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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: David Bevington
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Hamlet (Modern, Quarto 1)


2738.1
Enter King and Queen.
King Hamlet is shipped for England. Fare him well.
I hope to hear good news from thence ere long,
If everything fall out to our content,
.5As I do make no doubt but so it shall.
Queen God grant it may. Heav'ns keep my Hamlet safe!
2820But this mischance of old Corambis' death
Hath piercèd so the young Ophelia's heart
That she, poor maid, is quite bereft her wits.
King Alas, dear heart! And on the other side
2825We understand her brother's come from France,
2825.1And he hath half the heart of all our land;
And hardly he'll forget his father's death
2828.1Unless by some means he be pacified.
Queen Oh, see where the young Ophelia is!
Enter Ophelia playing on a lute, and her hair 2766.1down, singing.
Ophelia [Sings] How should I your true love know
From another man?
2770By his cockle hat and his staff,
And his sandal shoon.
White his shroud as mountain snow,
2780Larded with sweet flowers,
That bewept to the grave did not go
With true lovers' showers.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone.
At his head a grass green turf,
At his heels a stone.
King How is't with you, sweet Ophelia?
Ophelia Well, God yield you. It grieves me to see how they laid him in the cold ground. I could not choose but weep. [She sings.]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he's gone, And we cast away moan,
And he never will come again.
2945His beard as white as snow;
All flaxen was his poll.
He is dead, he is gone,
And we cast away moan.
God ha' mercy on his soul.
And of all Christen souls, I pray God. God be with you, ladies, God be with you.
Exit Ophelia.
2809.1King A pretty wretch! This is a change indeed.
O Time, how swiftly runs our joys away!
Content on earth was never certain bred.
Today we laugh and live, tomorrow dead. A noise within.
2835How now, what noise is that?
Enter Laertes.
Laertes [To his followers, who are offstage] Stay there until I come.-- O thou vile king, give me my father! Speak, say, where's my father?
King Dead.
Laertes Who hath murdered him? Speak. I'll not be juggled with, for he is murdered.
2875Queen True, but not by him.
Laertes By whom? By heav'n, I'll be resolved. [The Queen attempts to restrain him.]
King Let him go, Gertred. Away! I fear him not.
There's such divinity doth wall a king
That treason dares not look on.
Let him go, Gertred.-- That your father is murdered,
'Tis true, and we most sorry for it,
2901.1Being the chiefest pillar of our state.
Therefore will you, like a most desperate gamester,
Swoopstake-like, draw at friend and foe and all?
2895Laertes To his good friends thus wide I'll ope mine arms
And lock them in my heart, but to his foes
551.1I will no reconcilement but by blood.
King Why, now you speak like a most loving son.
And that in soul we sorrow for his death,
Yourself ere long shall be a witness.
2960Meanwhile, be patient and content yourself.
2905
Enter Ophelia as before.
Laertes Who's this, Ophelia? O my dear sister!
Is't possible a young maid's life
Should be as mortal as an old man's saw?
2913.1O heav'ns themselves! How now, Ophelia?
Ophelia Well, God-a-mercy. I ha' bin gathering of flowers. Here, here is rue for you. You may call it herb-a-grace o'Sundays. Here's some for me, too. You must wear your rue 2935with a difference. There's a daisy. Here, love, there's rosemary for you for remembrance. I pray, love, remember, And there's pansy for thoughts.
2930Laertes A document in madness. Thoughts, remembrance! O God, O God!
Ophelia There is fennel for you. I would ha' giv'n you some violets, but they all withered when my father died. Alas, they say the owl was 2785a baker's daughter. We see what we are, but cannot tell what we shall be.
[She sings]
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Laertes Thoughts and afflictions, torments worse than hell!
Ophelia Nay, love, I pray you make no words of this now. I pray now, you shall sing "a-down," and you "a- down-a." 'Tis o'the King's daughter 2925and the false steward, and if anybody ask you of anything, say you this: [She sings]
2790Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And a maid at your window
To be your Valentine.
The young man rose, And donned his clothes,
And dupped the chamber door,
Let in the maid, That out a maid
Never departed more.
Nay, I pray, mark now: [She sings]
By Gis and by Saint Charity
Away, and fie for shame!
Young men will do't When they come to't;
By Cock, they are too blame.
2800Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed."
"So would I ha' done, By yonder sun,
If thou hadst not come to my bed."
So God be with you all, God b'w'y', ladies. 2950God b'w'y', you, love.
Exit Ophelia.
Laertes Grief upon grief! My father murdered,
My sister thus distracted:
3034.1Cursed be his soul that wrought this wicked act!
King Content you, good Laertes, for a time.
2960.1Although I know your grief is as a flood,
Brimful of sorrow, but forbear awhile,
And think already the revenge is done
On him that makes you such a hapless son.
Laertes You have prevailed, my lord. Awhile I'll strive
2963.1To bury grief within a tomb of wrath,
Which once unhearsed, then the world shall hear
Laertes had a father he held dear.
King No more of that. Ere many days be done, .5You shall hear that you do not dream upon. Exeunt omnes.