ophe. leaue thy damnable Faces. He poysons him i’th’ Garden for’s estate: His name’s Gonzago: the Story is extant and writ in choyce Italian. Qu. while some must sleepe. Ham. Thy naturall Magicke. Powres the poyson in his eares. King. else. . Oh but shee’l keepe her word. The Mouse. Come. and dire propertie. Drugges fit. You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the loue of Gonzago’s wife. Ham. no Creature seeing: Thou mixture ranke. frighted with false fire. and begin. The King rises. poyson in iest. King. You are a good Chorus. hands apt. What do you call the Play? Ham. the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Re-uenge. and wee that haue free soules. no Of-fence i’th’ world. you are keene. Lucian. is there no Of-fence in’t? Ham. Ophe. vsurpe immediately.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2099 2100 2101 2102 2103 2104 2105 2106 2107 2108 2109 2110 2111 2112 2113 2114 2115 2116 2117 2118 2119 2120 2121 2122 2124 2125 2126 2127 2128 2129 2130 2131 2132 2133 2134 2135 2136 2137 2138 2139 2140 2141 2142 2143 2144 2145 Ham. Why let the strucken Deere go weepe. no. Haue you heard the Argument. Giue o’re the Play. Ham. of Midnight Weeds collected. This is one Lucianus nephew to the King. thrice infected. On wholsome life.47 - . Ham. his wife Baptista: you shall see anon: ’tis a knauish peece of worke: But what o’that? Your Maiestie. Ophe.

your pardon. Guild. Ham. With drinke Sir? Guild. [pp1 Ham. a whole History. You are welcome. Guild. if the rest of my Fortunes turne Turke with me. Halfe a share. in most great affli-ction of spirit. good my Lord. Verie well my Lord. I will doe your Mothers command’ment: if not. sir. I did verie well note him. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more ri-cher. Guild. Ham. Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand pound. Would not this Sir. Hor. I cannot. and start not so wildely from my affayre. If it shall please you to make me a whol-some answer. Good my Lord. Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne. I am tame Sir. What. with two Prouinciall Roses on my rac’d Shooes. Guild. Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame. to signifie this to his Doctor: for for me to put him to his Purgation. For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere. You might haue Rim’d. Ham. Ham. A whole one I. Did’st perceiue? Hora. Nay. No my Lord. and a Forrest of Feathers. Ham. Guild. I sir. Ham. The Queene your Mother. what of him? Guild. The King. hath sent me to you. Come some Musicke. Ham. this courtesie is not of the right breed. Why then belike he likes it not perdie. and my returne shall bee the end of my Businesse. my Lord? . Sir. maruellous distemper’d. Is in his retyrement. Vpon the talke of the poysoning? Hora. Guild. A verie verie Paiocke. Oh. vouchsafe me a word with you.48 - . Sir.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2146 2147 2148 2149 2150 2151 2152 2153 2154 2155 2156 2157 2158 2159 2160 2161 2162 2163 2164 2165 2166 2167 2168 2169 2170 2171 2172 2173 2174 2175 2176 2177 2178 2179 2180 2181 2182 2183 2184 2185 2186 2187 2188 2189 2190 2191 So runnes the world away. pronounce. get me a Fellowship in a crie of Players sir. would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller. rather with choller. Come y Recorders: For if the King like not the Comedie. ha? Come some Musick. Ham. Ham. Ham. This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe. Hora. And now reignes heere. Oh good Horatio.

Ham. my loue is too vnmannerly. you would sound mee from my lowest . Why looke you now. Beleeue me. I. I pray you. I haue not the skill. Guild. Sir I lacke Aduancement. Ham. Good my Lord. ’Tis as easie as lying: gouerne these Ventiges with your finger and thumbe. were she ten times our Mother.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2192 2193 2194 2195 2196 2197 2198 2199 2200 2201 2202 2203 2204 2205 2206 2207 2208 2209 2210 2211 2212 2213 2214 2215 2216 2217 2218 2219 2220 2221 2222 2223 2224 2225 2226 2227 2228 2229 2230 2231 2232 2233 2234 2235 2236 2237 Ham. Ham. that can so astonish a Mother. what is your cause of distem-per? You do freely barre the doore of your owne Liber-tie. giue it breath with your mouth. if you deny your greefes to your Friend. as if you would driue me into a toyle? Guild. Ham. and admiration. such answers as I can make. Haue you any further Trade with vs? Rosin. I do beseech you. and it will discourse most excellent Musicke. Ham. Enter one with a Recorder. Rosin. My Mother you say. O the Recorder. How can that be.49 - . Ham. My Lord. Then thus she sayes: your behauior hath stroke her into amazement. But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mo-thers admiration? Rosin. when you haue the voyce of the King himselfe. But these cannot I command to any vtterance of hermony. I know no touch of it. you would seeme to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart of my Mysterie. I cannot. Rosin. ere you go to bed. my Lord. O my Lord. by these pickers and stealers. for your Succession in Denmarke? Ham. the Prouerbe is something musty. but while the grasse growes. these are the stoppes. if my Dutie be too bold. She desires to speake with you in her Closset. my Mother: therfore no more but to the matter. Make you a wholsome answere: my wits dis-eas’d. But sir. Ham. Guild. Oh wonderfull Sonne. I cannot. My Lord. Ham. to withdraw with you. Rosin. So I do still. Will you play vpon this Pipe? Guild. you once did loue me. I do not well vnderstand that. Looke you. Guild. why do you go about to recouer the winde of mee. you shal com-mand: or rather you say. Ham. We shall obey. how vnworthy a thing you make of me: you would play vpon mee. Let me see.

I will say so. then a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will. My Lord. We will our selues prouide: Most holie and Religious feare it is To keepe those many many bodies safe That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie. and Hell it selfe breaths out Contagion to this world. God blesse you Sir. Rosin. Then will I come to my Mother. I will speake Daggers to her. Polon. may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies. Guild. By and by. Ham.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2238 2239 2240 2241 2242 2243 2244 2245 2246 2247 2248 2249 2250 2251 2252 2253 2254 2255 2256 2257 2258 2259 2260 2261 2262 2263 2264 2265 2266 2267 2268 2269 2270 2271 2272 2273 2274 2275 2276 2277 2278 2279 2280 2281 2282 2283 Note. Polon. Verie like a Whale. When Churchyards yawne. the Queene would speak with you. Ham. you cannot play vpon me. Soft now. is easily said. By’th’ Masse. I your Commission will forthwith dispatch. I will come by and by. to my Mother: Oh Heart. Me thinkes it is like a Weazell. but vse none: My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites. in this little Organe. though you can fret me.50 - . And he to England shall along with you: The termes of our estate. Why do you thinke. loose not thy Nature. and presently. I like him not. nor stands it safe with vs. To giue them Seales. Therefore prepare you. Polon. by and by: They foole me to the top of my bent. Rosincrance. To let his madnesse range. Enter Polonius. Ham. Polon. King. and it’s like a Camell indeed. not vnnaturall. Now could I drink hot blood. Leaue me Friends: ’Tis now the verie witching time of night. The single . to the top of my Compasse: and there is much Mu-sicke. enter this firme bosome: Let me be cruell. Ham. Exit. yet cannot you make it. It is back’d like a Weazell. and Guildensterne. Do you see that Clowd? that’s almost in shape like a Camell. Enter King. let not euer The Soule of Nero. Or like a Whale? Polon. neuer my Soule consent. Ham. that I am easier to bee plaid on. And do such bitter businesse as the day Would quake to looke on. excellent Voice. How in my words someuer she be shent.

Pray can I not. defeats my strong intent. Enter Polonius. A Brothers murther. ten thousand lesser things Are mortiz’d and adioyn’d: which when it falles. And like a man to double businesse bound. Since Nature makes them partiall.stalled ere we come to fall. and wisely was it said. but with a generall grone. Neuer alone Did the King sighe. should o’re. Ile call vpon you ere you go to bed. It is a massie wheele Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount. For we will Fetters put vpon this feare. King. Exeunt Gent. Both. That Spirit. Oh my offence is ranke. [pp1v Which now goes too free. but this two. what forme of Prayer Can serue my turne? Forgiue me my foule Murther: That cannot be. ’Tis meete that some more audience then a Mother. But oh.heare The speech of vantage. My Lord. To be fore. Ile warrant shee’l tax him home. To whose huge Spoakes. King. pettie consequence Attends the boystrous Ruine. Thankes deere my Lord. Or pardon’d being downe? Then Ile looke vp. he’s going to his Mothers Closset: Behinde the Arras Ile conuey my selfe To heare the Processe. And as you said.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2284 2285 2286 2287 2288 2289 2290 2291 2292 2293 2294 2295 2296 2297 2298 2299 2300 2301 2302 2303 2304 2305 2306 2307 2308 2309 2310 2311 2312 2313 2314 2315 2316 2317 2318 2319 2320 2321 2322 2323 2324 2325 2326 2327 2328 2329 And peculiar life is bound With all the strength and Armour of the minde. Arme you. My fault is past. but like a Gulfe doth draw What’s neere it. with it.footed. Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heauens To wash it white as Snow? Whereto serues mercy. Though inclination be as sharpe as will: My stronger guilt. It hath the primall eldest curse vpon’t. Each small annexment.51 - . Fare you well my Liege. the cease of Maiestie Dies not alone. I pray you to this speedie Voyage. what if this cursed hand Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood. I stand in pause where I shall first begin.fold force. Pol. We will haste vs. since I am still possest . And tell you what I know. it smels to heauen. vpon whose spirit depends and rests The liues of many. To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more. And both neglect. But to confront the visage of Offence? And what’s in Prayer.

King. All may be well. whereto it goes. He will come straight: . and heart with strings of Steele. that strugling to be free. now he is praying. And that his Soule may be as damn’d and blacke As Hell. And now Ile doo’t. And oft ’tis seene. there the Action lyes In his true Nature.52 - . Be soft as sinewes of the new. There is no shuffling. my thoughts remain below. Ham. full of bread. swearing. What can it not? Yet what can it. My words flye vp. when one cannot repent? Oh wretched state! Oh bosome. do this same Villaine send To heauen. At gaming. Vp Sword. He tooke my Father grossely. or about some acte That ha’s no rellish of Saluation in’t. and my Queene: May one be pardon’d. who knowes. And how his Audit stands. make assay: Bow stubborne knees. My Mother stayes. saue Heauen: But in our circumstance and course of thought ’Tis heauie with him: and am I then reueng’d. that his heeles may kicke at Heauen. With all his Crimes broad blowne. Then trip him. My Crowne. To take him in the purging of his Soule. and for that I his foule Sonne. Oh this is hyre and Sallery. and know thou a more horrid hent When he is drunke asleepe: or in his Rage. Exit. To giue in euidence. mine owne Ambition. What then? What rests? Try what Repentance can. This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes. Enter Hamlet. and we our selues compell’d Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults. Pol. not Reuenge. neuer to Heauen go. And so am I reueng’d: that would be scann’d.borne Babe. and retaine th’ offence? In the corrupted currants of this world. blacke as death! Oh limed soule. Exit. Or in th’ incestuous pleasure of his bed. When he is fit and season’d for his passage? No. Now might I do it pat. as fresh as May. but ’tis not so aboue. Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2330 2331 2332 2333 2334 2335 2336 2337 2338 2339 2340 2341 2342 2343 2344 2345 2346 2347 2348 2349 2350 2351 2352 2353 2354 2355 2356 2357 2358 2359 2360 2361 2362 2363 2364 2365 2366 2367 2368 2369 2370 2371 2372 2373 2374 2375 Of those effects for which I did the Murther. Enter Queene and Polonius. A Villaine killes my Father. Words without thoughts. and so he goes to Heauen. the wicked prize it selfe Buyes out the Law. Art more ingag’d: Helpe Angels.

Ham. I Lady. Qu. come. Qu. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me? Helpe. How now. go. I tooke thee for thy Betters. ’twas my word. As kill a King. Tell him his prankes haue been too broad to beare with. Qu. hoa. and him. Ham. what’s the matter? Qu. mother. feare me not. Qu. That it is proofe and bulwarke against Sense. Qu. helpe. Whats the matter now? Qu. A bloody deed. come. peace. helpe. sit you downe. almost as bad good Mother.53 - . Qu. Oh I am slaine. No by the Rood. As kill a King? Ham. helpe. what hast thou done? Ham. not so: You are the Queene. Nay I know not. and stoode betweene Much heate. intruding foole farewell. Mother. dead. Now Mother. a Rat? dead for a Ducate. you haue my Father much offended. within. And that your Grace hath screen’d. Thou wretched. and bloody deed is this? Ham. take thy Fortune. Killes Polonius. I heare him coming. Ham. But would you were not so. Go. your Husbands Brothers wife. Pol. mother. Come. for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuffe. Thou find’st to be too busie. And let me wring your heart. Qu. you question with an idle tongue. helpe. is some danger. Oh me. You are my Mother. Ham. Withdraw. is it the King? Qu. Why how now Hamlet? Ham. you shall not boudge: You go not till I set you vp a glasse. What haue I done. Ile silence me e’ene heere: Pray you be round with him. Ham. Leaue wringing of your hands. Ile warrant you. Hamlet. and sit you downe. If damned Custome haue not braz’d it so. Where you may see the inmost part of you? Qu. Haue you forgot me? Ham. Mother. that thou dar’st wag thy tong. Enter Hamlet. Ham. . What hoa. thou hast thy Father much offended. Pol. and marrie with his Brother. then Ile set those to you that can speake.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2376 2377 2378 2379 2380 2381 2382 2383 2384 2385 2386 2387 2388 2389 2390 2391 2392 2393 2394 2395 2396 2397 2398 2399 2400 2401 2402 2403 2404 2405 2406 2407 2408 2409 2410 2411 2412 2413 2414 2415 2416 2417 2418 2419 2420 2421 Looke you lay home to him. rash. Oh what a rash. you answer with an idle tongue. Nay. Come.

The hey. Qu. And melt in her owne fire. as actiuely doth burne. Is thought. And makes a blister there. Haue you eyes? Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed. like the Herald Mercurie New lighted on a heauen. it’s humble. Oh such a deed.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2422 2423 2424 2425 2426 2427 2428 2429 2430 2431 2432 2433 2434 2435 2436 2437 2438 2439 2440 2441 2442 2443 2444 2445 2446 2447 2448 2449 2450 2451 2452 2453 2454 2455 2456 2457 2458 2459 2460 2461 2462 2463 2464 2465 2466 2467 In noise so rude against me? Ham. Qu. To flaming youth. And batten on this Moore? Ha? Haue you eyes? You cannot call it Loue: For at your age. That thus hath cousend you at hoodman. And waites vpon the Iudgement: and what Iudgement Would step from this. Looke you now what followes. Makes marriage vowes As false as Dicers Oathes. And there I see such blacke and grained spots. As will not leaue their Tinct.blinde? O Shame! where is thy Blush? Rebellious Hell. Ham. Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soule. speake no more. Since Frost it selfe. As Reason panders Will.54 - . let Vertue be as waxe. that roares so lowd. & thun-ders in the Index. Heere is your Husband.kissing hill: A Combination. to this? What diuell was’t. The counterfet presentment of two Brothers: See what a grace was seated on his Brow. like a Mildew’d eare Blasting his wholsom breath. . Looke heere vpon this Picture. Hyperions curles. [pp2 As from the body of Contraction pluckes The very soule. If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones. Such an Act That blurres the grace and blush of Modestie. This was your Husband. Cals Vertue Hypocrite. O Hamlet. what act. Heauens face doth glow. to threaten or command A Station. An eye like Mars. the front of Ioue himselfe. With tristfull visage as against the doome. Where euery God did seeme to set his Seale. Yea this solidity and compound masse. To giue the world assurance of a man.day in the blood is tame. and sweete Religion makes A rapsidie of words. and on this. When the compulsiue Ardure giues the charge.sicke at the act. and a forme indeed. Proclaime no shame. Aye me. takes off the Rose From the faire forehead of an innocent loue.

Qu. And as the sleeping Soldiours in th’ Alarme. lets go by Th’ important acting of your dread command? Oh say. A Murderer. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide. and stand an end. and her fighting Soule. your spirits wildely peepe. Nay. Your bedded haire. that is not twentieth part the tythe Of your precedent Lord. What would your gracious figure? Qu. on him: look you how pale he glares. Alas. Do not forget: this Visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. A King of shreds and patches. Whereon do you looke? Ham. no more. the precious Diadem stole. Vpon the heate and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle coole patience. Ghost. Do not looke vpon me. Alas he’s mad. That from a shelfe. A vice of Kings. On him. Enter Ghost. Forth at your eyes. teares perchance for blood. No more. Qu. preaching to stones. Stew’d in Corruption. Ham. These words like Daggers enter in mine eares. and houer o’re me with your wings You heauenly Guards. His forme and cause conioyn’d.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2468 2469 2470 2471 2472 2473 2474 2475 2476 2477 2478 2479 2480 2481 2482 2483 2484 2485 2486 2487 2488 2489 2490 2491 2492 2493 2494 2495 2496 2497 2498 2499 2500 2501 2502 2503 2504 2505 2506 2507 2508 2509 2510 2511 2512 2513 Ham. Ham. Least with this pitteous action you conuert My sterne effects: then what I haue to do. honying and making loue Ouer the nasty Stye. A Cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule. Ham. like life in excrements. How is it with you Lady? Qu. how is’t with you? That you bend your eye on vacancie. Ham. And with their corporall ayre do hold discourse. Saue me. No more sweet Hamlet. To who do you speake this? Ham. Oh speake to me. and a Villaine: A Slaue. but to liue In the ranke sweat of an enseamed bed. Amazement on thy Mother sits. And put it in his Pocket.55 - . strongest workes. Will want true colour. Conceit in weakest bodies. But looke. Qu. O step betweene her. Speake to her Hamlet. Start vp. Would make them capeable. Do you see nothing there? . Oh gentle Sonne. That laps’t in Time and Passion.

Exit. Qu.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2514 2515 2516 2517 2518 2519 2520 2521 2522 2523 2524 2525 2526 2527 2528 2529 2530 2531 2532 2533 2534 2535 2536 2537 2538 2539 2540 2541 2542 2543 2544 2545 2546 2547 2548 2549 2550 2551 2552 2553 2554 2555 2556 2557 2558 2559 Qu. And do not spred the Compost on the Weedes. Why look you there: looke how it steals away: My Father in his habite. call you his Mouse. for leaue to do him good. Mother. What shall I do? Ham. Once more goodnight. . This is the very coynage of your Braine. Whil’st ranke Corruption mining all within. Pinch Wanton on your cheeke. This bodilesse Creation extasie is very cunning in. Ham. For this same Lord.56 - . Thus bad begins and worse remaines behinde. and this with me. as he liued. That not your trespasse. Looke where he goes euen now out at the Portall. Ham. for loue of Grace. Assume a Vertue. To punish me with this. Yea courb. if you haue it not. Ham. Lay not a flattering Vnction to your soule. Ham. And liue the purer with the other halfe. Nothing at all. And when you are desirous to be blest. I will bestow him. Ile blessing begge of you. Good night. For in the fatnesse of this pursie times. of Vice must pardon begge. O throw away the worser part of it. No. Oh Hamlet. yet all that is I see. Vertue it selfe. I must be cruell. but my madnesse speakes: It will but skin and filme the Vlcerous place. and will answer well The death I gaue him: so againe. onely to be kinde. Qu. good night. refraine to night. To make them ranke. but go not to mine Vnkles bed. Confesse your selfe to Heauen. And makes as healthfull Musicke. nothing but our selues. Nor did you nothing heare? Qu. Not this by no meanes that I bid you do: Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed. It is not madnesse That I haue vttered. Extasie? My Pulse as yours doth temperately keepe time. auoyd what is to come. Forgiue me this my Vertue. bring me to the Test And I the matter will re. Thou hast cleft my heart in twaine. That I must be their Scourge and Minister. I do repent: but heauen hath pleas’d it so. And that shall lend a kinde of easinesse To the next abstinence. and woe. Infects vnseene. Repent what’s past. Qu.word: which madnesse Would gamboll from.

Vnpegge the Basket on the houses top: Let the Birds flye. and winde. King. Ham. There’s matters in these sighes. Make you to rauell all this matter out. Good night Mother. This man shall set me packing: Ile lugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome. a Rat. from a Bat. Who would do so. No in despight of Sense and Secrecie. you know that? Qu. Where is your Sonne? Qu. Tis fit we vnderstand them. hearing something stirre. He whips his Rapier out. These profound heaues You must translate. . Come sir. Who was in life. most secret. Qu. and most graue. Mad as the Seas. creepe And breake your owne necke downe. Would from a Paddocke. in his lawlesse fit Behinde the Arras. Such deere concernings hide. how shall this bloody deede be answered? It will be laide to vs. But made in craft. And in his brainish apprehension killes The vnseene good old man. Exit Hamlet tugging in Polonius. what haue I seene to night? King.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2560 2561 2562 2563 2564 2565 2566 2567 2568 2569 2570 2571 2572 2573 2574 2575 2576 2577 2578 2579 2580 2581 2582 2583 2584 2585 2586 2587 2588 2589 2590 2591 2592 2593 2594 2595 2596 2597 2598 2599 2600 2601 2602 2603 2604 2605 And let him for a paire of reechie kisses. To you your selfe. a Gibbe. Ham. Oh heauy deed: It had bin so with vs had we beene there: His Liberty is full of threats to all. if words be made of breath. to draw toward an end with you. I must to England. For who that’s but a Queene. Mother goodnight. King. sober. faire. And breath of life: I haue no life to breath What thou hast saide to me. and like the famous Ape To try Conclusions in the Basket. Be thou assur’d. That I essentially am not in madnesse. Ah my good Lord. Alacke I had forgot: ’Tis so concluded on. whose prouidence Should haue kept short. wise. to euery one. What Gertrude? How do’s Hamlet? Qu. Alas. when both contend Which is the Mightier.57 - . restrain’d. and cries a Rat. to vs. [pp2v Or padling in your necke with his damn’d Fingers. a foolish prating Knaue. and out of haunt. ’Twere good you let him know. Enter King. Indeede this Counsellor Is now most still.

Exit Gent. Go seeke him out. and bring the body Into the Chappell. that we may take it thence. Oh come away. Take you me for a Spundge. whereto ’tis Kinne. and this vilde deed. Oh Gertrude. first mouth’d to be last swallowed. Ho Guildenstern: Friends both go ioyne you with some further ayde: Hamlet in madnesse hath Polonius slaine. to be demanded of a Spundge. what re-plication should be made by the Sonne of a King. And beare it to the Chappell. my Lord? Ham. And from his Mother Clossets hath he drag’d him.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2606 2607 2608 2609 2610 2611 2612 2613 2614 2615 2616 2617 2618 2619 2620 2621 2622 2623 2624 2625 2626 2627 2628 2629 2630 2631 2632 2633 2634 2635 2636 2637 2638 2639 2640 2641 2642 2643 2644 2645 2646 2647 2648 2649 2650 2651 This mad yong man. come away: The Sun no sooner shall the Mountaines touch. What noise? Who cals on Hamlet? Oh heere they come. his Authorities (but such Officers do the King best seruice in the end. Rosin. He keepes them like an Ape in the corner of his iaw. And what’s vntimely done. I sir. I pray you hast in this. Tell vs where ’tis. To keepe it from divulging. and Spundge you shall be dry againe. Ro. & Guild. To let them know both what we meane to do. Ham. Hamlet. We must with all our Maiesty and Skill Both countenance. But we will ship him hence. What haue you done my Lord with the dead body? Ham. and not mine owne. Besides. Lord Hamlet. O’re whom his very madnesse like some Oare Among a Minerall of Mettels base Shewes it selfe pure. Gentlemen within. My soule is full of discord and dismay. Do not beleeue it. Ham. wee’l call vp our wisest friends. Rosin. King. Enter Hamlet. Where is he gone? Qu. Safely stowed. his Rewards. that sokes vp the Kings Countenance. That I can keepe your counsell. Ham. Rosin. Rosin. when he needes what you haue glean’d. Compounded it with dust. Exeunt. We would not vnderstand what was most fit. But so much was our loue. and Guildensterne. speake faire. let’s it feede Euen on the pith of life. Come Gertrude.58 - . Enter Ros. I vnderstand you not my Lord. and excuse. To draw apart the body he hath kild. Enter Ros. Beleeue what? Ham. it is but squee-zing you. But like the Owner of a foule disease. He weepes for what is done. .

Or not at all. and to find the bodie: How dangerous is it that this man goes loose: Yet must not we put the strong Law on him: Hee’s loued of the distracted multitude. you . but their eyes: And where ’tis so. if you finde him not this moneth. King. Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne. We cannot get from him. Now Hamlet. Without my Lord. King. but the King is not with the body. King. King. guarded to know your pleasure. you must tell vs where the body is. How now? What hath befalne? Rosin. Bring him before vs. At Supper? Where? Ham. but to one Table that’s the end. This sodaine sending him away. th’ Offenders scourge is weigh’d But neerer the offence: to beare all smooth. and go with vs to the King. What dost thou meane by this? [pp3 Ham. King. The body is with the King. I haue sent to seeke him. The King. is a thing— Guild. Who like not in their iudgement. and your leane Begger is but variable seruice to dishes. hide Fox. We fat all creatures else to fat vs. Enter Rosincrane.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2652 2653 2654 2655 2656 2657 2658 2659 2660 2661 2662 2663 2664 2665 2666 2667 2668 2669 2670 2671 2672 2673 2674 2675 2676 2677 2678 2679 2680 2681 2682 2683 2684 2685 2686 2687 2688 2689 2690 2691 2692 2693 2694 2695 2696 2697 Ham. By desperate appliance are releeued. Where is Polonius. and all after. where’s Polonius? Ham. Where the dead body is bestow’d my Lord. In heauen. If your Messen-ger finde him not there. but where he is eaten. Of nothing: bring me to him. At Supper. I am glad of it: a knauish speech sleepes in a foolish eare. Hoa. Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord. King. diseases desperate growne. Your worm is your onely Emperor for diet. Ham. and euen. My Lord. Rosin. Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may go a Progresse through the guts of a Begger. But where is he? Rosin. Your fat King. King. must seeme Deliberate pause. send thither to see. a cer-taine conuocation of wormes are e’ne at him. seeke him i’th other place your selfe: but indeed. Not where he eats. Rosin. and we fat our selfe for Magots. Exeunt Enter King.59 - . A thing my Lord? Ham.

Go Captaine. for England. Thy louing Father Hamlet. Exit Enter Fortinbras with an Armie. Exit. King. Exit King. for euery thing is Seal’d and done That else leanes on th’ Affaire. He will stay till ye come. Come. For. and so my mother. Tell him that by his license. We shall expresse our dutie in his eye. Th’ Associates tend. So is it. My Mother: Father and Mother is man and wife: man & wife is one flesh. Hamlet.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2698 2699 2700 2701 2702 2703 2704 2705 2706 2707 2708 2709 2710 2711 2712 2713 2714 2715 2716 2717 2718 2719 2720 2721 2722 2723 2724 2725 2726 2727 2728 2729 2730 2731 2732 2733 2734 2735 2736 2737 2738 2739 2740 2741 2742 2743 shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby. Good. for thine especial safety Which we do tender. Go safely on. Farewell deere Mother. Ham.60 - . if my loue thou holdst at ought. Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red After the Danish Sword. this deed of thine. The Barke is readie. and the winde at helpe. for England. if thou knew’st our purposes. which imports at full By Letters coniuring to that effect The present death of Hamlet. Hamlet. from me greet the Danish King. as we deerely greeue For that which thou hast done. How ere my happes. Ile haue him hence to night. thou maist not coldly set Our Soueraigne Processe. For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages. For England? King. And let him know so. Cap. K. King. Away. Fortinbras Claimes the conueyance of a promis’d March Ouer his Kingdome. I will doo’t. Go seeke him there. my ioyes were ne’re begun. . Ham. And England. For. and euery thing at bent For England. Ham. must send thee hence With fierie Quicknesse. King. As my great power thereof may giue thee sense. Do it England. I see a Cherube that see’s him: but come. Tempt him with speed aboord: Delay it not. I Hamlet. Ham. Follow him at foote. pray you make hast. You know the Rendeuous: If that his Maiesty would ought with vs. Therefore prepare thy selfe. my Lord. and thy free awe Payes homage to vs. And thou must cure me: Till I know ’tis done.

wee know what we are. He is dead and gone Lady. Well. and hems. How now Ophelia? Ophe. Ophe. It spill’s it selfe. and beats her heart. Qu. her moode will needs be pittied. Let her come in. She speakes much of her Father. Pray you let’s haue no words of this: but when they aske you what it meanes. he is dead and gone. Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought. Qu. King. Say you? Nay pray you marke. pretty Lady? Ophe. White his Shrow’d as the Mountaine Snow. They say the Owle was a Bakers daughter. in fearing to be spilt. God dil’d you. How do ye. Conceit vpon her Father.61 - . To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is) Each toy seemes Prologue. and his Sandal shoone. With true. For she may strew dangerous coniectures In ill breeding minds. Alas. Ophe. Spurnes enuiously at Strawes.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2744 2745 2746 2747 2748 2749 2750 2751 2752 2753 2754 2755 2756 2757 2758 2759 2760 2761 2762 2763 2764 2765 2766 2767 2768 2769 2770 2771 2772 2773 2774 2775 2776 2777 2778 2779 2780 2781 2782 2783 2784 2785 2786 2787 2788 2789 Enter Queene and Horatio. looke heere my Lord.loue showres. At his head a grasse. King. indeed distract. Pray you marke. I will not speake with her. to some great amisse. Ophe. Qu. Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song? Ophe. Though nothing sure. saies she heares There’s trickes i’th’ world. Lord. speakes things in doubt. Qu. Which as her winkes. they ayme at it. Qu. God be at your Table. and nods. say you this: . Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue The hearers to Collection. Ophe. Enter Ophelia distracted. Nay but Ophelia. yet much vnhappily. Qu. How should I your true loue know from another one? By his Cockle hat and staffe. And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts. but know not what we may be. Qu. Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark. Enter King. That carry but halfe sense: Her speech is nothing. She is importunate. Larded with sweet Flowers: Which bewept to the graue did not go. and gestures yeeld them. ’Twere good she were spoken with.greene Turfe. Hor. So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt. at his heeles a stone. What would she haue? Hor.

that out a Maid. Alacke. By gis. neuer departed more. And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death. to thinke they should lay him i’th’ cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it. I hope all will be well. Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts. and he most violent Author Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied. goodnight. Alacke. Giues me superfluous death. and fie for shame: Yong men wil doo’t. Charity. Next your Sonne gone. Gertrude. Qu. And thou hadst not come to my bed. [pp3v Without the which we are Pictures. Ophe. Let in the Maid. And I a Maid at your Window. or meere Beasts. Come. A Noise within. King. King. Valentines day. and her faire Iudgement. and as much containing as all these. Quoth she before you tumbled me. what noyse is this? . my Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies: Goodnight. & don’d his clothes. Follow her close. Pretty Ophelia. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont. if they come too’t. this. and by S[aint]. and whispers For good Polonius death. but I cannot choose but weepe. her Father slaine. and we haue done but greenly In hugger mugger to interre him. Like to a murdering Peece in many places. Oh Gertrude. We must bee patient. King. and so I thanke you for your good counsell. Poore Ophelia Diuided from her selfe. O my deere Gertrude. How long hath she bin thus? Ophe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2790 2791 2792 2793 2794 2795 2796 2797 2798 2799 2800 2801 2802 2803 2804 2805 2806 2807 2808 2809 2810 2811 2812 2813 2814 2815 2816 2817 2818 2819 2820 2821 2822 2823 2824 2825 2826 2827 2828 2829 2830 2831 2832 2833 2834 2835 To morrow is S[aint].62 - . all in the morning betime. Exit. keepes himselfe in clouds. Where in necessitie of matter Beggard. Enter a Messenger. But in Battalians. Last. When sorrowes comes. You promis’d me to Wed: So would I ha done by yonder Sunne. to be your Valentine. Giue her good watch I pray you: Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe. Her Brother is in secret come from France. Keepes on his wonder. it springs All from her Fathers death. First. Then vp he rose. they come not single spies. Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne In eare and eare. & dupt the chamber dore. By Cocke they are too blame.

giue me my Father. Where is the King. in a Riotous head. That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant. Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges. Antiquity forgot. Laertes King. King. Tell me Laertes. The doores are broke. and tongues. Calmely good Laertes. No. Laertes shall be King. That Treason can but peepe to what it would. Laer. Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude. That both the worlds I giue to negligence. brands the Harlot Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow Of my true Mother. Oh thou vilde King. Laer. King. applaud it to the clouds. to the blackest diuell. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the doore. Noise within.beares your Officers. Al. Laer. Laer. But not by him. To hell Allegeance: Vowes. That drop of blood. hands. we will. my Lord. All. Enter Laertes. Laer. What is the matter? Mes. We will. that calmes Proclaimes me Bastard: Cries Cuckold to my Father. I thanke you: Keepe the doore. Caps. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry. Custome not knowne. How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel’d with. Qu. The Ocean (ouer. They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King. to the profoundest Pit. Qu. Conscience and Grace. The Ratifiers and props of euery word. the rabble call him Lord.peering of his List) Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste Then young Laertes. Laer. Where’s my Father? King. Dead. Saue your selfe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2836 2837 2838 2839 2840 2841 2842 2843 2844 2845 2846 2847 2848 2849 2850 2851 2852 2853 2854 2855 2856 2857 2858 2859 2860 2861 2862 2863 2864 2865 2866 2867 2868 2869 2870 2871 2872 2873 2874 2875 2876 2877 2878 2879 2880 2881 King. Acts little of his will. Ore. . I pray you giue me leaue. sirs? Stand you all without.like? Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person: There’s such Diuinity doth hedge a King. I dare Damnation: to this point I stand. And as the world were now but to begin. King. Let him demand his fill. Speake man.63 - . What is the cause Laertes. Qu. let’s come in.

Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye. Till our Scale turnes the beame. a yong Maids wits. . My Will. And am most sensible in greefe for it. Good Laertes: If you desire to know the certaintie Of your deere Fathers death. Had’st thou thy wits. To his good Friends. Enter Ophelia. teares seuen times salt. Laer. Ile husband them so well. Laer. nony. thus wide Ile ope my Armes: And like the kinde Life.stake you will draw both Friend and Foe. They shall go farre with little. King.rend’ring Politician. By Heauen. sweet Ophelia: Oh Heauens. hey nony: And on his graue raines many a teare. They bore him bare fac’d on the Beer. There’s Rosemary. Ophe. That Soop. King. Fare you well my Doue. Repast them with my blood. and where ’tis fine. A noise within. Oh. And for my meanes. Why now you speake Like a good Childe. Who shall stay you? Laer. King. Laer. You must sing downe a. how the wheele becomes it? It is the false Steward that stole his masters daughter. Deere Maid. It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce As day do’s to your eye. Ophe. Ophe. King. Oh Rose of May.downe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2882 2883 2884 2885 2886 2887 2888 2889 2890 2891 2892 2893 2894 2895 2896 2897 2898 2899 2900 2901 2902 2903 2904 2905 2906 2907 2908 2909 2910 2911 2912 2913 2914 2915 2916 2917 2918 2919 2920 2921 2922 2923 2924 2925 2926 2927 Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng’d Most throughly for my Father. thy madnesse shall be payed by waight. and a true Gentleman.a. kinde Sister. it could not moue thus. Will you know them then. Laer. Let her come in. Hey non nony. not all the world. That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death. This nothings more then matter. It sends some precious instance of it selfe After the thing it loues.downe. if writ in your reuenge. and you call him a. is’t possible. La. None but his Enemies. that’s for Remembraunce.64 - . and did’st perswade Re-uenge. Winner and Looser. How now? what noise is that? Oh heate drie vp my Braines. Should be as mortall as an old mans life? Nature is fine in Loue.

no. let the great Axe fall. Ophe. we will our Kingdome giue. And of all Christian Soules. Hell it selfe: She turnes to Fauour. Our Crowne. [pp4 Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will. There’s Fennell for you. What are they that would speake with me? . thoughts & remem-brance fitted.65 - . Be you content to lend your patience to vs. And will he not come againe. that’s for Thoughts. his obscure buriall. Hora. Laer. For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy. Ophe. A document in madnesse. Exeunt Enter Horatio. Cry to be heard. But if not. Laer. but they wither’d all when my Father dy-ed: They say. If by direct or by Colaterall hand They finde vs touch’d. Let this be so: His meanes of death. Passion. and heere’s some for me. he is dead. No Trophee. No Noble rite. I must common with your greefe. and Affliction. with an Attendant. And will he not come againe: No.bed. our Life. Exeunt Ophelia Laer. he made a good end.Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew with a difference. So you shall: And where th’ offence is. and we cast away mone. Laertes. His Beard as white as Snow. Laer. And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule To giue it due content. All Flaxen was his Pole: He is gone. he is gone. and to prettinesse. go to thy Death. Or you deny me right: go but apart. nor Hatchment o’re his bones. I pray you go with me. And they shall heare and iudge ’twixt you and me. Thought. King. and Columbines: ther’s Rew for you. and all that we call Ours To you in satisfaction. Wee may call it Herbe. Sword. I pray God. nor formall ostentation. He neuer wil come againe. I would giue you some Violets. Do you see this.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2928 2929 2930 2931 2932 2933 2934 2935 2936 2937 2938 2939 2940 2941 2942 2943 2944 2945 2946 2947 2948 2949 2950 2951 2952 2953 2954 2955 2956 2957 2958 2959 2960 2961 2962 2963 2964 2965 2966 2967 2968 2969 2970 2971 2972 2973 Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies. That I must call in question. you Gods? King. Gramercy on his Soule. as ’twere from Heauen to Earth. God buy ye. There’s a Daysie.

Let him blesse thee too. And you must put me in your heart for Friend. Laer. Saylors sir. That he which hath your Noble Father slaine. I am to doe a good turne for them. And do’t the speedier. and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest flye death. Wisedome. Reads the Letter. Ere we were two dayes old at Sea. Hamlet. and so Capitall in Nature. like Theeues of Mercy. Which may to you (perhaps) seeme much vnsinnowed. Finding our selues too slow of Saile. if not from Lord Hamlet. yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter. In the Grapple. But tell me. He that thou knowest thine. So crimefull. It well appeares. Enter King and Laertes. hold their course for England. as I am let to know it is. but they knew what they did. I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal. so I alone became their Prisoner. They haue dealt with mee. Exit. Hee shall Sir. if your name be Horatio. Pursued my life. and’t please him. giue these Fellowes some meanes to the King: They haue Letters for him. Horatio.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 2974 2975 2976 2977 2978 2979 2980 2981 2982 2983 2984 2985 2986 2987 2988 2989 2990 2991 2992 2993 2994 2995 2996 2997 2998 2999 3000 3001 3002 3003 3004 3005 3006 3007 3008 3009 3010 3011 3012 3013 3014 3015 3016 3017 3018 3019 Ser. God blesse you Sir. . Sith you haue heard. Hor. Say. As by your Safety. King. Rosincrance and Guildensterne. There’s a Letter for you Sir: It comes from th’ Ambassadours that was bound for England.66 - . When thou shalt haue ouerlook’d this. Of them I haue much to tell thee. The Queen his Mother. These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am. and with a knowing eare. Farewell. Enter Saylor. we put on a compelled Valour. I haue words to speake in your eare. will make thee dumbe. Hor. O for two speciall Reasons. a Pyrate of very Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace. they say they haue Letters for you. Why you proceeded not against these feates. Say. You mainly were stirr’d vp? King. And yet to me they are strong. I will giue you way for these your Letters. I boorded them: On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe. Let them come in. Come. all things else. Let the King haue the Letters I haue sent. that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them.

From Hamlet? Who brought them? Mes. . My Vertue or my Plague. Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe. Who was (if praises may go backe againe) Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections. How now? What Newes? Mes. When I shall (first asking your Pardon thereunto) re-count th’ Occasions of my sodaine. King. Conuert his Gyues to Graces. Why to a publike count I might not go. Laer. You shortly shall heare more. It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart. You must not thinke That we are made of stuffe. But my reuenge will come. but let him come. The other Motiue. A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes. King. and more strange returne. This to your Maiesty: this to the Queene. I lou’d your Father. Know you the hand? [ Kin. That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere. Hamlet. Is the great loue the generall gender beare him. I’m lost in it my Lord. Letters my Lord from Hamlet. Who dipping all his Faults in their affection. Breake not your sleepes for that. so flat. What should this meane? Are all the rest come backe? Or is it some abuse? Or no such thing? Laer. I saw them not: They were giuen me by Claudio. naked and in a Post-script here he sayes alone: Can you aduise me? Laer. ’Tis Hamlets Character. and dull. and soule. Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone. And so haue I a Noble Father lost. And thinke it pastime. She’s so coniunctiue to my life. That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger. be it either which. Saylors my Lord they say. So that my Arrowes Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde. you shall know I am set naked on your Kingdome.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3020 3021 3022 3023 3024 3025 3026 3027 3028 3029 3030 3031 3032 3033 3034 3035 3036 3037 3038 3039 3040 3041 3042 3043 3044 3045 3046 3047 3048 3049 3050 3051 3052 3053 3054 3055 3056 3057 3058 3059 3060 3061 3062 3063 3064 3065 Liues almost by his lookes: and for my selfe. And that I hope will teach you to imagine— Enter a Messenger. Laertes you shall heare them: Leaue vs. To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly Eyes. King. And not where I had arm’d them.67 - . Exit Messenger High and Mighty. and we loue our Selfe. he receiu’d them. I could not but by her.

If one could match you Sir. A Norman was’t? Kin. Your sodaine comming ore to play with him. If it be so Laertes. Kin. Kin. Why aske you this? Kin. And for your Rapier most especiall. To thine owne peace: if he be now return’d. Thus diddest thou. And call it accident: Some two Monthes hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy. Vpon my life Lamound. A face without a heart? Laer. But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice. Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall. t’would be a sight indeed. And gaue you such a Masterly report. That he could nothing doe but wish and begge. As checking at his Voyage. If so you’l not o’rerule me to a peace. .Natur’d With the braue Beast. And for his death no winde of blame shall breath. And they ran well on Horsebacke. And Iemme of all our Nation. The very same. Laer. and that he meanes No more to vndertake it. That he cryed out. Laer. Kin. and seru’d against the French.68 - . As had he beene encorps’t and demy. This report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy. Now out of this. But that I know Loue is begun by Time: And that I see in passages of proofe. Laer. he grew into his Seat. A Norman. And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse. he is the Brooch indeed. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father. so farre he past my thought. Laertes was your Father deare to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3066 3067 3068 3069 3070 3071 3072 3073 3074 3075 3076 3077 3078 3079 3080 3081 3082 3083 3084 3085 3086 3087 3088 3089 3090 3091 3092 3093 3094 3095 3096 3097 3098 3099 3100 3101 3102 3103 3104 3105 3106 3107 3108 3109 3110 3111 That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth. Come short of what he did. Why out of this. I know him well. Laer. For Art and exercise in your defence. Hee mad confession of you. but this Gallant [pp4v Had witchcraft in’t. I will worke him To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice. Kin. I’ue seene my selfe. That I in forgery of shapes and trickes. my Lord? Kin. as how should it be so: How otherwise will you be rul’d by me? Laer.

Or with a little shuffling. that if I gall him slightly. can saue the thing from death. shall know you are come home: Wee’l put on those shall praise your excellence. Hamlet return’d. and free from all contriuing.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3112 3113 3114 3115 3116 3117 3118 3119 3120 3121 3122 3123 3124 3125 3126 3127 3128 3129 3130 3131 3132 3133 3134 3135 3136 3137 3138 3139 3140 3141 3142 3143 3144 3145 3146 3147 3148 3149 3150 3151 3152 3153 3154 3155 3156 3157 Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it: Hamlet comes backe: what would you vndertake. that might hold. And that our drift looke through our bad performance. I will doo’t. Where it drawes blood. keepe close within your Chamber. To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed. if this should faile. therefore this Proiect Should haue a backe or second. Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes May fit vs to our shape. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele. let me see Wee’l make a solemne wager on your commings. I ha’t: when in your motion you are hot and dry. Queen. no Cataplasme so rare. That is but scratcht withall: Ile touch my point. Ile haue prepar’d him A Challice for the nonce. Kin. Let’s further thinke of this. So fast they’l follow: your Sister’s drown’d Laertes. and in a passe of practice. how sweet Queene. And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gaue you. ’Twere better not assaid. Enter Queene. Laer. As make your bowts more violent to the end. Kin. he being remisse. Reuenge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes Will you doe this. Our purpose may hold there. Laer. bring you in fine together. Will not peruse the Foiles? So that with ease. More then in words? Laer. And that he cals for drinke. Drown’d! O where? . Requit him for your Father. you may choose A Sword vnbaited. If this should blast in proofe: Soft.69 - . And for that purpose Ile annoint my Sword: I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke So mortall. Most generous. No place indeed should murder Sancturize. It may be death. I but dipt a knife in it. To cut his throat i’th’ Church. With this contagion. Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue Vnder the Moone. whereon but sipping. If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck. And wager on your heads.

when these are gone The woman will be out: Adue my Lord. Fell in the weeping Brooke.70 - . the Crowner hath sate on her. argall she drown’d her selfe wittingly. is she drown’d? Queen. And Mermaid. As one incapable of her owne distresse. that faine would blaze. Laer. That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name. I haue a speech of fire. Kin. That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame: There with fantasticke Garlands did she come. that wilfully seekes her owne saluation? Other. Why ’tis found so. I tell thee she is. and therefore make her Graue straight. Enter two Clownes. It is an Act to doe and to performe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3158 3159 3160 3161 3162 3163 3164 3165 3166 3167 3168 3169 3170 3171 3172 3173 3174 3175 3176 3177 3178 3179 3180 3181 3182 3183 3184 3185 3186 3187 3188 3189 3190 3191 3192 3193 3194 3195 3196 3197 3198 3199 3200 3201 3202 3203 Queen. Let shame say what it will. Till that her garments. Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer. Exit. it ar-gues an Act: and an Act hath three branches. Clown. and her selfe.flowers. an enuious sliuer broke. . Laer. There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke. Daysies. It must be Se offendendo. Let’s follow. Pul’d the poore wretch from her melodious buy. How can that be. drown’d. Nettles. Or like a creature Natiue. When downe the weedy Trophies. Of Crow. Drown’d. and indued Vnto that Element: but long it could not be. vnlesse she drowned her selfe in her owne defence? Other. Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall. Exeunt. Clo. her Coronet weeds Clambring to hang. heauy with her drinke. and finds it Chri-stian buriall. Other. Nature her custome holds. But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them: There on the pendant boughes. If I drowne my selfe wittingly. and long Purples. it cannot bee else: for heere lies the point. her cloathes spred wide. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia. And therefore I forbid my teares: but yet It is our tricke. Gertrude: How much I had to doe to calme his rage? Now feare I this will giue it start againe. But that this folly doubts it. To muddy death. Clo. a while they bore her vp. Alas then.like. Therefore let’s follow. Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes.

Masse. con-fesse thy selfe— Other. I marry is’t. Go too. [pp5 Other. my Spade. Giue me leaue. Other. Other. Who builds stronger then a Mason. for your dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating. and vnyoake. Other. Come. good: If the man goe to this wa-ter and drowne himselfe. Clo. Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off. could hee digge without Armes? Ile put another que-stion to thee. if thou answerest me not to the purpose. Clo.makers. But is this law? Clo. Was he a Gentleman? Clo. Clo. The Gallowes maker. shee should haue beene buried out of Christian Buriall. the Gallowes does well. Too’t. or the Carpenter? Other. Other. say a Graue. the Gallowes may doe well to thee. Clo. Marry. now I can tell. good: heere stands the man. heere lies the water. and when you are ask’t this question next. Clo. shortens not his owne life. I. What.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3204 3205 3206 3207 3208 3209 3210 3211 3212 3213 3214 3215 3216 3217 3218 3219 3220 3221 3222 3223 3224 3225 3226 3227 3228 3229 3230 3231 3232 3233 3234 3235 3236 3237 3238 3239 3240 3241 3242 3243 3244 3245 3246 3247 3248 3249 Clown. but Gardiners. lasts till Doomesday: go. Why he had none. for that Frame outliues a thousand Tenants. He was the first that euer bore Armes. Will you ha the truth on’t: if this had not beene a Gentlewoman. marke you that? But if the water come to him & drowne him. the Shipwright. Crowners Quest Law. I cannot tell. Why there thou say’st. tell me that. Too’t againe. Other. more then their euen Christi-an. Ditchers and Graue. but how does it well? it does well to those that doe ill: now. he goes. it is will he nill he. there is no ancient Gentlemen. Cudgell thy braines no more about it. What is he that builds stronger then either the Mason. ar’t a Heathen? how doth thou vnder-stand the Scripture? the Scripture sayes Adam dig’d. they hold vp Adams Profession. And the more pitty that great folke should haue countenance in this world to drowne or hang themselues.maker: the Houses that he makes. or a Carpenter? Clo. I like thy wit well in good faith. hee that is not guilty of his owne death. get thee . hee drownes not himselfe. Come. a Ship-wright. thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is built stronger then the Church: Argall. Clo. Other.71 - . Argall.

but to play at Loggets with ’em? mine ake to thinke on’t. Why ee’n so: and now my Lady Wormes. might it not? Hor. that did the first murther: It might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Asse o’re Of-fices: one that could circumuent God. Custome hath made it in him a property of ea-sinesse. might it not? Hor. his Recog-nizances.bone.72 - . which could say. Ham. I.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3250 3251 3252 3253 3254 3255 3256 3257 3258 3260 3261 3262 3263 3264 3265 3266 3267 3268 3269 3270 3271 3272 3273 3274 3275 3276 3277 3278 3279 3280 3281 3282 3283 3284 3285 3286 3287 3288 3289 3290 3291 3292 3293 3294 3295 3296 to Yaughan. his Recoueries: . the hand of little Imployment hath the daintier sense. as if I had neuer beene such. Clowne sings. That Scull had a tongue in it. This fellow might be in’s time a great buyer of Land. Chaplesse. his double Vouchers. and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons Spade. as if it were Caines Iaw. Or of a Courtier. Good Mor-row sweet Lord: how dost thou. But Age with his stealing steps hath caught me in his clutch: And hath shipped me intill the Land. did loue. fetch me a stoupe of Liquor. for and a shrowding. heere’s fine Reuolution. for such a Guest is meete. O me thought there was nothing meete. Ham. Ha’s this fellow no feeling of his businesse. Ham. his Fines. that he sings at Graue. when he meant to begge it. There’s another: why might not that bee the Scull of a Lawyer? where be his Quiddits now? his Quillets? his Cases? his Tenures. my Lord. me thought it was very sweete: To contract O the time for a my behoue. good Lord? this might be my Lord such a one. ’Tis ee’n so. my Lord. Ham. Sings. Did these bones cost no more the breeding. Clowne sings. if wee had the tricke to see’t. and will not tell him of his Action of Battery? hum. with his Statutes.making? Hor. and could sing once: how the knaue iowles it to th’ grownd. In youth when I did loue. that prais’d my Lord such a ones Horse. A Pickhaxe and a Spade.Sheete: O a Pit of Clay for to be made. It might. Ham. a Spade. Ham. and his Tricks? why doe’s he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about the Sconce with a dirty Shouell.

Of all the dayes i’th’ yeare. Ham. I will speake to this fellow: whose Graue’s this Sir? Clo.73 - . why was he sent into England? Clo. that young Hamlet was borne. or if he do not. for such a Guest is meete. Ham. I thinke it be thine indeed: for thou liest in’t. then the length and breadth of a paire of Indentures? the very Conueyances of his Lands will hardly lye in this Boxe. Who is to be buried in’t? Clo. to be in’t and say ’tis thine: ’tis for the dead. How absolute the knaue is? wee must speake by the Carde. Thou dost lye in’t. and must the Inheritor himselfe haue no more? ha? Hor. I doe not lye in’t. and the recouery of his Reco-ueries. Ham. hee that was mad.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3297 3298 3299 3300 3301 3302 3303 3304 3305 3306 3307 3308 3309 3310 3311 3312 3313 3314 3315 3316 3317 3318 3319 3320 3321 3322 3323 3324 3325 3326 3327 3328 3329 3330 3331 3332 3333 3334 3335 3336 3337 3338 3339 3340 3341 3342 Is this the fine of his Fines. Ham. I came too’t that day that our last King Hamlet o’recame Fortinbras. to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt? will his Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases. not for the quicke. What man dost thou digge it for? Clo. Why. Not a iot more. Is not Parchment made of Sheep. shee’s dead. How long hast thou been a Graue. Ham. How long is that since? Clo. and dou-ble ones too. For no man Sir. They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out assu-rance in that. I marry. and sent into England. and therefore it is not yours: for my part. Ham. hee galls his Kibe.skinnes? Hor. and of Calue. Ham.skinnes too. these three yeares I haue taken note of it. [pp5v . because he was mad. or equiuocation will vndoe vs: by the Lord Horatio. my Lord. that the toe of the Pesant comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier. You lye out on’t Sir. Clo. and yet it is mine. Clo. ’twill away againe from me to you. For none neither. I my Lord. hee shall recouer his wits there. but rest her Soule. One that was a woman Sir. it’s no great matter there. Mine Sir: O a Pit of Clay for to be made. therefore thou lyest. Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that: It was the very day. What woman then? Clo. Ham. ’Tis a quicke lye Sir.maker? Clo. Ham. Ham. the Age is growne so picked.

Nay. Ham. And your water. Clo. This same Scull Sir. Hor. the Kings Iester. let her paint an inch thicke. ’Twill not be seene in him. Let me see. This? Clo. Dost thou thinke Alexander lookt o’this fa-shion i’th’ earth? Hor. Ham. man and Boy thirty yeares. Why he. this same Scull sir. a fellow of infinite Iest. Ham. Faith e’ene with loosing his wits. and tell her. there the men are as mad as he. Ham. that will scarce hold the laying in) he will last you some eight yeare. What’s that my Lord? Ham. Heere hung those lipps. if he be not rotten before he die (as we haue many pocky Coarses now adaies. Why heere in Denmarke: I haue bin sixeteene heere. And smelt so? Puh. of most excellent fancy. Ham. Heres a Scull now: this Scul. E’ene so. Make her laugh at that: pry-thee Horatio tell me one thing. his hide is so tan’d with his Trade. Ham. is a sore Decayer of your horson dead body. Why? Clo. I know not. Vpon what ground? Clo. Ham. A whoreson mad Fellowes it was. Where be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own Ieering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies Chamber. Whose was it? Clo. has laine in the earth three & twenty years. E’ene that. Ifaith. Why sir. Very strangely they say.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3343 3344 3345 3346 3347 3348 3349 3350 3351 3352 3353 3354 3355 3356 3357 3358 3359 3360 3361 3362 3363 3364 3365 3366 3367 3368 3369 3370 3371 3372 3373 3374 3375 3376 3377 3378 3379 3380 3381 3382 3383 3384 3385 3386 3387 3388 Ham. I knew him Ho-ratio. or nine yeare.74 - . that he will keepe out water a great while. that I haue kist I know not how oft. How came he mad? Clo. Ham. Whose doe you thinke it was? Ham. A Tanner will last you nine yeare. Ham. more then another? Clo. How strangely? Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad Rogue. was Yoricks Scull. How long will a man lie i’th’ earth ere he rot? Clo. a pour’d a Flaggon of Renish on my head once. he hath borne me on his backe a thousand times: And how abhorred my Imagination is. my gorge rises at it. Alas poore Yorick. to this fauour she must come. .

heere comes the King. Lay her i’th’ earth. my Lord. I tell thee (churlish Priest) A Ministring Angell shall my Sister be. ’Twere to consider: to curiously to consider so. and a Coffin. Alexander died: Alexander was buried: Alexander re-turneth into dust.parted Soules. But to follow him thether with modestie enough. Must there no more be done ? Priest.swaies the order. Oh. which kept the world in awe. Her Maiden strewments. Shardes. No more be done: We should prophane the seruice of the dead. E’ene so. What. Enter King. Laertes. Till the last Trumpet. her death was doubtfull. Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of A-lexander. And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken. Fore do it owne life. and why of that Lome (whereto he was conuer-ted) might they not stopp a Beere. and such rest to her As to peace.barrell? Imperiall Caesar. ’twas some Estate. And but that great Command. aside. with Lords attendant. should be throwne on her: Yet heere she is allowed her Virgin Rites. a very Noble youth: Marke. To sing sage Requiem. Laer. Flints. Might stop a hole to keepe the winde away. The Coarse they follow. When thou liest howling? Ham.75 - .Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3389 3390 3391 3392 3393 3394 3395 3396 3397 3398 3399 3400 3401 3402 3403 3404 3405 3406 3407 3408 3409 3410 3411 3412 3413 3414 3415 3416 3417 3418 3419 3420 3421 3422 3423 3424 3425 3426 3427 3428 3429 3430 3431 3432 3433 3434 Hor. Laer. And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh. Queene. But soft. that that earth. Who is that they follow. The Queene. and Peebles. t’ expell the winters flaw. and mark. Laer. dead and turn’d to clay. of earth we make Lome. Ham. Her Obsequies haue bin as farre inlarg’d. May Violets spring. Hor. & likeliehood to lead it. For charitable praier. as thus. the dust is earth. not a iot. Couch we a while. She should in ground vnsanctified haue lodg’d. and the bringing home Of Bell and Buriall. Ham. did with disperate hand. Should patch a Wall. but soft. the faire Ophelia? . Laer. What Cerimony else? Priest. To what base vses we may returne Horatio. till he find it stopping a bunghole. As we haue warrantie. What Cerimony else? Ham. That is Laertes. No faith. o’re. the Courtiers.

Qu. and thou’lt mouth. Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made. Gen. fortie thousand Brothers Could not (with all there quantitie of Loue) Make vp my summe. The deuill take thy soule. Oh he is mad Laertes. Laer. and rash. eate a Crocodile? [pp6 Ile doo’t. Away thy hand. to the sweet farewell. vpon the quicke. Dost thou come heere to whine. Hamlet. and so will I. Good my Lord be quiet. thy most Ingenious sence Depriu’d thee of. Yet haue I something in me dangerous. Qu. Sir though I am not Spleenatiue. What wilt thou do for her? King. Come show me what thou’lt doe. To o’re top old Pelion. or the skyish head Of blew Olympus. Thou prai’st not well. Oh terrible woer. let them throw Millions of Akers on vs. and dead. Which let thy wisenesse feare. Now pile your dust. till our ground Sindging his pate against the burning Zone. I hop’d thou should’st haue bin my Hamlets wife: I thought thy Bride. Fall ten times trebble. Oh my Sonne. Hamlet the Dane. what Theame? Ham. Vntill my eielids will no longer wag. Qu. Hamlet.wounded hearers? This is I. Ham. Laer. Ham. King.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3435 3436 3437 3438 3439 3440 3441 3442 3443 3444 3445 3446 3447 3448 3449 3450 3451 3452 3453 3454 3455 3456 3457 3458 3459 3460 3461 3462 3463 3464 3465 3466 3467 3468 3469 3470 3471 3472 3473 3474 3475 3476 3477 3478 3479 3480 Queene.76 - . Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme. Pluck them asunder.bed to haue deckt (sweet Maid) And not t’haue strew’d thy Graue. I lou’d Ophelia. Ham. Make Ossa like a wart. I prythee take thy fingers from my throat. For loue of God forbeare him. Sweets. Nay. whose griefes Beares such an Emphasis? whose phrase of Sorrow Coniure the wandring Starres. Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes: Leaps in the graue. . Hold off the earth a while. Ham. Woo’t weepe? Woo’t fight? Woo’t teare thy selfe? Woo’t drinke vp Esile. on that cursed head Whose wicked deed. To outface me with leaping in her Graue? Be buried quicke with her. What is he. and makes them stand Like wonder. And if thou prate of Mountaines.

So much for this Sir. Vp from my Cabin My sea. I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him. and that should teach vs. Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason. Sir. This is meere Madnesse: And thus awhile the fit will worke on him: Anon as patient as the female Doue. Ist possible? . making so bold. Oh royall knauery: An exact command. When our deare plots do paule. You doe remember all the Circumstance. (And praise be rashnesse for it) let vs know. and Dogge will haue his day. in patience our proceeding be. in my heart there was a kinde of fighting. Remember it my Lord? Ham. The Cat will Mew.77 - . Wee’l put the matter to the present push: Good Gertrude set some watch ouer your Sonne. That on the superuize no leasure bated. and in fine. me thought I lay Worse then the mutines in the Bilboes. and Englands too. Heare you Sir: What is the reason that you vse me thus? I lou’d you euer. There’s a Diuinity that shapes our ends. No not to stay the grinding of the Axe. Hor. withdrew To mine owne roome againe. Kin. Strengthen your patience in our last nights speech. Hor.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3481 3482 3483 3484 3485 3486 3487 3488 3489 3490 3491 3492 3493 3494 3495 3496 3497 3498 3499 3500 3501 3502 3503 3504 3505 3506 3507 3508 3509 3510 3511 3512 3513 3514 3515 3516 3517 3518 3519 3520 3521 3522 3523 3524 3525 3526 Ile rant as well as thou. Ham. Ham. Grop’d I to finde out them. Kin. That would not let me sleepe. Till then. such Bugges and Goblins in my life. This Graue shall haue a liuing Monument: An houre of quiet shortly shall we see. where I found Horatio. With hoo. rashly. His silence will sit drooping. Hor. That is most certaine.gowne scarft about me in the darke. When that her Golden Cuplet are disclos’d. now let me see the other. Rough. Exit.hew them how we will. Our indiscretion sometimes serues vs well. (My feares forgetting manners) to vnseale Their grand Commission. Importing Denmarks health. Enter Hamlet and Horatio. Finger’d their Packet. Exeunt. My head should be struck off. Ham. but it is no matter: Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may. had my desire.

Here’s the Commission. How was this seal’d? Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King. And with such coozenage. and whor’d my Mother. As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare. Thou know’st already. Subscrib’d it. Why. gau’t th’ impression. is’t not perfect conscience. As loue betweene them. Why man. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance. As England was his faithfull Tributary. Hor. as the Palme should flourish. when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe. good my Lord. Does it not. and laboured much How to forget that learning: but Sir now. plac’t it safely. stand me now vpon He that hath kil’d my King. they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience. more or lesse. wrote it faire. their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow: ’Tis dangerous. I beseech you. go too’t. It did me Yeomans seriuce: wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote? Hor. Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale: Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other. and what to this was sement. A basenesse to write faire. And stand a Comma ’tweene their amities. Ham. I had my fathers Signet in my Purse. Why.78 - . Being thus benetted round with Villaines. He should the bearers put to sodaine death. Hor. what a King is this? Ham. thinkst thee. Hor. Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines. and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites. read it at more leysure: But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed? Hor. Not shriuing time allowed. Popt in betweene th’ election and my hopes. To quit him with this arme? And is’t not to be damn’d . They had begun the Play. I. The changeling neuer knowne: Now. Throwne out his Angle for my proper life. I once did hold it as our Statists doe. I sate me downe.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3527 3528 3529 3530 3531 3532 3533 3534 3535 3536 3537 3538 3539 3540 3541 3542 3543 3544 3545 3546 3547 3548 3549 3550 3551 3552 3553 3554 3555 3556 3557 3558 3559 3560 3561 3562 3563 3564 3565 3566 3567 3568 3569 3570 3571 3572 Ham. Ham. And many such like Assis of great charge. the next day Was our Sea Fight. That on the view and know of these Contents. Ham. Deuis’d a new Commission. Without debatement further. euen in that was Heauen ordinate.

Ham. . and a mans life’s no more Then to say one: but I am very sorry good Horatio. Ham. beleeue mee ’tis very cold. Ham. this is the matter. Exceedingly. Thy state is the more gracious. Ham. I thanke your Lordship. in good faith. Ham. Ile count his fauours: But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion. sixe French Rapiers and Poniards. ’tis for the head. That’s two of his weapons. with their assignes. that he ha’s laid a great wager on your head: Sir.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3573 3574 3575 3576 3577 3578 3579 3580 3581 3582 3583 3584 3585 3586 3587 3588 3589 3590 3591 3592 3593 3594 3595 3596 3597 3598 3599 3600 3601 3602 3603 3604 3605 3606 3607 3608 3609 3610 3611 3612 3613 3614 3615 3616 3617 3618 To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill. ’tis very hot. Osr. and hot for my Complexion. Osr. Osr. you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon. and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe. if your friendship were at leysure. as Girdle. put your Bonet to his right vse. That to Laertes I forgot my selfe. No. No my good Lord. as ’twere I cannot tell how: but my Lord. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed. Osr. Sweet Lord. What’s his weapon? Osr. Nay. I see The Portraiture of his. For by the image of my Cause. Rapier and dagger. Peace. I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty. [pp6v Osr. dost know this waterflie? Hor. against the which he impon’d as I take it. Ham. I beseech you remember. and fertile. The sir King ha’s wag’d with him six Barbary hor-ses. Ham. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there. but as I saw spacious in the pos-session of dirt.79 - . who comes heere? Enter young Osricke. let a Beast be Lord of Beasts. I humbly thank you Sir. Hor. but well. Hor. It will be short. Mee thinkes it is very soultry. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit. for mine ease in good faith: Sir. Osr. The interim’s mine. the winde is Northerly. Ham. his Maiesty bad me sig-nifie to you. Your Lordship is right welcome back to Den-|(marke. for ’tis a vice to know him: he hath much Land. it is very soultry. my Lord. Ham. Osr. ’tis a Chowgh.

Ile gaine nothing but my shame. Hor. and that would come to imediate tryall. Ham. I shall winne at the oddes: but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere a-bout my heart: but it is no matter. I doe not thinke so. let the Foyles bee brought.80 - . He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck’t it: thus had he and mine more of the same Beauty that I know the drossie age dotes on. good my Lord. a kinde of yesty collection. Ham. I will win for him if I can: if not. What call you the Carriages? Osr. the opposition of your person in tryall. very responsiue to the hilts. It is but foolery. Ham. and the King hold his purpose. Ham. Ham. Osr. ’tis the breathing time of day with me. Ham. He hath one twelue for mine. Sir. if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. since he went into France. Shall I redeliuer you ee’n so? Ham. yours. Hor. most delicate carriages. only got the tune of the time. The Carriages Sir. which carries them through & through the most fond and winnowed opinions. Yours. I commend my duty to your Lordship. why is this impon’d as you call it? Osr. my Lord. How if I answere no? Osr. Hor. but it is such a kinde of . I meane my Lord. hee does well to commend it himselfe. after what flourish your na-ture will. To this effect Sir. The King Sir. You will lose this wager. and the odde hits. that’s the French but a-gainst the Danish. Ham. and three liberall conceited Carriages.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3619 3620 3621 3622 3623 3624 3625 3626 3627 3628 3629 3630 3631 3632 3633 3634 3635 3636 3637 3638 3639 3640 3641 3642 3643 3644 3645 3646 3647 3648 3649 3650 3651 3652 3653 3654 3655 3656 3657 3658 3659 3660 3661 3662 3663 3664 Hangers or so: three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy. Ham. and doe but blow them to their tryalls: the Bubbles are out. hath laid that in a dozen passes be-tweene you and him. I would it might be Hangers till then. and of very liberall conceit. hee shall not exceed you three hits. are the hangers. if it please his Maiestie. Osr. but on sixe Barbary Hor-ses against sixe French Swords: their Assignes. I haue beene in continuall practice. there are no tongues else for’s tongue. Nay. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter: If we could carry Cannon by our sides. and outward habite of encounter. the Gentleman willing. I will walke heere in the Hall.

Your Skill shall like a Starre i’th’ darkest night. If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away: And when he’s not himselfe. I heere proclaime was madnesse: Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Neuer Hamlet. and exception Roughly awake. there’s a speciall Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow. Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d euill. Ile be your foile Laertes. I’ue done you wrong. Ham. Hamlet denies it: Who does it then? His Madnesse? If’t be so. Laer. since no man ha’s ought of what he leaues. in this Audience. This presence knowes. I will fore-stall their repaire hither. Then Hamlet does it not. and say you are not fit. a Table and Flagons of Wine on it. Ham. Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong’d. Laertes and Lords. But till that time. If your minde dislike any thing. Giue me your pardon Sir. That I haue shot mine Arrow o’re the house. And you must needs haue heard how I am punisht With sore distraction? What I haue done That might your nature honour. the readinesse is all. I am satisfied in Nature. and will no reconcilement. Kin. do’s wrong Laertes. I do receiue your offer’d loue like loue. Laer. Sir. Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most To my Reuenge. . Come Hamlet. What is’t to leaue be-times? Enter King. ’tis not to come: if it bee not to come.81 - . I haue a voyce. And hurt my Mother. we defie Augury. Queene. it will bee now: if it be not now. His madnesse is poore Hamlets Enemy. And wil not wrong it. Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts. Come one for me. And will this Brothers wager frankely play. and take this hand from me. with other Atten-dants with Foyles. But pardon’t as you are a Gentleman. and Gauntlets. Ham. come. But in my termes of Honor I stand aloofe. If it be now. Hor. Giue vs the Foyles: Come on. Not a whit. Ham. Till by some elder Masters of knowne Honor.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3665 3666 3667 3668 3669 3670 3671 3672 3674 3675 3676 3677 3678 3679 3680 3681 3682 3683 3684 3685 3686 3687 3688 3689 3690 3691 3692 3693 3694 3695 3696 3697 3698 3699 3700 3701 3702 3703 3704 3705 3706 3707 3708 3709 3710 3711 gain. I do embrace it freely. in mine ignorance. and president of peace To keepe my name vngorg’d. obey.giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman. yet it will come.

A hit. Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. the Heauen to Earth. Come. Laer. They play. One. You mocke me Sir. or second hit. Giue him the cup. and scant of breath. King. Or quit in answer of the third exchange. Come: Another hit. King. Come on sir. Laer. Our Sonne shall win. King. [qq1 Giue me the Cups. I do not feare it. which foure successiue Kings In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne. Heere’s a Napkin. Ham. This is too heauy. begin. Osr. I do confesse. Well: againe. No by this hand. No. giue me drinke. The Cannons to the Heauens. Iudgement. Osricke. Laer. Trumpets sound. we haue therefore oddes.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3712 3713 3714 3715 3716 3717 3718 3719 3720 3721 3722 3723 3724 3725 3726 3727 3728 3729 3730 3731 3732 3733 3734 3735 3736 3737 3738 3739 3740 3741 3742 3743 3744 3745 3746 3747 3748 3749 3750 3751 3752 3753 3754 3755 3756 3757 Sticke fiery off indeede. this Pearle is thine. Stay. Ile play this bout first.while. rub thy browes. The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath. And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake. Ham. Your Grace hath laide the oddes a’th’ weaker side. Laer. you know the wager. set by a. . Here’s to thy health. a touch. Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table: If Hamlet giue the first. what say you? Laer. King. Qu. Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire. King. Laer. This likes me well. A touch. Come on sir. Ham. Cousen Hamlet. And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw Richer then that. Let me see another. Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke. And you the Iudges beare a wary eye. Ham. and shot goes off. Ham. Prepare to play. Ham. Ham. He’s fat. The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without.82 - . I haue seene you both: But since he is better’d. I my good Lord. a very palpable hit. Verie well my Lord. Hamlet. These Foyles haue all a length.

thou art slaine. And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience. My Lord. Ham. How is’t my Lord? Osr. Osricke. the King’s too blame. It is the poyson’d Cup. No Medicine in the world can do thee good. How does the Queene? King. Qu. let me wipe thy face. Osr. it is too late. Laertes. I will my Lord. Good Madam. I am affear’d you make a wanton of me. Hamlet. there is not halfe an houre of life. Ile hit him now. No. you but dally. Treacherie. In thee. Hamlet. againe. Laer. Come. They bleed on both sides. Then venome to thy worke. Loe. Hor. Oh my deere Hamlet. Oh Villany! How? Let the doore be lock’d. the drinke. I am poyson’d. Nay come. Laer. Ham. Why as a Woodcocke To mine Sprindge. King. heere I lye. the drinke. the King. I am iustly kill’d with mine owne Treacherie.83 - . no. Laer. Haue at you now. Ham. . Gertrude. I pray you pardon me. The point envenom’d too. do not drinke. How is’t Laertes? Laer. Say you so? Come on. King. Come for the third. seeke it out. Neuer to rise againe: Thy Mothers poyson’d: I can no more. Laer. they are incens’d. The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand. Nothing neither way. Osr. It is heere Hamlet. the drinke. the drinke. Qu. I do not thinke’t. Play. Vnbated and envenom’d: the foule practise Hath turn’d it selfe on me. King. In scuffling they change Rapiers. Ham. Looke to the Queene there hoa. I pray you passe with your best violence. Ham. She sounds to see them bleede. Ham. Ham. King. I dare not drinke yet Madam. Part them.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3758 3759 3760 3761 3762 3763 3764 3765 3766 3767 3768 3769 3770 3771 3772 3773 3774 3775 3776 3777 3778 3779 3780 3781 3782 3783 3784 3785 3786 3787 3788 3789 3790 3791 3792 3793 3794 3795 3796 3797 3798 3799 3800 3801 3802 3803 The Queene Carowses to thy fortune. By and by. Qu. Laer.

Thou liu’st. I follow thee. Which haue solicited. So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse. o. by Heauen Ile haue’t. O yet defend me Friends. Treason. Ham. Yong Fortinbras. I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane: Heere’s yet some Liquor left. But I do prophesie th’ election lights On Fortinbras. Ham. . Heauen make thee free of it. To tell my Storie. Now cracke a Noble heart: Goodnight sweet Prince. report me and my causes right To the vnsatisfied. murdrous. Noble Hamlet. I am but hurt. All. Nor thine on me. He is iustly seru’d. It is a poyson temp’red by himselfe: Exchange forgiuenesse with me. You that looke pale. (Things standing thus vnknowne) shall liue behind me. he ha’s my dying voyce. Hor. Damned Dane. Oh good Horatio. That are but Mutes or audience to this acte: Had I but time (as this fell Sergeant death Is strick’d in his Arrest) oh I could tell you. what a wounded name. I am dead. with conquest come fro[m] Poland To th’ Ambassadors of England giues this warlike volly. Dyes Hora.84 - . o. O. o. Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee. As th’art a man. I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England. Dyes. King. If thou did’st euer hold me in thy heart. O I dye Horatio: The potent poyson quite ore. March afarre off. Osr. The rest is silence.crowes my spirit. and shout within. Neuer beleeue it. Absent thee from felicitie awhile. wretched Queene adiew. Treason. But let it be: Horatio. Laer. What warlike noyse is this? Enter Osricke. I am dead Horatio. King Dyes. Heere thou incestuous. Drinke off this Potion: Is thy Vnion heere? Follow my Mother. Ham. Ham. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3804 3805 3806 3807 3808 3809 3810 3811 3812 3813 3814 3815 3816 3817 3818 3819 3820 3821 3822 3823 3824 3825 3826 3827 3828 3829 3830 3831 3832 3833 3834 3835 3836 3837 3838 3839 3840 3841 3842 3843 3844 3845 3846 3847 3848 3849 Hurts the King. giue me the Cup. Let go. and tremble at this chance.

And in this vpshot. with Drumme.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3850 3851 3852 3853 3854 3855 3856 3857 3858 3859 3860 3861 3862 3863 3864 3865 3866 3867 3868 3869 3870 3871 3872 3873 3874 3875 3876 3877 3878 3879 3880 3881 3882 3883 3884 3885 3886 3887 3888 3889 3890 3891 3892 3893 3894 3895 And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake.85 - . Why do’s the Drumme come hither? Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador. Falne on the Inuentors head. purposes mistooke. Colours. and vnnaturall acts. Fortin. So bloodily hast strooke. Let foure Captaines . To tell him his command’ment is fulfill’d. [qq1v That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead: Where should we haue our thankes? Hor. And let me speake to th’ yet vnknowing world. For me. If ought of woe. Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde. Oh proud death. But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question. What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell. at a shoote. Where is this sight? Hor. The sight is dismall. Of accidentall iudgements. cease your search. All this can I Truly deliuer. Lest more mischance On plots. Amb. So shall you heare Of carnall. That thou so many Princes. His quarry cries on hauocke. Let vs hast to heare it. and forc’d cause. I embrace my Fortune. How these things came about. and you from England Are heere arriued. and errors happen. with sorrow. Giue order that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view. Which are to claime. And our affaires from England come too late. What is it ye would see. For. Had it th’ abilitie of life to thanke you: He neuer gaue command’ment for their death. And call the Noblest to the Audience. And from his mouth Whose voyce will draw on more: But let this same be presently perform’d. The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing. Not from his mouth. bloudie. For. You from the Polake warres. or wonder. and Attendants. my vantage doth Inuite me. For. casuall slaughters Of death’s put on by cunning. Hor. I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome.

. Such a sight as this Becomes the Field.Shakespeare: First Folio The Tragedie of Hamlet 3896 3897 3898 3899 3900 3901 3902 3903 3904 3905 3906 Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage. The Souldiours Musicke. 3908 The tragedie of HAMLET. and the rites of Warre Speake lowdly for him. Exeunt Marching: after the which. had he beene put on To haue prou’d most royally: And for his passage. Prince of Denmarke. but heere shewes much amis. a Peale of Ordenance are shot off. FINIS. bid the Souldiers shoote. Go. For he was likely. Take vp the body.86 - .