Hamlet (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Hamlet.¶Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
745My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
¶With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
¶And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
750Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,
¶The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body;
¶And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
¶All my smooth Body.
¶Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,
760Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;
¶Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
¶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 beare it not;
¶Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
¶A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.
770Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue
¶Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,
¶To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;
¶The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere,
775And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire:
¶Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me.
Exit._
¶And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart;
780But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee?
¶In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
¶Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
¶Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
¶That youth and obseruation coppied there;
¶And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
¶Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
¶Vnmixt with baser matter; yes, yes, by Heauen:
790Oh most pernicious woman!
¶Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
¶My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it downe,
795So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
¶It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.
¶Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord.
¶
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
¶Mar. Lord Hamlet.
¶Mar. So be it.
¶Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
¶Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.
805Hor. What newes, my Lord?
¶Ham. Oh wonderfull!
¶Hor. Good my Lord tell it.
¶Ham. No you'l reueale it.
¶Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.
810Mar. Nor I, my Lord.
¶But you'l be secret?
¶Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord.
¶Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
815But hee's an arrant knaue.
¶Graue, to tell vs this.
¶Ham. Why right, you are i'th' right;
820I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:
¶Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
¶Looke you, Ile goe pray.
¶Yes faith, heartily.
¶Hor. There's no offence my Lord.
¶Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
830And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:
¶For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
¶O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
¶As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,
835Giue me one poore request.
¶Hor. What is't my Lord? we will.
¶Both. My Lord, we will not.
840Hor. Infaith my Lord, not I.
¶Mar. Nor I my Lord: in faith.
¶penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge
¶Sweare by my sword.
¶Gho. Sweare.
¶Come hither Gentlemen,
855And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
¶Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:
¶Sweare by my Sword.
¶Gho. Sweare.
860A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends.
¶There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,
¶Then are dream't of in our Philosophy. But come,
865Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
¶(As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet
870With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;
¶As well, we know, or we could and if we would,
¶Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,
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