Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
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Enter King, Queene, Hamlet, Leartes, Corambis,
¶Nephew to olde Norway, who impudent
¶And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his
¶Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar
¶For bearers of these greetings to olde
Norway, giuing to you no further personall power
Then those related articles do shew:
¶Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie.
220King. Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel:
¶And now Leartes, what's the news with you?
¶Lea. My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence,
231.1Now that the funerall rites are all performed,
¶I may haue leaue to go againe to France,
232.1For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee,
¶Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France.
¶King: Haue you your fathers leaue, Leartes?
240Cor. He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt,
241.1King With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well.
Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue.
¶For your intent going to Wittenberg,
¶Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient,
296.1Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother.
¶Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court,
¶Nor all together mixt with outward semblance,
263.1Is equall to the sorrow of my heart,
272.1Generall ending. Therefore cease laments,
None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die.
¶Stay here with vs, go not to Wittenburg.
¶And there's no health the King shall drinke to day,
¶But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell
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Exeunt all but Hamlet.
Would melt to nothing, or that the vniuersall
313.1Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos!
¶O God, within two months; no not two: married,
330Mine vncle: O let me not thinke of it,
¶My fathers brother: but no more like
My father, then I to Hercules.
¶Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing
Deuoyd of reason would not haue made
Such speede: Frailtie, thy name is Woman,
¶Of appetite had growne by what it looked on.
¶Ere yet the shooes were olde,
¶Like Nyobe, all teares: married, well it is not,
¶Nor it cannot come to good:
¶But breake my heart, for I must holde my tongue.
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you, (Horatio) or I much
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
¶forget my selfe.
350Ham. O my good friend, I change that name with you:
¶but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?
¶Marcellus.
¶Marc. My good Lord.
¶But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?
¶Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart.
¶Sir, I know you are no trowant:
But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?
¶I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding.
¶Hor. Indeede my Lord, it followed hard vpon.
¶ Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funerall bak't meates
¶Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
370Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen
¶Ere euer I had seene that day Horatio;
¶O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father.
¶Hor. Where my Lord?
¶Ham. Why, in my mindes eye Horatio.
¶Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
¶I shall not looke vpon his like againe.
¶Ham. Saw, who?
380Hor. My Lord, the King your father.
¶Ham. Ha, ha, the King my father ke you.
¶With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer,
385This wonder to you.
¶Ham. For Gods loue let me heare it.
¶Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
¶In the dead vast and middle of the night.
390Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father,
¶Armed to poynt, exactly Capapea
¶Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes
395Within his tronchions length,
While they distilled almost to gelly.
¶With the act of feare stands dumbe,
¶And speake not to him: this to mee
¶And I with them the third night kept the watch,
400Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing.
¶Each part made true and good,
¶The Apparition comes: I knew your father,
¶These handes are not more like.
415Hor. As I do liue, my honord lord, tis true,
¶And wee did thinke it right done,
In our dutie to let you know it.
¶Ham. Where was this?
405Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watched.
¶Yet once me thought it was about to speake,
¶And lifted vp his head to motion,
410Like as he would speake, but euen then
¶The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste,
¶Our sight.
¶Hold you the watch to night?
420All We do my Lord.
¶All Armed my good Lord.
¶Ham. From top to toe?
¶All. My good Lord, from head to foote.
¶Hor. O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp.
¶Ham. How look't he, frowningly?
¶Ham. Pale, or red?
430Hor. Nay, verie pal
¶Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you.
¶Ham. I would I had beene there.
¶Hor. It would a much amazed you.
¶Hor. While one with moderate pace
Might tell a hundred.
¶Mar. O longer, longer.
¶Ham. I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe.
¶Hor. I warrant it will.
¶And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen,
450Giue it an vnderstanding, but no tongue,
¶I will requit your loues, so fare you well,
¶Vpon the platforme, twixt eleuen and twelue,
¶Ile visit you.
455Ham. O your loues, your loues, as mine to you,
Farewell, my fathers spirit in Armes,
¶Well, all's not well. I doubt some foule play,
¶Would the night were come,
¶Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies.
Exit.
