Hamlet (Modern, based on the First Folio)
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Enter Barnardo and Francisco, two sentinels.
¶Barnardo Who's there?
¶Barnardo Long live the King!
¶Francisco Barnardo?
¶Barnardo He.
10Francisco You come most carefully upon your hour.
¶Barnardo 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco,
¶Francisco For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,
¶And I am sick at heart.
¶Barnardo Have you had quiet guard?
15Francisco Not a mouse stirring.
¶Barnardo Well, good night.If you do meet Horatio and
¶Marcellus, the rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
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Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
¶Francisco I think I hear them.--Stand! Who's there?
20Horatio Friends to this ground.
¶Marcellus And liegemen to the Dane.
¶Francisco Give you good night.
¶Marcellus Oh, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
¶Francisco Barnardo has my place. Give you good night.
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Exit Francisco.
¶Marcellus Holla, Barnardo!
¶Barnardo Say, what, is Horatio there?
¶Horatio A piece of him.
¶Barnardo Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.
30Horatio What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
¶Barnardo I have seen nothing.
¶Marcellus Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
¶And will not let belief take hold of him,
¶Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us.
35Therefore I have entreated him along
¶With us, to watch the minutes of this night,
¶That if again this apparition come
¶He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
¶Horatio Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
40Barnardo Sit down awhile,
¶And let us once again assail your ears,
¶That are so fortified against our story,
¶What we have two nights seen.
¶Horatio Well, sit we down,
45And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
¶Barnardo Last night of all,
¶When yond same star that's westward from the pole
¶Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven
¶Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
50The bell then beating one--
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Enter the Ghost.
Marcellus Peace, break thee off!
¶Look where it comes again!
¶Barnardo In the same figure like the King that's dead.
¶Marcellus Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.
55Barnardo Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.
¶Horatio Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
¶Barnardo It would be spoke to.
¶Marcellus Question it, Horatio.
¶Horatio What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
60Together with that fair and warlike form
¶In which the majesty of buried Denmark
¶Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee speak!
¶Marcellus It is offended.
¶Barnardo See, it stalks away.
65Horatio Stay, speak, speak, I charge thee, speak!
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Exit the Ghost.
¶Marcellus 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
¶Barnardo How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.
¶Is not this something more then fantasy?
70What think you on't?
¶Horatio Before my God, I might not this believe
¶Without the sensible and true avouch
¶Of mine own eyes.
¶Marcellus Is it not like the King?
75Horatio As thou art to thyself.
¶Such was the very armor he had on
¶When he the ambitious Norway combated.
¶So frowned he once, when in an angry parle
¶He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
80'Tis strange.
¶Marcellus Thus twice before, and just at this dead hour,
¶With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
¶Horatio In what particular thought to work I know not,
¶But in the gross and scope of mine opinion
85This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
¶Marcellus Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
¶Why this same strict and most observant watch
¶So nightly toils the subject of the land,
¶And with such daily cost of brazen cannon
90And foreign mart for implements of war;
¶Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
¶Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
¶What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
¶Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day?
95Who is't that can inform me?
¶Horatio That can I.
¶At least the whisper goes so: our last King,
¶Whose image even but now appeared to us,
¶Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
100Thereto pricked on by a most emulate pride,
¶Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
¶(For so this side of our known world esteemed him)
¶Did slay this Fortinbras, who by a sealed compact
¶Well ratified by law and heraldry
105Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
¶Which he stood seized on, to the conqueror;
¶Against the which a moiety competent
¶Was gagèd by our King, which had returned
¶To the inheritance of Fortinbras
110Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant
¶And carriage of the article design
¶His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
¶Of unimprovèd mettle, hot and full,
¶Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
115Sharked up a list of lawless resolutes
¶For food and diet to some enterprise
¶That hath a stomach in't, which is no other,
¶As it doth well appear unto our state,
¶But to recover of us by strong hand
120And terms compulsative those foresaid lands
¶So by his father lost. And this, I take it,
¶Is the main motive of our preparations,
¶The source of this our watch, and the chief head
¶Of this post-haste and rummage in the land.
125
Enter Ghost again.
¶But soft, behold, lo, where it comes again!
¶I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion!
¶If thou hast any sound or use of voice,
¶Speak to me! If there be any good thing to be done
130That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
Speak to me!
¶If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
¶Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
¶Oh, speak!
¶Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
¶Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
135For which, they say, your spirits oft walk in death,
¶Speak of it. Stay and speak!--Stop it, Marcellus!
¶Marcellus Shall I strike it with my partisan?
¶Horatio Do, if it will not stand.
¶Barnardo 'Tis here.
140Horatio 'Tis here.
Marcellus 'Tis gone.
Exit Ghost.
¶We do it wrong, being so majestical,
¶To offer it the show of violence,
¶For it is as the air, invulnerable,
145And our vain blows malicious mockery.
¶Barnardo It was about to speak when the cock crew.
¶Horatio And then it started like a guilty thing
¶Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
¶The cock, that is the trumpet to the day,
150Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
¶Awake the god of day, and, at his warning,
¶Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
¶Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies
¶To his confine; and of the truth herein
155This present object made probation.
¶Marcellus It faded on the crowing of the cock.
¶Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
¶Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,
¶The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
160And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad;
¶The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
¶No fairy talks, nor witch hath power to charm,
¶So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
¶Horatio So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
165But look, the morn in russet mantle clad
¶Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.
¶Break we our watch up, and by my advice
¶Let us impart what we have seen tonight
¶Unto young Hamlet, for, upon my life,
170This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
¶Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it
¶As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
¶Marcellus Let's do 't, I pray, and I this morning know
¶Where we shall find him most conveniently.
Exeunt.
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¶King Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
180The memory be green, and that it us befitted
¶To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
¶To be contracted in one brow of woe,
¶Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
¶That we with wisest sorrow think on him
185Together with remembrance of ourselves.
¶Therefore our sometimes sister, now our queen,
¶Th'imperial jointress to this warlike state,
¶Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,
¶With an auspicious and one dropping eye,
190With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
¶In equal scale weighing delight and dole,
¶Taken to wife. Nor have we herein barred
¶Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
¶With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
195Now follows that you know: young Fortinbras,
¶Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
¶Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
¶Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
¶Co-leaguèd with the dream of his advantage,
200He hath not failed to pester us with message
¶Importing the surrender of those lands
¶Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
¶To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
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Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.
205Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting,
¶Thus much the business is: we have here writ
¶To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
¶Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears
¶Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
210His further gate herein, in that the levies,
¶The lists, and full proportions are all made
¶Out of his subject; and we here dispatch
¶You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
¶For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
215Giving to you no further personal power
¶To business with the King more than the scope
¶Of these delated articles allow.
¶Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
¶Voltemand In that and all things will we show our duty.
220King We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.
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Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.
¶And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
¶You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes?
¶You cannot speak of reason to the Dane
225And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
¶That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
¶The head is not more native to the heart,
¶The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
¶Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
230What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
¶Laertes My dread lord,
¶Your leave and favor to return to France,
¶From whence though willingly I came to Denmark
¶To show my duty in your coronation,
235Yet now I must confess, that duty done,
¶My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
¶And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
240Polonius He hath, my lord.
¶I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
¶Claudius Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine,
¶And thy best graces spend it at thy will.
¶But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son--
245Hamlet A little more than kin, and less than kind.
¶King How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
¶Hamlet Not so, my lord, I am too much i'th' sun.
¶Queen Good Hamlet, cast thy nightly color off
¶And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
250Do not forever with thy vailèd lids
¶Seek for thy noble father in the dust.
¶Thou know'st 'tis common: all that lives must die,
¶Passing through nature to eternity.
¶Hamlet Ay, madam, it is common.
255Queen If it be,
¶Why seems it so particular with thee?
¶Hamlet "Seems," madam? Nay, it is, I know not "seems."
¶'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
¶Nor customary suits of solemn black,
260Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
¶No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
¶Nor the dejected havior of the visage,
¶Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief
¶That can denote me truly. These indeed seem,
265For they are actions that a man might play.
¶But I have that within which passeth show;
¶These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
270To give these mourning duties to your father.
¶But you must know your father lost a father;
¶That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
¶In filial obligation for some term
¶To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever
275In obstinate condolement is a course
¶Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief.
¶It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
¶A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
¶An understanding simple and unschooled;
280For what we know must be and is as common
¶As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
¶Why should we in our peevish opposition
¶Take it to heart? Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,
¶A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
285To reason most absurd, whose common theme
¶Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried
¶From the first corse till he that died today
¶"This must be so." We pray you throw to earth
¶This unprevailing woe, and think of us
290As of a father; for let the world take note
¶You are the most immediate to our throne,
¶And with no less nobility of love
¶Than that which dearest father bears his son
¶Do I impart towards you. For your intent
295In going back to school in Wittenberg,
¶It is most retrograde to our desire,
¶And we beseech you, bend you to remain
¶Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
¶Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
300Queen Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
¶I prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
¶King Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.
305Be as ourself in Denmark.--Madam, come.
¶This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
¶Sits smiling to my heart, in grace whereof
¶No jocund health that Denmark drinks today
¶But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
Exeunt. ¶Hamlet [remains behind].
¶Hamlet Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
¶Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
315Or that the everlasting had not fixed
¶His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! Oh, God, God,
¶How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
¶Seem to me all the uses of this world!
¶Fie on't! Oh, fie, fie, 'tis an unweeded garden
320That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
¶Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
¶But two months dead--nay, not so much, not two!
¶So excellent a king, that was to this
¶Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
325That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
¶Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
¶Must I remember? Why, she should hang on him
¶As if increase of appetite had grown
¶By what it fed on. And yet within a month--
330Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman!
¶A little month, or ere those shoes were old
¶With which she followed my poor father's body,
¶Like Niobe, all tears, why, she, even she--
¶Oh, heaven! a beast that wants discourse of reason
335Would have mourned longer!--married with mine uncle,
¶My father's brother, but no more like my father
¶Than I to Hercules. Within a month,
¶Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
¶Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes,
340She married. Oh, most wicked speed, to post
¶With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
¶It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
¶But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
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Enter Horatio, Barnardo, and Marcellus.
345Horatio Hail to your lordship!
¶And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?--
¶Marcellus.
¶Marcellus My good lord.
¶[To Horatio] But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
¶Horatio A truant disposition, good my lord.
¶Hamlet I would not have your enemy say so,
¶Nor shall you do my ear that violence
360To make it truster of your own report
¶Against yourself. I know you are no truant.
¶But what is your affair in Elsinore?
¶We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
¶Horatio My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
365Hamlet I pray thee do not mock me, fellow student.
¶I think it was to my mother's wedding.
¶Horatio Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
¶Hamlet Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats
¶Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
370Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
¶Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio!
¶My father--methinks I see my father.
¶Horatio Oh, where, my lord?
¶Hamlet In my mind's eye, Horatio.
375Horatio I saw him once. He was a goodly king.
¶Hamlet He was a man. Take him for all in all,
¶I shall not look upon his like again.
¶Horatio My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
¶Hamlet Saw? Who?
380Horatio My lord, the King your father.
¶Hamlet The King my father?
¶Horatio Season your admiration for a while
¶With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
¶Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
385This marvel to you.
¶Hamlet For heaven's love, let me hear!
¶Horatio Two nights together had these gentlemen,
¶Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch
¶In the dead waste and middle of the night
390Been thus encountered: a figure like your father
¶Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pie,
¶Appears before them, and with solemn march
¶Goes slow and stately. By them thrice he walked,
¶By their oppressed and fear-surprisèd eyes
395Within his truncheon's length, whilst they, distilled
¶Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
¶Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
¶In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
¶And I with them the third night kept the watch,
400Where, as they had delivered, both in time,
¶Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
¶The apparition comes. I knew your father.
¶These hands are not more like.
¶Hamlet But where was this?
405Marcellus My lord, upon the platform where we watched,
¶Hamlet Did you not speak to it?
¶Horatio My lord, I did,
¶But answer made it none. Yet once methought
¶It lifted up it head and did address
410Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
¶But even then the morning cock crew loud,
¶And at the sound it shrunk in haste away
¶And vanished from our sight.
¶Hamlet 'Tis very strange.
415Horatio As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true,
¶And we did think it writ down in our duty
¶To let you know of it.
¶Hamlet Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
¶Hold you the watch tonight?
420Both We do, my lord.
¶Hamlet Armed, say you?
¶Both Armed, my lord.
¶Hamlet From top to toe?
¶Both My lord, from head to foot.
425Hamlet Then saw you not his face?
¶Horatio Oh, yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
¶Hamlet What, looked he frowningly?
¶Horatio A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
¶Hamlet Pale, or red?
430Horatio Nay, very pale.
¶Hamlet And fixed his eyes upon you?
¶Horatio Most constantly.
¶Hamlet I would I had been there.
¶Horatio It would have much amazed you.
435Hamlet Very like, very like. Stayed it long?
¶Horatio While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
¶All Longer, longer.
¶Horatio Not when I saw't.
¶Hamlet His beard was grizzly? No?
440Horatio It was, as I have seen it in his life,
¶A sable silvered.
Hamlet I'll watch tonight.
¶Perchance 'twill wake again.
¶Horatio I warrant you it will.
¶Hamlet If it assume my noble father's person,
445I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
¶And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
¶If you have hitherto concealed this sight
¶Let it be treble in your silence still,
¶And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,
450Give it an understanding but no tongue;
¶I will requite your loves. So, fare you well.
¶Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve
¶I'll visit you.
¶All Our duty to your honor.
Exeunt [all but Hamlet].
455Hamlet Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
¶My father's spirit in arms! All is not well.
¶I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
¶Till then, sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, ¶Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Exit.
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Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
¶Laertes My necessaries are imbarked. Farewell.
¶And sister, as the winds give benefit
¶And convoy is assistant, do not sleep
465But let me hear from you.
¶Ophelia Do you doubt that?
¶Laertes For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favors,
¶Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
¶A violet in the youth of primy nature,
470Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
¶The suppliance of a minute, no more.
¶Ophelia No more but so?
¶Laertes Think it no more.
¶For nature crescent does not grow alone
475In thews and bulk, but as this temple waxes
¶The inward service of the mind and soul
¶Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
¶And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
¶The virtue of his will; but you must fear,
480His greatness weighed, his will is not his own,
¶For he himself is subject to his birth.
¶He may not, as unvalued persons do,
¶Carve for himself, for on his choice depends
¶The sanctity and health of the whole state,
485And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
¶Unto the voice and yielding of that body
¶Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
¶It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
¶As he in his peculiar sect and force
490May give his saying deed, which is no further
¶Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
¶Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain,
¶If with too credent ear you list his songs,
¶Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
495To his unmastered importunity.
¶Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
¶And keep within the rear of your affection,
¶Out of the shot and danger of desire.
¶The chariest maid is prodigal enough
500If she unmask her beauty to the moon.
¶Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.
¶The canker galls the infants of the spring
¶Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
¶And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
505Contagious blastments are most imminent.
¶Be wary, then; best safety lies in fear.
¶Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
¶Ophelia I shall th'effect of this good lesson keep
¶As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
510Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
¶Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
¶Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
¶Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
¶And recks not his own rede.
515Laertes Oh, fear me not.
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Enter Polonius.
¶I stay too long. But here my father comes.
¶A double blessing, is a double grace;
¶Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
520Polonius Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
¶The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
¶And you are stayed for there. My blessing with you,
¶And these few precepts in thy memory
¶See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
525Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
¶Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
¶Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
¶Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel,
¶But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
530Of each unhatched, unfledged comrade. Beware
¶Of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in,
¶Bear't that th'opposèd may beware of thee.
¶Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.
¶Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
535Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
¶But not expressed in fancy--rich, not gaudy,
¶For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
¶And they in France of the best rank and station
¶Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
540Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
¶For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
¶And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
¶This above all; to thine own self be true,
¶And it must follow, as the night the day,
545Thou canst not then be false to any man.
¶Farewell. My blessing season this in thee!
¶Laertes Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
¶Polonius The time invites you. Go. Your servants tend.
¶Laertes Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
550What I have said to you.
¶Ophelia 'Tis in my memory locked,
¶And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
¶Laertes Farewell.
Exit Laertes.
¶Polonius What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
555Ophelia So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
¶Polonius Marry, well bethought
¶'Tis told me he hath very oft of late
¶Given private time to you, and you yourself
¶Have of your audience been most free and bounteous.
560If it be so--as so 'tis put on me,
¶And that in way of caution--I must tell you
¶You do not understand yourself so clearly
¶As it behooves my daughter and your honor.
¶What is between you? Give me up the truth.
565Ophelia He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
¶Of his affection to me.
¶Polonius Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl,
¶Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
¶Do you believe his "tenders," as you call them?
570Ophelia I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
¶Polonius Marry, I'll teach you. Think yourself a baby
¶That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay
¶Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly,
¶Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase
575Roaming it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
¶Ophelia My lord, he hath importuned me with love
¶In honorable fashion.
¶Polonius Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to.
¶Ophelia And hath given countenance to his speech,
580My lord, with almost all the vows of heaven.
¶Polonius Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
¶When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
¶Gives the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter,
¶Giving more light than heat, extinct in both
585Even in their promise as it is a-making ,
¶You must not take for fire. For this time, daughter,
¶Be something scanter of your maiden presence.
¶Set your entreatments at a higher rate
¶Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
590Believe so much in him that he is young,
¶And with a larger tether may he walk
¶Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
¶Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers
¶Not of that dye which their investments show,
595But mere implorators of unholy suits
¶Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
¶The better to beguile. This is for all:
¶I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth
¶Have you so slander any moment leisure
600As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
¶Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways.
¶Ophelia I shall obey, my lord.
Exeunt.
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Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
¶Hamlet The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
605Horatio It is nipping and an eager air.
¶Hamlet What hour now?
¶Horatio I think it lacks of twelve.
¶Marcellus No, it is struck.
¶Horatio Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
610Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
[A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.]
¶What does this mean, my lord?
¶Hamlet The King doth wake tonight, and takes his rouse,
¶Keeps wassails, and the swaggering upspring reels;
¶And as he drains his drafts of Rhenish down
615The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out
¶The triumph of his pledge.
¶Horatio Is it a custom?
¶Hamlet Ay, marry is't,
¶But to my mind, though I am native here
620And to the manner born, it is a custom
¶More honored in the breach than the observance.
¶
Enter Ghost.
¶Horatio Look, my lord, it comes.
¶Hamlet Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
625Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,
¶Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
¶Be thy events wicked or charitable,
¶Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
¶That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,
630King, father, royal Dane. Oh, oh, answer me!
¶Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
¶Why thy canonized bones, hearsèd in death,
¶Have burst their cerements, why the sepulcher
¶Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned
635Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
¶To cast thee up again? What may this mean
¶That thou, dead corse, again in compleat steel
¶Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,
¶Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
640So horridly to shake our disposition
¶With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
¶Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?
¶
Ghost beckons Hamlet.
¶Horatio It beckons you to go away with it,
645As if it some impartment did desire
¶To you alone.
¶Marcellus Look with what courteous action
¶It waves you to a more removèd ground.
¶But do not go with it.
650Horatio No, by no means.
¶Hamlet It will not speak. Then I will follow it.
¶Horatio Do not, my lord.
¶Hamlet Why, what should be the fear?
¶I do not set my life at a pin's fee,
655And for my soul, what can it do to that,
¶Being a thing immortal as itself?
¶It waves me forth again. I'll follow it.
¶Horatio What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
¶Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
660That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
¶And there assume some other horrible form
¶Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
¶And draw you into madness? Think of it.
¶Hamlet It wafts me still.--Go on, I'll follow thee.
665Marcellus You shall not go, my lord.
[They attempt to restrain him.]
¶Hamlet Hold off your hand!
¶Horatio Be ruled. You shall not go.
¶Hamlet My fate cries out
¶And makes each petty artery in this body
670As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
¶Still am I called. Unhand me, gentlemen!
¶By heav'n, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
¶I say, away!--Go on, I'll follow thee.
¶
Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.
675Horatio He waxes desperate with imagination.
¶Marcellus Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.
¶Horatio Have after. To what issue will this come?
¶Marcellus Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
¶Horatio Heaven will direct it.
680Marcellus Nay, let's follow him.
Exeunt.
[1.5]
¶
Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
¶Hamlet Where wilt thou lead me? Speak. I'll go no further.
¶Ghost Mark me.
¶Hamlet I will.
685Ghost My hour is almost come
¶When I to sulfurous and tormenting flames
¶Must render up myself.
¶Hamlet Alas, poor ghost!
¶Ghost Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
690To what I shall unfold.
¶Hamlet Speak. I am bound to hear.
¶Ghost So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
¶Hamlet What?
¶Ghost I am thy father's spirit,
695Doomed for a certain term to walk the night,
¶And for the day confined to fast in fires,
¶Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
¶Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
¶To tell the secrets of my prison house,
700I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
¶Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
¶Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
¶Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,
¶And each particular hair to stand an end
705Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
¶But this eternal blazon must not be
¶To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, oh, list:
¶If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
¶Hamlet O heaen!
710Ghost Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
¶Hamlet Murder?
¶Ghost Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
¶But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
¶As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
¶May sweep to my revenge.
¶Ghost I find thee apt,
¶And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
720That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf
¶Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
¶'Tis given out that, sleeping in mine orchard,
¶A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark
¶Is by a forgèd process of my death
725Rankly abused. But know, thou noble youth,
¶The serpent that did sting thy father's life
¶Now wears his crown.
¶Hamlet Oh, my prophetic soul! Mine uncle?
¶Ghost Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
730With witchcraft of his wits, with traitorous gifts--
¶Oh, wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
¶So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
¶The will of my most seeming virtuous queen.
¶Oh, Hamlet, what a falling off was there!
735From me, whose love was of that dignity
¶That it went hand in hand even with the vow
¶I made to her in marriage, and to decline
¶Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
¶To those of mine. But virtue, as it never will be moved,
740Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
¶So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,
¶Will sate itself in a celestial bed
And prey on garbage.
¶But soft, methinks I scent the morning air.
¶Brief let me be. Sleeping within mine orchard,
745My custom always in the afternoon,
¶Upon my secure hour, thy uncle stole
¶With juice of cursèd hebenon in a vial,
¶And in the porches of mine ears did pour
¶The leperous distilment, whose effect
750Holds such an enmity with blood of man
¶That swift as quicksilver it courses through
¶The natural gates and alleys of the body,
¶And with a sudden vigor it doth posset
¶And curd like eager droppings into milk
755The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine,
¶And a most instant tetter baked about
¶Most lazarlike with vile and loathsome crust
¶All my smooth body.
¶Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
760Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatched,
¶Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
¶Unhousled, disappointed, unaneled,
¶No reckoning made, but sent to my account
¶With all my imperfections on my head.
765Oh, horrible, oh, horrible, most horrible!
¶If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.
¶Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
¶A couch for luxury and damnèd incest.
¶But howsoever thou pursuest this act,
770Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
¶Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven
¶And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge
¶To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once.
¶The glow-worm shows the matin to be near
775And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire,.
¶Adieu, adieu, Hamlet! Remember me.
Exit.
¶Hamlet Oh, all you host of heaven 1 Oh, earth! What else?
¶And shall I couple hell? Oh, fie! Hold, my heart,
¶And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
780But bear me swiftly up. Remember thee?
¶Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
¶In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
¶Yea, from the table of my memory
¶I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
785All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
¶That youth and observation copied there,
¶And thy commandment all alone shall live
¶Within the book and volume of my brain,
¶Unmixed with baser matter. Yes, by heaven.
790Oh, most pernicious woman!
¶Oh, villain, villain, smiling damnèd villain!
¶My tables, my tables--meet it is I set it down,
¶That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
¶At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.
795So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word.
¶It is "Adieu, adieu, remember me."
I have sworn't.
¶Horatio and Marclellus within My lord, my lord!
¶
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
¶Marcellus Lord Hamlet!
800Horatio Heaven secure him!
¶Marcellus So be it.
¶Horatio Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
¶Hamlet Hillo, ho, ho, boy, come, and come! 1
¶Marcellus How is't, my noble lord?
805Horatio What news, my lord?
¶Hamlet Oh, wonderful!
¶Horatio Good my lord, tell it.
¶Hamlet No, you'll reveal it.
¶Horatio Not I, my lord, by heaven.
810Marcellus Nor I, my lord.
¶Hamlet How say you then, would heart of man once think it?
¶But you'll be secret?
¶Both Ay, by heaven, my lord.
¶Hamlet There's ne'er a villain Dwelling in all Denmark
815But he's an arrant knave.
¶Horatio There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
¶To tell us this.
¶Hamlet Why, right, you are i'th' right.
¶And so, without more circumstance at all,
820I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
¶You as your business and desire shall point you
¶(For every man has business and desire,
¶Such as it is), and for mine own poor part,
¶Look you, I'll go pray.
825Horatio These are but wild and hurling words, my lord.
¶Hamlet I'm sorry they offend you--heartily,
¶Yes, faith, heartily.
¶Horatio There's no offense, my lord.
¶Hamlet Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, my lord,
830And much offense too. Touching this vision here,
¶It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.
¶For your desire to know what is between us,
¶O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends,
¶As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
835Give me one poor request.
¶Horatio What is't, my lord? We will.
¶Hamlet Never make known what you have seen tonight.
¶Both My lord, we will not.
¶Hamlet Nay, but swear't.
840Horatio In faith, my lord, not I.
¶Marcellus Nor I, my lord, in faith.
¶Hamlet Upon my sword.
[He holds out his sword.]
¶Marcellus We have sworn, my lord, already.
¶Hamlet Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
845
Ghost cries under the stage.
Ghost Swear.
¶Hamlet Aha, boy, sayest thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?--
¶Come on, you hear this fellow in the cellarage?
¶Consent to swear.
¶Horatio Propose the oath, my lord.
850Hamlet Never to speak of this that you have seen.
¶Swear by my sword.
¶Ghost Swear.
[They swear.]
¶Hamlet Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
[He moves them to another spot.]
¶Come hither, gentlemen,
855And lay your hands again upon my sword.
¶Never to speak of this that you have heard.
¶Swear by my sword.
¶Ghost Swear by his sword.
¶Hamlet Well said, old mole. Canst work i'th' ground so fast?
860A worthy pioneer!--Once more remove, good friends.
[They move once more.]
¶Horatio Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
¶Hamlet And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
¶There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
¶Than are dreamt of in our philosophy. But come,
865Here as before: never, so help you mercy,
¶How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself
¶(As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
¶To put an antic disposition on),
¶That you at such time seeing me never shall,
870With arms encumbered thus, or thus headshake,
¶Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase
¶As, "Well, we know," or "We could an if we would,"
¶Or "If we list to speak," or "There be an if they might,"
¶Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
875That you know aught of me. This not to do,
¶Ghost Swear.
[They swear.]
¶Hamlet Rest, rest, perturbèd spirit. So, gentlemen,
880With all my love I do commend me to you,
¶And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
¶May do t'express his love and friending to you,
¶God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together,
¶And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
885The time is out of joint. Oh, cursèd spite,
¶That ever I was born to set it right!
[They wait for him to leave first.] ¶Nay come, let's go together.
Exeunt.
[2.1]
¶
Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.
890Polonius Give him his money, and these notes, Reynaldo.
[He gives money and papers.]
¶Reynaldo I will, my lord.
¶Polonius You shall do marvelous wisely, good Reynaldo,
¶Before you visit him, to make inquiry
¶Of his behavior.
895Reynaldo My lord, I did intend it.
¶Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris,
¶And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
900What company, at what expense; and finding
¶By this encompassment and drift of question
¶That they do know my son, come you more nearer
¶Than your particular demands will touch it;
¶Take you as 'twere some distant knowledge of him,
905As thus, "I know his father and his friends,
¶And in part him." Do you mark this, Reynaldo?
¶Reynaldo Ay, very well, my lord.
¶Polonius "And in part him. But," you may say, "not well,
¶But if't be he I mean, he's very wild,
910Addicted so and so," and there put on him
¶What forgeries you please--marry, none so rank
¶As may dishonor him, take heed of that,
¶But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips
¶As are companions noted and most known
915To youth and liberty.
¶Reynaldo As gaming, my lord.
¶Polonius Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
¶Quarreling, drabbing--you may go so far.
¶Reynaldo My lord, that would dishonor him.
920Polonius Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge.
¶You must not put another scandal on him
¶That he is open to incontinency;
¶That's not my meaning. But breathe his faults so quaintly
¶That they may seem the taints of liberty,
925The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
¶A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
Of general assault.
¶Reynaldo But, my good lord--
¶Polonius Wherefore should you do this?
¶Reynaldo Ay, my lord, I would know that.
930Polonius Marry sir, here's my drift,
¶And I believe it is a fetch of warrant.
¶You laying these slight sallies on my son
¶As 'twere a thing a little soiled i'th' working,
¶Mark you, your party in converse, him you would sound,
935Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
¶The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
¶He closes with you in this consequence:
¶"Good sir" (or so), or "friend," or "gentleman,"
¶According to the phrase, or the addition
940Of man and country.
¶Reynaldo Very good, my lord.
¶I was about to say something.
Where did I leave?
¶Polonius At "closes in the consequence." Ay, marry,
¶He closes with you thus: "I know the gentleman,
¶I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,
950Or then, or then, with such and such, and as you say,
¶There was he gaming, there o'ertook in's rouse,
¶There falling out at tennis," or perchance
¶"I saw him enter such a house of sale,"
¶Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. See you now,
955Your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth,
¶And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
¶With windlasses and with assays of bias,
¶By indirections find directions out;
¶So by my former lecture and advice
960Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
¶Reynaldo My lord, I have.
¶Polonius God buy you; fare ye well.
¶Reynaldo Good my lord.
¶Polonius Observe his inclination in yourself.
965Reynaldo I shall, my lord.
¶Polonius And let him ply his music.
¶Reynaldo Well, my lord.
Exit.
¶
Enter Ophelia.
¶Ophelia Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
¶Polonius With what, in the name of heaven?
¶Ophelia My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,
¶Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,
975No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled,
¶Ungartered, and down-gyvèd to his ankle,
¶Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
¶And with a look so piteous in purport
¶As if he had been loosèd out of hell
980To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
¶Polonius Mad for thy love?
¶Ophelia My lord, I do not know,But truly I do fear it.
¶Polonius What said he?
¶Ophelia He took me by the wrist, and held me hard.
985Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
¶And with his other hand thus o'er his brow
¶He falls to such perusal of my face
¶As he would draw it. Long stayed he so.
¶At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
990And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
¶He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
¶That it did seem to shatter all his bulk
¶And end his being. That done, he lets me go,
¶And with his head over his shoulder turned
995He seemed to find his way without his eyes,
¶For out o'doors he went without their help,
¶And to the last bended their light on me.
¶Polonius Come, go with me. I will go seek the King,
¶This is the very ecstasy of love,
1000Whose violent property fordoes itself
¶And leads the will to desperate undertakings
¶As oft as any passions under heaven
¶That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
¶What, have you given him any hard words of late?
1005Ophelia No, my good lord, but as you did command
¶I did repel his letters, and denied
¶His access to me.
¶Polonius That hath made him mad.
¶I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
1010I had not quoted him. I fear he did but trifle
¶And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy!
¶It seems it is as proper to our age
¶To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
¶As it is common for the younger sort
1015To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King.
¶This must be known, which, being kept close, might move
¶More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
Exeunt.
[2.2]
¶King Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
¶Moreover that we much did long to see you,
¶The need we have to use you did provoke
¶Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
1025Of Hamlet's transformation--so call it,
¶Sith not th'exterior nor the inward man
¶Resembles that it was. What it should be,
¶More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
¶So much from th'understanding of himself,
1030I cannot dream of. I entreat you both
¶That, being of so young days brought up with him,
¶And since so neighbored to his youth and humor,
¶That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
¶Some little time, so by your companies
1035To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
¶So much as from occasion you may glean,
¶That opened lies within our remedy.
¶Queen Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you,
¶And sure I am two men there are not living
1040To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
¶To show us so much gentry and good will
¶As to expend your time with us awhile
¶For the supply and profit of our hope,
¶Your visitation shall receive such thanks
1045As fits a king's remembrance.
¶Rosencrantz Both your majesties
¶Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
¶Put your dread pleasures more into command
¶Than to entreaty.
1050Guildenstern We both obey,
¶And here give up ourselves in the full bent
¶To lay our services freely at your feet
¶To be commanded.
¶King Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.
1055Queen Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosencrantz.
¶And I beseech you instantly to visit
¶And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
1060Guildenstern Heavens make our presence and our practices
¶Pleasant and helpful to him!
Exit [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and other Courtiers].
¶Queen Ay, amen.
¶
Enter Polonius.
¶Polonius Th'ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
1065Are joyfully returned.
¶King Thou still hast been the father of good news.
¶Polonius Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege
¶I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
¶Both to my God and to my gracious king;
1070And I do think, or else this brain of mine
¶Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
¶As it have used to do, that I have found
¶The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
¶King Oh, speak of that! That do I long to hear.
1075Polonius Give first admittance to th'ambassadors.
¶My news shall be the news to that great feast.
¶King Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.--
¶He tells me, my sweet Queen, that he hath found
¶The head and source of all your son's distemper.
1080Queen I doubt it is no other but the main:
¶His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
¶
Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.
¶King Well, we shall sift him.--Welcome, good friends.
¶Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
1085Voltemand Most fair return of greetings and desires.
¶Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
¶His nephew's levies, which to him appeared
¶To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack,
¶But, better looked into, he truly found
1090It was against your highness; whereat grieved
¶That so his sickness, age, and impotence
¶Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
¶On Fortinbras, which he in brief obeys,
¶Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine,
1095Makes vow before his uncle never more
¶To give th'assay of arms against your majesty.
¶Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
¶Gives him threescore thousand crowns in annual fee
¶And his commission to employ those soldiers
1100So levied, as before, against the Polack,
¶With an entreaty herein further shown
¶That it might please you to give quiet pass
¶Through your dominions for this enterprise
¶On such regards of safety and allowance
1105As therein are set down.
¶King It likes us well,
¶And at our more considered time we'll read,
¶Answer, and think upon this business.
¶Meantime, we thank you for your well-took labor.
Exit Ambassadors.
¶Polonius This business is well ended.
¶My liege and madam, to expostulate
¶What majesty should be, what duty is,
1115Why day is day, night, night, and time is time,
¶Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.
¶Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
¶And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes.
¶I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
1120Mad call I it, for to define true madness,
¶What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
¶But let that go.
¶Queen More matter, with less art.
¶Polonius Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
1125That he's mad, 'tis true, 'Tis true 'tis pity,
¶And pity it is true--a foolish figure,
¶But farewell it, for I will use no art.
¶Mad let us grant him, then. And now remains
¶That we find out the cause of this effect,
1130Or rather say the cause of this defect,
¶For this effect defective comes by cause.
¶Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Perpend,
¶I have a daughter--have whilst she is mine--
¶Who in her duty and obedience, mark,
1135Hath given me this. Now gather and surmise.
¶
[He reads from] the letter.
¶ That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; "beautified" is a vile in 1140phrase. But you shall hear: "these in her excellent white ¶bosom, these."
¶Queen Came this from Hamlet to her?
1145Doubt that the sun doth move,¶Doubt truth to be a liar,¶But never doubt I love.
¶
Oh, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to ¶reckon my groans. But that I love thee best, oh, most best, 1150believe it. Adieu.
¶This in obedience hath my daughter showed me,
¶And more above hath his solicitings,
1155As they fell out, by time, by means, and place,
¶All given to mine ear.
¶King But how hath she received his love?
¶Polonius What do you think of me?
¶King As of a man faithful and honorable.
1160Polonius I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
¶When I had seen this hot love on the wing--
¶As I perceived it (I must tell you that)
¶Before my daughter told me--what might you,
¶Or my dear majesty your queen here, think
1165If I had played the desk or table-book,
¶Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
¶Or looked upon this love with idle sight,
¶What might you think? No, I went round to work,
¶And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
1170"Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star.
¶This must not be." And then I precepts gave her
¶That she should lock herself from his resort,
¶Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
¶Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,
1175And he, repulsèd, a short tale to make,
¶Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
¶Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
¶Thence to a lightness, and by this declension
¶Into the madness wherein now he raves,
1180And all we mourn for.
Queen It may be, very likely.
¶Polonius Hath there been such a time--I would fain know that--
¶That I have positively said 'tis so
1185When it proved otherwise?
¶King Not that I know.
¶Polonius Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
¶If circumstances lead me, I will find
¶Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
1190Within the center.
¶King How may we try it further?
¶In the lobby.
1195Queen So he has indeed.
¶Polonius At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him.
¶Be you and I behind an arras then,
¶Mark the encounter. If he love her not,
¶And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
1200Let me be no assistant for a state
¶But keep a farm and carters.
¶King We will try it.
¶
Enter Hamlet reading on a book.
¶Polonius Away, I do beseech you, both away.
¶I'll board him presently.
Exit King and Queen.
¶ Oh, give me leave.--How does my good Lord Hamlet?
¶Hamlet Well, God-a-mercy.
1210Polonius Do you know me, my lord?
¶Hamlet Excellent well. Y'are a fishmonger.
¶Polonius Not I, my lord.
¶Hamlet Then I would you were so honest a man.
¶Polonius Honest, my lord?
¶Polonius That's very true, my lord.
¶Hamlet For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, ¶being a good kissing carrion-- 1220Have you a daughter?
¶Polonius I have, my lord.
¶Hamlet Let her not walk i'th' sun. Conception is a ¶blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive, friend,¶ look to't.
1225Polonius [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my ¶daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a ¶fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone. And truly, in my youth¶I suffered much extremity for love, very near this. I'll ¶speak to him again.--What do you read, my lord?
1230Hamlet Words, words, words.
¶Polonius What is the matter, my lord?
¶Hamlet Between who?
¶Polonius I mean the matter that you read, my lord.
¶Hamlet Slanders sir; for the satirical rogue says here1235that old men have gray beards, that their faces are ¶wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber or plumtree ¶gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, ¶together with weak hams--all which, sir though I ¶most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it 1240not honesty to have it thus set down; for you ¶yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if, like a crab, you could¶ go backward.
¶Polonius [Aside] Though this be madness, ¶yet there is method in't,--Will you walk 1245out of the air, my lord?
¶Hamlet Into my grave?
¶Polonius [Aside] Indeed, that is out of the air. ¶How pregnant sometimes his replies are! ¶ A happiness 1250that often madness hits on, ¶which reason and sanity could not ¶so prosperously be delivered of. ¶I will leave him, ¶and suddenly contrive the means of meeting 1255between him and my daughter.-- ¶My honorable lord, I will most humbly ¶take my leave of you.
¶Hamlet You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I ¶will more willingly part withal-- except my life, except my life, my 1260life.
¶Polonius Fare you well, my lord.
¶Hamlet These tedious old fools!
¶Polonius [To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, as they enter] You go to seek the Lord Hamlet? There ¶he is.
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
[Exit Polonius.]
¶Guildenstern My honored lord!
¶Rosencrantz My most dear lord!
¶Hamlet My excellent good friends! How dost thou, 1270Guildenstern? Oh, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye¶ both?
¶Rosencrantz As the indifferent children of the earth.
1275Hamlet Nor the soles of her shoe?
¶Rosencrantz Neither, my lord.
¶Guildenstern Faith, her privates we.
¶Hamlet Then is doomsday near. But your news is1385 not true. Let me question more in particular. What have¶you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune¶that she sends you to prison hither?
¶Guildenstern Prison, my lord?
¶Hamlet Denmark's a prison.
1290Rosencrantz Then is the world one.
¶Hamlet A goodly one, in which there are many ¶confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o'th'¶worst.
¶Rosencrantz We think not so, my lord.
1295Hamlet Why, then 'tis none to you, for there is nothing ¶either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is ¶a prison.
1300Hamlet Oh, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and¶count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that¶I have bad dreams.
¶Guildenstern Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the¶very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow1305of a dream.
¶Hamlet A dream itself is but a shadow.
¶Rosencrantz Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and¶light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
¶Hamlet Then are our beggars bodies, and our 1310monarchs and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. ¶Shall we to th' court? For, by my fay, I cannot ¶reason.
¶Both We'll wait upon you.
¶Hamlet No such matter. I will not sort you with the 1315rest of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest ¶man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the beaten ¶way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
¶Rosencrantz To visit you my lord, no other occasion.
¶Hamlet Beggar that I am, I am ever poor in thanks, 1320but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks ¶are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it ¶your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, ¶ deal justly with me. Come, come, nay, speak.
¶Guildenstern What should we say, my lord?
1325Hamlet Why, anything. But to the purpose: you were¶sent for, and there is a kind of confession in your looks, ¶which your modesties have craft enough to ¶color. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you.
¶Rosencrantz To what end, my lord?
1330Hamlet That you must teach me. But let me conjure ¶you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of ¶our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, ¶and by what more dear a better proposer can charge ¶you withal, be even and direct with me whether you 1335were sent for or no.
¶Guildenstern My lord, we were sent for.
1340Hamlet I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation ¶prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and ¶Queen molt no feather. I have of late, but wherefore ¶I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of ¶exercise; and indeed it goes so heavily with my 1345disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a ¶sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy the air, ¶ look you, this brave o'erhanging, this majestical roof ¶fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing ¶to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of 1350vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in ¶reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving ¶how express and admirable! In action, how like an ¶angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the¶ world, the paragon of animals. And yet to me what is 1355this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, no, ¶nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem¶ to say so.
¶Rosencrantz To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, ¶what lenten entertainment the players shall receive ¶from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are 1365they coming to offer you service.
¶Hamlet He that plays the King shall be welcome; his ¶majesty shall have tribute on me. The Adventurous ¶Knight shall use his foil and target, the Lover shall ¶not sigh gratis, the Humorous Man shall end his part in 1370peace, the Clown shall make those laugh whose lungs¶are tickled o'th' sear, and the Lady shall say her mind ¶freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players the ¶ are they?
¶Hamlet How chances it they travel? Their ¶residence both in reputation and profit was better both ¶ ways.
¶Rosencrantz No, indeed, are they not.
¶Hamlet How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
Rosencrantz Nay, their endeavor keeps in the wonted ¶pace. But there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little ¶eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and ¶are most tyrannically clapped for't. These are now the ¶fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they 1390call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of ¶goose quills and dare scarce come thither.
¶Hamlet What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? ¶How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no ¶longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, 1395if they should grow themselves to common players--as ¶it is most like if their means are not better--their ¶writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their ¶own succession?
¶Rosencrantz Faith, there has been much to-do on both sides, 1400and the nation holds it no sin to tar them to ¶controversy. There was for a while no money bid for ¶argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs on ¶the question.
¶Hamlet Is't possible?
¶Hamlet Do the boys carry it away?
¶Rosencrantz Ay, that they do, my lord, Hercules and his load too.
¶Hamlet It is not strange, for mine uncle is King of 1410Denmark, and those that would make mows at him ¶while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, an hundred ¶ducats apiece for his picture in little. There is ¶something in this more than natural, if philosophy could ¶find it out.
Flourish for the players.
¶Guildenstern There are the players.
¶Hamlet Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your ¶hands, come. Th'appurtenance of welcome is fashion ¶and ceremony. Let me comply with you in the garb, 1420lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, must show ¶fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment ¶than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father ¶and aunt-mother are deceived.
¶Guildenstern In what, my dear lord?
1425Hamlet I am but mad north-north-west; when the ¶wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand saw.
¶
Enter Polonius.
¶Polonius Well be with you, gentlemen.
¶Hamlet Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each 1430ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet ¶out of his swathing clouts.
¶Hamlet I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the 1435players. Mark it.--You say right, sir, o'Monday ¶morning, 'twas so indeed.
¶Polonius My lord, I have news to tell you.
1440Polonius The actors are come hither, my lord.
¶Hamlet Buzz, buzz.
¶Polonius Upon my honor.
¶Hamlet Then came each actor on his ass.
¶Polonius The best actors in the world, either for 1445tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, ¶pastoral-comical-historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, ¶tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or ¶poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light for the law of writ and the liberty. These are1450the only men.
¶Polonius What a treasure had he, my lord?
¶Hamlet Am I not i'th' right, old Jephthah?
1460Hamlet Nay, that follows not.
¶Polonius What follows then, my lord?
¶Hamlet Why, as by lot, God wot, and then you know, it came to ¶pass, as most like it was. The first row of the¶pious chanson will show you more, for look where my 1465abridgments come.
¶
Enter four or five Players.
¶[Hamlet] You are welcome, masters, welcome all.--I am glad to see ¶thee well. Welcome, good friends.--Oh, my old friend! ¶Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to 1470beard me in Denmark?--What, my young lady and ¶mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer heaven than when ¶I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God ¶your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked ¶within the ring.--Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en 1475to't, like French falconers: fly at anything we see. We'll ¶have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your ¶quality. Come, a passionate speech.
¶Player What speech, my good lord?
¶Hamlet I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was 1480never acted, or if it was, not above once; for the play, I ¶remember, pleased not the million, 'twas caviary to the ¶general. But it was, as I received it, and others whose¶ judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine, an ¶excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down 1485with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said ¶there was no sallets in the lines, to make the matter ¶savory, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the ¶author of affectation, but called it an honest method. One ¶speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale 1490to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he speaks¶of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at ¶this line--let me see, let me see--
The rugged Pyrrhus, like ¶ th'Hyrcanian beast-- It is not so, it begins with Pyrrhus.
¶The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
1495Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
¶When he lay couchèd in the ominous horse,
¶Hath now this dread and black complexion smeared
¶With heraldry more dismal; head to foot,
¶Now is he total gules, horridly tricked
1500With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
¶Baked and empasted with the parching streets
¶That lend a tyrannous and damnèd light
¶To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire,
¶And thus o'ersizèd with coagulate gore,
1505With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Phyrrhus
¶Old grandsire Priam seeks.
So proceed you.
Player Anon he finds him,
1510Striking too short at Greeks. His antic sword,
¶Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
¶Repugnant to command. Unequal match,
¶Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide,
¶But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
1515Th'unnervèd father fall. Then senseless Ilium,
¶Seeming to feel his blow, with flaming top
¶Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
¶Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear; for lo! his sword,
¶Which was declining on the milky head
1520Of reverend Priam, seemed i'th' air to stick.
¶So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
¶And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
Did nothing.
¶But as we often see against some storm
¶A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
1525The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
¶As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
¶Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
¶A rousèd vengeance sets him new a-work,
¶And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
1530On Mars his armor, forged for proof eterne,
¶With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
¶Now falls on Priam.
¶Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods
¶In general synod take away her power,
1535Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
¶And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven
¶As low as to the fiends!
¶Polonius This is too long.
¶Player But who, oh, who, had seen the inobled queen--
¶Hamlet "The inobled queen!"
¶Polonius That's good. "Inobled queen" is good.
¶With bisson rheum, a clout upon that head
¶Where late the diadem stood, and, for a robe,
¶About her lank and all o'er-teemèd loins
1550A blanket in th' alarum of fear caught up--
¶Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steeped
¶'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounccd!
¶But if the gods themselves did see her then,
¶When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
1555In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
¶The instant burst of clamor that she made
¶(Unless things mortal move them not at all)
¶Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
¶And passion in the gods.
¶Hamlet 'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest¶soon. [To Polonius] Good my lord, will you see the players well ¶bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are 1565 the abstract and brief chronicles of the time. After ¶your death you were better have a bad epitaph than ¶their ill report while you live.
1570Hamlet God's bodykins, man, better. Use every man ¶after his desert and who should scape whipping? Use ¶them after your own honor and dignity; the less they ¶deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them¶ in.
1575Polonius Come, sirs.
Exit Polonius.
¶Hamlet Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play ¶tomorrow. [Aside to the First Player] Dost thou hear me, old friend, can you play The ¶Murder of Gonzago?
¶Player Ay, my lord.
1580Hamlet We'll ha't tomorrow night. You could for a¶need study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which ¶I would set down and insert in't, could ye not?
¶Player Ay, my lord.
¶Hamlet Very well. Follow that lord, and look you 1585mock him not.--My good friends, I'll leave you till night. ¶You are welcome to Elsinore.
¶Rosencrantz Good my lord.
Exeunt [all but Hamlet].
¶Hamlet Ay, so, God buy ye. --Now I am alone.
1590Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
¶Is it not monstrous that this player here,
¶But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
¶Could force his soul so to his whole conceit
¶That from her working all the visage warmed,
1595Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
¶A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
¶With forms to his conceit, and all for nothing?
¶For Hecuba?
¶What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
1600That he should weep for her? What would he do
¶Had he the motive and the cue for passion
¶That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
¶And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
¶Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,
1605Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
¶The very faculty of eyes and ears. Yet I,
¶A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
¶Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
¶And can say nothing; no, not for a king
1610Upon whose property and most dear life
¶A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward?
¶Who calls me villain? Breaks my pate across?
¶Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
¶Tweaks me by th' nose? Gives me the lie i'th' throat
1615As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this,
¶Ha? Why, I should take it; for it cannot be
¶But I am pigeon-livered, and lack gall
¶To make oppression bitter, or ere this
¶I should have fatted all the region kites
1620With this slave's offal, bloody, a bawdy villain,
¶Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
¶Oh, vengeance!
¶Who? What an ass am I! Ay, sure, this is most brave,
¶That I, the son of the dear murdered,
1625Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
¶Must like a whore unpack my heart with words,
¶And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
¶ A scullion? Fie upon't, foh! About, my brain!
¶I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play
1630Have by the very cunning of the scene
¶Been struck so to the soul that presently
¶They have proclaimed their malefactions;
¶For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
¶With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
1635Play something like the murder of my father
¶Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks;
¶I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench
¶I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
¶May be a devil, and the devil hath power
1640T'assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps,
¶Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
¶As he is very potent with such spirits,
¶Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds
¶More relative than this. The play's the thing
1645Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Exit.
[3.1]
¶King And can you by no drift of circumstance
¶Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
1650Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
¶With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
¶Rosencrantz He does confess he feels himself distracted,
¶But from what cause, he will by no means speak.
¶Guildenstern Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
1655But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
¶When we would bring him on to some confession
¶Of his true state.
¶Queen Did he receive you well?
¶Rosencrantz Most like a gentleman.
1660Guildenstern But with much forcing of his disposition.
¶Rosencrantz Niggard of question, but of our demands
¶Most free in his reply.
¶Queen Did you assay him to any pastime?
¶Rosencrantz Madam, it so fell out that certain players
1665We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
¶And there did seem in him a kind of joy
¶To hear of it. They are about the court,
¶And, as I think, they have already order
¶This night to play before him.
1670Polonius 'Tis most true,
¶And he beseeched me to entreat your majesties
¶To hear and see the matter.
¶King With all my heart, and it doth much content me
¶To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen,
1675Give him a further edge, and drive his purpose on
¶To these delights.
¶Rosencrantz We shall, my lord.
Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and Lords].
¶King Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
¶For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
1680That he, as 'twere by accident, may there
¶Affront Ophelia. Her father and myself, lawful espials,
¶Will so bestow our selves that, seeing unseen,
¶We may of their encounter frankly judge,
¶And gather by him, as he is behaved,
1685If't be th'affliction of his love or no
¶That thus he suffers for.
¶Queen I shall obey you;
¶And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
¶That your good beauties be the happy cause
1690Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
¶Will bring him to his wonted way again,
¶To both your honors.
¶Ophelia Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit Queen.]
¶Polonius Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious, so please ye,
1695We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Read on this book,
¶That show of such an exercise may color
¶Your loneliness. We are oft too blame in this,
¶ 'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage
¶And pious action we do sugar o'er
1700The devil himself.
¶How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
¶The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,
¶Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
1705Than is my deed to my most painted word.
¶Oh, heavy burden!
¶Polonius I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.
¶
Exeunt [the King and Polonius, as they conceal themselves].
¶
Enter Hamlet.
1710Hamlet To be, or not to be, that is the question,
¶Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
¶The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
¶Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
¶And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
1715No more--and by a sleep to say we end
¶The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
¶That flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
¶Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;
¶To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
1720For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
¶When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
¶Must give us pause. There's the respect
¶That makes calamity of so long life.
¶For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
1725Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
¶The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
¶The insolence of office, and the spurns
¶That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
¶When he himself might his quietus make
1730With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
¶To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
¶But that the dread of something after death,
¶The undiscovered country from whose bourn
¶No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
1735And makes us rather bear those ills we have
¶Than fly to others that we know not of?
¶Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
¶And thus the native hue of resolution
¶Is sickled o'er with the pale cast of thought,
1740And enterprises of great pith and moment
¶With this regard their currents turn awry
¶And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
¶The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons
¶Be all my sins remembered.
1745Ophelia Good my lord,
¶How does your honor for this many a day?
¶Hamlet I humbly thank you, well, well.
¶Ophelia My lord, I have remembrances of yours
¶That I have longèd long to redeliver.
1750I pray you now receive them.
¶Hamlet No, no, I never gave you aught.
¶Ophelia My honored lord, you know right well you did,
¶And with them words of so sweet breath composed
¶As made these things more rich. Then, perfume left,
1755Take these again, for to the noble mind
¶Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind,
¶There, my lord. "
[She gives Hamlet the remembrances.]
¶Hamlet Ha, ha! Are you honest?
¶Ophelia My lord?
1760Hamlet Are you fair?
¶Ophelia What means your lordship?
¶Hamlet Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner ¶transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the ¶force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. ¶This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it 1770proof. I did love you once.
¶Ophelia Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
¶Hamlet You should not have believed me, for virtue ¶cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish¶of it. I loved you not.
1775Ophelia I was the more deceived.
¶Hamlet Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou ¶be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, ¶but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were ¶better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, 1780revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck ¶than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give ¶them shape, or time to act them in. What should such ¶fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth? .¶We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. Go thy 1785ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
¶Ophelia At home, my lord.
¶Hamlet Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may ¶play the fool way but in's own house. Farewell.
¶Ophelia Oh, help him, you sweet heavens!
1790Hamlet If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague ¶for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, ¶thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. ¶Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, ¶for wise men know well enough what monsters you 1795make of them. To a nunnery go, and quickly too. ¶Farewell.
¶Ophelia O heavenly powers, restore him!
¶Hamlet I have heard of your paintings too well enough. ¶God has given you one face, and you make yourself 1800another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname ¶God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ¶ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. ¶I say we will have no more marriages. Those that are¶married already, but one, shall live; the rest shall keep 1805as they are. To a nunnery, go.
Exit Hamlet.
¶Ophelia Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
¶The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
¶Th'expectancy and rose of the fair state,
¶The glass of fashion and the mold of form,
1810Th'observed of all observers, quite, quite down,
¶And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
¶That sucked the honey of his music vows,
¶Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
¶Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune, and harsh,
1815That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
¶
Enter King and Polonius [stepping forward from concealment].
¶King Love? His affections do not that way tend,
1820Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
¶Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
¶O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
¶And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
¶Will be some danger; which to prevent,
1825I have in quick determination
¶Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
¶For the demand of our neglected tribute.
¶Haply the seas, and countries different,
¶With variable objects, shall expel
1830This something-settled matter in his heart,
¶Whereon his brains still beating, puts him thus
¶From fashion of himself.
What think you on't?
¶Polonius It shall do well. But yet I do believe
¶The origin and commencement of this grief
1835Sprung from neglected love.--How now, Ophelia?
¶You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,
¶We heard it all.--My lord, do as you please,
¶But if you hold it fit, after the play
¶Let his queen-mother all alone entreat him
1840To show his grief. Let her be round with him,
¶And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
¶Of all their conference. If she find him not,
¶To England send him, or confine him where
¶Your wisdom best shall think.
1845King It shall be so.
¶Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
¶
Exeunt.
[3.2]
¶
Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players.
¶Hamlet Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced 1850it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, ¶as many of your players do, I had as lief the town crier ¶had spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with¶ your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very ¶torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of must 1855passion, you acquire and beget a temperance that it ¶may give it smoothness. Oh, offends me to the soul ¶to see a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a ¶passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the ¶groundlings, who for the most part are capable of 1860nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I could ¶have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant. It ¶out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.
¶Player I warrant your honor.
¶Hamlet Be not too tame, neither, but let your own 1865discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, with ¶the word to the action, this special observance: ¶that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. For ¶anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose¶end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold as 'twere 1870the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own ¶feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and ¶body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this ¶overdone, or come tardy off, though it makes the ¶unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve, the 1875censure of the which one must in your allowance ¶o'erweigh a whole theater of others. Oh, there be players¶that I have seen play, and heard praise, and that ¶highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having ¶the accent of Christians nor the gate of Christian, pagan, 1880or Norman, have so strutted and bellowed that I have¶thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, ¶and not made them well, they imitated humanity so ¶abhominably.
¶Player I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.
¶Hamlet Oh, reform it altogether. And let those that ¶play your clowns speak no more than is set down for¶them; for there be of them will themselves laugh, ¶to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh 1890 too, though in the meantime some necessary question ¶of the play be then to be considered. That's villainous, and ¶shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses¶ it. Go make you ready.
Exit Players.
¶
Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
1895How now, my lord,
¶Will the King hear this piece of work?
¶Polonius And the Queen too, and that presently.
¶Hamlet Bid the players make haste.
Exit Polonius. ¶Will you two help to hasten them?
1900Rosencrantz We will, my lord.
Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
¶
Enter Horatio.
¶Hamlet What ho, Horatio!
¶Horatio Here, sweet lord, at your service.
¶Hamlet Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
1905As e'er my conversation coped withal.
¶Horatio Oh, my dear lord--
¶Hamlet Nay, do not think I flatter,
¶For what advancement may I hope from thee
¶That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
1910To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?
¶No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp
¶And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
¶Where thrift may follow feigning. Dost thou hear?
¶Since my dear soul was mistress of my choice
1915And could of men distinguish, her election
¶Hath sealed thee for herself, for thou hast been
¶As one in suff'ring all that suffers nothing,
¶A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards
¶Hath ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those
1920Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
¶That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
¶To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
¶That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
¶In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
1925As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--
¶There is a play to night before the King.
¶One scene of it comes near the circumstance
¶Which I have told thee of my father's death.
¶I prithee, when thou see'st that act afoot,
1930Even with the very comment of thy soul
¶Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt
¶Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
¶It is a damnèd ghost that we have seen,
¶And my imaginations are as foul
1935As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note,
¶For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
¶And after we will both our judgments join
¶In censure of his seeming.
¶Horatio Well, my lord,
1940If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing
¶And scape detected, I will pay the theft.
¶King How fares our cousin Hamlet?
¶Hamlet Excellent, i'faith, of the chameleon's dish; I eat 1950the air, promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so.
¶Hamlet And what did you enact?
¶Rosencrantz Ay, my lord, they stay upon your patience.
¶Queen Come hither, my good Hamlet, sit by me.
¶Hamlet No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
¶Ophelia No, my lord.
¶Hamlet I mean, my head upon your lap.
¶Ophelia Ay, my lord.
1970Hamlet Do you think I meant country matters?
¶Ophelia I think nothing, my lord.
¶Hamlet That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
¶Ophelia What is, my lord?
¶Hamlet Nothing.
1975Ophelia You are merry, my lord.
¶Hamlet Who, I?
¶Ophelia Ay, my lord.
¶Hamlet Oh, God, your only jig-maker. What should ¶a man do but be merry? For look you how 1980cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two ¶hours.
¶Ophelia Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
¶Hamlet So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, ¶for I'll have suit of sables. Oh, heavens! Die two 1985months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a ¶great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. ¶But, by'r Lady, he must build churches then, or else shall he ¶suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose ¶epitaph is, "For oh, for oh, the hobby-horse is forgot."
1990
Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters.
¶
Enter [Players as] a King and Queen very lovingly, the Queen ¶embracing him. She kneels and makes show of protestation unto He ¶him. takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck. ¶Lays him down upon a bank of flowers. She, seeing him 1995asleep, leaves him. Anon come in fellow, takes off his ¶crown, kisses it, pours poison in the King's ears, and ¶exits. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and ¶makes passionate action. The poisoner, with some two or ¶three mutes, comes in again, seem to lament with her. 2000The dead body is carried away. The poisoner woos the ¶Queen with gifts. She seems loath and unwilling awhile, ¶but in the end accepts love. Exeunt [Players].
¶Ophelia What means this, my lord?
2010Ophelia Will they tell us what this show meant?
¶Hamlet Ay, or any show that you will show him. Be not ¶you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it ¶means.
¶
Enter [a Player as] Prologue.
¶[Prologue] For us and for our tragedy,
¶Here stooping to your clemency,
¶We beg your hearing patiently.
[Exit.]
2020Hamlet Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
¶Ophelia 'Tis brief, my lord.
¶Hamlet As woman's love.
¶
Enter [two Players as] King and his Queen.
¶Player King Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
2025Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbèd ground,
¶And thirty dozen moons with borrowed sheen
¶About the world have times twelve thirties been
¶Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
¶Unite commutual in most sacred bands.
2030Player Queen So many journeys may the sun and moon
¶Make us again count o'er, ere love be done!
¶But woe is me, you are so sick of late,
¶So far from cheer and from your former state,
¶That I distrust you, Yet though I distrust,
2035Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must.
¶For women's fear and love hold quantity;
¶In neither aught, or in extremity.
¶Now what my love is, proof hath made you know,
¶And as my love is sized, my fear is so.
2040Player King Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
¶My operant powers my functions leave to do.
¶And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
¶Honored, beloved; and haply one as kind
¶For husband shalt thou--
2045Player Queen Oh, confound the rest!
¶Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
¶In second husband let me be accurst!
¶None wed the second but who killed the first.
¶Hamlet Wormwood, wormwood.
2050Player Queen The instances that second marriage move
¶Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
¶A second time I kill my husband dead
¶When second husband kisses me in bed.
¶Player King I do believe you think what now you speak,
2055But what we do determine, oft we break.
¶Purpose is but the slave to memory,
¶Of violent birth, but poor validity,
¶Which now the fruit unripe sticks on the tree,
¶But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
2060Most necessary 'tis that we forget
¶To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt.
¶What to ourselves in passion we propose,
¶The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
¶The violence of either grief or joy
2065Their own enactors with themselves destroy.
¶Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
¶Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
¶This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
¶That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
2070For 'tis a question left us yet to prove
¶Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
¶The great man down, you mark his favorite flies;
¶The poor advanced makes friends of enemies;
¶And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
2075For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
¶And who in want a hollow friend doth try
¶Directly seasons him his enemy.
¶But orderly to end where I begun,
¶Our wills and fates do so contrary run
2080That our devices still are overthrown;
¶Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
¶So think thou wilt no second husband wed,
¶But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
¶Player Queen Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
2085Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
¶Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
¶Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!
¶Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
¶If once a widow, ever I be wife!
2090Hamlet If she should break it now!
¶My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
¶The tedious day with sleep.
2095Player Queen Sleep rock thy brain,
[The Player King] sleeps.
¶And never come mischance between us twain!
Exit [Player Queen].
¶Hamlet Madam, how like you this play?
¶Queen The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
¶Hamlet Oh, but she'll keep her word.
¶King What do you call the play?
2105Hamlet The Mousetrap. Marry, how? Tropically. ¶This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna. ¶Gonzago is the Duke's name, his wife Baptista. You shall see ¶anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of work, but what o' that ? ¶Your majesty and we that have free souls, it touches 2110us not. Let the galled jade winch, our withers are unwrung.
¶Ophelia You are a good chorus, my lord.
¶Ophelia You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
¶Ophelia Still better and worse.
¶Considerate season else no creature seeing,
¶Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
¶With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice invected,
¶Thy natural magic and dire property
2130On wholesome life usurps immediately.
¶
Pours the poison in his ears.
¶Hamlet He poisons him i'th' garden for his estate. His ¶name's Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very choice ¶Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the 2135love of Gonzago's wife.
¶Ophelia The King rises.
¶Hamlet What, frighted with false fire?
¶Queen How fares my lord?
¶Polonius Give o'er the play.
2140King Give me some light. Away!
¶All Lights, lights, lights!
Exeunt. ¶Hamlet and Horatio [remain].
¶Hamlet "Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
¶The heart ungallèd play,
¶Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers--if the rest of ¶my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two provincial ¶roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry 2150of players, sir?
¶Horatio Half a share.
¶Hamlet A whole one, I.
¶For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
¶This realm dismantled was of Jove himself,
2155And now reigns here
¶A very, very pajock.
¶Horatio You might have rhymed.
2160Horatio Very well, my lord.
¶Hamlet Upon the talk of the poisoning?
¶Horatio I did very well note him.
¶
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
¶Hamlet Oh, ha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders.
2165For if the King like not the comedy,
¶Why, then belike he likes it not, perdy.
¶Come, some music.
¶Guildenstern Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
¶Hamlet Sir a whole history.
2170Guildenstern The King, sir--
¶Hamlet Ay, sir, what of him?
¶Guildenstern Is in his retirement, marvelous distempered.
¶Hamlet With drink, sir?
¶Guildenstern No, my lord, rather with choler.
2175Hamlet Your wisdom should show itself more ¶richer to signify this to his doctor, for, for me to put him ¶to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far ¶more choler.
¶Guildenstern Good my lord, put your discourse into some 2180frame, and stare not so wildly from my affair.
¶Hamlet I am tame sir. Pronounce.
¶Hamlet You are welcome.
2185Guildenstern Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of ¶the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a ¶wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment. ¶If not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of ¶my business.
2190Hamlet Sir, I cannot.
¶Rosencrantz What, my lord?
¶Hamlet Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's ¶diseased. But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall ¶command, or rather, you say, my mother. Therefore no more, 2195but to the matter. My mother, you say.
¶Hamlet Oh, wonderful son, that can so astonish a ¶mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this ¶mother's admiration?
Rosencrantz She desires to speak with you in her closet ¶ere you go to bed.
2205Rosencrantz My lord, you once did love me.
¶Hamlet So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
¶Rosencrantz Good my lord, what is your cause of ¶distemper? You do surely bar the door of your own ¶liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend.
2210Hamlet Sir, I lack advancement.
¶Rosencrantz How can that be, when you have the voice of ¶the King himself for your succession in Denmark?
2215
Enter one with a recorder.
Oh, the recorder. Let me see. [He takes the recorder.] To withdraw with you, why¶do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you ¶would drive me into a toil?
¶Guildenstern My lord, I cannot.
¶Hamlet I pray you.
2225Guildenstern Believe me, I cannot.
¶Hamlet I do beseech you.
¶Guildenstern I know no touch of it, my lord.
¶Hamlet 'Tis as easy as lying. Govern these ventages ¶with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your 2230mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. ¶Look you, these are the stops.
¶Hamlet Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing 2235you make of me! You would play upon me, you would ¶seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart ¶of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest ¶note to the top of my compass, and there is much ¶music, excellent voice in this little organ, yet cannot 2240you make it. Why, do you think that I am easier to be ¶played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, ¶though you fret me, you cannot play upon me. [To Polonius, as he enters] God ¶bless you, sir.
¶
Enter Polonius.
¶Polonius By th' mass, and it's like a camel indeed.
2250Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel.
¶Polonius It is backed like a weasel.
¶Hamlet Or like a whale?
¶Polonius Very like a whale.
¶Hamlet Then I will come to my mother by and by.
2255[Aside] They fool me to the top of my bent.
¶[Aloud] I will come by and by.
¶Polonius I will say so.
Exit. ¶"By and by" is easily said. Leave me, friends.
[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
¶'Tis now the very witching time of night,
2260When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breaks out
¶Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,
¶And do such bitter business as the bitter day
¶Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother.
¶O heart, loose not thy nature! Let not ever
2265The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom.
¶Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
¶I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
¶My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
Exit.
[3.3]
¶
Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
¶King I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
¶To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you.
¶I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
2275And he to England shall along with you.
¶The terms of our estate may not endure
¶Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow
¶Out of his lunacies.
¶Guildenstern We will ourselves provide.
2280Most holy and religious fear it is
¶To keep those many many bodies safe
¶That live and feed upon your majesty.
2285With all the strength and armor of the mind
¶To keep itself from noyance, but much more
¶That spirit upon whose spirit depends and rests
¶The lives of many. The cease of majesty
¶Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw
2290What's near it with it. It is a massy wheel
¶Fixed on the summit of the highest mount,
¶To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
¶Are mortised and adjoined, which, when it falls,
¶Each small annexment, petty consequence,
2295Attends the boist'rous rain. Never alone
¶Did the king sigh, but a general groan.
¶King Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage,
¶For we will fetters put upon this fear
¶Which now goes too free-footed.
2300Both We will haste us.
Exeunt gentlemen [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
¶
Enter Polonius.
¶Polonius My lord, he's going to his mother's closet.
¶Behind the arras I'll convey myself
¶To hear the process, I'll warrant she'll tax him home,
2305And, as you said--and wisely was it said--
¶'Tis meet that some more audience then a mother,
¶Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
¶The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege.
¶King Thanks, dear my lord.
[Exit Polonius.]
¶Oh, my offense is rank! It smells to heaven.
¶It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
¶A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
2315Though inclination be as sharp as will;
¶My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
¶And like a man to double business bound
¶I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
¶And both neglect. What if this cursèd hand
2320Were thicker then itself with brother's blood,
¶Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
¶To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
¶But to confront the visage of offense?
¶And what's in prayer but this twofold force,
2325To be forestallèd ere we come to fall,
¶Or pardoned being down? Then I'll look up;
¶My fault is past. But, oh, what form of prayer
¶Can serve my turn? "Forgive me my foul murder"?
¶That cannot be, since I am still possessed
2330Of those effects for which I did the murder:
¶My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
¶May one be pardoned and retain th'offense?
¶In the corrupted currents of this world,
¶Offense's gilded hand may shove by justice,
2335And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
¶Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above:
¶There is no shuffling, there the action lies
¶In his true nature, and we ourselves compelled,
¶Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
2340To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
¶Try what repentance can. What can it not?
¶Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
¶O wretched state, O bosom black as death,
¶O limèd soul, that, struggling to be free,
2345Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay.
¶Bow, stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel,
¶Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
¶All may be well.
[He kneels.]
¶
Enter Hamlet.
2350Hamlet Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,
| ¶And now I'll do't. | |
And so he goes to heaven,
¶A villain kills my father, and for that,
¶I, his sole son, do this same villain send
2355To heaven.
Oh, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
¶ He took my father grossly, full of bread,
¶With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May,
¶And how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven?
¶But in our circumstance and course of thought
2360 'Tis heavy with him. And am I then revenged
¶To take him in the purging of his soul,
¶When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?
No.
[He sheathes his sword.]
¶Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
¶When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
2365Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,
¶At game, swearing, or about some act
¶That has no relish of salvation in't,
¶Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
¶And that his soul may be as damned and black
2370As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.
¶This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
Exit.
¶King
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. ¶Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Exit.
[3.4]
¶
Enter Queen and Polonius.
¶Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
¶And that your grace hath screened and stood between
¶Much heat and him. I'll silence me even here.
2380Pray you, be round with him.
¶Queen I'll warrant you, fear me not.
¶Withdraw, I hear him coming.
[Polonius conceals himself behind the arras.]
¶
Enter Hamlet.
2385Hamlet Now mother, what's the matter?
¶Queen Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
¶Hamlet Mother, you have my father much offended.
¶Queen Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
¶Hamlet Go, go, you question with an idle tongue.
2390Queen Why, how now, Hamlet?
¶Hamlet What's the matter now?
¶Queen Have you forgot me?
¶Hamlet No, by the rood, not so.
¶You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife,
2395And, would it were not so, you are my mother.
¶Queen Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
¶Hamlet Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge.
¶You go not till I set you up a glass
2400Where you may see the inmost part of you.
¶Queen What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
¶Help, help, ho!
¶Hamlet How now, a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
[He stabs through the arras with his rapier.]
[Hamlet] kills Polonius.
¶Queen Oh, me, what hast thou done?
¶Hamlet Nay I know not. Is it the King?
¶Queen Oh, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
¶Hamlet A bloody deed--almost as bad, good mother,
2410As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
¶Queen As kill a king?
¶Hamlet Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
[He parts the arras and discovers the dead Polonius.]
¶Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
¶I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.
2415Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
¶[To the Queen] Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down,
¶And let me wring your heart, for so I shall,
¶If it be made of penetrable stuff,
¶If damnèd custom have not brazed it so
2420That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
¶Queen What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
¶In noise so rude against me?
¶Hamlet Such an act
¶That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
2425Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
¶From the fair forehead of an innocent love
¶And makes a blister there, makes marriage vows
¶As false as dicers' oaths--oh, such a deed
¶As from the body of contraction plucks
2430The very soul, and sweet religion makes
¶A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow,
¶Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
¶With heated visage as against the doom,
¶Is thought-sick at the act.
2435Queen Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud and ¶thunders in the index?
¶The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
¶See what a grace was seated on his brow:
2440Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,
¶An eye like Mars to threaten or command,
¶A station like the herald Mercury
¶New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,
¶A combination and a form indeed
2445Where every god did seem to set his seal
¶To give the world assurance of a man.
¶This was your husband. Look you now what follows:
¶Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear,
¶Blasting his wholesome breath. Have you eyes?
2450Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed
¶And batten on this moor? Have you eyes?
¶You cannot call it love, for at your age
¶The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
¶And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment
2455Would step from this to this? What devil was't
¶That thus hath cozened you at hoodman-blind?
¶ O shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
¶If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
¶To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
2460And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
¶When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,
¶Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
¶As reason pardons will.
¶Queen Oh, Hamlet speak no more!
2465Thou turn'st mine very eyes into my soul,
¶And there I see such black and grainèd spots
¶As will leave there their tinct.
¶Hamlet Nay, but to live
¶In the rank sweat of an enseamèd bed
2470Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love
¶Over the nasty sty!
¶Queen Oh, speak to me no more!
¶These words like daggers enter in my ears.
¶No more, sweet Hamlet.
2475Hamlet A murderer and a villain,
¶A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
¶Of your precedent lord, a vice of kings,
¶A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
¶That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
2480And put it in his pocket--
¶Queen No more!
¶
Enter Ghost.
¶Hamlet A king of shreds and patches--
¶Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
2485You heavenly guards! What would you, gracious figure?
¶Queen Alas, he's mad!
¶Hamlet Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
¶That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
¶Th'important acting of your dread command? Oh, say!
2490Ghost Doe not forget. This visitation
¶Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
¶But look, amazement on thy mother sits.
¶Oh, step between her and her fighting soul!
¶Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
2495Speak to her, Hamlet.
¶Hamlet How is it with you, lady?
¶Queen Alas, how is't with you,
¶That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
¶And with th'incorporal air do hold discourse?
2500Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
¶And, as the sleeping soldiers in th'alarm,
¶Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
¶Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
¶Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
2505Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
¶Hamlet On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
¶His form and cause conjoined, preaching to stones,
¶Would make them capable. [To the Ghost] Do not look upon me,
¶Lest with this piteous action you convert
2510My stern effects. Then what I have to do
¶Will want true color, tears perchance for blood.
¶Queen To whom do you speak this?
¶Hamlet Do you see nothing there?
¶Queen Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
2515Hamlet Nor did you nothing hear?
¶Queen No, nothing but ourselves.
¶Hamlet Why, look you there, look how it steals away!
Exit [Ghost].
2520Queen This is the very coinage of your brain.
¶This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in.
¶Hamlet Ecstasy?
¶My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,
¶And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
2525That I have uttered. Bring me to the test,
¶And I the matter will reword, which madness
¶Would gambol from, Mother, for love of grace,
¶Lay not a flattering unction to your soul
¶That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
2530It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
¶Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
¶Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven,
¶Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,
¶And do not spread the compost o'er the weeds
2535To make them rank. Forgive me this my virtue,
¶For in the fatness of these pursy times
¶Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
¶Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
¶Hamlet Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
¶And live the purer with the other half.
¶Good night. But go not to mine uncle's bed;
¶Assume a virtue if you have it not. Refrain tonight,
2545And that shall lend a kind of easiness
¶To the next abstinence. Once more good night,
¶And when you are desirous to be blest,
¶I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
¶I do repent; but heaven hath pleased it so
2550To punish me with this, and this with me,
¶That I must be their scourge and minister.
¶I will bestow him and will answer well
¶The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
¶I must be cruel only to be kind.
2555This bad begins, and worse remains behind.
¶Queen What shall I do?
¶Hamlet Not this by no means that I bid you do:
¶Let the blunt King tempt you again to bed,
¶Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,
2560And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
¶Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers,
¶Make you to ravel all this matter out
¶That I essentially am not in madness,
¶But mad in craft, 'Twere good you let him know,
2565For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
¶Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
¶Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
¶No, in dispite of sense and secrecy,
¶Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
2570Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
¶To try conclusions, in the basket creep
¶And break your own neck down.
¶Queen Be thou assured, if words be made of breath
¶And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
2575What thou hast said to me.
¶Hamlet I must to England, You know that?
¶Queen Alack, I had forgot.
'Tis so concluded on.
Hamlet
¶This man shall set me packing.
¶I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room.
2580Mother, good night. Indeed, this counselor
¶Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
¶Who was in life a foolish prating knave.--
2585
Exit Hamlet, tugging in Polonius.
[4.1]
¶
Enter King.
¶You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them.
2590Where is your son?
Queen
¶Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!
¶King What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
¶Queen Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
¶Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
2595Behind the arras hearing something stir,
¶He whips his rapier out, and cries, "A rat, a rat!"
¶And in his brainish apprehension kills
¶The unseen good old man.
¶King Oh, heavy deed!
2600It had been so with us had we been there.
¶His liberty is full of threats to all,
¶To you yourself, to us, to everyone.
¶Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answered?
¶It will be laid to us, whose providence
2605Should have kept short, restrained, and out of haunt
¶This mad young man. But so much was our love,
¶We would not understand what was most fit,
¶But like the owner of a foul disease,
¶To keep it from divulging, lets it feed
2610Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
¶Queen To draw apart the body he hath killed,
¶O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
¶Among a mineral of metals base,
¶Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.
2615King Oh, Gertrude, come away!
¶The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch
| ¶Both countenance and excuse. | |
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. | |
| Ho, Guildenstern! | |
¶Friends both, go join you with some further aid.
¶Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
¶And from his mother's closets hath he dragged him.
¶Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
2625Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this.
Exit Gentlemen [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
¶Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends
¶And let them know both what we mean to do
Exeunt.
[4.2]
2630
Enter Hamlet.
¶Hamlet Safely stowed.
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
2635RosencrantzWhat have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
¶Hamlet Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
¶Hamlet Do not believe it.
2640Rosencrantz Believe what?
¶Hamlet That I can keep your counsel and not mine ¶own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what ¶replication should be made by the son of a king?
¶Rosencrantz Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
2645Hamlet Ay, sir, that soaks up the King's countenance, his ¶rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King ¶best service in the end: he keeps them like an apple in ¶the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed. ¶When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but 2650squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
¶Rosencrantz I understand you not, my lord.
¶Hamlet I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
¶Guildenstern A thing, my lord?
Exeunt.
[4.3]
¶
Enter King.
¶King I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
¶How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
¶Yet must not we put the strong law on him;
2665He's loved of the distracted multitude,
¶Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes,
¶And where 'tis so, th'offender's scourge is weighed,
¶But ne'er the offense. To bear all smooth and even,
¶This sudden sending him away must seem
2670Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown
¶By desperate appliance are relieved,
¶Or not at all.
Enter Rosencrantz.
¶King How now, what hath befall'n?
¶Rosencrantz Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord,
2675We cannot get from him.
¶King But where is he?
¶King Bring him before us.
Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern [and Attendants].
¶King Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
¶Hamlet At supper.
¶King At supper? Where?
2685Hamlet Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A ¶certain convocation of worms are e'en at him. Your worm ¶is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else ¶to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king ¶and your lean beggar is but variable service to dishes, 2690but to one table, that's the end.
¶King What dost thou mean by this?
¶King Where is Polonius?
2695Hamlet In heaven. Send thither to see. If your ¶messenger find him not there, seek him i'th' other place ¶yourself. But if indeed you find him not this month, you ¶shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
2700Hamlet He will stay till ye come.
[Exeunt attendants.]
¶King Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety--
¶Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
¶For that which thou hast done--must send thee hence
¶With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself.
2705The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
¶Th'associates tend, and everything is bent
¶For England.
¶Hamlet For England!
¶King Ay, Hamlet.
2710Hamlet Good.
¶King So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
¶King Thy loving father, Hamlet.
2715Hamlet My mother. Father and mother is man and ¶wife, man and wife is one flesh, and so, my mother. Come,for England!
Exit.
¶King Follow him at foot.
¶Tempt him with speed aboard.
2720Delay it not. I'll have him hence tonight.
¶Away! For everything is sealed and done
¶That else leans on th'affair. Pray you, make haste.
[Exeunt all but the King.]
¶And England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,
¶As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
2725Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
¶After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
¶Pays homage to us, thou mayst not coldly set
¶Our sovereign process, which imports at full
¶By letters conjuring to that effect
2730The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England,
¶For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
¶And thou must cure me. Till I know 'tis done,
¶Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.
Exit.
[4.4]
¶
Enter Fortinbras [and a Captain] with an army.
2735Fortinbras Go, captain, from me greet the Danish King.
¶Tell him that by his license Fortinbras
¶Claims the conveyance of a promised march
¶Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
¶If that his majesty would aught with us,
2740We shall express our duty in his eye;
¶And let him know so.
¶Captain I will do't, my lord.
Exit [with all the rest].
[4.5]
¶
Enter Queen and Horatio.
2745Queen I will not speak with her.
¶Horatio She is importunate,
Indeed, distract. Her mood ¶will needs be pitied.
¶Queen What would she have?
¶Horatio She speaks much of her father, says she hears
2750There's tricks i'th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,
¶Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt
¶That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
¶Yet the unshapèd use of it doth move
¶The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
2755And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
¶Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
¶Indeed would make one think there would be thought,
¶Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
¶Queen 'Twere good she were spoken with,
2760For she may strew dangerous conjectures
¶In ill-breeding minds. Let her come in.
¶[Aside] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
¶Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
¶So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
2765It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
¶
Enter Ophelia, distracted.
¶Ophelia Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
¶Queen How now, Ophelia?
2770By his cockle hat and staff, and his sandal shoon.
¶Queen Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
¶Ophelia Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
¶At his head a grass-green turf, at his heels a stone.
2775
Enter King.
¶Queen Nay, but Ophelia--
¶Queen Alas, look here, my lord.
¶Which bewept to the ground did not go¶With true-love showers.
¶King How do ye, pretty lady?
¶Ophelia Well God dild you. They say the owl was 2785a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but ¶know not what we may be. God be at your table!
¶King Conceit upon her father.
All in the morning betime,¶And I a maid at your windowTo be your Valentine.¶Then up he rose, and donned his clothes, and dupped the chamber door,¶Let in the maid, that out a maid never departed more.
¶King Pretty Ophelia--
2795Ophelia Indeed, la! Without an oath I'll make an end on't.
¶Alack, and fie for shame!¶Young men will do't if they come to't;¶By Cock, they are too blame.¶ "So would I ha 'done, by yonder sun,¶An thou hadst not come to my bed."
¶King How long hath she been thus?
2805Ophelia I hope all will be well. We must be patient. ¶But I cannot choose but weep to think they should ¶lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother shall know of it. ¶And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my ¶coach! Good night, ladies, good night. sweet ladies, 2810good night, good night.
Exit.
[Exit Horatio.]
¶Oh, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs
¶All from her father's death. Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,
2815When sorrows come, they come not single spies
¶But in battalias. First, her father slain;
¶Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
¶Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
¶Thick and unwholesome in thoughts and whispers
2820For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
¶In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
¶Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
¶Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
¶Last, and as much containing as all these,
2825Her brother is in secret come from France,
¶Keeps on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
¶And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
¶With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
¶Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
2830Will nothing stick our persons to arraign
¶In ear and ear. Oh, my dear Gertrude, this,
¶Like to a murdering piece, in many places
¶Gives me superfluous death.
2835Queen Alack, what noise is this?
¶King Attend! Where are my Switzers,?
¶ Let them guard the door. What is the matter?
¶Messenger Save yourself, my lord!
¶The ocean, overpeering of his list,
2840Eats not the flats with more impiteous haste
¶Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
¶O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord,
¶And, as the world were now but to begin,
¶Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
2845The ratifiers and props of every word,
¶They cry, "Choose we! Laertes shall be king!"
¶Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds:
¶"Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!"
¶Queen How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
2850Oh, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
¶
Noise within. Enter Laertes.
¶King The doors are broke.
¶Laertes Where is this king?--Sirs, stand you all without.
2855Laertes I pray you, give me leave.
¶Laertes I thank you. Keep the door.-- O thou vile king,
¶Give me my father!
¶Queen Calmly, good Laertes.
2860Laertes That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
¶Cries "Cuckold!" to my father, brands the harlot
¶Even here between the chaste unsmirchèd brow
¶Of my true mother.
2865King What is the cause, Laertes,
¶That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?--
¶Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
¶There's such divinity doth hedge a king
¶That treason can but peep to what it would,
2870Acts little of his will.--Tell me, Laertes,
¶Why thou art thus incensed?--Let him go, Gertrude.--
¶Speak, man.
¶Laertes Where's my father?
¶King Dead.
2875Queen But not by him.
¶King Let him demand his fill.
¶Laertes How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with.
¶To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!
¶Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
2880I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
¶That both the worlds I give to negligence,
¶Let come what comes, only I'll be revenged
¶Most throughly for my father.
¶King Who shall stay you?
2885Laertes My will, not all the world.
¶And for my means, I'll husband them so well
¶They shall go far with little.
2890Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
¶That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
¶Winner and loser?
¶Laertes None but his enemies,
¶King Will you know them, then?
2895Laertes To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
¶And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
¶Repast them with my blood.
¶King Why, now you speak
¶Like a good child and a true gentleman.
2900That I am guiltless of your father's death,
¶And am most sensible in grief for it,
¶It shall as level to your judgment pierce
| ¶As day does to your eye. | |
| ¶ A noise within. | |
| Let her come in. | |
2905
Enter Ophelia
¶Laertes How now, what noise is that?
¶O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
¶Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
¶By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight
2910Till our scale turns the beam. O rose of May,
¶Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
¶O heavens, is't possible a young maid's wits
¶Should be as mortal as a poor man's life?
¶Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine
2915It sends some precious instance of itself
¶After the thing it loves.
¶Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny,¶And in his grave rains many a tear.
2920Fare you well, my dove.
It could not move thus.
¶Ophelia You must sing "down, a-down," an you call ¶him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it! It is 2925the false steward that stole his master's daughter.
¶Laertes This nothing's more than matter.
¶Ophelia There's rosemary; that's for remembrance.¶Pray, love, remember. And there is pansies; that's for ¶thoughts.
¶Ophelia There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for ¶you, and here's some for me. We may call it herb-grace o'Sundays. ¶Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would 2935give you some violets, but they withered all when my father ¶died. They say he made a good end.
[She sings.]
¶For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
.
¶Laertes Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
2940She turns to favor and to prettiness.
¶And will he not come again?¶No, no, he is dead, go to thy deathbed,¶He never will come again.2945His beard as white as snow,¶All flaxen was his poll.¶He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away moan.¶Gramercy on his soul!
¶and of all Christians' souls, I pray God.
2950God buy you!
Exeunt Ophelia [and the Queen, following her].
¶Laertes Do you see this, you gods?
¶King Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
¶Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
¶Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
2955And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.
¶If by direct or by collateral hand
¶They find us touched, we will our kingdom give,
¶Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours
¶To you in satisfaction; but if not,
2960Be you content to lend your patience to us,
¶And we shall jointly labor with your soul
¶To give it due content.
¶Laertes Let this be so.
¶His means of death, his obscure burial--
2965No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
¶No noble rite, nor formal ostentation--
¶Cry to be heard as 'twere from heaven to earth,
¶That I must call in question.
¶King So you shall,
2970And where th'offense is, let the great ax fall.
¶I pray you go with me.
Exeunt.
[4.6]
¶
Enter Horatio with an Attendant.
¶Horatio What are they that would speak with me?
¶Servingman Sailors, sir. They say they have letters for you.
2975Horatio Let them come in.
[Exit Servingman.]
¶
Enter Sailor [with one or more companions].
¶Sailor God bless you, sir.
2980Horatio Let him bless thee too.
¶Sailor He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter came ¶for you, sir. It comes from th'ambassadors that was ¶bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
[He gives a letter.]
¶Horatio Reads the letter.
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these ¶fellows some means to the King; they have letters ¶for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very ¶warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too 2990slow of sail, we put on a compelled valor. In the grapple, I ¶boarded them. On the instant they got clear of our ship, so ¶I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like to ¶thieves of mercy, but they knew what they did. I am do ¶a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have 2995sent, and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldest ¶fly death. I have words to speak in your ear will make thee are ¶dumb, yet they much too light for the bore of the matter. ¶These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz ¶and Guildenstern hold their course for England. Of them 3000I have much to tell thee. Farewell. ¶He that thou knowest thine, ¶Hamlet.
¶[Horatio] Come, I will give you way for these your letters,
¶And do't the speedier that you may direct me
3005To him from whom you brought them.
Exit [with the sailors].
[4.7]
¶
Enter King and Laertes.
¶King Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
¶And you must put me in your heart for friend,
¶Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
3010That he which hath your noble father slain
¶Pursued my life.
¶Laertes It well appears. But tell me
¶Why you proceed not against these feats
¶So criminal and so capital in nature,
3015As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else,
¶You mainly were stirred up.
¶King Oh for two special reasons,
¶Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed,
¶But yet to me they are strong. The Queen his mother
3020Lives almost by his looks, and for myself--
¶My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
¶She's so conjunctive to my life and soul
¶That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
¶I could not but by her. The other motive
3025Why to a public count I might not go
¶Is the great love the general gender bear him,
¶Who. dipping all his faults in their affection,
¶Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
¶Convert his gyves to graces, so that my arrows.
3030Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind,
¶Would have reverted to my bow again,
¶But not where I had armed them.
¶Laertes And so have I a noble father lost,
¶A sister driven into desperate terms,
3035Who has, if praises may go back again,
¶Stood challenger on mount of all the age
¶For her perfections. But my revenge will come.
3040That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
¶That we can let our beard be shook with danger
¶And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.
¶I loved your father, and we love ourself,
¶And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--
3045
Enter a Messenger [with letters].
¶King How now? What news?
[He gives letters.]
¶King From Hamlet? Who brought them?
3050Messenger Sailors, my lord, they say. I saw them not.
¶They were given me by Claudio. He received them.
Exit Messenger.
¶Hamlet.
¶[King] What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
3060Or is it some abuse? Or no such thing?
¶Laertes Know you the hand?
¶King 'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked!"
And in a ¶postscript here he says "alone."
Can you advise me?
¶Laertes I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come.
3065It warms the very sickness in my heart
¶That I shall live and tell him to his teeth
¶"Thus didest thou."
¶King If it be so, Laertes--
As how should it be so, ¶how otherwise?--
Will you be ruled by me?
3070Laertes If so you'll not o'errule me to a peace.
¶King To thine own peace. If he be now returned
¶As checking at his voyage, and that he means
¶No more to undertake it, I will work him
¶To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
3075Under the which he shall not choose but fall;
¶And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
¶But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
¶And call it accident. Some two months hence
¶Here was a gentleman of Normandy.
3080I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
¶And they ran well on horseback, but this gallant
¶Had witchcraft in't; he grew into his seat,
¶And to such wondrous doing brought his horse
¶As had he been incorpsed and demi-natured
3085With the brave beast. So far he topped my thought
¶That I in forgery of shapes and tricks
¶Come short of what he did.
¶Laertes A Norman was't?
¶King A Norman.
3090Laertes Upon my life, Lamound.
¶King The very same.
¶Laertes I know him well. He is the brooch indeed
¶And gem of all our nation.
¶King He made confession of you,
3095And gave you such a masterly report
¶For art and exercise in your defense,
¶And for your rapier most especially,
¶That he cried out 'twould be a sight indeed
¶If one could match you, sir. This report of his
3100Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
¶That he could nothing do but wish and beg
¶Your sudden coming o'er to play with him.
¶Now, out of this--
¶Laertes What out of this, my lord?
3105King Laertes, was your father dear to you?
¶Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
¶A face without a heart?
¶Laertes Why ask you this?
¶King Not that I think you did not love your father,
3110But that I know love is begun by time,
¶And that I see, in passages of proof,
¶Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
¶Hamlet comes back. What would you undertake
¶To show yourself your father's son indeed,
3115More than in words?
¶Laertes To cut his throat i'th' church.
¶King No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize.
¶Revenge should have no bounds. But good Laertes,
¶Will you do this: keep close within your chamber.
3120Hamlet returned shall know you are come home.
¶We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
¶And set a double varnish on the fame
¶The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together.
¶And wager o'er your heads. He being remiss,
3125Most generous, and free from all contriving,
¶Will not peruse the foils, so that with ease,
¶Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
¶A sword unbated, and in a pace of practice
¶Requite him for your father.
3130Laertes I will do't,
¶And for purpose I'll anoint my sword.
¶I bought an unction of a mountebank
¶So mortal I but dipped a knife in it,
¶Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
3135Collected from all simples that have virtue
¶Under the moon, can save the thing from death
¶That is but scratched withal. I'll touch my point
¶With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
¶It may be death.
3140King Lets further think of this.
¶Weigh what convenience both of time and means
¶May fit us to our shape. If this should fail,
¶And that our drift look through our bad performance,
¶'Twere better not assayed. Therefore this project
3145Should have a back or second, that might hold
¶If this should blast in proof. Soft, let me see.
¶We'll make a solemn wager on your comings--
¶I ha't! When in your motion you are hot and dry--
¶As make your bouts more violent to that end--
3150And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
¶A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
¶If he by chance escape your venomed stuck,
¶Our purpose may hold there.--How, sweet Queen?
¶
Enter Queen.
3155Queen One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
¶So fast they'll follow. Your sister's drowned, Laertes.
¶Laertes Drowned! Oh, where?
¶Queen There is a willow grows aslant a brook
¶That shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream.
3160There with fantastic garlands did she come,
¶Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
¶That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
¶But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
¶There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
3165Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,
¶When down her weedy trophies and herself
¶Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
¶And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up,
¶Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
3170As one incapable of her own distress,
¶Or like a creature native and endued
¶Unto that element. But long it could not be
¶Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
¶Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
3175To muddy death.
¶Laertes Alas, then, she is drowned?
¶Queen Drowned, drowned.
¶Laertes Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
¶And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
3180It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
¶Let shame say what it will. [He weeps].When these are gone,
¶The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord.
¶I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze,
¶But that this folly douts it.
Exit.
3185King Let's follow, Gertrude.
¶How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Exeunt.
[5.1]
¶
Enter two Clowns [with spades and mattocks].
¶Other I tell thee she is; therefore make her grave ¶straight. The crowner hath sat on her, and finds it 3195Christian burial.
Clown How can that be, unless she drowned herself in ¶her own defense?
¶Other Why, 'tis found so.
¶Clown It must be se offendendo , it cannot be else. For ¶here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it 3200argues an act, and an act hath three branches: it is an ¶act, to do, and to perform. Argal, she drowned herself ¶wittingly.
¶Other Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.
¶Clown Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. 3205Here stands the man; good. If the man go to this ¶water and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; ¶mark you that? But if the water come to him and drown ¶him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not ¶guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
3210Other But is this law?
¶Clown Ay, marry, is't, crowner's quest law.
¶Other Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not ¶been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried ¶out of Christian burial.
3215Clown Why, there thou say'st, and the more pity that ¶great folk should have countenance in this world to ¶drown or hang themselves more then their ¶even-Christen. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen ¶but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers. They hold up 3220Adam's profession.
¶Other Was he a gentleman?
¶Clown He was the first that ever bore arms.
¶Other Why, he had none.
¶Clown Why, art a heathen? How dost thou 3225understand the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digged. ¶ Could he did without arms? I'll put another ¶question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the purpose, ¶confess thyself--
¶Other Go to.
¶Clown I like thy wit well, in good faith, the gallows 3235does well. But how does it well? It does well to those ¶that do ill. Now, thou dost ill to say the gallows is ¶built stronger than the church. Argal, the gallows ¶may do well to thee. To't again, come.
¶Clown Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
¶Other Marry, now I can tell.
¶Clown To't.
¶Other Mass, I cannot tell.
3245
Enter Hamlet and Horatio afar off.
¶Clown Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your ¶dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and when ¶you are asked this question next, say "a grave-maker." The ¶houses he makes lasts till doomsday. Go, get thee 3250to Youghan, fetch me a stoop of liquor.
[Exit Second Clown. The First Clown digs.]
¶
Sings.
¶
In youth when I did love, did love,
\¶Methought it was very sweet¶To contract--oh--the time for--a--my behove,3255Oh, methought there--a-- was nothing--a-- meet.
¶Clown
Clown sings. But age with his stealing steps
¶Hath clawed me in his clutch,3265And hath shipped me into the land,¶As if I had never been such.
[He throws up a skull.]
¶Hamlet That skull had a tongue in it and could sing ¶once. How the knave jowls it to th' ground, as if it ¶were Cain's jawbone, that did the first murder! It 3270 might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now ¶o'erreaches, one that would circumvent God, might it not?
¶Horatio It might, my lord.
¶Hamlet Or of a courtier, which could say, "Good ¶morrow, sweet lord, how dost thou, sweet lord?" This 3275might be my Lord Such-a-one, that praised my Lord ¶Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it, might it not?
¶Horatio Ay, my lord.
¶Hamlet Why, e'en so. And now my Lady Worm's, ¶chapless, and knocked about the mazard with a sexton's 3280spade. Here's fine revolution, if we had the trick to ¶see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but ¶to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think ¶on't.
¶Clown
Song.
A pickax and a spade, a spade,
¶For and a shrouding sheet;¶Oh, a pit of clay for to be made¶For such a guest is meet.
[He throws up another skull.]
¶Hamlet There's another. Why may not that be the 3290skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now? His ¶quillets? His cases? His tenures, and his tricks? Why ¶does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about ¶the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of ¶his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's 3295time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his ¶recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. ¶ Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his ¶recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his ¶vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and 3300double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of ¶indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this box, and must th'inheritor himself ¶have no more? Ha?
¶Horatio Not a jot more, my lord.
3305Hamlet Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
¶Horatio Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too.
¶Hamlet They are sheep and calves which seek out ¶assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow.--Whose grave's ¶this, sir?
3310Clown Mine, sir.
Oh, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet/
¶Hamlet I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
¶Clown You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours. 3315For my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
¶Hamlet Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. ¶'Tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou ¶liest.
¶Hamlet What man dost thou dig it for?
¶Clown For no man, sir.
¶Hamlet What woman, then?
¶Clown For none, neither.
3325Hamlet Who is to be buried in't?
¶Hamlet [To Horatio] How absolute the knave is! We must speak ¶by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the 3330Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it, ¶the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant ¶comes so near the heels of the courtier he galls his ¶kibe.--How long hast thou been grave-maker?
¶Clown Of the days i'th' year, I came to't that day 3335that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortiinbras.
¶Hamlet How long is that since?
¶Clown Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. ¶It was the very day that young Hamlet was born--he into ¶that was mad and sent into England.
3340Hamlet Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
¶Clown Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his ¶wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there.
¶Hamlet Why?
¶Clown 'Twill not be seen in him. There the men are as mad as he.
¶Hamlet How came he mad?
¶Clown Very strangely, they say.
¶Hamlet How, strangely?
¶Clown Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
3350Hamlet Upon what ground?
¶Hamlet How long will a man lie i'th' earth ere he rot?
¶Clown Faith, if he be not rotten before 'a die--as we have 3355many pocky corses that will scarce hold ¶the laying in--he will last you some eight year, or nine ¶year. A tanner will last you nine year.
¶Hamlet Why he more than another?
¶Clown Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade that 3360he will keep out water a great while; and your water ¶is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. [He picks up a skull.] Here's a skull ¶now. This skull hath lain i'th' earth tree-and-twenty years.
¶Hamlet Whose was it?
¶Hamlet Nay, I know not.
¶Clown A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A poured a ¶flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, ¶sir, this same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the King's jester.
3370Hamlet This?
¶Clown E'en that.
¶Hamlet Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, ¶Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He ¶hath bore me on his back a thousand times; and how 3375abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here ¶hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.-- ¶Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your ¶songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to ¶set the table on a roar? No one now to mock your own 3380jeering? Quite chop-fall'n? Now get you to my lady's ¶chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this ¶favor she must come. Make her laugh at that. ¶Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
¶Horatio What's that, my lord?
3385Hamlet Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i'th' earth?
¶Horatio E'en so.
¶Hamlet And smelt so? Pah!
¶Horatio E'en so, my lord.
3390Hamlet To what base uses we may return, Horatio! ¶Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of ¶Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole?
¶Horatio 'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.
¶Hamlet No, faith, not a jot. But to follow him thither with modesty 3395enough, and likelihood to lead it, as thus: ¶Alexander died; Alexander was buried; Alexander ¶returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make ¶loam, and why of that loam whereto he was ¶converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
3400Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay,
¶Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
¶Oh, that that earth which kept the world in awe
¶Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw!
¶But soft, but soft, aside! Here comes the King,
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, and a coffin [of Ophelia, in funeral procession, with a Priest], with Lords attendant.
¶The Queen, the courtiers. Who is that they follow,
¶And with such maimèd rites? This doth betoken,
¶The corse they follow did with desperate hand
3410Fordo it own life. 'Twas some estate.
¶Couch we awhile and mark.
[Hamlet and Horatio conceal themselves. Ophelia's body is taken to the grave.]
¶Laertes What ceremony else?
¶Laertes What ceremony else?
3415Priest Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
¶As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful,
¶And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
¶She should in ground unsanctified been lodged
¶Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,
3420Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her;
¶Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites,
¶Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
¶Of bell and burial.
¶Laertes Must there no more be done?
3425Priest No more be done.
¶We should profane the service of the dead
¶To sing sage requiem and such rest to her
¶As to peace-parted souls.
¶Laertes Lay her i'th' earth,
3430And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
¶May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
¶A minist'ring angel shall my sister be
¶When thou liest howling.
¶I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife.
¶I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid,
¶And not have strewed thy grave.
¶Laertes Oh, terrible woe
3440Fall ten times treble on that cursèd head
¶Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
¶Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
¶Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
Leaps in the grave.
3445Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
¶Till of this flat a mountain you have made
¶To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
¶Of blue Olympus.
3450Bears such an emphasis, whose phrase of sorrow
¶Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
¶Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
¶Hamlet the Dane.
3455Hamlet Thou pray'st not well. I prithee take thy fingers from my throat.
¶Sir, though I am not splenitive and rash,
¶Yet have I in me something dangerous,
¶Which let thy wiseness fear. Away thy hand!
3460King Pluck them asunder.
¶Queen Hamlet, Hamlet!
¶Horatio Good my lord, be quiet.
[Hamlet and Horatio are parted.]
¶Hamlet Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
¶Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
3465Queen Oh, my son, what theme?
¶Hamlet I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
¶Could not with all their quantity of love
¶Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
¶King Oh, he is mad, Laertes.
3470Queen For love of God, forbear him.
¶Hamlet Come, show me what thou'lt do.
¶Woo't weep? Woo't fight? Woo't tear thyself?
¶Woo't drink up eisil? Eat a crocodile?
¶I'll do't. Dost come here to whine?
3475To outface me with leaping in her grave?
¶Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
¶And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
¶Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
¶Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
3480Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
¶I'll rant as well as thou.
¶Queen This is mere madness,
¶And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
¶Anon, as patient as the female dove
3485When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
¶His silence will sit drooping.
¶Hamlet Hear you, sir,
¶What is the reason that you use me thus?
¶I loved you ever. But it is no matter.
Exit .
¶King I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[Exit Horatio.]
¶[Aside to Laertes] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
¶We'll put the matter to the present push.--
3495Good Gertude, set some watch over your son.--
¶This grave shall have a living monument.
¶An hour of quiet thereby shall we see;
¶Tell then, in patience our proceeding be.
Exeunt.
[5.2]
¶
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
3500Hamlet So much for this, sir. Now shall you see the other.
¶You do remember all the circumstance?
¶Horatio Remember it, my lord?
¶Hamlet Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
¶That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
3505Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly--
¶And praised be rashness for it!--let us know,
¶Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well
¶When our dear plots do fall, and that should teach us
¶There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
3510Rough-hew them how we will.
¶Horatio That is most certain.
¶Hamlet Up from my cabin,
¶My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark,
¶Groped I to find out them; had my desire,
3515Fingered their packet, and in fine withdrew
¶To mine own room again, making so bold,
¶My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
¶Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio--
¶Oh, royal knavery!-- an exact command,
3520Larded with many several sorts of reason,
¶Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
¶With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
¶That on the supervise, no leisure bated,
¶No, not to stay the grinding of the ax,
3525My head should be struck off.
¶Horatio Is't possible?
¶But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
¶Horatio I beseech you.
3530Hamlet Being thus benetted round with villains,
¶Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
¶They had begun the play. I sat me down,
¶Devised a new commission, wrote it fair.
¶I once did hold it, as our statists do,
3535A baseness to write fair, and labored much
¶How to forget that learning, but, sir, now
¶It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know
¶Th'effects of what I wrote?
¶Horatio Ay, good my lord.
3540Hamlet An earnest conjuration from the King,
¶As England was his faithful tributary,
¶As love between them as the palm should flourish,
¶As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
¶And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
3545And many suchlike "as"es of great charge,
¶That on the view and know of these contents,
¶Without debatement further, more or less,
¶He should the bearers put to sudden death,
¶Not shriving time allowed.
3550Horatio How was this sealed?
¶Hamlet Why, even in that was heaven ordinate,.
¶I had my father's signet in my purse,
¶Which was the model of that Danish seal;
¶Folded the writ up in the form of the other,
3555Subscribed it, gave't th'impression, placed it safely,
¶The changeling never known. Now the next day
¶Was our sea fight, and what to this was sement
¶Thou knowest already.
¶Horatio So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
¶Hamlet Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
¶They are not near my conscience. Their debate
Doth by their own insinuation grow.
¶'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
¶Between the pass and fell incensèd points
3565Of mighty opposites.
¶Horatio Why, what a King is this!
¶Hamlet Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon?
¶He that hath killed my King and whored my mother,
¶Popped in between th'election and my hopes,
3570Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
¶And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience
¶To quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damned
¶To let this canker of our nature come
¶In further evil?
3575Horatio It must be shortly known to him from England
¶What is the issue of the business here.
¶Hamlet It will be short.
¶ The interim's mine, and a man's life's no more
Than to say one. But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
¶That to Laertes I forgot myself,
3580For by the image of my cause I see
The portraiture of his. I'll count his favors.
But sure the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Horatio
Peace, who comes here?
¶
Enter a Courtier [Osric].
¶Osric Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
3590Hamlet [Aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gracious, for 'tis a vice to ¶know him. He hath much land, and fertile. Let a beast ¶be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the King's ¶mess. 'Tis a chough, but, as I say, spacious in the ¶possession of dirt.
3595Osric Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, ¶I should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
¶Hamlet I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put ¶your bonnet to his right use. 'Tis for the head.
¶Osric I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.
¶Osric It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
3605Osric Exceedingly, my lord, it is very sultry, as 'twere--¶I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me ¶signify to you that has laid a great wager on your head. ¶Sir, this is the matter--
3610Osric Nay, in good faith, for mine ease, in good faith. ¶Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at he ¶his weapon.
¶Hamlet What's his weapon?
¶Osric Rapier and dagger.
3615Hamlet That's two of his weapons--but well.
¶Osric The King, sir, hath waged with him six Barbary ¶horses, against the which he imponed, as I take it, six French ¶rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, ¶hangers, and so. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very 3620dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, ¶and of very liberal conceit.
¶Hamlet What call you the carriages?
¶Osric The carriage, sir, are the hangers.
¶Hamlet The phrase would be more germane to the 3625matter if we could carry cannon by our sides; I would ¶it might be "hangers" till then. But on. Six Barbary ¶horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three ¶liberal-conceited carriages: that's the French bet ¶against the Danish. Why is this "imponed," as you call it?
3630Osric The King, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes ¶between you and him, he shall not exceed you three hits. ¶He hath laid on twelve for nine, and that would come to ¶immediate trial, if your lordship would vouchsafe the ¶answer.
3635Hamlet How if I answer no?
¶Hamlet Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please ¶his majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me. Let 3640the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the ¶King hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; if ¶not, I'll gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
¶Osric Shall I redeliver you e'en so?
¶Osric I commend my duty to your lordship.
¶Hamlet Yours, yours. [Exit Osric.] He does well to commend it ¶himself; there are no tongues else for's tongue.
¶Hamlet He did comply with his dug before he ¶sucked it. Thus has he, and many more of the same bevy ¶that I know the drossy age dotes on, only got the tune of ¶the time and outward habit of encounter, a kind of 3655yesty collection, which carries them through and through ¶the most profane and winnowed opinions; and do but blow¶them to their trials, the bubbles are out.
¶Horatio You will lose this wager, my lord.
¶Hamlet I do not think so. Since he went into France, 3660I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the ¶odds. But thou wouldest not think how all here ¶about my heart, but it is no matter.
¶Horatio Nay, good my lord--
¶Hamlet It is but foolery, but it is such a kind of 3665gaingiving as would perhaps trouble a woman.
¶Horatio If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will f¶forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.
¶Hamlet Not a whit, we defy augury. There's special ¶providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not 3670to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it ¶be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all, since no man ¶has aught of what he leaves knows. What is't to leave ¶betimes?
¶King Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
[The King puts Laertes's hand into Hamlet's.]
¶And you must needs have heard, how I am punished
¶With a sore distraction. What I have done
¶That might your nature, honor, and exception
¶Roughly awake, I hear proclaim was madness.
3685Was't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet.
¶If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
¶And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
¶Then Hamlet does it not; Hamlet denies it.
¶Who does it, then? His madness? If't be so,
3690Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged;
¶Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
¶Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
3695That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
¶And hurt my mother.
¶Laertes I am satisfied in nature,
¶Whose motive in this case should stir me most
¶To my revenge. But in my terms of honor
3700I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement,
¶Till by some elder masters of known honor
¶I have a voice and precedent of peace
¶To keep my name ungorged. But all that time
¶I do receive your offered love like love,
3705And will not wrong it.
¶Hamlet I embrace it freely,
¶ And will this brother's wager frankly play.--
¶Give us the foils.--Come on.
¶Laertes Come, one for me.
3710Hamlet I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
¶Your skill shall like a star i'th' darkest night
¶Stick fiery off indeed.
¶Laertes You mock me, sir.
¶Hamlet No, by this hand.
¶. Cousin Hamlet, you know the wager.
¶Hamlet Very well. my lord.
¶Your grace has laid the odds o'th' weaker side.
¶But since he is bettered, we have therefore odds.
[He exchanges his foil for another.]
¶Hamlet This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
Prepare to play.
¶Osric Ay, my good lord.
¶King Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
¶If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
¶Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
3730Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.
¶The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
¶And in the cup an union shall he throw
¶Richer then that which four successive kings
¶And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
¶The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
3740And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
¶Hamlet Come on, sir.
¶Laertes Come on, sir.
They play. [Hamlet scores a hit.]
¶Hamlet One.
¶Laertes No.
3745Hamlet Judgment.
¶Osric A hit, a very palpable hit.
¶Laertes Well, again.
[He drinks, and throws a pearl in Hamlet's cup.]
3750Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.
¶
Trumpets sound, and shot goes off.
¶Hamlet I'll play this bout first. Set it by awhile.
| ¶Come. | |
¶Laertes A touch, a touch, I do confess.
¶Queen He's fat and scant of breath.
¶Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
¶The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
¶Hamlet Good madam.
3760King Gertrude, do not drink.
[She drinks.]
¶Queen Come, let me wipe thy face.
¶I pray you, pass with your best violence;
¶I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
¶Laertes Say you so? Come on.
[They] play.
3775Osric Nothing neither way.
¶Laertes Have at you now!
[Laertes wounds Hamlet with his unbated rapier. They scuffle. Hamlet forces an exchange of rapiers with Laertes, and wounds him.]
¶King Part them! They are incensed.
¶Hamlet Nay, come again.
[The Queen falls.]
3780Osric Look to the Queen there, ho!
¶Osric How is't, Laertes?
3785I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
¶Hamlet How does the Queen?
¶King She swoons to see them bleed.
¶Queen No, no, the drink, the drink.
[She dies.]
¶Hamlet Oh, villainy! Ho, let the door be locked.
¶Treachery! Seek it out.
[Exit Osric. Laertes falls.]
3795No medicine in the world can do thee good;
¶In thee there is not half an hour of life.
¶The treacherous instrument is in my hand,
¶Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice
¶Hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I lie
3800Never to rise again. Thy mother's poisoned.
¶I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.
¶
Hurts the King.
3805All Treason, treason!
¶King Oh, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
¶Damnèd Dane,
¶Drink off this potion. Is the union here?
3810Follow my mother.
King dies.
¶Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
¶Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
3815Nor thine on me!
Dies.
¶Hamlet Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
¶I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu.
¶You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
¶That are but mutes or audience to this act,
3820Had I but time, as this fell sergeant Death
¶Is strict in his arrest, oh, I could tell you--
¶But let it be. Horatio, I am dead,
¶Thou livest. Report me and my causes right
¶To the unsatisfied.
3825Horatio Never believe it.
¶I am more an antique Romaine than a Dane.
¶Here's yet some liquor left.
[He attempts to drink from the poisoned cup, but is prevented by Hamlet.]
¶Hamlet As th'art a man, give me the cup!
¶Let go! By heaven I'll have't.
3830O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
¶Things standing thus unknown, shall I leave behind me!
¶If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
March afar off, and shout within.
¶What warlike noise is this?
¶
Enter Osric.
¶Osric Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
3840To th'ambassadors of England gives this warlike volley.
¶Hamlet Oh, I die, Horatio.
¶The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
¶I cannot live to hear the news from England,
¶But I do prophesy th'election lights
3845On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
¶So tell him, with the occurrents more and less
¶Which have solicited. The rest is silence. Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Dies.
3850And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
[March within.]
¶Why does the drum come hither?
Enter Fortinbras and English] Ambassador, with Drum, ¶Colors, and Attendants].
¶Fortinbras Where is this sight?
3855Horatio What is it ye would see?
¶If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
¶Fortinbras His quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,
¶What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
¶That thou so many princes at a shoot
3860So bloodily hast struck?
¶Ambassador The sight is dismal,
¶And our affairs from England come too late.
¶The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
¶To tell him his commandment is fulfilled,
3865That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead,
¶Where should we have our thanks?
¶Horatio Not from his mouth,
¶Had it th'ability of life to thank you;
¶He never gave commandment for their death.
3870But since so jump upon this bloody question
¶You from the Polack wars and you from England
¶Are here arrived, give order that these bodies
¶High on a stage be placèd to the view,
¶And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world
3875How these things came about. So shall you hear
¶Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
¶Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
¶Of deaths put on by cunning, and forced cause,
¶And in this upshot, purposes mistook
3880Fall'n on the inventors' heads. All this can I
¶Truly deliver.
¶Fortinbras Let us haste to hear it,
¶And call the noblest to the audience.
¶For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
3885I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
¶Horatio Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
¶But let this same be presently performed,
¶On plots and errors happen.
3895Fortinbras Let four captains
¶Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,
¶For he was likely, had he been put on,
3900The soldiers' music and the rites of war
¶Speak loudly for him.
¶Take up the body. Such a sight as this
Exeunt marching, after the which, a peal of ordnance are shot off.
