Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
¶You doe remember all the Circumstance.
¶Hor. Remember it my Lord?
¶Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kinde of fighting,
¶That would not let me sleepe; me thought I lay
¶When our deare plots do paule, and that should teach vs,
¶There's a Diuinity that shapes our ends,
3510Rough-hew them how we will.
¶Ham. Vp from my Cabin
¶Grop'd I to finde out them; had my desire,
3515Finger'd their Packet, and in fine, withdrew
¶To mine owne roome againe, making so bold,
¶(My feares forgetting manners) to vnseale
¶Oh royall knauery: An exact command,
¶Importing Denmarks health, and Englands too,
¶With hoo, such Bugges and Goblins in my life,
¶No not to stay the grinding of the Axe,
¶But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed?
3530Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines,
¶Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines,
¶They had begun the Play. I sate me downe,
¶I once did hold it as our Statists doe,
¶How to forget that learning: but Sir now,
¶It did me Yeomans seruice: wilt thou know
¶The effects of what I wrote?
¶Hor. I, good my Lord.
¶As England was his faithfull Tributary,
¶And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities,
¶That on the view and know of these Contents,
¶Not shriuing time allowed.
¶Ham. Why, euen in that was Heauen ordinate;
¶I had my fathers Signet in my Purse,
¶Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale:
¶Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other,
¶The changeling neuer knowne: Now, the next day
¶Was our Sea Fight, and what to this was sement,
¶Thou know'st already.
3560Ham. Why man, they did make loue to this imployment
¶They are not neere my Conscience; their debate
¶Doth by their owne insinuation grow:
¶'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes
3565Of mighty opposites.
¶Hor. Why, what a King is this?
¶He that bath kil'd my King, and whor'd my Mother,
¶Popt in betweene th'election and my hopes,
3570Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,
¶To quit him with this arme? And is't not to be damn'd
¶To let this Canker of our nature come
¶In further euill.
¶The interim's mine, and a mans life's no more
3580That to Laertes I forgot my selfe;
¶The Portraiture of his; Ile count his fauours:
¶But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me
3585Hor. Peace, who comes heere?
¶
Enter young Osricke.
¶Hor. No my good Lord.
¶know him: he hath much Land, and fertile; let a Beast
¶your Bonet to his right vse, 'tis for the head.
3600Ham. No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde is
¶Northerly.
¶Osr. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed.
¶Complexion.
¶nifie to you, that he ha's laid a great wager on your head:
¶Sir, this is the matter.
¶Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at
¶his weapon.
¶Ham. What's his weapon?
¶Osr. Rapier and dagger.
3615Ham. That's two of his weapons; but well.
¶Hangers or so: three of the Carriages infaith are very
¶carriages, and of very liberall conceit.
¶Ham. What call you the Carriages?
¶Osr. The Carriages Sir, are the hangers.
3625matter: If we could carry Cannon by our sides; I would
¶it might be Hangers till then; but on sixe Barbary Hor-
¶liberall conceited Carriages, that's the French but a-
¶tweene you and him, hee shall not exceed you three hits;
¶He hath one twelue for mine, and that would come to
¶Answere.
¶in tryall.
¶his Maiestie, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
3640the Foyles bee brought, the Gentleman willing, and the
¶King hold his purpose; I will win for him if I can: if
¶not, Ile gaine nothing but my shame, and the odde hits.
3645ture will.
¶Ham. Yours, yours; hee does well to commend it
3650head.
¶Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee
¶the time, and outward habite of encounter, a kinde of
3655yesty collection, which carries them through & through
¶the most fond and winnowed opinions; and doe but blow
¶them to their tryalls: the Bubbles are out.
3660I haue beene in continuall practice; I shall winne at the
¶oddes: but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere a-
¶bout my heart: but it is no matter.
¶Hor. Nay, good my Lord.
3665gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman.
¶Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not
3670to come: if it bee not to come, it will bee now: if it
¶man ha's ought of what he leaues. What is't to leaue be-
¶times?
¶
Enter King, Queene, Laertes and Lords, with other Atten-
¶Kin. Come Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
¶Ham. Giue me your pardon Sir, I'ue done you wrong,
¶But pardon't as you are a Gentleman.
3680This presence knowes,
¶That might your nature honour, and exception
3685Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Neuer Hamlet.
¶If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away:
¶And when he's not himselfe, do's wrong Laertes,
¶Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it:
3690Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd,
¶Sir, in this Audience,
¶Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill,
¶And hurt my Mother.
¶To my Reuenge. But in my termes of Honor
3700I stand aloofe, and will no reconcilement,
¶I haue a voyce, and president of peace
¶To keepe my name vngorg'd. But till that time,
¶I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue,
3705And wil not wrong it.
¶Ham. I do embrace it freely,
¶And will this Brothers wager frankely play.
¶Giue vs the Foyles: Come on.
¶Laer. Come one for me.
3710Ham. Ile be your foile Laertes, in mine ignorance,
¶Sticke fiery off indeede.
¶Laer. You mocke me Sir.
¶Ham. No by this hand.
¶Cousen Hamlet, you know the wager.
¶Ham. Verie well my Lord,
¶Your Grace hath laide the oddes a'th'weaker side.
¶King. I do not feare it,
3720I haue seene you both:
¶But since he is better'd, we haue therefore oddes.
¶Laer. This is too heauy,
¶Let me see another.
¶Ham. This likes me well,
3725These Foyles haue all a length.
Prepare to play._
¶Osricke. I my good Lord.
¶King. Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table:
¶Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
3730Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire,
¶The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath,
¶And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw
¶In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne.
3735Giue me the Cups,
¶And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake,
¶The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without,
¶The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth,
¶Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,
3740And you the Iudges beare a wary eye.
¶Ham. One.
¶Laer. No.
3745Ham. Iudgement.
¶Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
¶Laer. Well: againe.
¶King. Stay, giue me drinke.
¶Hamlet, this Pearle is thine,
3750Here's to thy health. Giue him the cup,
¶
Trumpets sound, and shot goes off._
¶Come: Another hit; what say you?
¶Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes,
¶The Queene Carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
¶Ham. Good Madam.
3760King. Gertrude, do not drinke.
¶Qu. I will my Lord;
¶I pray you pardon me.
¶Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam,
3765By and by.
¶Qu. Come, let me wipe thy face.
¶Laer. My Lord, Ile hit him now.
¶King. I do not thinke't.
3770Ham. Come for the third.
¶Laertes, you but dally,
¶I am affear'd you make a wanton of me.
3775Osr. Nothing neither way.
¶Laer. Haue at you now.
¶
In scuffling they change Rapiers.
¶King. Part them, they are incens'd.
¶Ham. Nay come, againe.
3780Osr. Looke to the Queene there hoa.
¶Osr. How is't Laertes?
¶Laer. Why as a Woodcocke
¶To mine Sprindge, Osricke,
3785I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie.
¶Ham. How does the Queene?
¶Qu. No, no, the drinke, the drinke.
¶Oh my deere Hamlet, the drinke, the drinke,
3790I am poyson'd.
¶Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the doore be lock'd.
¶Treacherie, seeke it out.
¶Laer. It is heere Hamlet.
¶Hamlet, thou art slaine,
3795No Medicine in the world can do thee good.
¶In thee, there is not halfe an houre of life;
¶The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand,
¶Vnbated and envenom'd: the foule practise
¶Hath turn'd it selfe on me. Loe, heere I lye,
¶I can no more, the King, the King's too blame.
¶Ham. The point envenom'd too,
¶Then venome to thy worke.
¶
Hurts the King._
¶King. O yet defend me Friends, I am but hurt.
¶Damned Dane,
¶Drinke off this Potion: Is thy Vnion heere?
3810Follow my Mother.
King Dyes.
¶Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee,
3815Nor thine on me.
Dyes.
¶Ham. Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee.
¶I am dead Horatio, wretched Queene adiew,
¶You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance,
¶That are but Mutes or audience to this acte:
3820Had I but time (as this fell Sergeant death
¶But let it be: Horatio, I am dead,
3825Hor. Neuer beleeue it.
¶I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane:
¶Heere's yet some Liquor left.
¶Ham. As th'art a man, giue me the Cup.
¶Let go, by Heauen Ile haue't.
3830Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name,
¶If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart,
¶Absent thee from felicitie awhile,
¶And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine,
3835To tell my Storie.
¶
March afarre off, and shout within.
¶What warlike noyse is this?
¶
Enter Osricke.
¶Ham. O I dye Horatio:
¶I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England,
¶But I do prophesie th'election lights
3845On Fortinbras, he ha's my dying voyce,
Dyes
¶Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart:
¶Goodnight sweet Prince,
¶Why do's the Drumme come hither?
¶
Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drumme,
¶Colours, and Attendants.
¶For. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death,
¶What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell.
¶And our affaires from England come too late,
¶To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd,
¶Where should we haue our thankes?
¶Hor. Not from his mouth,
¶Had it th'abilitie of life to thanke you:
¶He neuer gaue command'ment for their death.
¶You from the Polake warres, and you from England
¶Are heere arriued. Giue order that these bodies
¶High on a stage be placed to the view,
¶And let me speake to th'yet vnknowing world,
¶Of carnall, bloudie, and vnnaturall acts,
¶Of death's put on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
3880Falne on the Inuentors heads. All this can I
¶Truly deliuer.
¶And call the Noblest to the Audience.
¶For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune,
3885I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome,
¶Which are ro claime, my vantage doth
¶Inuite me,
¶And from his mouth
3890Whose voyce will draw on more:
¶Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde,
¶On plots, and errors happen.
3895For. Let foure Captaines
¶Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage,
¶For he was likely, had he beene put on
¶To haue prou'd most royally:
3900The Souldiours Musicke, and the rites of Warre
¶Speake lowdly for him.
¶Take vp the body; Such a sight as this
¶Becomes the Field, but heere shewes much amis.
¶Go, bid the Souldiers shoote.
3905
Exeunt Marching: after the which, a Peale of
¶
Ordenance are shot off.
