HAM eAélus Primus. Scana Prima. scthere? Fran, Nay anfwwet me : Stand & vnfold your felfes Bar, LonglivetheKing. Fras, Barnardo? ‘ou come moft carefully vpon your houre. is now ftrook ewelue,get thee ro bed Francie. Fran, For this releefe much thankes: Tis bitcercold, And Lam ficke at heart. Barn, Have youbad quiet Guard? Frew. Nota Moule fisting Bare. Well, goodnight. Ifyou do meet Horatio and Marcel als of my Watch, bid them make halt Eiter Horatio and Marcell. Fres. Ichinke Thearethem, Stand: who'sthere? Hor, Friends to this ground. Mar, Aad Leigeemento the Dane. Fran, Giue you good night. ; tar. © farwel honett Soldicr, who hati reliew'd you? Fra, Barnarishasrny place: gine you goodnight it Fram, Mar. Holla Barnardo. Bar. Say,sshacis Horat Hor. Apeece of him ‘Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellas ‘Mar, Whasjha's this thing appear’d againe tonight, Bar, Thaue feene nothing. 3 “Mar, Horatio (aies tis but ourFancafic, And will not let belcefe take hold of him Touching this dreaded Gght twice feeneof vs, Therefore I hae increaced hin a Wich, so wach i ‘Thacifagaine chis Apparition come, ete ere es, and {peake toi. ‘uth,cafh, “will not appeare, Bar, Sit downe awhile, onceagaine afaile your eares, That are fo fortified againtt our Story, What we cwoNights haue feenes Hor. Well,ic we downe, Andllet vsheare Barnarde fpeake of cis. ‘Barn. Laftnight of all, ¢ that’s Weftward from the Pole there? LET, Prince of Denmarke. E DAE herenow it burnes, Aéarcel andy flfe, The Bell then beating o tar. Peaceybreake thee of : Looke whereit comes againe. Bars, Ynthe fame figure, hike the King that's dead. wr. Thou area Scholler; {peake to ie Horatio. Bare. Lookes itnot lie the King? Marke it Horatio, Hora. Moltke: Ie harrowesme with ferr & wonder Barn, Tewould be fpoketoo. Mar. Quefiion it Horatio, Hor, What arethou that vlarp’® this time of night, Togetherwith that Faireand Warlikeforme In which the Maiefly of buried Deomatke Did fometimes march : By Heauen I charge thee fpeake, Mar, Itis offended. Barn, See,ic Halkes away. Hor, Stay: fpeake; fpeake :1Cl Enter she Ghoft egethee,{peake, Exit the Gh Mar. "Tis gone,o34 will novantwer. Barn, How now Horatio? Youtremble & look pale Isnot this fomething rwore then Fancatie ? Wiat chinke you on't? Hor: Before my God, I might sot this beleeue ‘Withour the fenfible and true auouch Of mine owne eyess Mar. Isicnor like the King? Hor, Asthouartsocthy felfe, Such was the very Armour heliad on, ‘When th’Ambitious Norwey combatted: So frown'd he once, whenin an angry parle He {mot the fledded Pallas om the lee. "Tis Qrange. Mar, ‘Thus ewice beforesand iuft acthisdead houre, ‘With Martiall take, hathhe gone by our Watch. Horsla whacparticular thoughtto work,] know nor? Butiin che groffe and feope of my Opinion, This boades fome ftrange erruption to our State, Mar, Good now fit downe,& tell me hethat knowes Why this fame ftriétand moft obferaant Watch, Sonighely toyles the fubiest of the Land, ‘And why fach dayly Caft of Brazoa Cannon ‘And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre: ‘Why fiach impreffe of Ship-wrights, whofe fore Taske Do’snot diuide the Sunday from the wecke, ‘What might be toward, that this fweaty hatt Doth makethe Night ioynt-Labourer with the day Who isc that can informe me? Her, ‘Thareant,| Atleaft che whilper goes fo: Ourlaft King, I Wvbote Leiege tues Gexboorenbedsth che; Was(as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway, (Thereto prick’d on bya moft emulate Pride) Dar'd:o the Combate. Inwhich, our Valiant Hamlet, (Fot fo this ide of our knowne world eteem'd hitn) flay this Fortinbras : who by a Seal'd Compad, Well atified by Law, and Heraldtie, Did forfeite (with his life) all thofehhis Lands Which he Lood fein'd on, to the Conqueror: Againft the which, a Moity competene Was gaged by our King = which had return’d Tothe Inheritance of Fortinbracy ad he bin Vanquither, as by the fame Cou'nant And cattiage of che Article defigoe, His fell to Hemsler. Now fir, you Of vniimproued Metele, hot a Hath in the skicts of Norws Shark’d yp a Lift of Landletle Refolu ForFoode and Diet, to fome Enterprize That hath a lomackein’e : which is no other (And it doth well appeare vuto our State) But to recover of vsby frong hand Aad termes Compulfative, thofe forefoid Lands Soby his Father loft: and this (I coke it) Isthemisine Motize of our Preparati The Sourfe of this our Watch,and the cheefehead Ofthis poft-haft, and Romage in the Land, Enter Ghoft againes But foft, behold: Loe,whereit comes aga He croffe it, chough irblatt me. Stay Illusion Ifthou haft any found, ot vie of Voyce, Speake come. Iftherebe any good thing to be done, That may to thee do eafe,and grace to me;; {peak so me, Ifchou art priuy to thy Countries Fate (Which happily foreknowing may au Or, ifthou hafl vpshoorded in thy life Extorted Trealure in the wombe of E (For which, they (ay, you Spirits oft walkein death), Speake ofit. Se Stop it Marcela. Mar. Shall Lttrike atir with may Partizan ? Hor. Do,ifie will not find, Barn ‘Tisheeres 4) Oh fpeake, ind (pea Hor. "Tis hegre, Mar, "Tisgone. Exit Chef, ‘Wedo it wrong, being fo Maicfticall Toofferie the thew of Violence, Foritisas the Ayce, javulnerable, And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery. Hor, And then it farted, like guiley tl Vponafearfali Summons. Thaue heard, Js The Cocke that isthe Trumpet co the day, Doth withhis lofty and dhrill-founding Throate Awake the God of Day: and athis watning, Whether in Sea,orFice, in Barthor Ayre, Thextrataganc, and erring Spi TohisContine.” And of the truch hi This prefent Obieét madeprobation, Mar. Icfaded on the crowing of the Cockes Some fayes, thateucr ‘gainlt chat Seafon comes Wherein ou Stuiours Birth is celebrated, The Bird of Dawning Gogeth allnight long: And then (chey fay) no Spirie can walke abroad, Thenights are wholfomie, then no Planess firike, NoFaierytaikes, nor Witch hath powertoCharme Barn, Yewas about to peake, when the Cocke crew, ~) Soballow'd, and fo gracious is the ti Her. Sohaue heard, end do in past b But looke, the Mome in Ruffet manele cla Walkes o're the dew of yor hi Breake we out Warch vp, and by my aduice Let ysimpart what we hate feen: Voto yong Henoe This dra pay aout al aot Bo we {hall finde hitm moft conueniently, Excnt rade the Ovcent, | Syfer On lent | Hatwles, Pelentus, Laertes, aid bi porlia, Lords oA King. Though yet of Hamler our deete Brothers death The memory be greene : and hat ic vs beficted To beare ourhearts in greefe, and aur whole Ki Tobe contraded in one brow of wo Diferetion foughe with Nature, ch wife! onhim, h remembrance of out fees. ¢ our fornetimes Sifter, now our Queen, ryatreffe of this warlike State, as twere, with ad With one Auf Dropping eye, With mirch in Fanerall, and with Dirgein Marriage, InvequallSesleweighing Delight anéDole Taken to Wife snor have weheerein barr'd Your better Wifedomes, which haue freely gone With this affairetong, forall our Thankes., Now followes, that you know young Fortinbias, Holding 2 weake fappofall of our worth Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death, ace to be diffoynt, and ont of Frame, ued with the dteame of his Aduantages jehath not feyl'd topefter vs with Meffage, Iuporcing the furrender of thafe Lands Loft by his Father: with all Bonds of Law To ourmof valiant Brother, Somuch for him. Enter Volremend aed Carncluat, Now for our felfe, and for cis time of meeting Thus much the bufineffe is, Wehaue heere writ To Norway, Vncle of young Fersinbrae, Who Impotent and Bedrid, {carfely heares Ofthis his Nephewes purpofe, to uppreffe His faccher gate heerein, in chat the Leuies, The Lifts, nd full proportionsare all made Our ofhis fubiegt:and welieere difpatch You good Cornetins, and you Voltemand, For bearing of this greeting to old Norway, Giuing to you no farther perfonall power To bufineffe with the King, more thenthe feope Of thefe dilated Articles allo Ferewell and let your haft commiend your dary, Vole. In chatzand allchings,will we faew our duty, King. We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell, Ext Volvemand and Corvalins. And now Laertes, what's thenewes with you > dome inkYou told vs of! ives Whatis'e Laerter? You cannot fpeake of Reafon tothe Dane, And loofe your yoyce. What would’ choubeg Laertery That fhall aot be my Offe The Head isnot The Hand mor Thenis the jattrament: ae of Deamarke to thy Fathers pou bs Your [eae and fauour to returne to Frances? illingly 1 came to Denmarke muftconfetieschar duty dove, My thoughts and withes bead againe cows Andbow ‘King. Haue you your Fathers leaue ? What fayes Polonina? Pal. He bach my Lorde Tdobeleech you gitic him leaue to g “Takechy fairehoure Lares, time be thine, Andthy beft ica thy will : But now my Cofin Hamlet,and my Sonne? Ham, “bli maretenki, and leflethen kinde. King. Howisic thatthe Clouds fill hang on Ham, Not fomy Lord, 1am too much ith Su m. Good Hamlet caltthy nightly colour off, And let thine eye looke like Donor for euer with thy veyled lids Seke for thy Noble Fatherin che dufts Thou know’ on,all that lines mutt dye, Palfing through Nature, to Ecernicy. ‘Ham, 1 Mada, it is comenon, | owen. ificbe Why feemes ir(o particular with thee. ‘Ham Scomes Madam? Nay joo Mother) Nor windy fufpieation of forc'd breath, saiefull River inthe de ced banourafehe Vi Formes, Moods, thewes of Griefe, uly. Thefeindeed Seeme,: That can denote | Forchey ate actions that aman might play: | Bur I haue chas Within, which paffech fhows Thele, bat s,arid the Suites of woe | King ‘commendable In your Natuce Hamlet, To give hele mourning dusis to your Father: Baryoa multknow, your Father oft aFather, That Fatherlof, loft his, and the Suruiuer bound Ta filiall Obligation, for fome rere To dooblequiousSorrow. Burtoperfeuer Jn obftinate Condolement, is courte ‘i | Ofimpious Gubbornnelfe. "Tis wnmanly greefe, + thewes a will noft incorveat co Heaven, tifiedsa Minde imp: ac we know mutt beyand is as common ie moftwulgerthitig to fence, oul we inoue peeuita Oppefition 2 Pye, tine fault to Heauen, she Dead, a faule to Nature whofe common Theame is death of Fathers, aad who fill hath cried, From the fir! Coar i dyed to day, This muftbe fe. Wepray you throw to earth cis : Iknownot Seemes: TheT ragedie of Elamlet. | This vnpreu | Asofa Father; For let the world take note, Youare themof immediatexo our Throne, ‘And with ‘Then that which deereft Father beares his So Do I impad In going backe to Schoole in Witcenberg, | ‘Our cheefett Courtier Cofin,and our Senne. | And whar make you from Wiccenberg Horatie? | ling woe, and thinke of vs ole(le Nobility of Loue, | owards you. Foryour intent Icis mot retrograde to our defire: And we befeech you, bend you to remaine Hierein the cheere and comfort of our eye, 2, Lecnot chy Mocher lofe her Prayers Hamer Iprythee fay with vs, go norto Wittenberg Hams. \hallin all my bef Obey you Madam. King. Why 'tisa louing, anda faireReply, Be asourfelfein Denmarke. Madam come, This gentle and vaforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits {miling to my heart sin grace whereof, No iocond health chat Denmarke drinkes to day, But the great Cannon o che Clowds fhalltel, ‘And the Kings Rouce,the Heauens fhall bruite again, Refpeaking earthly Thunder. Comeaway. Exewnt Manet Hamlet, Ham. Ob that this to0 too folid Flefl, would mele, ‘Thaw, and refolue it felfe into a Dew: Orthat the Euerlafting had noc fixe His Cannon “gaint Seife-flaughter, © God, OGod! How weary,ftale,flat,and voproficable Seemes ro meall the vies of this world? Fic en’t? Ob fie, fe, ‘tis an veweeded Garden That growesto Seed: , and groffein Nature Doffeffeicmesrely. That ic thould come to this Bucewo months dead :Nay,noc fo much; not wo, So excellent a King, chat was to this Hoerion oa Satyre :foloning to my Mather, That he might nov beteene the windes ofheauen her face t00 rot 1d Earth Lremember : why fhe vould hang onhim, encreafe of Appetite had growin By what yet wiebin amonth? Hleauen hioke on’t :Frailty, thy name is womans Al:ttle Month, o¢ ete thofe fhones were old. ‘Wich which fhe followed my poore Fathers body ke Niebe, all teares. Why the, euen fhe. (O Heauen tA beaft chat wants difcourle of Reafon Would haue moara'd longer) married with mine Vnkle, My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father, ‘Thea Ito Herener, Withina Moneth? Ere yet che fale of moR yarighteous Teares Had lefethe fluthing ofher gauled eyes ed, Omof wicked fpeed, co pott ich dexterity to Inceftuous fheets : Ieisnor, norit cannot come to good. Butbreakemy heart, forImufiholdmy tongue. | Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcel, } Her, Haile ro your Lordhhip. Ham, Lam glad to fee you well : Floratio,or I doforget my felfe. Hor. The fame my Lord, ‘And your pore Seruant euer. Ham, Six my good friend, | He change that name with youMarcellus, Mar. My good Lord, Har, Lam very gladto feeyou: good euen Sir. Buc whatin faith make you ftom wistemberge? Hor. Atcoant dilpofition, good my Lord Ham 1 would not haue your Enemy (ay fos Nor thall you doe mine eate that violence, Tomakeit trufter of your owne Againtt yourfelfe. Tkoow Bue what isyour affsirein E/jenonr? ‘Wee'lteach you to drinke deepe,ere you departs Hor. My Lotd,l cameo feeyour Fathers Funerell, Ham, 1 pray thee doenot mock me (fellow Student) Ithinke ie was to fee my Mothers Wedding, Hor. Indeed my Lordjtc followed hard vpon. Ham. ‘Tonfe,chrifé Horario: the Funerall Bakt-meats Did coldly furnifh forth the Marri ; Would 1 had met my dearett foe in heauen, Ere Ihad euerfeene that day Borat, My father, me hinkes I fee my fatiers Hor, Ohwhere my Lord? Haws. In ery eniniis eye (Heratie) Hor, Lsawhim once; he wasa goodly King. Ham, Hevasaman, take him {or allio all: Hhall io: Look ypoa his like againe, Hor, My Lord, Ushinke I faw him yeRternight, Ham. Sa? Who? Her. My Lord,the King your Father. Ham. The King my Father? Hor. Seafon your admiration for a while Withan accent cares cill may deliuer Voon the witneife of thefe Gentlemen, This maruell to you, ‘Ham, For Heauensloue let me heate, Hor. T wa nights together had thefe Gendemen (Marcela and Barnarde) on their Watch Inthedead waft and middle of thenight Beene thus encounered. A figure like your Father, Aren’d atall poines exaélly, Cap a Pe, Appeaces before them, and with follemne march Goes flow and ftately: By them thrice he walkt, By their oppreft and feare-furprized eyes, Within his Truncheons lengehs whilftchey beftil'd Almoft to Telly with the Aét of feare, Stand dumbe and fpeake not tohim. ‘This tome Tn dreaefull fecrecie impare they did, ‘And I with them the third Night kepethe Watch, ‘Whereas they had deliuer'd bothiatime, Forme of the thing; each word made rue and good, The Apparition comes. I knew your Father: Thefe hands are nor more like, Bam, Bat where was this ? Har. My Lord wpon the platforme where we watcht, Ham. Did you not fpeakeroit? Hor. My Lord, I dids But anfwere madeit none: yet oncemethought Ielifted vp it head,and did addreffe Ie {elfeto motion, likes it would fpeake: Buteuen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd ; ‘And atthe fonnd it (hrunke in haf away, And vanifhe from our fight, Ham. Tis very thrange Hor. As 1 doe liue my hononrd Lord ‘tis tries [And we did thinke ic wrie downe in our duty Tolet you know of ic Ham, Indeed, indeed Siess but this troublesme. | | \ The Tragedie of Hamlet. Hold you the watch co Nigi ‘Bath, We doe my Lord Ham. Arad, fay you? Both. ‘my Lord. Ham. From top to toe? ‘Both, My Lord,from head to foote. Ham, ‘Then faw you novhis face? Her, Oyes,my Lord, hewore his Beauer yp: Ham. What, lookthe frowningly? Hor. A countenance more in forrow thenin anger. Ham, Paleor red? Hor. Nay very pale. Ham. Aud fxchis eyes ypon yout Hor. Mott conftancy. Ham. Lywould T had beene chere. Her. It would haue much amaz’d you, Ham. Very like, very ike: iaiditlong? > (ated, Her. While one with moderate hat mighttella hur. eal. Longer longer. Heer. Not when Iaw't. Ham. His Beard was grifly? no. Her. Te was, as Lhaue ieene icin his ite, A Sabie Siluer'd, (gaine: Ham. Te watch toNights perchance ‘ewill wake a Hor. Vwartant you it will. Ham. If icaffume my noble Fathers perfoa, Ile fpeake to it,though Hellit feltefhould gape | And bidmehold my peace. Ipray youalle | Leticbee treble in your filence A Ifyou have hitherto conceals his | And whatfoeuer els fhall hap to night, Giue it an vndertanding bueno tongoes Lwillrequite yourloues {fare ye well : Vpon the Platforme ewixt eleuen and twelue, Ie vific you. Ail, Ourdutyto your Honour; ——-Exents Ham. Your loue,asmineto you: farewell, My FathersSpititin Armes ? Allis not well I doubt fome foule play : would the Night were comes Till thea fr Rill my foule; foule deeds will rife, Thoughall the earch orewhelm them to mens cies. Exit. Scena Tertia. Enter Lacrtes and Ophelia, Laer. My neceffariesare imbark't; Farewell : And Sifteryas the Winds giue Benefic, And Contoy is affitant; doe not fleepe, But let me hearefrom you, Opbel. Doe youdoubrthae? Laer. For Hamilet,and the trifling of bis fatotira, Holdit afathion and a roy in Blouds A Violet in the youth of Primy Natures Froward,notpermanents fweer not lafting The fupplisnce of minute? No more. Optet, Nomore but fo. Laer, Thinkeitno mores Fornarare creffant does nor grow alone, In thewes and Bulke: but ashis Temple waxes, The inward feruice of the Minde and Soule Growes wide withall. Pethaps heloues you now, And now no foyle nor cautell doth befmerch The vergue ofhis feare : but you mutt feare Hi156 His greatneffe weigh’, his willis not his ownes For hee himfelfe is tubiet co his Birth « Hee may not, 2s vouall Carne f for, on his choyce depends ‘The fanétity and health ofthe weole Stare. And therefore muft circumfcrib’d. Vato the voyce and yeelding of thar Bady, Whereof heisthe Head, Thenif he fayeshe loues you, Iefits your wifedome fo farreco belecue its Ashe nhispeculiac Se&t and force May giue his faying deed: which is no furcher, Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall, ‘Then weigh what lofle your Honeurmay fuftaine, JE with too credent eare youlifthis Songs ; Ot lofe your Heart; or your chaft Treafuce open Tohis vnmaftred importunity. Beare Opbielia,feare ‘And ke¢pe within the reare of Out of the fhot and danger The charieft Maid is enough, 1f the vamaske her beauty to the Moone : Vertue it felfe fcdpes not calumnious ftroakes, Fhe Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring Tooiok before the buctons be difclos'd, Andin the Morne andliquid dew of Youth, Contagious blaftments are moft imminent. Be wary then, belt fafery lies in feares Youth toit felfe rebels, thoughnoneelfencere. Ophe, thal cheffest ofthis good Leffon keepe, ‘As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother fome yngracious Paftors doe, 1e leepe and thorny way to Heauens Whilf likea paft and reckleffe Libertine His(elfe,the Primrofe path of dalliancetreads, ‘Andreas not his ovine reade. Laws Ob, feare me not- Enter Pelosi, Iftaytoolong + ‘A double bleffing is Occafion {miles ypon a fecons! leaue. Palor. Werheere Laertes? Aboord,aboord for fhame, ‘The winde firs in the fhoulder of your fale, ‘And youare aid for there: my bleffing with yous ‘And thefe few Precepts in thy memory, See thou Charaétet. Gite thy choughts no tongue, Nor any ynproportion’é choug! Be thou familiar; but by nome The ind their adoption tride, Grapple them to chy Soule, with hopes of Stele = Buc doe not dull thy palme, wich entertainment Ofeach voharch't,ynftedg’d Comrade, Beviare bur being in y beware of thee, . aresbut few thy yoyce: Take each mains cent feruethy indgement + Cofily thy habie as thy purfe can buy 5 in fancies tich,not gawdiee ell oft proclaimes the man. A fthe bettranck and Ration, ‘Are ofa molt feleét and generous cheffin thats ler bes and friend: ends thou hat Gie eae afes both it f als the edge of Husbandry. ; cothine owne felfe be true: ima ftfollow,as the NighttheDay, | Thou canftnotshen be falfetoany man. The Tragedie of Hamlet, ) Farewell: my Bleffing feafon this in thee, | \ ) \ \ | Ofhis affeétion tome. | Locke too's, Icharge youscome your wayes, Laer. Moft humbly doe I take miyleane, my Lord, Polor. The time invites you, goe, your feruantsyend. | Laer. Faxewell Ophelia, and remember well } ‘What I haue faid to you. Ophe. ‘Tisinmny memory lock, ‘And you your felfefhall keepe the key oft. Laer. Farewell, Exit Laer Palon. Whatiit Opbeliahe hath faid to you ¢ Ophe. So pleafe you,Comthing touching the L, Hamlet, Polon. Matry, well bethought: Tis told mehe hath very oft of late Giuen private time to yous and you yout felfe Hane of your audience beene moft free and bouoteous. Ifitbeo, as fo tis put on mes And shatin way of caution: Inmufttellyou, You doe not vnderftand your fee fo cleerely, Asitbehouesmy Daughter, and your Honour, Whatis betweene you, gine me vp the truth? Opbe, Hehath my Lord of late,mademany tenders Polen, Affedtion,puh. You fpeake likes greene Girl, Valifeed in fuch perillous Cirew ‘ Doe you beleeue his tenders,as you Opbe. 1 donot know, my Lord, what I fhould think Polen. Marty Iie teach yous thinke your felfe aBab ‘That you haue tane histenders for true pay, Which ate not Rasling. Tender your elfe more de (Or not tocrack the winde of thepoore Phrafe, Roaming it hus, you'ltender me a foole. phe. My Lord,he hath importun'd me with loue, Inhonourable fafhion. Pélon.I,fathion youmay eallit,gotoo,g0 too. Opbe. And bath given countenance to his fpeech, My Lord, with allthe vowes of Heauen. Polon. ISpringes to catch W Voodcocks. Idoe know When the Bloud burnes,how Prodigall the Soule Giues the tongue vowes: thefe blazes,Davghrer, Giving more light then heate; extindtin both, Euen in their proma‘e, as itis a makings Youmuanot takefor fire. For this timeDaughter, Befomewhac {canter of your Maiden prefences Set your entreatments at ahigher rate, ‘Then a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, Beleeue fo muchin him,thae heis young, Ch walke, ‘Then may be ginen yous Jn few,Opbelia, Doenot belecue his vowessfor they are Broakers, Not of the eye,,which theie Inueffments fhow ¢ But mecreimplorators of vaholy Sutes, Breathing like fantified and pious bonds, Thebercer to bepuile. Thisis forall : T would not,inplaine ceatmes, from this time forth, Haue you fo flander any moment leifure, ‘Asto giue words or talke withthe Lord Hamlets Opbe. 1 hall obey my Lord. Exemte Enter Hamlet,Horatia, Marcellas, Ham. The Aytebites threwdly : isi very cold? ‘Hor. Icisa nipping and aneager ayre. | Ham. What bower now? Hor, Tchinkeielacks of rwelue, Mer, No, itis irooke, (feafon, Hor, indeed heard ic not: themit drawes ner the Wherein he Spirit held his wont to walke. Wherfod ne dreines his amand T of his P! Hor, Locke my Har. Ang BethouaS Bring witht gh Let menot buritin Igy Why thy Canonia’db: Wherein we fa Hath op’dhi Fo catch Thar dhou dead Coa MakingNighehi So horrid Withthough Say, why isthis? wl Hor. Tebeckons yo Asif Trwafts you toa But dae not Ham. Why, fe my li ues me forth a extTume | Which mighe depe dea oyall Dane s,Ob,eh, Hause busfttheic cements, wy Rouifits thos the elim! Soule,iuha | Being a thtog immortal Swaggerin ggeting 6 anid takes his fealen fend blafls from Hell, cz Hearled jay this meane? compleat eele, cfooles of Nature, eaches of our Soules, fore? what thould we dee? oft beeckens Hamlet. 0 gocaway wi ation eae TheTiagedieo[ Hole Lord? (roule, | He T Hsin whine PUL Soa | Adan, Somethings soiten inthe State of Denmacke, Heauen will direétic. r. Nay,let’s follow him. Enter Ghef and He wile thou lea wn shy Fathers Spirit, | 9 cettaine tetmeto walke she nights j dco falt in Ficrs, y Totell he fecrers of Icoulda Tale combined lacks to pare, particular halve to te d + yponi the fresfull Porpent fon mutt norbe cl itt Hamers of iG, Tones Arange,and vnnatuall, Hafi,hal mets know T hoe wich wings as wife ‘As meditation,or the thoughts of Lowe, May fwweepe to my Reue ors felfe in eale,on Would thou not Qirrein hiss Now Ffensler heat I's giuen oue,shas fleepingin mine Orelsard, ewhole ear ceffe oftmy death jut know thou Noble y fDenmarkey phericke for ns, thas hath Tesitorous guifis, ‘ontoto of my molt feers hand in hand} o Marriagesand t all g Vpona wretch, | Tothofeofmine, B | Though Lewd: bel couric |a | But fofe,methinkes fear che Mornings Ayres IBciefelet me be : Sleeping within mine Orchard My cuftome alwayes in the aftemnoone; pon my fecure hower thy Vncle Mole With iuyce of curfed Hebenon ina Violl, ‘And in the Porches of mine eates did poure * The leaperous Dilhlment; whofe effect Holds fuch an enmity w Thatfwifeas Quickefilu The nacurall G: bloud of Man, iccourfes ehrough sand Allies of che Bodyy” And with a fodaine vigour it doth poffer And curd, like Aygre droppitigs into Milke; The thin and wholiome blood: fo'didie imine; And amoft inflant Tetcer bak'd about, Moft Lazar-like, wich vile and loathfome erult, All my fmooth Body. ‘Thus was I, fleeping, by a Brothers hand, OF Lifejof Crowne, and Queeneat once difpatzhes Cut off euen in the Bloffomes of wy Sinne, Vahouzzled, difappoinced, vonaneld, No reckoning made,bur fent tomy account With all my imperfe8tions on my heads ‘Ob horsible,Oh horrible, moet horrible: Ifthow haft nature in chee beare it no Letnotthe Royall Bed of Denmarke be ACouch for Luxury and damned Inceft, Buthowfoeuer thou purfuettthis A&, Taint not thy mind shor let chy Soule contriue Againft thy Mother ought; leaueherto Keanen , And to thofe Thornes that in her bofome lodge, Toptickeand fing her, Fare thee well aronees ‘TheGlow-vworme fhowesthe Marine tobe neeres_ And gias to pale his voeffedtuall « Aducjadue,Hamlees rememberme. * — Exit. °% Heam.Oh all you hof of Feauen! Oh Earth; whtitels? And fhall {couple Hell? Ohfies hold my hearts ‘And you my finnewes,grow not inftant Oldg But beare me fffely vp: Remember thee? I, thou poore Ghoft , whilememory holds afeate Intthis diftradted Globe + Remember thee ? Yea, from the Table of my Memory, He stipe away al trivial fond Records, All faines of Bookes,all formes, all prefures pat, ‘That youth and obferuation coppied there; Andthy Commandment all alone fhal inte Within the Bookeand Volume ofmy Braine, Vomixe with bafer matcerzyes, yes, by Hleauien : Oh moft pernicious woms! Oh Villaine, Villaine, frmiling damned Villsine! My Tables,my Tables; meet iis f fet ic dowine, ‘hat ove may finile,and fmile and bea Villainey At leatt I'm fareit may be foinDenmarke ; SoVnckle there you ate: now tomy words Te is; Adue, Adue, Romember me: T haue fworn'e, Her. & Mar.within. My Lord ny Lord, Enter Horatio and Marcelle 4 Mer, Lord Homler. Hor, Heauenfecurchim, Mar. Sobeit. Hor. Ilo, ho,ho, my Lords oslio,bo,boy come bird come. (tt my Noble Lord? Hor. Whatne: Fam. Oh:wonderfull! Hor. Good my Lord tell ite Ham: No you'lreuealeit. The ‘Trageidie of Hamlet, Her, Not 1,my Lord, by Heauen, Mar. Nor}, myLord chink it Ham. How fay you then, would heart of mon once But you' be fecrer? Both, I, by Heau'a, my Lord, ‘Ham. There's nere avillaine dwelling in all Deneoatle Bue hee’s an arrancknaue. Her, Thereneeds no Ghoft my Lord, come from the| Grauc,to tell vs chis, Hem. Why right, youarei'ch' right; And fo, without more cireumftance at all, Lholdit fic that we thake hands ond par You,asyour bufines and defires thall point you: For euety man ha’s bofineffe and defite, Such as itis :and for mine owne poore part, Looke you, He gee pray. Feat Her. Thele are but wildand hurling words,tmy Lord, Ham, Von forry they offend you heartily : Yes faith heartily. Hor. There’sno offencemy Lord, Haro. Yes, by Saint Patricke,but there ismy Lord, And much offence too, touching this Vifion here : Ie is anhoneft Ghof, thatlet me tell you: For your defite to know whats betweeneva, O'remafter'eas you may. And now good friends, As you ate Friends,Schollers and Soldiers, Sie me one poore requelt, Her. Whatistt my Lord? wewill. Ham Never sake knowinwhat youhaue feen tonight, Bah. My Lord,we will not, Ham Nay, but fwear't, Hor: Vnfaichmy Lord, nor, Mar. Not imy Lord ia faith. Ham. Vpon ay {word. Marcell. We have fworne my Lord alread Har, lodeed,ypon ay Gord Indeed. Gho, Sweites Ghaft cries onder the Stage. Ham. Aly haboyifaytft thou fo, Ast thou there true- penny ? Come one you here this fellow in the felleredge | Confenc co fweare. | Hor, Propofe the Oath my Lord. Hum. Neuer to Speake ofthis thar you hate feene, Sweace by my fword, Gho, Sweare, Ham Hic &cbignet Then wee'l Qhifef Come nither Genslemen, And lay your hands againe vpon my fivord, Neuer to fpeake of his that you have heard? Sweareby my Sword. * grownd, Che. Sweare, (fin? Ham, Well aid old Molescan'Q worke th’ ground fo A worthy Pronet,once more remoue good friends. Hor. Ohday and night:bue this is wondrous (tr Ham, oditherefore asa flranger give it welco There are morethings in Heauen and Eatth, Forera, Then are dream't of in our Philofophy. But come, Here as before, neuer fo helpe you mercy, How ftrange ot odde fo ere I beste my felles (As perchance heereafter fall thinke meet To put an Anticke difpoftion on :) That you at {uch time fecing me, neuer fhall Witt Armes encombred thus, or thus, head (hakes Or by pronouncing of fome doubrfull Phrafes As well, we know,or we could and ifwe would, Th) Or if we lift co fpeake ; ortherebe and ifchere might, Or {uch ambiguous giuing oucto note, ThatTragedie of Hamlet: 259 | Tbe That you know oug! isnotto dot | The youth you breath ot y ard grace and mercy at yo moft ncede helpe you : | Heclofes with you in this contequence [sree ier If Good xo Signe ox Cea Ofmanand Country Ge Withall my lode I doe conomer And wt Maydoz JGodvwilling thall nots ‘And fll your outings pray | 0 yout, nat friend’ c ‘ace, I mai Gentle a houfe of fil fo for | Your bait offtthood, a oferuth tds, \ And thus doewe'of wiledome and of reach } Wich windleffes,and with alas of Bias, | By indie finde diceStions out | Soby my former Lecture and advice }s Toler, Mat ; fe eae Very Enguire me firftwhaeD. ‘And hov,and whos What companty,at what exp: By this encompafiement end d That they doe know my fon: smy Lord,1 ’ | Royaal. As gaming my Lord. Felon. J, ordrivking, fencing, fweari Opts ie} Quarelling,drabbinug. You may go Reysol. My Lord th sar bien feafon it inthe charges -andall on hia, ot my meaning: but bre ‘That they may feeme the taints of bert dour and dowas vpand dowasy H fopic d Ty feeme to fhatter all you doe thie? Andend his bei Ewould know thats i wwith hishs Polen, Goewithme,1 will goe feeke thei Thisisthe very extolic of Loue, Whole violent property foredacs i Asuweres Markrate Vndereakings, ‘As ofc as any paffion ynder Heauen, That does afflict our Natures. Yam fort ‘Woathaue you giuea him aay hard words oflate? Opbe. No my good Lord : but as you did command, I did repellhis Letters,and deny'de His acceffe rome. Pal. That bath made him mad, Lam forrie that with bercer {peed and iudgement had not quoted him. Ifearehe did bue rifle, ‘And meant to wracke thee : bur befhrew my iealoulie s Tcfeemesitisas propet to our Age, Tocaf beyond our feluesin our Opinions, Asicis common for the yonger fort Tolacke diferetion, Come,goweto the King, ight moue Exent. This moft be knowne, v being kept clo More greefe to hide, then hate to veter loue. Scena Secunda. Ester Kieg, Qncene,Rofiscrane,and Guilder See una: King. Welcome deere Rofscrance and Guildenfterve Moreouer, that wemach did long to fee you, Theneede we hauc to vie you,did prouoke Ourhaftie fending. Something have yo Of Hamlets transformation :40 callit, Since not th‘exterior, nor che inward man Refembles thac it was. What it thould bee More then his Fathers death, thae thus hach put him Soimuch from th’vndertanding of himfelie, Tcannot deeme of, Lintreat you both, Thatbeing of fo young dayes brought vp with hie: Aad fince fo Neighbour'd to his youth, and bumour, t you vouchiafe your reftheere in cur Coure Somelittle ime: fo by your Companies To draw him on to pleafuresjand to gather ich as from Occafions you may gleane, pea’d lies within our temedie. Qu, Good Gentlemen,he hath much talk’d of you, And fae Fam, ewo men there are not liuing, To whom hemore adheres. Ifit will pleafe you To fhew vs{o mach Gentriejand good willy ‘Astoexpend your time with vs a-while, Forthe fupplyand profit of our Hope, ‘Your Vifitation fhall receiue fuch thankes As fitsa Kings remembrance. Rofin. Both your Maiefties Mighic by the Soueraiggne power you haue of vs, Pur your dread pleafures, more into Command Then to Entreatie, Gul, We both obey, And here give yp eur felues, i the full bens, Tolay our Services fieely at your fecre, To he commanded, King, Thankes Rofinerance, and gentle Guildefferne, Qu. Thankes Guildenflerne and gentle Rofincrance. And Tbeveech youinttantly co vib My coo muuch changed Sonne. Go 7 rd of yey And bring where Hamlets. Guil. teavcos make our prefence and our praGifes Pleatantand helpfull to him, Exits The Tragedie of Hamlet. Uae | Iwill be breefe. weere. Amen, Re Enter Polonins, Pel, Th’Ambaffadors from Norwey,/'my godd Lord, | Arcioyfully recurn'd, | King. Thou fillhaft bin the Father of good Newes. | Po. Havel,my Lord? Aflure you,my good Liege, Thold my dutie,as I hold my Soule, | Both to my God, one to my gracious King: And I do chinke, or elfe this braine of mine Hunts not the traile of Policie,fo fure AsThaueys'd todo: that I haue found The very caufe of Hamlets Lunacie. Kog. Oh {peak of hachard dolong tohesre, Pol Give firlt admittance to th’Ambafladors, My Newes thall be the Newes to that great Feat, King, Thy Selfe do grace tothem,snd bring them in, He tels memy fweet Queene, that he hath found The head and foutfe of al your Sonnes diftemper, Qu, Adoubrit sno other, bue che maine, Hus Fathers death,and our o're-hafty Marriage. Enter Polonins,Uoltumand, a King. Well,we fhall Say Foltwmand, what from our y Volt. Mott faire retarne of Greetings,and Defires. Vpon our firft, he fent out to fuppreffe His Nephewes Lenies, which to him appear'd To bea preparation ‘gainftthe Puleak : But better look’d inco,he truly found Je was againft your Hi That fo his Sickneffe,, Was falfely borne in hand, fends our Arrefts On Fortmbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes, Receiucs rebuke from Norwey: and in fine, Makes Vow before bis Vnkle,nener more Togivechaflay of Armes againf your Maieftic. Wherconold Norwey, ouercome withioy, Giues hin three théuland Crownes in Anno And his Commiiffion to imploy thofe Sok So leuied as before, again(l the Poleak Wich anintreaty herein farther thewne, Thatit might pleafe youro give quiet pale Through your Dominions,forhis On fach regards of iafety and allov As therein are fet downe. King. Telikes ys well: And atour more confider'd time wee'l read, Anfwer,tnd thinke ypon this Bufineffe. Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour, Goto your reft, atnight wee'l Feaft rogether. Moft welcome homes Exit Aewbaf. Pel. This bufine(fe is very well ended. ‘My Liege,and Madam, to expoftulate ‘What Mateflie thould be, what Datieis, Why day is day ;nightsnight and times time, Were nothing but to wafteN ght,Day and Time, Therefore,fince Brevitieis the Soule of Wit, And tedioufheffe, the limbes and outward flourifhes, Your Noble Sonne is mad : Mad call its forto define trie Madneffe, ‘Whatis’r, but to be nothing elfe but mad, Burtlet chat go, Qu, Motermnatter, with leffe Are, Pol, Madam.1 fweare I vfeno Are atall : Thathe is mad, tis true: Tis true’tis pittie, And pittie itis true : A foolih figure, Buc farewell :tor I will vfeno Art. Cornelin. chim. Welcome good Frends hneffe, whereat greeved, ge,and Impotence Encerprize, nceThe Tragedie of Hamlet. 261 he Lobby 1ecaufe of this ffcdt, | Qu, Soheha's the eaule of | Pek Axfacha time lle loofe my Daughter tohim, defeétiue, co 14. J bebinde an Arrasth Thus it remainess 1 encounter : [fheloue her nor, nieleaue. How does: Pal, Da yon kaow memy Lor | Hans. Excelient,excellent well monger, : Pal. Not t my Lov reckon ny groves bo shat E bef, ebm | Ham. Then i wouldy fohenefta mans tobi, Hamles 1 pick’d ou oftwo thouisnd ; do youshink King. Asofaman, fai Poli wold faine proue fo.Bur 4 Conception is Pr y you by tharSeill har y éavghe| ww menoe at fir he fad I was aFithtor might you © your Queene heete, think, What might you thinke jewweene And (my yong. | Imeane chen Lord Hamle Ham, Slanders Sit :f This matt noi cher, nhaue gray Thad Soc Refort, cireye Admitno Melfeng 2 d thi lentitull locke of Wits chSir, though Which dove, thet Fell into a Sai ‘Thence to a Watch, thence’ Thence to a Li esof my Aduice, omake, and patent not Hloneftie to have i eius culd be old as lam, iflikea molt power ugh chisbe madnet | Yer there is Method in'e: will you walke | our ofthe ayre my Lore’? | Fawn. Toto ory Grae? | Pol eis our o'th’ Ayr. | gnant (fomerimes)hisReplics ) That ofeirbt hitson, | Pa Which ReafonandSanivie cou [1¢Circamttanc Were truth i | Wichinthe Center. K g. Howarsy we try itfarther? / You know fometimn |Hewalkes foure houres togethersheere ! ny daughter. Lord, Twill moft humbly \ | oo3 Hir|262 The’ Tragedie of Hamlet. wm. You cannot Sir take from me any thing, that. , deale iuftly with me : comejcome;n: ‘will more willingly part withall, except-my hfe, my | — Guil. Whatfhould fpeake | fay my Lord ? life. | _ Ham, Why any thing. Bur wo the purpofes you were} Polos. Fare you well my Lord. j fene forsand chereisa Kinde confeffion in your lockes Ham, Thele tedious old fooles. which your modefties haue not crafe enough to co- | ne tot You goe to fecke my Lord Hamlet there | lor,i kaow the good King & Queene haue ent for you, Refin. To what endmy Lord? Ham. That you matt teach me: but let mee coniure youby the rights of our fellow hip,by the consonancy of ‘our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preferved loue, and by what more deste, a better propofer could chatge Rafts My col dee pel? you withall; be euen and diteét with me, whether you Haws, My excellent good friends? How do" | | hou | Were fentfor orno, Gnildenflerne? Ob, Rafinerane ; good Lads: How doc ye | Refis. What fay you? Refin. Goa faue you Sig Guild. Mine honour'd Lord? both? Rofin. Asche indifferent Ch Guild. Happy sinthet we are not ouer-happy:0n tunes Cap, we arenot the very Button. Ham. Nox the Soales of hex Shoo ? Rofin. N Bam. Then you live about her wafle, orinthemid- Ale of her fauour? Guil. Faichsher priuates, we Inthe fecrer parts of Fortune? Oh, moft rues uunopet. What's che newes ? Ham Nay thea Lhaue an eye of you; if you loueme hold not off Guil. My Lord we were fent for, Ham. Lwilltell you why ; {0 thall my anticipation preuent your difcovery of your fecricieto he Kinig and Q ate, bur wherefore Queene:moule no feather, I have Iknow nor, loft all my mirch,forgone all cuflome of ex-| ercifes and indeed,it goes fo on;that this goodly frame 1 Earth, fecmes to mea fler- ‘omontory ; this moft excellent Canopy Jook you, this braue ore-hanging,t Ayre, Maielticall Roof, Idenfire: why,it appeares no other thing honeit. tomee, thena foule and peflilent congregation of vac Haw, Theais Doomelday necte: But your newes is | pours, Whatapiece of workeis a man! how Noble in not true, Let me queltion more youmy good friends, deferued atthe bands of Fortune, that fhe lends you to Brifon hither? Guile Prifon,my Lord? Ham. Denmask’sa Prifon. R cular: what have fon? how infin faculty? in forme and mow feand admirable?in Adon, how hikean Am | 1 sauppreteaton, how tex | gel? inapprehention, how likea God? the beauy ofthe | the Parragon of Animal at that che World's growne | feecced with g | this Quinteffence of Dott? M Ham, A gs | fines, Ward wortt, Roffe, We thinke not fo my Lor ‘Har. Why then’tis noneto yousfor thereis nothing ad Dungeons; Dermarke being one oh? yone,in which there are many Con- | to fay fo Refine My Lord , there wes no fach fui . Why did you laugh, when 1 either good or bad, but chinking makes it fo:comeitis | Rufir, Tothinkesmy Lord,ifyou delight notin Man, aprifon | what Lenton entertainment the Players: fhall reeeiue Refi. your Ambition makes itone: ‘vis | yous wee coated themonthe way, and hither are too narrow for your inde, | the Ham: 0 God, 1 could be bounded ina nuthhell, aid count my felfeaKi |Yhaue bad dreames. ou Seruice, King fhall be welcomes his Maicfly fall haue Tribate of mee : the advenurous wget t che Louer fall end his part in rarer iia the Clowne fhall make thofe laugh whole lungs| s but a thad | ffeelys or the blanke Verfe fhall halt for'e: what Players old Ambition of fo ayry and | are they? bur a thadowes fhadow, | Refin. Euen thofeyou were wont to take delight in “Ham, T sand out the BeggersShadowes: | Ham. How chances it they travaile? their ref by my fey I cannotreas | dence both in reputation and profit was better both | wayes, | | Refiv, Ithinketheir Inhibition comes by the meanes | not fortiyou with the | ofthe late Innonation ? | ke toryou like an honeft | Ham. Doe they liold the fame eflimation they did} yattendeds bucinthe beaten} when I wasin theCity? Are chey fof ? Vhat make youst Elfonaver? | Rofin, No indeed, they are no yy Lord, no other occafion | Ham Howcomesie? J am even poore in chankess Nay, their inde rc deare fiends my thanks Bot there is Sir a of Children, little P ere younot fent for? Isic | Yales, that exye out on the top of queftion ; and j Mining? Is it a ffee vifiation? Come, | axe moft tyrannically clap't fore: thefe are now the | our Keepes in tie wonted |athion, and io be-ratled the common Stages ae. they | all them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraide of IGoofe-quils,and dare fearfé come thither. ‘Ham, Woatare they Children? Wo nmaineains How ace they efcoted ? Will they purtue the Quali longer then they can fing? Will rovards grow them: Players (as ) their Wiis itis like mott “tthe meanes aren ters do them fowoc Sacee fea Refin, Faith and the Nation helds trouetfie, There was fora while, ment, ynleffe the Po he Play the Queftion Ham, Is no fine, © 1¢ much throwing abot yes carry ie away? les Schis load too. Vockte is King of ould make moves ath ‘my Fat Ducnesapee findgitout. -ompiy with you in the Garbe, ch Leell youmuft thew are like entertainment uc my Vackle Father, rly octet) ludald aote then yours. Youate welcome : and Aunt Mother a: Guil, To wh th, North-Welt = Havwkelroma Pel, Well bewith you Gen Ham. Heatke you Gaildenfferne, 2nd you too: eareahearer : that out of his Swathiog cl Happily e's the {econd time eometo them: for an old man istwice a childe, Ham, Twill Prophefic. Heecomesto tell me of the Players. Markit, you fay right Sir: fora Monday mor- ning’ewas fo indeed. Bol, My Lord, hatte Newes to tell Ham, ‘My Lord, haue Newesto tell you, When Rofias an Agtorin Rome Pal. The AGorsarecome hither Ham, Burze, buzze. Pel. Vpon mine Honor. Hams. Then cancach AGor ont Polos. The bef AGors in the world, ci die, Comedie, iRorie, Paftorall Hitoricall-Pattorall: Tea Comicall-Hittoricall-P. emvalimited too light, fo the onely men. Bar, O lephtaludge of Ueael,whata Treafure had’ thou? Pol, What aTeeafurehad heymy Lord? Ham. Why one fice Danghver,and no more, when the fandtaw. each reat Baby youee chete, isnot yer yLord, er for Ti Paftorieall-Comicall- Hioricalls Tragical + Seene indivible, cx Po- woheauy, nor Plaine w of Writgand the Liberty. Thele are all Seneca cannot be The which he loved pathing wells Pal. Stilonmy Daughter ight old Lephra? Polon. IE ime Zephra my Lord, Thaue ada cer that Jove p Ham, Nay t Polen. What my Lord? Ha.Why, Asby lot,God wor : and then you ka fle, 5: The fit # Forloo! s mol ike i Enter foure or fis Pla “are weleomte M : Welcome good Friends, O my old hy faceis valiant finge I faw thee latt : C Denmarke? What, my yong ftxis? Byrlady your Ladithip is necre Law you |: ‘om'ft chow ro beard mein ady ana M Heaven tien wher thealtitude ofsChoppine, Pray Gos peece of uncurrant Gold be not erseked Maftrayoure ll weleomernee en Fauleoners, 8 eles wee} exch fraight. Ce XY comes palin Play. What fpecelemy Lor? Ham. Voeatdthee{pealeme neuer AB sor fit was,n aboue once, for the Play 1 remember pleas'd not the Million, ‘ewasC erall :but ic was (as Ireceiu’d it, and other: in fach matters, criedin the top of «Play 5 well digefted in the $;cese swith as much modeftie,as eunn ne) an s re fai there was no Salictsin the lines, ro make che matter f2- | uuourys a0 no matter inthe phrafe, that m Author of affe@ation,buteaI'd it an honeft method.One cheefe Speech nic, I checfely lou'd, ‘twas even T to Dide, and hercabouc oft efpecaly, where he ipe- | of Prisms (laughter, Ifitliue in your memory, beg this Line, lecme feete Ther thr Liyreanian Beaft, I is not fo: itbe he why beindicethie| d Pyrite ke wath Pyrrbae Sable Armes pe refemble ns Horte, nigh in the Omi dry more dif Now is hetotskeGeulles, horridly Trick’d With blood of Fathers, Mothers, Daug! ters Bok'd and impafted with che parching freee, ‘That lend a ryrannous,and damned light To their vilde Murthers, rosfted in rath and fire, And thus o'e-fized with coagulate gore, With eyes like Carbuncles, the hellifl Pyrrbis Olid Grandlire Priam feckes, Pol. Fore God,mny Lord, well fpoken, with goodae cent,and good diferetion, 1.Player. Anon hefindes him, king coo fhort atGreekes, His anticke Swor Rebellious to his Arme, lyes where itfallee Repagnant to command : vnequsll match, Pyrrbns at Priam dviues, ia Rage files wide Bat withthe whiffe and winde of his fell Sword, Th'vnnerued Father fils. Then feneleffe Hliuen, Seeming to feele his blow, with flaming top Stoopesto his Bace, and witha hideous ceafh Takes Prifoner Pyrrbereate, Forloe,his Sword Which was declining on the Milkiehead ‘OfReuerend ‘Priam, fecin'd ith'Ayre co Micke: 1 { | | |}= 264. : The Tragedie of Flamlet. |Sesrapanedyias Pra ood, foanseohe ic spin ane Micodes Refin, Good my I id nou ime; Ham, Lo, God what a Rogueand Pela s ienot monftrous ther thi Bucina Could fore Thaef Teares in his eyes, diftra&tion in’s A A broken yoyce,and his whole Fundt WithFormes,to his Conceit? And all © Hecnba? enbato him,crheta Heer Canet Hamlet , the Racke land fill, And new fe} With leffe remosle then P Now falles on Priam, Out, our, thou Serump In general Syood cake avy | Thaehe thould weepe forher? Wha Breake all « es and Fallies from her wheele, lad be the Motiue and the Cue And boule the round Nave down | That i hawe? Aslowastothe Fiends. } And clesue the, Pol. This istoo lo’ Moke thail to’th Barba yeard, Pry- for ali orhee fleepes. Say on cometo Hee 1. Play. {ue who,O who, bad feeathe inobled Queen, | Like Tok € > And can fay nothing : No,n0 30 Queeneis good, Vpon whole propercy,an e-foot vp and downe, Adamo’ Acloutabouc thathead, blowes iti 'Gainf Fore ? BuriftheG. When tall) | eyes of Heaven, 'snotturn'd his colour, and “Thsell, obs tee peaka but cbansh hesres play comor- | Asheis very porent with fuch Spicits, Abulesme to damneme, Hehaw Relative then this: The coldFrien¢, can you play t Enter King, On france, Gril Hove that Lord, andlooke: good Friends, He leans you ul ni King, Ava can you by no drift of ci «From him why he pours on this Con ating fo haribly all his dayes of quiet Now Jana my foeThe Tragedie of Hamlet. | With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy, Refi, He does confelie he feeles himnfelfe diftracted, But fom what eaulehe wil by no meanes fpeake. Guil. Nor do we finde him forward co be founded, But with crafty Madneffe keeper aloofe When we swould bring hie on to forse Confeffion OF is true Rate, 04. Did he receive you well? Rojix. Mott like a Gentleman. Guild. But with much forcing of his difpofition of queftion, but of cur demands Moft free in his reply. Qu. Didyou aifay him to any pa Rofie. Madam, it fo fell ou, We ore-wron : This aight to play Pa. Tismotte And he befecch’ Toeace,and fe King. With all my hear To heare him fo inclin’d.. Go Giue hie a farther: Tothefe delights. Refin. We thall my Lord. King, Sweet Gertradeleaue ystoo, Foc we have clofely fent for Hamler hither, That he, as ewere b Affront Ophelia. Hl Willfo beftow our flues, We may oftheicen ly And gather by him,as he is behaued, Hebe th'affliction of his loue,orno, Thacthus he futfers fo 1, I thallobey you, Raeeaee Ophelia, 1 do with ‘That your good Beaucie: be the happy caufe OF Hamlets wildeneffe: fo Chall hope your Vertues Willbring himto his wonted way againe, Toboth your Honors. Opbe. Madam, | with it may. Pal. Ophelia, walke you heere.Gracious fo pleafe ye Weewill beltow ou felues : Reade on this booke, That thew of fuch an exercife may colour Your lonelineffe. We ate oft too blame in this, "Tistoomuch prov'd, that with Deuotions vilege, And pious Aion, we do furge o're The diuell hienfelfe King, Oh'cis trae: How {marca lath that Speech doch giue my Confcience ? The Fiatlots Cheeke beautied with plaiftri Is not more vgly tothe thing that helpesit, Then ismy deede, comy moit painted word, Ob heauie burthen! Pol, Thearehim comming,ler’s withdraw my Lord, Exewm, your Maiefties ind it doth much content me j Gentlemen, ¢, and driue his purpofe on Exenat yfefe(Lawful efpials) feeing vateene inter fronkely wwdge, Enter Hamlet, Ham. Tobe,orno: to be, shat is the Queftion Whether tis Nobler in che minde to fuser The Slings and Arrowes of ousragious Fortune, Or to take Armes againftaSea of roubles, And by oppofing en to dyesto fleepe Nomoseyandbya fl eecoue That Flefhis beyre too? ‘Tis xconiummat Denoutly tobe with'd. To.dyetofleepe, Tofteepe, perchance to Dreame I, chere’s the rub, For in that leepe of death, what dreamesmay come, When wehaue buffed offthis morzal coile, Mate give vs pawle. There's the refped That makes Calamity off long life : For who would beare che Whips and Seornes of time, The Oppreffors wrong, the poore mans Concumely, The pangs of dipriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay, The infoience of Ofice,and the Spurnes atient merit ofthe vnworthy takes, be hanfelfe might his, ae mate Buc hat che dread of fomething after death, dlilconeted Countrey, from whofe Borne No Traveller returnes, Puzelsthe will, And makes vsrather beare thofeilles wehane, Then flye to otliers that we know not of, Thus Conicience does make Cowards of vsally And thus the Natiue hew of Refolution lecaft of Thought, of hand moment, ‘Withthis regard their Currants eure away, And loofe thename of Aétion. Soft younow, The faire Ophelia? Nimph, in thy Osizons Be ll my finnes remembred, Ophe. Good my Lord, How does your Honor for this manya day? Haw, Yoursbly thanke you: well,well, well. Ophe. My Lord,Ihaue Remembrances of yours, Thac I hauelonged long tore-deliners Ipray you now, receiue cher Ham. No,no, (neuer gaueyou ought. phe. Myhonor'd Lord, I know righ wellyou did, And wich them words of fo fweet breathcompos'd, Asmadethethings more rich, then perfume lett: Take thefe againe, forto the Noble minde Rich gifts wex pore, when givers prowe vakinde, There my Le Hom, ¥ia,ha: Are youhonefi Ople. My Lord, Ham, Kreyou faire? Opke. What meanes your Lordfhip ? Ham. Thacif you be honeft and faire, your Honelty fho.ts admit no diftourfe to your Beautic. Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comeree then your Honeftie? Ham, J tralie forthe power of Becutie, will fooner transforme Honefie from what icis, toa Bawd, then the force of Hneftie can tranQare Beautie into his likenefle ] This was fomcrime a Paradox, but now the time gives proofe. Iidloue you once: Opbe, Indeed my Lord, youmade me beleeue fo. Ham. Youthouldnot haue belceued me. For verti cannot fo innoceulate our ofd Rocke, but we faa elif efit. Tloued you nor. 2 Ophe. Twas the more deceived, Ham, GettheetoaNunnerie. Why would’ thoit bea breeder ofSinners am my felfe indifferent honeft, but yet Icouldaccuf me of fuch things,that ic were bet ter my Mother hadnorborneme. Lamvery prowtdspe= uucngefull, Ambicious, with more offences atiny becke, then I have thoughts ta put them is imagination, co eiue them fhape,or timero.aéte them in, What fhould fuch Fe266 Foe Perarodic of Hamlet, Jbeiweene Headea ahd Fareli, cots. .Goe thy wes askdos crawlin ‘We ase arcane Knauevall, eléeue tion wayedtea Nunnery. W! Ophes yy Lord, Ham, \ecthe doores be hut epon him; th ‘sowne houles iter Hamlet aud too or eves of the Players afl hha Fellow whiptf rontiefle Har. Bet atin made me mad, Thoferhat thing fo ouer. | Thawe feen: 'sfomething in his f inthe eare find finde hin nor, | vio, thou arteene as uftaman fation coap'd withall ares Omy deere Lord, | _ Ham. Nay;do nor thinke T | Bor what aduancement may I hope fiom th } That no Reuennew haft, but thy\To feed & cloath thee. Why fhold the poor be f, INo,let the Candied tongue, like abfurd pompe, ‘And crooke the pregnant Hindges ofthe kiiee, ‘Where thrife may follow faining > Doft thou heare, Since my deere Soule was Miftcis of my choy'e, ‘And could of men diftingui(h, her election Hath feal’d th er telfe, thou haftbene ‘As one in ffering all, hac offers nothing. s buffecs,and Rewards Hach ‘ane with equall Thankes, And ble(tare thofe, Whole Bloostand iudgemene are o well co-nnngted, Thatthey arenoea Pipe for Foreunes finger, To found what fop fhe pleale.. Giue me thse man, That is not Paffions Slaue, and | will weate him Iamy heatts.Core: I,in my Heart of heare, AsI dothee. Something too much of this. Thereis a Play to night beforethe King, One Scoene of ic comes neereshe Circumftance Which {haue told thee,of my Fathers death, I prythee, when thou fee'ft chat A te a-foor, Buen wise yerie Carian of my Soule Obferuemine Vokle: Ifhis occulted guile, Donotit felfe vnkennell inone ipeech, Ieisa damned Ghof that we haue feene : ‘And my Imaginations are as foule As Vulcans Scythe. Gine him needfull note, ForI mine eyes will riuct to his Pace : And after we willboth our judgements ioyne, To cenfure of his feeming. » Hora, Well my Lord. Ifhe flealeoughe the whil'R this Play is Playing, "And feape detecting, I will pay the Theft. Enter King, Queene, Polenins, Ophelia, Rofincrance, Guildenfterne,andorker Lords attendant sit bis Guardcarrying Torches. Danilo Diarcb. Scud a Flom ile Ham, They ate comming tothe Play +Tmuftbeidle. Get you place. King, Haw fates our Cofin Hamlet? Ham, Excellent Iaith, of the Camelions dith :Teate the Ayre promife-cramm'd, you cannot feed Caponsfo, King. Thaue nothing with this anfwer Hamlet, thele Ham. No,nor mine. Now my Lord,you plaid once Pel Voierticy,you fay ? e Polon.That I did my Lerd,and was accounted a good Agtor. Hom. And what did you ena? Pol, I did enaét ulin (far, was kill'd eh'Capitel : Brat kill’dine, Haw. It wasa bruite part ofhies, to kill fo Capitall a Calfethere. Be the Players ready? Rofin, Umny Lord, they ftay vpon your patience, ‘Come hither my good Hamlet,Gt by me, No good Mothershere’s Mectle more aradtiue, Oh ho,do you marke char? + Ladie,fhall Llyein your Lap ? Opie. Nowy Lord. Ham. Lencane,toy Head ypon your Lap? Ophe. Umy Lord. Ham, Do you thinke 1 meant Country matters? Opbe. Tthinke norhing. my Lord, Ham, That's afaire thought co ly between Maids lege Opie. Whatis my Lord? Lhe Tragedie of Hamlet. ii acterd? iam. Nothing. Opbe, You are mertie,my Lord? Ham. Whol? Ophe, Imy Lord Ham. Oh God, your onely ligge aman do, bur be mers smaker:what (Houta Forlooke you how chectefil | ly my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed withi's to Hoares, Ophe. Nay,"tistwicetivo moneths,my Lord. Ham. So long?Noy then lec the Diuel weare blacke, for ilehaue neths ago, and not for afuite of Sables. Oh Hea e2Th 3 ay outlive hislife halfe’ yeste : ibur byelady he mu builde Churches hes of ele fhall efi not thinking Haby*hottfe, wliole saplis, For 0, Foro, the Fol play. The dimibefoew eters. een, Gery loningly the “Onetne enibias chewed i thereof Protéftation onto : od epi ber werk pot Bake of Fleer, Sb feeing ink estan, Ano comes in & Fellow, tes of ae x it,and pores porfon inthe Kingsearés, dud Sueene reve King dead” dd B fame Ime ar ug Solament with ber, 47: The Poyforey Weees the Queene with Gifts, fhe feemes leath and'vn bus inthe end accepts bs lone, | three tutes comes anne, een The dead body te carrie Opbe. What meanes this, my Lord? Ham, Marry this is Mighing CAlalichr, thae mates Mifcheefe, Ophe. Belike this thew imports the Argument of the Play? Hare, Weihall know by thefe Fellowes: the Players canner keepe conntell, they’ tell all Ophe, Willthey tell vs whac chi fhews meant? Ham. 1ot any thew that you'l thew itn. Bee vot yousthan’d co thew ice not fhame to tell you what Opbe, Youare naught; you are naught, Te marke the’ Phy. Erter Prologue, For, and for on Tr ‘Heere coping tyoier Webig ge roar bearing Patient Ham, Isthisa Prologue,cr the Poefie of Rin} Opte. ‘Tisbriefemy Lord. Ham. ks Womaus loue, i Be Emer King andhis Queene, II chirtic times hath Phebus Cart gon round | es falt Wah, and Teflas Orbed ground: HI lozen Moones with borrowed flicene, About the World haite times twelue thirties bene, Since loue our hearts, ond Hymen did our hands Voice comtcualljin moft facred Bands. ap » So many ioaenies may tho Suaneand Moone Make vsagaine count o're,erc loue be done, | Bocwoeisme, you sreto ficke of late, | So farrefromcheere,end from your forme fatey iftruft you! yerthough Idiftrurt, Discomfort you (my Lord) itnothing mu: | Fer womens Feareand Love holds quantiie, InKing. Faith I muft leaue the or aye,nor tis ot fran; tld with ou Fortunes ch seyand horely too : iune,or elfe Fortune Loue. uourites fies, ‘rgument, isthereno OF tntieft,poyfoninieh, noOf Lhe Tragedicof Hanilet. | “fencei'th'world. | Your Maiefi of Fo | Th {a | au Come fome Muficke, This Pl zago is the Dokesnon Thisis one Z { | loue oF c | and now rei For if the King likenot King. What do you call he Play? Ham. The Movfe-trop : Marty how? Tropically : y isthe Image ofa murder donein Vienna: G nna: Goo sprit: youtball fee ofworke® Buewhac thts e thathaue free foutes, ie touches not: lerthe gall diade 2 knawidh p ns 'tisa knavith p are vor Opke. You area good Chotus,my Lord, Ham, \ could interpret beeweene could efeeirigs «Weeds colle@ted, afted, thrice infected, lire propertie, vlurpe immediztely, - posfim in bis eaves He poyfonshim 'tlyGarden for's'eftare: His the Story is extane and wie in choyce . You thal (eeanon how the Murtherer gets the ‘wif bs Ope. 1 Hem. Exent | me mutt fleepes of Beathers,ifthe ret of Players fi Ho Han thou dof Boe retie vie Paiocke. Hora. You mighthaue Ham. On good Horatin tte houfand pound, Didi percei Hera. Vesieweli my Loca. Ham. Vpontivet Hora, Udid veciew Enter Rofincrancea Hara Oh,hiat C ome Mufick,Come Record yhy then belike he likes ie Guild Good my Lord, youchfafe mea word with you Ham,‘Ham. Sir,a whole Hiftory. Guild, The King, fi Ham. \Ge,bat ofbimn ? Guild, Isinbis texyrement, maruellous diftemper'd, Ham, Wish drinke Sie ? Guild, No ray Lord,rathee with choller. Ham. Yous wiledome fhould thew ic felfe more cher, to fignilie this to his Doétor: for for me ro pic itn tohis Purgacion, would pechaps plundg. more Choller. Guild. Good my Lord put yo feame,and rt not fo widely from my Ham. Vara tame Sipe0n0 Guild. The Queene Bionofipivie hate En Ham. You are yglcom Guild, Nay, 2 Bey toca, the right breed. [rit thal p fome antwer, 1 will doe your Mathers com ifnot, your pardon, and my returne fhall bee the end of my Batineffe, Ham. Sit, cannot. Grild, Wisac,cvy Lord? Ham, Makey: eas. Burfi, uch a mand : or rathee you fa bur corchie mats Réfin, Then Ham. Oh son Mother. Buis thers admitatio Refs, She delices to { exe you yo to bed. Ham. We fhall obey, we Haue you any further Trade Rafin, My Lord,youanced Blam. So 1do fill, by th Fofix. Good my Lord, wh pet? You do freely b: other you fay. he fayes t your behauior hath ftroke \d admiration. fall Sonne, thatean fo aftonith a reno fequell at the heeles of this Mo~ Coffer, e wich you inh fhe tentimes our Mothers hivs? ersand ftealers. is your caufe of diftern re the doore of your owne Libier= tie, Ifyou deny your greefes to your Friend. ‘Ham. Sic Micke Kdvancesncat. Rofin, How can thatbe, hen you haue the voyce of nfelfe, for your Sueceffion in Denmatkit? 2 T,bat while the gralle growes, the Provierbe is fomething mi one witha k 7 cet me fee,co withdraw with you,w lO theRecordes Jd0 you go abou mould drine meintoa toyle? Guild, O Dutie be too bold,my lone ‘ecouet the winde of ad that. Will youplay lvpon ehis Pipe? Guild, My Lord eam Ham, Guild. ime eannot ich of it,my Lord, as lying : gouci Ham,” with yo. mouth, a Looke you, the wild, Bucthele cannot I comman jofhermony, I have not the skill, ‘Ham, Why looks youn hele Ventig: is breath with your to any vitersnce ow vaworthy athing The Tragedie of. ‘Hamlet, | \ Aud detach b | Mos hol ‘you make of me : you fecme to know m ‘of my Myferie ; you wonid found mee from my lo Note,te the top of ficke, excellent Voi makeit, Why th Dleffe you Sir. Pelee. My Lordsthe Queene would fpeak with you, and prefencly. Hans, De ikea Camel Polop, By’ Polen, Icis Ham, Oviikea ou would play vpon mees yo flops: you would pluck our my Compaffe: and there is mu ice, in this little Organe, yee do you thinke, that { am eafie on, then s Pipe? Cail me what Inftroment you will, gh you can fet me, you cannot play ypon me, God Enter Polenins, fee thar Cl wdchat’salmont Miffe, and it’s like aCamell indeed, Hanis, Methinkes itis likea W ck’d cea Weazells Whale? Polen, V erie like a Whales _ Ham, Wen will T come to my Mi "Tis rrowthe verie When Charchyacds yawne,end Felli Contagion tothis Veoukd g) fay fo. by, iseafily faid. Le he top of my 6 by, elfe bre I drink he 1d, Now cou asthe day noke on. Soft now,to my M ‘Ob Heart, oofe not thy Nature set nor ever The Soule of Nero, en ‘ongue and S Howio ds this firme bofome ¢ jot vanacurlly sbut vfenone: oule in this be Hypocrites. fomeuer the be then, To giue them Seales, never my Soule content, Liter King, jin not, nor King, Vi nmifion wll forthwith difpateh, Aodheco England hall slong Referee end Grider. sds afe with vs Therefore prepare ith you: Thetermes of our eftate, may notendure Hazard fo dangerous 23 doth hourely grow Out of his Lunacies Guild, Weill aut felues provide: Tokeepe thofe mai Thaeliveand The Tokeepe ic felfe any, 'sneereit, wit he Somnet To whofe huge Spoakes, en thoufand lelfer things Aadioya’d : which whenic filles, Acemortia’ Each (mall Attends the by | | Did the King fg King. ‘Arme you, pray youto this Speedie Voyage : For we will Fetcers and Religious feare ‘om noyance yftrous Ruine. bound Armour of the mindey but ratich more, lepends and res the ceafe of Maieltie aGulfedoth draw i, Itisamalfie whcele ofthehighet Moune, nt, pettie confequence euer alone , bue with a generall grones put yponchis feare, PP. he heart | a at cl Mu. cannot tobi in hope bsout tblood, Which }The Tragedie je of. ‘Hamlet. Pol. My Lotd,he's go s Mothers Clofier To heare che Proce tax himhome, | ne primal eldeft cule vpon't, A Brothers marches, Pasi cant not ifthiscurfed hand with Brothers blood, forecftalled crew dhand may thoe by Tuice, would befeann'd, Sallery,not Reuenge. + Crimexbroad blowne,asfreth as May, ds ho knowes,faue Heauen: and courfeofthought ‘on'd for his paffage? b sta more horrid h | When heis dcunke afleepe: orinhis Rage, Q Winceftuos pla of bed, ke at Heauén, ud blacke This Phyficke but prolongs thy fickly dayes. King. My words fye vp,my th Words withour thoughes, neuer F ight remai Enter Pol. Hewill come tr Looke youlay home cohim, Tell hie And that your Grace hath fereendjapdttoode berweens Muchheate,andhim. Ilefilence mee'eneheere Pray youberound w Hamawithin. other, mother, Owl t you, feare menor. | Withdraw, Iheare im comming, E Ham. Novi Moi Qu, Hamlet, thou baft thy Father mach offended. Ham. Mother,you haue my Father much offended. G1, Come,coine, you anfiwer with an idle tongue. Ham. Go,go,you qui ‘an idletongac. hownow hats the matternow ? Haue youforgor me ‘Ham. Noby the Rood, not fo Yourethe Queene, your Husbands Brothers wi |B y ‘You are my Mother. ay,thea lefetthofezo you that can fpeake. Hams, Come,come,and ficyou downe,you fhail not ll Hetyou vp glaffe, Where you may fee theinmoft pare ofyou? Whar wile chou do? chou wile bor murther me? «hoa,helpeshelpe,helpe, How now,a Rac? dead for a Du Pil Ob ae. Quy. Ohme,what haft thou done? Haw. Nay I know not, isivthe King? Qu, Oh what axath,and bloody decd is this? Ham. Abloody deed,almottas bad good Mother, Askilla King, and marcie with his Brother. Qu, AskillaKing? Ham. 1 Lady yewas my word, ‘Thou wretched, rath, intruding foole farewell, Itooke thee forthy Betters, ake thy Fortune, Thoufind'?t to be too bufie,s fome danger. Leatte wrin ging of yourhands, peace, ft youdowne, And let me wring your heart, for fo fhall If ic be made of penecrable Ruffe; If damned Cuftome hane not braz’d it fo, That ics proofeand bulwarke againf Seat. Qo. What have I done, tharthou dar'R wag thy tong, Innoife fo rudeagain me? Hans, Such an A& That blurres che grace and blufh of Modeftie, Cals Vertue Hypocrite, takes offthe Role From the faire forehead of an innocent loue, ‘And makes ablifter there. Makes marsiage vowes As falfeas Dicers Oathes. Oh facha deeds re dead, Killes Polon ins.As from the body of Contead The very foule,andfweeteR Axapfidicot wi nsiace doth glow, nis folidity pound aa With criffull vitage as againt the do Is chought-ticke atthe ack yemes Index. gion makes | hata hac soares fo loved, ge thun- | Looke heere epon this Pi onthis, | prefen ace was feaced on his 8 nent of two Brat Blafting his w Could youe: And batcen o) You cannot calli L s Moore! Ha? Haue you eyes? Thehey-day inthe bloods eave, i'shunbl And waites ypon ‘what Tsdgement Would Rep from ehis, divell wast, That thus hath cout OShame! Ifthou cantt mu: When che compuldue Ardure Sinee Profi fei, O Raw! Thou cum'tt fpeakeno more, cyesinto my very foale, And there [fee fichblackeand grained (pots, Aswill not leau Har. Nay , butt Tn theranke tweat ofan entear: Stew'd in Corruption hoayin, Ouer the nally Scye, Qe. Oh fpeake tome,no Theie words likeDay No more fweet Ha Ham. K Motdercr,and a Villaine: A Slave, that istor ewentieth pate the tyche Ofyourprecedent Lord. A vice of kings, atpurfe of the Empire and the Rule. Thatfroma fhelfe,the precious Diadem ole, And put ic io his Pocker, and making love er inmineeares, Ener Chef. of fhreds 3. would ye Thatlaps'cin ion, lets go by | ‘Thimportant aéting of your dread connmand? Oh fay, Gla. Donor forgerethis Viftation | | Isburco whet thy alnion blunted purpofe, Butlooke, Amazement on thy Mother fits ftep becweene her, and her fighting Soule, | Conceic in weakelt bodies, Rrongeft workes. Speake to her Hamer. ‘Ham. Howisit with you Lady? Qu. Alas,hov is’e wich you? That youbend youreye on vacsucie, And with their corporall ayre do hold difcourfe. Forthat your eyes, your fpirite wildely pecpe, And astiefleeping Soldiours sn th’Alarmiey Your bedded haut, like hfe ia exerementss State vp, and fland an end. Oh gensle Sciine, Vpe ce and flame of thy d Sprinkle coole patience. Whereon do you locke? Hart. Oaim,on bim look youbow paletie glares, His forme end caufe conioyn’é, preaching to fionts, Would makethem cap teeres petchanes forbloods Qu, To who do you ipeake this? Hara. Do you fee nothing there? Qu. Nothing acall, yer alithatis {fees Hara. Not did youveth Qu, No,not our Ieues | Ham.Why look you there: looke how ie Reals away: My Batheri his habe, ashe lined, Looke where he goes eten now out 1, This isthe very coy fe Creat My Pol as yours doth rempérately keepevime, And makes as healchfall Moficke, ie ishot madneffe That I haue vicered ; dying meto the Tet And [ thematter will re-word . Would gamboll from. Mother, for Lay nota flattering Vnétion to your feule, ‘That not your trefpafie, but my madnefle ipeakes: Aewill bat ski and firme the Vicerous p) Whilit ranke Cortuption mining all w Infeéts vote: Repent what's p And do not fpr To make th For inthe fa ie Vertucicfelfe, of Vice mutt pardon begee, Yea courb,and woe, forleaue to dohiu, good, Res, Oh Hamer, Thiou batt clefe my heare ine: Hasa, Ocshrow away the worfer patt of ity Andliuethe purer wish the ether balte Goodinghe, but go nor to mine Vokles bed, AlfameaVereue, if you haue itnor, refigine to night; ‘Aiud chat hall lend kinde of edfinelfe Tothenextabftinence. Once more goodnight, 1d what is co cot you. Fe me Lord, nt but heauen hath pleas’ it fo, To punith me with this, and this with mes ‘That Tmutt be theit Scourge and Minifter Twill beftow him, and will anfwerwell onely to bekinde ; and worfe re0 chinde. Ido? | Ham. Not this by no meanes chat T bid you do: Ler the blunt King tempeyon agzine co bed, Pinch Wanconon your cheeke, call youbis Mou And let him fora paire of reechie kiffes; Pp 2272 (Or padling in your necke with his dama’d Fingers, Make you co ravell allthis matter out, That [ effentially amnot inmadneffe, Bat madein craft. "Twere good you let him know, For who that’s buts Queene, faire, fober, wile, Would from aPaddocke, froma Bat, Gibbe, Such deere conecrningshide, Who would do fo, No in defpight of Senie and Secrecie, Vapegge the Basket onthe houles top : Lecthe Birds flye, and like the famous Ape To try Conclutions in the Basket, ereepe And breake your ownerecke downe. 24. Be thou aflur'd, if words be made of breath, And Breath offife : Lhaueno life co breath What thou haf faide tome. Ham. Louuttto England, you know that ? ‘Qu.’ Alacke Ihad forgot: Tis fo concluded on. Ham, ‘This nian fhall fee me packing + Melugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome, Mother goodnight, Indeede this Connfellor Isnowmoft Gill, moft fecret, and moft graue, ‘Who was in life, a foolith prating Knaue, Come fir, co draw toward an end with you Good night Mocher, Exit Hamlet tugging in Polmins. Enter King. King. ‘There's matters in thefe ighes. Thefe profound heaues You mutt rranflate 5 Tis fi we vnder(tand them. Whereis your Sonne? Qu, Any good Lord, what haue I feeneto night? Kieg. What Gertrude? How do's Hamlet? Qu. Mads the Seas,and winde,when both contend Whichis the Migheier_1n his lawlefle fic Behinde the Atras,hearing fomething lire, He winps his Rapier our, and cries Rat, aRar, And ia his brainith apprehention killes The vnfeene good old m: King. Onheauy deed: Tehad bin fo with vs had we beene there: His Liberty is full of threats to all, To you your felfe, to-vs, to euery one. ‘Alas,how fhall'thisbloody decde be anfwered? Te will be laide to vs, whofe prouidence Should haue kept fhore, reftrain’d,and out of haunt This mad yong man. But fomuch was our loue, We would and what was moft fit, Batlike the Owner of a foule difeafe, To keepe it from divulging, let’sicfeede Euen on thepith of life. Where is he gone ? Qu. To draw apart the body he hath kild, Ove whom his very madneffs like fome Oare Among a Minerall of Mettels bafe Shewes icfelfe pure. He weepes for whatis done. King. Ob Gertrude, come away 2 The Sino fooner fhallthe Mountaines touch, Bat we will hip him hence, end this vilde deed, We mut with all our Maiey and Skill Bot ie anceandexcule. _Ewter Rofid+ Guild. inyne you with fome further ayde: etm manele hath Pelowisa laine, And from his Mother Cloffets hath he drag'd him. Go re,and bring the hody pray youhattin chis. Exit Gent, Come Gerrrade,wee' call vp our wafett friends, The Tragedie of Hamlet. Tolet them know both what we meane to do, And what's vntimely done. Oh comeaway, My fouleis fall of difcord and difmay. Enter Hamlet, Ham, Safely Sowed. Gentlemen with. Hamlet,Lord Hamlet. Han, What noife? Who cals on Haanles? Obhcerethey come. Enter Rof-and Guildenfterme, Re, What haue you done my Lord with the dead body Ham, Compoonded it with dutt,whereto ‘tis Kinve. Refin. Tell ve where tis. that wemay take it thence, ‘And beate ie co the Chappell. Ham. Donor belecue it. Refin. Beleeue what? Ham. That | cankeepe your counfell, and not mine ‘owne, Belides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what re- plication fhould bemadeby the Sonne of aking, Rofin, Take you me fora Spundge, my Lord? Ham. Vir,shat fokes vp the Kings Countenance, his Rewards, his Authorities (but fuch Officers do the King| beftfervice inthe end. Hekeepes them likean Ape ia the comer of his jaw, firft mou h’d to be aft fwallowed, hes heneedes what you haue glean'd, itis but fqueee zing yousandSpundge you fhalibedy agsine. Refin. VwnderRand you not my Lord. Hane, Tam glad oft : a knauith fpeech fleepes ina foolitheare. Refin. My Lord, you mult tell vs where the body is, with vs tothe King. Hem. The body is with the King burthe King i not with thebody. TheKing,isathing Guild, & ching my Lord ? Har, Of nothing : bring me tohim, hide Foxind all after. “exc Exton, Enter King. King. Thaue fent to feeke him, and o find the bodie: How dangerous isi chac this man goes lo. ‘Yee mutt nor we pu 1g Law on him: Hee’s loued of the dilated multizude, Who like notin theieindgemert, bue heir eyes And where ‘ts fo, ch'Offenders feourgeis weigh'd Bat nerrerthe offence :to beareall ittooch,and cuen, This fodaine fending himaway, routt feeme Deliberate pavte, difeates deiperate growne, By defperate applia Ornot ar-Il. How now? What hath befilne ? Rofin, Where the dead body is beftow’d my Lord, We cannot get from him, King. But where is he? Rejn, Without my Lord,guarded to know your pleafare, Kg, Bring him beforevs, Rofin, Hoa, Gwildonferne? Bringin my Lord, earereleeued, Enier Refircrane. Enter Hamlet and Guildenfterne. King, Now Hamlet,whexe's Polonine? Ham. AeSupper. King. At Supper? Where? Ham Not where he eats,but where he is eaten, 2 cer-| taine conuacation of wormes are ’ne athim.Your worm is your onely Emperor for diet. We farall creatures ee to fat vs,and we fat our felfe for Magors. Your fat King, and yourleane Beggeris but variable feruice to dithes, but to one Table thar’s theend. | King. What doft thou meane by this? |The Tragedie of Hamlet. ajtie mliey yaltee amin a a Progreffe chrough the guts ofa Beggers King. Whereis P Hem, Inbeaven, fend thither to fee, Ifyour Me jefinde hicanor there, {eeke him i'th other place yo {Ete: burindeed,ifyou finde bimnotsbis mane. you vp the fairesinto the Lobby. hough nothing fare, Qu. "Twere good the were fps | For fhe may ftrew dan; is coniectures | Inill breeding minds. L Tomy ficke foule(as fnnes true Natu Each o Prologue, to fome grea So fll of Arteffeiealoatieis guile, Ie spill’sit ele, in fearing im dheee, Hoaon, He will Bay till ye come, K, Hanser this deed of thine for thine efpecialfafety vhich we do tender, 25 we deerely greeve ich thouhalt done, matt fend thee hence 1 Quickneffe. Therefore prepare thy elf, The Barke is readie, and Th’Afociatestendand eucry t For England, ‘Ham, For Bogland? King. 1 Hamle Hams, Good, he, Whereis che beautcous Maielty of Denmark, How now Opheliat Hox onld I your true lowe kom from another oved his Cockle ar and affand bis Sandal Doone, 3s fiweer Lady: whiac imports this Song? fou? Nay pea ove Lady ois dead and zone, d agrafe-grecse Turf, ar hus becles affore. ner King, King. So isit,if chon knew’? out purpo! Ham. UeeaCberube that fee's him: bur come, fi you marke, England., Farewell deere Mother. ite bis Sbrow d as the CAowitaine Snow, ° King. Thy louing Father Hamlet. Qu, Alaslookeheere my Lord, Hamlet. My Fatherand Motheris man and | Opbe, Larded ith vee flower ‘wifes man & wifeis one fle(h, and fo my mother.Come, Which berwept 0 she grance die for Eogland, Exit With true-lonefhowres, King. Follow him at feote, King. How doye,pretty Lady? Tempthim with fpeed aboord : Ople. Well,God ditd you. They fay the Owle was Delay icnot, Tle hauchim hence o night aBakers daughter, Lord, weeknow what we ere, but Away, for every thingis Seal'd and done know not what we That efe leanes on thr Afaire pr y be. God be at your Table, youmakehaft, Korg, Coneeit vpon her Father. ‘And England,ifmy loue thouholdit st ought, Opbe. Pray youler’s haueno words of th Asmy great power thereof may giue thee feafe, they aske you what ic meanes,fay you Since yer thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red Tomorrow is S Valentines day.al inthe oorning betime, After the Danith Sword, and thy free a And 1a Maid at your Windus t0Be your Palen ayeshomagetovs; thoumaift Then vp berefe.s don’ dis clothes, dupe the chansker dere, Our Soueraigne Proceff | Ze sad, that ont a Maid ener dep By Leveers conjuring tothareffee. Krug, Pretty Ophelia, ‘The prefent death of Ha >it England, Opbr.ndeed la? wichone an oath Tle make an end ont, For like the Heéticke in my blood her By gis ad by ‘And thou maft care me: Til ! ear How ere my happes, my Exit in wildeo'tifthey come toe, By Cocke they are too blame. Enter Fortinbras with an Armie. Lear fe befere yon teribled mie, For, Go Ceptaine, fromme greettheDanith Xing, | de 0 Wes ‘Tell him chat by his liecn¢e, Fertisbras | Tiba done by yonder Smane, Claimes the conueyance of 2 promis'd March | And shou bad? nat come tomy b | - How long hath the fe. Thopeall willbe well. We mult bed patient, weepe, cothinke they fhould | id :My brother thall knowe of it, | ryour good counfell, Come, my ies :Goodnight fiweet Lad JOuerhis Kingdoms, You' I thachisMaiefly would ou: We hhall expreffe our dutie in Andlechim know fo. Cap. Lwill doo't,my Lord Fer. Go fafely on. Exit, ow theRendeuows : his eyey i Enter Queene and Horatio, ig exit, | Tull not fpeske with her, z, Follow her elofe, is itoporumates indeed difira, her moode | et good watch I pray you wai | Ob chisis che poyfon of deepe greete, i fprings would (hateiens All Rombet Fed deaie OF Gavnade cobs Oa hofhier Father; faies he heares | When forrowes eoives,they come not fngle (pies, | There’strickesith' world, and hems,and beatsher heart, Firftjber Father line, | Spumes enuioufly a Scrawes, peakesthingsindoubs, ” | Nex: your Sonne gone, and hemoft violent Author | That carry but halfe fen! fpeech is nothing, |. wne intr people muddied, } | Yecthe vnfhaped v | The heaters o Colledtion 5 they ayme ti, | And botch the words vp fitto their owne choughts,i ‘Which as her winkes,end neds,and geftores yeeldthem, nwlnolfome in their thoughts,and whilpers eth sandwe hae donebut greealy ‘o.interre him, Poore Opbelia felfe,and her faire Tudgemene, pp3 Wichoree PiGtures,or meere Bealls, Laftyand as much containing as all thefe, Brotheris in fecret come fromm France, Keepes onhis wonder, keepes himfelfe in clouds, And wants not Buzzers to infedthis care peftileat Speeches of his Fathers death, € inneceflte of matter Begeard, flicke our perfons to Arraigne andeare. O my deere Gertrude, this, Liketo a murdering Peecein many places, Giues me fuperfluons death, ANoifewithin, Enter a Meffonger. Qw. Alacke,what noyfe is this? ‘King. Where aremy Switzers ? Letthem guard the doore. Whats the matter? Mef, Saueyour felfe, ay Lord. ‘The Ocean (ouer-peering of his Lift) Eates not the Flats wich more impittious hafte Then young Laertes,ina Rioroushead, ‘Orezbeares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord, And as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, Cuftome not known ‘The Ratifiers and props of euery word, They cy choofe we? Lanter thall be King, Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud itto the clouds, Laertes fall be King, Laertes King. 2x, How cheerefully on the falfe Traile they cry, Oh thisis Counter you falie Danith Dogges, Noifewithin, — Enter Lacrtes. King. The doores ate broke. Laer. Where is the King, firs ? Stand youall without. ‘Al. No, lev’s comet Laer. Tpray you giueme leauc. el. Weill, we will, Laer, Tthanke you: Keepe the doore. Ohthouvilde King, giueme my Father. ‘Qe Calmely good Laver, Lier. That érop of blood, that calmes Proclaimesme Battar. Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot Euea here betweese the chafte vo{mirched brow (Of my true Mother King, Whatisthe caute Lacrtes, That thy Rebellion lookes fo Gyant-like? Let him go Gerirade : Donot feare our perfons ‘There's fuch Dininity doth hedge a King, That Treafon can but peepe to what it would, As little of his will. Tell me Laertes, Why thou art chus ? Lechim go Gertrude, Speake man, + Where's my Father ? King, Lethim Tohell Alleges Conte; dead ?Tenot be Tuggetd with, ewes,to the blackelt divell. ace, to the profoundent Pit, 1 dare Damnation : to this poine I and, That both the worlds giue to negligence, what comes je be reueng'd ly for my Father, Shall Ray you? Zeer. My Will, nocallthe world, And for my meanes,tle husband them fo well, They thall go farce with litle, The Tragedie of Hamlet. King., Good Laces: Ifyou defice to know the certaimie Of your deere Fathers death, if writin your revenge, | That Soop-ftake you will draw both Friend and Foe, Winner and Looler, Laer. None but his Enemies. King. Will you know them then, La, Tohis good Friends, thus wide Ile ope'my Armes; And like che kinde Life-rend'ting Politician, Repatthem wich my blood, King. Why now you fpeake Like good Childe, and a true Gentleman. ‘That Lam guiltleffe of your Fathers death,) And am mof fenfiblein greefe fort, Iefhall as leuell co your Judgementpierce ‘As day do's to your eye. A moifewithin, Let ber comein, Enter Ophelia, Laer. How now? what noifeisthat? Ohleate drie vp my Braines, veares feuen times fale, Burne outthe Sence and Vertue of mineeye, By Heaven, thy madneffe fhall be payed by waight, Tillour Scalecumes the beame, Oh Role of May, Deere Maid, kinde Sifter, feet Ophelia: ‘Oh Heauens, is’ poffible,a yong Maids wits, Shouldbeasmorcall as an old mans life? Nature is ine in Loue,and where's ine, Ie fends fome precious inftance of i felle Afterchething it loues. Ophe. They bore hin Bare fac'donthe Beer, Hey non nony sony Joey nony © Andon his graneraines many atearey Fareyonmell my Done, Laer. Had’ thou thy wits, and did't perfwade Re- uwenge,it could nor moue thus. Ophe, You mut fing downe a-downe, and you call, jowne-a. Oh, how the wheelebecomes ic? Icis Steward that Rolehis mafters daughter, Laer. Thisnothings more then matter. Opbe. There's Rofemary, thae’s for Remembraunce, Pray loveremember:andithereis Paconcies, that’s for Th documencinmadneffe, thoughts & remem branceficed, Opbe.There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther’s Rew for yoo, and here's fome forme, Wee may call it Herbe-Grace aSundaies:Ohyou mult weare your Reve wich a difference. There's aDayfie, I would giue you forme Violets, but they wicher'd all when myt Father dy- ed : They fay, he madea good end Eor bonny incct Robin call my ioy, Laer. Thought, and AffliGtion, Paffion, Hell it flfe: She turnesto Favottr, and to prettineffe. Ophe, And willbe wat came againey And willhenet come agaive : No,no,be is dead, gotothy Death-bed, Heneuer mlcemeagaine, Fis Beard as white ae Snow, All Plaxen eas bis Pele: Hes gone,be is gone andwve caf aay wont Gramercy on bis Soule, ‘Andofall Chriftian Soules, I pray God, Godbbuy ye. Laer, Doyou feethis,you Gods? King, Laertets] mutt coumon with your greefe, Oryou deny me right: go but pare, Exewt Ophelia Moke|