Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
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Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
¶Ham. Ile go no farther, whither wilt thou leade me?
¶Ghost Marke me.
¶Ham. I will.
695To walke the night, and all the day
¶Confinde in flaming fire,
¶Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature
¶Are purged and burnt away.
¶Ghost Nay pitty me not, but to my vnfolding
Lend thy listning eare, but that I am forbid
¶Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy yong blood,
¶Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
¶And each particular haire to stand on end
705Like quils vpon the fretfull Porpentine,
¶Hamlet, if euer thou didst thy deere father loue.
¶Ham. O God.
¶Ham. Murder.
As in the least tis bad,
¶meditation, or the thought of it, may sweepe to my reuenge.
720On Lethe wharffe: briefe let me be.
¶Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my orchard,
725But know thou noble Youth: he that did sting
¶Thy fathers heart, now weares his Crowne.
¶O wicked will, and gifts! that haue the power
¶But vertne, as it neuer will be moued,
¶So Lust, thought to a radiant angle linckt,
And prey on garbage: but soft, me thinkes
¶I sent the mornings ayre, briefe let me be,
¶Sleeping within my Orchard, my custome alwayes
745In the after noone, vpon my secure houre
¶Thy vncle came, with iuyce of Hebona
¶In a viall, and through the porches of my eares
750Hold such an enmitie with blood of man,
¶The naturall gates and allies of the body,
¶And turnes the thinne and wholesome blood
¶Like eager dropings into milke.
¶And all my smoothe body, barked, and tetterd ouer.
¶Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand
760Of Crowne, of Queene, of life, of dignitie
At once depriued, no reckoning made of,
¶But sent vnto my graue,
¶With all my accompts and sinnes vpon my head,
765O horrible, most horrible!
765.1Ham. O God!
¶But howsoeuer, let not thy heart
¶Leaue her to heauen,
¶And to the burthen that her conscience beares.
To be neere, and gin's to pale his vneffectuall fire:
¶Hamlet adue, adue, adue: remember me.
Exit
¶And shall I couple hell; remember thee?
¶Yes thou poore Ghost; from the tables
¶Of my memorie, ile wipe away all sawes of Bookes,
¶All triuiall fond conceites
¶Yes, yes, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine,
¶Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine,
¶(My tables) meet it is I set it downe,
795So vncle, there you are, there you are.
Now to the words; it is adue adue: remember me,
¶Soe t'is enough I haue sworne.
¶Mar. Lord Hamlet.
¶Hor. Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho.
805Hor. What news my lord?
¶Ham. O wonderfull, wonderful.
¶Hor. Good my lord tel it.
¶Ham. No not I, you'l reueale it.
¶Hor. Not I my Lord by heauen.
810Mar. Nor I my Lord.
Once thinke it? but you'l be secret.
¶Both. I by heauen, my lord.
¶Ham. There's neuer a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke,
815But hee's an arrant knaue.
¶you this.
¶Ham. Right, you are in the right, and therefore
¶I holde it meet without more circumstance at all,
¶As it is, and for my owne poore parte, ile go pray.
¶Hor. Ther's no offence my Lord.
¶Ham. Yes by Saint Patrike but there is Horatio,
830And much offence too, touching this vision,
¶For your desires to know what is betweene vs,
¶Or'emaister it as you may:
And now kind frends, as yon are frends,
¶Schollers and gentlmen,
835Grant mee one poore request.
¶Both. My lord, we will not.
840Hor. In faith my Lord not I.
¶Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith.
845Gho. Sweare.
The Gost vnder the stage.
¶Sweare by my sword.
¶Gost. Sweare.
¶Come hither Gentlemen, and lay your handes
¶Ghost Sweare.
so fast, a worthy Pioner, once more remoue.
¶There are more things in heauen and earth Horatio,
¶Then are Dream't of, in your philosophie,
But come here, as before you neuer shall
¶As I perchance hereafter shall thinke meet,
870With Armes, incombred thus, or this head shake,
¶As well well, wee know, or wee could and if we would,
¶Or there be, and if they might, or such ambiguous:
¶Giuing out to note, that you know aught of mee,
875This not to doe, so grace, and mercie
880In all my loue I do commend mee to you,
¶And what so poore a man as Hamlet may,
¶Nay come lett's go together,
¶But stil your fingers on your lippes I pray,
¶That euer I was borne to set it right,
¶Nay come lett's go together.
Exeunt.
