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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 1, 1603)

    0.1THE
    Tragicall Historie of
    HAMLET
    Prince of Denmarke
    By William Shake-speare.
    As it hath beene diuerse times acted by his Highnesse ser-
    uants in the Cittie of London: as also in the two V-
    niuersities of Cambridge and Oxford, and else-where
    At London printed for N.L. and Iohn Trundell.
    1603.
    The Tragicall Historie of
    HAMLETPrince of Denmarke.
    Enter Two Centinels.
    1. STand: who is that?
    2. Tis I.
    101. O you come most carefully vpon your watch,
    2. And if you meete Marcellus and Horatio,
    The partners of my watch, bid them make haste.
    1. I will: See who goes there.
    Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
    20Hor. Friends to this ground.
    Mar. And leegemen to the Dane,
    O farewell honest souldier, who hath releeued you?
    1. Barnardo hath my place, giue you good night.
    Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
    2. Say, is Horatio there?
    Hor. A peece of him.
    2. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.
    30Mar. What hath this thing appear'd againe to night.
    2. I haue seene nothing.
    Mar. Horatio sayes tis but our fantasie,
    And wil not let beliefe take hold of him,
    Touching this dreaded sight twice seene by vs,
    35Therefore I haue intreated him a long with vs
    To watch the minutes of this night,
    That if againe this apparition come,
    He may approoue our eyes, and speake to it.
    Hor. Tut, t'will not appeare.
    402. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe
    Assaile your eares that are so fortified,
    What we haue two nights seene.
    Hor. Wel, sit we downe, and let vs heare Bernardo speake
    45of this.
    2. Last night of al, when yonder starre that's west-
    ward from the pole, had made his course to
    Illumine that part of heauen. Where now it burnes,
    50The bell then towling one.
    Enter Ghost.
    Mar. Breake off your talke, see where it comes againe.
    2. In the same figure like the King that's dead,
    Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio.
    552. Lookes it not like the king?
    Hor. Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder.
    2. It would be spoke to.
    Mar. Question it Horatio.
    Hor. What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in
    Which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke did sometimes
    Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake.
    Mar. It is offended. exit Ghost.
    2. See, it stalkes away.
    65Hor. Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee
    speake.
    Mar. Tis gone and makes no answer.
    2. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
    Is not this something more than fantasie?
    70What thinke you on't?
    Hor. Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without
    the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes.
    Mar.
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Mar. Is it not like the King?
    75Hor. As thou art to thy selfe,
    Such was the very armor he had on,
    When he the ambitious Norway combated.
    So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
    He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce,
    80Tis strange.
    Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower,
    With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch.
    Hor. In what particular to worke, I know not,
    But in the thought and scope of my opinion,
    85This bodes some strange eruption to the state.
    Mar. Good, now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes
    Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch,
    So nightly toyles the subiect of the land,
    And why such dayly cost of brazen Cannon
    90And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
    Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
    Does not diuide the sunday from the weeke:
    What might be toward that this sweaty march
    Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
    95Who is't that can informe me?
    Hor. Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so,
    Our late King, who as you know was by Forten-
    Brasse of Norway,
    100Thereto prickt on by a most emulous cause, dared to
    The combate, in which our valiant Hamlet,
    For so this side of our knowne world esteemed him,
    Did slay this Fortenbrasse,
    Who by a seale compact well ratified, by law
    And heraldrie, did forfeit with his life all those
    105His lands which he stoode seazed of by the conqueror,
    Against the which a moity competent,
    Was gaged by our King:
    Now sir, yong Fortenbrasse,
    Of inapproued mettle hot and full,
    B2 Hath
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there,
    115Sharkt vp a sight of lawlesse Resolutes
    For food and diet to some enterprise,
    That hath a stomacke in't: and this (I take it) is the
    Chiefe head and ground of this our watch.
    125 Enter the Ghost.
    But loe, behold, see where it comes againe,
    Ile crosse it, though it blast me: stay illusion,
    If there be any good thing to be done,
    130That may doe ease to thee, and grace to mee,
    Speake to mee.
    If thou art priuy to thy countries fate,
    Which happly foreknowing may preuent, O speake to me,
    Or if thou hast extorted in thy life,
    Or hoorded treasure in the wombe of earth,
    135For which they say you Spirites oft walke in death, speake
    to me, stay and speake, speake, stoppe it Marcellus.
    2. Tis heere. exit Ghost.
    140Hor. Tis heere.
    Marc. Tis gone, O we doe it wrong, being so maiesti-
    call, to offer it the shew of violence,
    For it is as the ayre invelmorable,
    145And our vaine blowes malitious mockery.
    2. It was about to speake when the Cocke crew.
    Hor. And then it faded like a guilty thing,
    Vpon a fearefull summons: I haue heard
    The Cocke, that is the trumpet to the morning,
    150Doth with his earely and shrill crowing throate,
    Awake the god of day, and at his sound,
    Whether in earth or ayre, in sea or fire,
    The strauagant and erring spirite hies
    To his confines, and of the trueth heereof
    155This present obiect made probation.
    Marc. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke,
    Some say, that euer gainst that season comes,
    Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated,
    The
    Prince of Denmarke.
    The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
    160And then they say, no spirite dare walke abroade,
    The nights are wholesome, then no planet frikes,
    No Fairie takes, nor Witch hath powre to charme,
    So gratious, and so hallowed is that time.
    Hor. So haue I heard, and doe in parte beleeue it:
    165But see the Sunne in russet mantle clad,
    Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top,
    Breake we our watch vp, and by my aduise,
    Let vs impart what wee haue seene to night
    Vnto yong Hamlet: for vpon my life
    170This Spirite dumbe to vs will speake to him:
    Do you consent, wee shall acquaint him with it,
    As needefull in our loue, fitting our duetie?
    Marc. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know,
    Where we shall finde him most conueniently.
    Enter King, Queene, Hamlet, Leartes, Corambis,
    and the two Ambassadors, with Attendants.
    King Lordes, we here haue writ to Fortenbrasse,
    Nephew to olde Norway, who impudent
    And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his
    Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch
    Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar
    For bearers of these greetings to olde
    Norway, giuing to you no further personall power
    To businesse with the King,
    Then those related articles do shew:
    Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie.
    Gent. In this and all things will wee shew our dutie.
    220King. Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel:
    And now Leartes, what's the news with you?
    You said you had a sute what i'st Leartes?
    Lea. My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence,
    231.1Now that the funerall rites are all performed,
    B3 I
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    I may haue leaue to go againe to France,
    232.1For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee,
    Yet something is there whispers in my hart,
    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,
    And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue.
    241.1King With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well.
    Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue.
    King. And now princely Sonne Hamlet, Exit.
    What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes?
    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,
    All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne.
    Ham. My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare:
    No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes,
    Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage,
    Nor all together mixt with outward semblance,
    263.1Is equall to the sorrow of my heart,
    Him haue I lost I must of force forgoe,
    These but the ornaments and sutes of woe.
    King This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne Hamlet,
    But you must thinke your father lost a father,
    That father dead, lost his, and so shalbe vntill the
    272.1Generall ending. Therefore cease laments,
    It is a fault gainst heauen, fault gainst the dead,
    A fault gainst nature, and in reasons
    Common course most certaine,
    None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die.
    300Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers H amlet,
    Stay here with vs, go not to Wittenburg.
    Ham. I shall in all my best obay you madam.
    King Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne,
    And there's no health the King shall drinke to day,
    But
    Prince of Denmarke.
    But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell
    310The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince Hamlet.
    Exeunt all but Hamlet.
    Ham. O that this too much grieu'd and sallied flesh
    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.
    Within two months, ere yet the salt of most
    Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing
    In her galled eyes: she married, O God, a beast
    Deuoyd of reason would not haue made
    Such speede: Frailtie, thy name is Woman,
    Why she would hang on him, as if increase
    Of appetite had growne by what it looked on.
    340O wicked wicked speede, to make such
    Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes,
    Ere yet the shooes were olde,
    The which she followed my dead fathers corse
    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.
    Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
    345Hor. Health to your Lordship.
    Ham. I am very glad to see
    you, (Horatio) or I much
    forget my selfe.
    Hor. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.
    350Ham. O my good friend, I change that name with you:
    but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?
    Marcellus.
    Marc. My good Lord.
    355Ham. I am very glad to see you, good euen sirs:
    But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?
    Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart.
    Hor.
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    Hor. A trowant disposition, my good Lord.
    Ham. Nor shall you make mee truster
    360Of your owne report against your selfe:
    Sir, I know you are no trowant:
    But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?
    Hor. My good Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall.
    365Ham. O I pre thee do not mocke mee fellow studient,
    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.
    375Hor. I saw him once, he was a gallant King.
    Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
    I shall not looke vpon his like againe.
    Hor. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight,
    Ham. Saw, who?
    380Hor. My Lord, the King your father.
    Ham. Ha, ha, the King my father ke you.
    Hor. Ceasen your admiration for a while
    With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer,
    Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen
    385This wonder to you.
    Ham. For Gods loue let me heare it.
    Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen,
    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
    Before their weake and feare oppressed eies
    395Within his tronchions length,
    While
    Prince of Denmarke
    While they distilled almost to gelly.
    With the act of feare stands dumbe,
    And speake not to him: this to mee
    In dreadfull secresie impart they did.
    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.
    Ham. Tis very strange.
    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.
    Ham. Did you not speake to it?
    Hor. My Lord we did, but answere made it none,
    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,
    It shruncke in haste away, and vanished
    Our sight.
    Ham. Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me:
    Hold you the watch to night?
    420All We do my Lord.
    Ham. Armed say ye?
    All Armed my good Lord.
    Ham. From top to toe?
    All. My good Lord, from head to foote.
    425Ham. Why then saw you not his face?
    Hor. O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp.
    Ham. How look't he, frowningly?
    Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
    Ham. Pale, or red?
    430Hor. Nay, verie pal
    C H am.
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you.
    Hor. Most constantly.
    Ham. I would I had beene there.
    Hor. It would a much amazed you.
    435Ham. Yea very like, very like, staid it long?
    Hor. While one with moderate pace
    Might tell a hundred.
    Mar. O longer, longer.
    Ham. His beard was grisleld, no.
    440Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life,
    A sable siluer.
    Ham. I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe.
    Hor. I warrant it will.
    Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person,
    445Ile speake to it, if hell it selfe should gape,
    And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen,
    If you haue hither consealed this sight,
    Let it be tenible in your silence still,
    And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night,
    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.
    All. Our duties to your honor. excunt.
    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,
    Till then, sit still my soule, foule deeds will rise
    Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies. Exit.
    Enter Leartes and Ofelia.
    Leart. My necessaries are inbarkt, I must aboord,
    462.1But ere I part, marke what I say to thee:
    I see Prince Hamlet makes a shew of loue
    Beware Ofelia, do not trust his vowes,
    Perhaps he loues you now, and now his tongue,
    Speakes
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Speakes from his heart, but yet take heed my sister,
    The Chariest maide is prodigall enough,
    500If she vnmaske hir beautie to the Moone.
    Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious thoughts,
    Belieu't Ofelia, therefore keepe a loofe
    496.1Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame.
    Ofel. Brother, to this I haue lent attentiue eare,
    And doubt not but to keepe my honour firme,
    But my deere brother, do not you
    510Like to a cunning Sophister,
    Teach me the path and ready way to heauen,
    511.1While you forgetting what is said to me,
    Your selfe, like to a carelesse libertine
    512.1Doth giue his heart, his appetite at ful,
    And little recks how that his honour dies.
    515Lear. No, feare it not my deere Ofelia,
    Here comes my father, occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.
    Enter Corambis.
    520Cor. Yet here Leartes? aboord, aboord, for shame,
    The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,
    And you are staid for, there my blessing with thee
    And these few precepts in thy memory.
    "Be thou familiar, but by no meanes vulgare;
    "Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried,
    "Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele,
    "But do not dull the palme with entertaine,
    530"Of euery new vnfleg'd courage,
    "Beware of entrance into a quarrell; but being in,
    "Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee,
    535"Costly thy apparrell, as thy purse can buy.
    "But not exprest in fashion,
    "For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man.
    And they of France of the chiefe rancke and station
    Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that:
    "This aboue all, to thy owne selfe be true,
    And it must follow as the night the day,
    C2 Thou
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    545Thou canst not then be false to any one,
    Farewel, my blessing with thee.
    Lear. I humbly take my leaue, farewell Ofelia,
    And remember well what I haue said to you. exit.
    Ofel. It is already lock't within my hart,
    And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
    Cor. What i'st Ofelia he hath saide to you?
    555Ofel. Somthing touching the prince Hamlet.
    Cor. Mary wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnderstand,
    That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence
    560Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so,
    As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution
    I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe
    So well as befits my honor, and your credite.
    565Ofel. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue
    to me.
    Cor. Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.
    580Ofel. And withall, such earnest vowes.
    Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks,
    What, do not I know when the blood doth burne,
    How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,
    In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
    575Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.
    Ofel. I shall obay my lord in all I may.
    602.1Cor. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters,
    "For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
    "Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes
    To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire;
    Come in Ofelia, such men often proue,
    601.1"Great in their wordes, but little in their loue.
    Ofel. I will my lord. exeunt.
    Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
    Ham. The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and
    605An nipping winde, what houre i'st?
    Hor. I think it lacks of twelue, Sound Trumpets.
    Mar. No, t'is strucke.
    Hora.
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Hor. Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord?
    Ham. O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse,
    Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp-spring reeles,
    And as he dreames, his draughts of renish downe,
    615The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out,
    The triumphes of his pledge.
    Hor. Is it a custome here?
    Ham. I mary i'st and though I am
    Natiue here, and to the maner borne,
    620It is a custome, more honourd in the breach,
    Then in the obseruance.
    Enter the Ghost.
    Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
    Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs,
    625Be thou a spirite of health, or goblin damn'd,
    Bring with thee ayres from heanen, or blasts from hell:
    Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
    Thou commest in such questionable shape,
    That I will speake to thee,
    Ile call thee Hamlet, King, Father, Royall Dane,
    630O answere mee, let mee not burst in ignorance,
    But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death
    Haue burst their ceremonies: why thy Sepulcher,
    In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd,
    635Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes,
    To cast thee vp againe: what may this meane,
    That thou, dead corse, againe in compleate steele,
    Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone,
    Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature,
    640So horridely to shake our disposition,
    With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules?
    Say, speake, wherefore, what may this meane?
    Hor. It beckons you, as though it had something
    645To impart to you alone.
    Mar. Looke with what courteous action
    It waues you to a more remoued ground,
    C3 But
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    But do not go with it.
    650Hor. No, by no meanes my Lord.
    Ham. It will not speake, then will I follow it.
    Hor. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord.
    660That beckles ore his bace, into the sea,
    And there assume some other horrible shape,
    Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason,
    And driue you into madnesse: thinke of it.
    Ham. Still am I called, go on, ile follow thee.
    665Hor. My Lord, you shall not go.
    Ham. Why what should be the feare?
    I do not set my life at a pinnes fee,
    655And for my soule, what can it do to that?
    Being a thing immortall, like it selfe,
    Go on, ile follow thee.
    Mar. My Lord be rulde, you shall not goe.
    Ham. My fate cries out, and makes each pety Artiue
    670As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue,
    Still am I cald, vnhand me gentlemen;
    By heauen ile make a ghost of him that lets me,
    Away I say, go on, ile follow thee.
    675Hor. He waxeth desperate with imagination.
    Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke.
    Hor. Haue after; to what issue will this sort?
    Mar. Lets follow, tis not fit thus to obey him.
    exit.
    Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
    Ham. Ile go no farther, whither wilt thou leade me?
    Ghost Marke me.
    Ham. I will.
    Ghost I am thy fathers spirit, doomd for a time
    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.
    Ham. Alas poore Ghost.
    Ghost Nay pitty me not, but to my vnfolding
    Lend
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Lend thy listning eare, but that I am forbid
    To tell the secrets of my prison house
    700I would a tale vnfold, whose lightest word
    Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy yong blood,
    Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
    Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
    And each particular haire to stand on end
    705Like quils vpon the fretfull Porpentine,
    But this same blazon must not be, to eares of flesh and blood
    Hamlet, if euer thou didst thy deere father loue.
    Ham. O God.
    710Gho. Reuenge his foule, and most vnnaturall murder:
    Ham. Murder.
    Ghost Yea, murder in the highest degree,
    As in the least tis bad,
    But mine most foule, beastly, and vnnaturall.
    Ham. Haste me to knowe it, that with wings as swift as
    meditation, or the thought of it, may sweepe to my reuenge.
    Ghost O I finde thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be
    Then the fat weede which rootes it selfe in ease
    720On Lethe wharffe: briefe let me be.
    Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my orchard,
    A Serpent stung me; so the whole eare of Denmarke
    Is with a forged Prosses of my death rankely abusde:
    725But know thou noble Youth: he that did sting
    Thy fathers heart, now weares his Crowne.
    Ham. O my prophetike soule, my vncle! my vncle!
    Ghost Yea he, that incestuous wretch, wonne to his will (with gifts,
    O wicked will, and gifts! that haue the power
    So to seduce my most seeming vertuous Queene,
    But vertne, as it neuer will be moued,
    740Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of heauen,
    So Lust, thought to a radiant angle linckt,
    Would fate it selfe from a celestiall bedde,
    And prey on garbage: but soft, me thinkes
    I sent the mornings ayre, briefe let me be,
    Sleeping
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    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
    Did powre the leaprous distilment, whose effect
    750Hold such an enmitie with blood of man,
    That swift as quickesilner, it posteth through
    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!
    ghost If thou hast nature in thee, beare it not,
    But howsoeuer, let not thy heart
    770Conspire against thy mother aught,
    Leaue her to heauen,
    And to the burthen that her conscience beares.
    I must be gone, the Glo-worme shewes the Martin
    To be neere, and gin's to pale his vneffectuall fire:
    Hamlet adue, adue, adue: remember me. Exit
    Ham. O all you hoste of heauen! O earth, what else?
    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
    That euer youth, or else obseruance noted,
    And thy remembrance, all alone shall sit.
    Yes, yes, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine,
    Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine,
    (My tables) meet it is I set it downe,
    That
    Prince of Denmarke.
    That one may smile, and smile, and be a villayne;
    At least I am sure, it may be so in Denmarke.
    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.
    Hor. My lord, my lord. Enter. Horatio,and Marcellus.
    Mar. Lord Hamlet.
    Hor. Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho.
    Mar. Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come.
    800Hor. Heauens secure him.
    Mar. How i'st my noble lord?
    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.
    Ham. How say you then? would hart of man
    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.
    Hor. There need no Ghost come from the graue to tell
    you this.
    Ham. Right, you are in the right, and therefore
    I holde it meet without more circumstance at all,
    820Wee shake hands and part; you as your busines
    And desiers shall leade you: for looke you,
    Euery man hath busines, and desires, such
    As it is, and for my owne poore parte, ile go pray.
    825Hor. These are but wild and wherling words, my Lord.
    Ham. I am sory they offend you; hartely, yes faith hartily.
    Hor. Ther's no offence my Lord.
    Ham. Yes by Saint Patrike but there is Horatio,
    830And much offence too, touching this vision,
    It is an honest ghost, that let mee tell you,
    D For
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    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. What i'st my Lord?
    Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seene to night
    Both. My lord, we will not.
    Ham. Nay but sweare.
    840Hor. In faith my Lord not I.
    Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith.
    Ham. Nay vpon my sword, indeed vpon my sword.
    845Gho. Sweare.
    The Gost vnder the stage.
    Ham. Ha, ha, come you here, this fellow in the sellerige,
    Here consent to sweare.
    Hor. Propose the oth my Lord.
    850Ham. Neuer to speake what you haue seene to night,
    Sweare by my sword.
    Gost. Sweare.
    Ham. Hic & vbique; nay then weele shift our ground:
    Come hither Gentlemen, and lay your handes
    855Againe vpon this sword, neuer to speake
    Of that which you haue seene, sweare by my sword.
    Ghost Sweare.
    Ham. Well said old Mole, can'st worke in the earth?
    so fast, a worthy Pioner, once more remoue.
    Hor. Day and night but this is wondrous strange.
    Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome,
    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
    How strange or odde soere I beare my selfe,
    As I perchance hereafter shall thinke meet,
    To put an Anticke disposition on,
    That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall
    With
    Prince of Denmarke.
    870With Armes, incombred thus, or this head shake,
    Or by pronouncing some vndoubtfull phrase,
    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
    At your most need helpe you, sweare
    Ghost. sweare.
    Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so gentlemen,
    880In all my loue I do commend mee to you,
    And what so poore a man as Hamlet may,
    To pleasure you, God willing shall not want,
    Nay come lett's go together,
    But stil your fingers on your lippes I pray,
    885The time is out of ioynt, O cursed spite,
    That euer I was borne to set it right,
    Nay come lett's go together. Exeunt.
    Enter Corambis, and Montano.
    890Cor. Montano, here, these letters to my sonne,
    And this same mony with my blessing to him,
    And bid him ply his learning good Montano.
    Mon. I will my lord.
    Cor. You shall do very well Montano, to say thus,
    905I knew the gentleman, or know his father,
    To inquire the manner of his life,
    898.1As thus; being amongst his acquaintance,
    You may say, you saw him at such a time, marke you mee,
    At game, or drincking, swearing, or drabbing,
    You may go so farre.
    Mon. My lord, that will impeach his reputation.
    920Cor. I faith not a whit, no not a whit,
    Now happely hee closeth with you in the consequence,
    As you may bridle it not disparage him a iote.
    What was I a bout to say,
    945Mon. He closeth with him in the consequence.
    Cor. I, you say right, he closeth with him thus,
    D2 This
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    947.1This will hee say, let mee see what hee will say,
    Mary this, I saw him yesterday, or tother day,
    950Or then, or at such a time, a dicing,
    Or at Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring
    Of a howse of lightnes viz. brothell,
    Thus sir do wee that know the world, being men of reach,
    By indirections, finde directions forth,
    And so shall you my sonne; you ha me, ha you not?
    Mon. I haue my lord.
    Cor. Wel, fare you well, commend mee to him.
    965Mon. I will my lord.
    Cor. And bid him ply his musicke
    Mon. My lord I wil. exit.
    Enter, Ofelia.
    Cor. Farewel, how now Ofelia, what's the news with you?
    Ofe. O my deare father, such a change in nature,
    971.1So great an alteration in a Prince,
    So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee,
    978.1A maidens eye ne're looked on.
    970Cor. Why what's the matter my Ofelia?
    Of. O yong Prince Hamlet, the only floure of Denmark,
    974.1Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had,
    The Iewell that ador'nd his feature most
    Is filcht and stolne away, his wit's bereft him,
    Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone,
    There comes hee to mee, with a distracted looke,
    His garters lagging downe, his shooes vntide,
    And fixt his eyes so stedfast on my face,
    987.1As if they had vow'd, this is their latest obiect.
    Small while he stoode, but gripes me by the wrist,
    984.1And there he holdes my pulse till with a sigh
    He doth vnclaspe his holde, and parts away
    993.1Silent, as is the mid time of the night:
    And as he went, his eie was still on mee,
    For thus his head ouer his shoulder looked,
    995He seemed to finde the way without his eies:
    For
    Prince of Denmarke.
    For out of doores he went without their helpe,
    996.1And so did leaue me.
    Cor. Madde for thy loue,
    What haue you giuen him any crosse wordes of late?
    Ofelia I did repell his letters, deny his gifts,
    1005As you did charge me.
    Cor. Why that hath made him madde:
    By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to cast
    Beyond our selues, as t'is for the yonger sort
    To leaue their wantonnesse. Well, I am sory
    That I was so rash: but what remedy?
    1015Lets to the King, this madnesse may prooue,
    Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue. exeunt.
    Enter King and Queene, Rossencraft, and Gilderstone.
    King Right noble friends, that our deere cosin Hamlet
    1021.1Hath lost the very heart of all his sence,
    It is most right, and we most sory for him:
    1030Therefore we doe desire, euen as you tender
    1030.1Our care to him, and our great loue to you,
    1035That you will labour but to wring from him
    The cause and ground of his distemperancie.
    Doe this, the king of Denmarke shal be thankefull.
    1044.1Ros. My Lord, whatsoeuer lies within our power
    Your maiestie may more commaund in wordes
    Then vse perswasions to your liege men, bound
    1049.1By loue, by duetie, and obedience.
    Guil. What we may doe for both your Maiesties
    1046.1To know the griefe troubles the Prince your sonne,
    We will indeuour all the best we may,
    1051.1So in all duetie doe we take our leaue.
    King Thankes Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft.
    1055Que. Thankes Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone.
    Enter Corambis and Ofelia.
    Cor. My Lord, the Ambassadors are ioyfully
    Return'd from Norway.
    King Thou still hast beene the father of good news.
    D3 Cor.
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    Cor. Haue I my Lord? I assure your grace,
    I holde my duetie as I holde my life,
    Both to my God, and to my soueraigne King:
    1070And I beleeue, or else this braine of mine
    Hunts not the traine of policie so well
    As it had wont to doe, but I haue found
    The very depth of Hamlets lunacie.
    1073.1Queene God graunt he hath.
    Enter the Ambassadors.
    King Now Voltemar, what from our brother Norway?
    1085Volt. Most faire returnes of greetings and desires,
    Vpon our first he sent forth to suppresse
    His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd
    To be a preparation gainst the Polacke:
    But better look't into, he truely found
    1090It was against your Highnesse, whereat grieued,
    That so his sickenesse, age, and impotence,
    Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
    On Fortenbrasse, which he in briefe obays,
    Receiues rebuke from Norway: and in fine,
    1095Makes vow before his vncle, neuer more
    To giue the assay of Armes against your Maiestie,
    Whereon olde Norway ouercome with ioy,
    Giues him three thousand crownes in annuall fee,
    And his Commission to employ those souldiers,
    1100So leuied as before, against the Polacke,
    With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
    That it would please you to giue quiet passe
    Through your dominions, for that enterprise
    On such regardes of safety and allowances
    1105As therein are set downe.
    King It likes vs well, and at fit time and leasure
    Weele reade and answere these his Articles,
    Meane time we thanke you for your well
    Tooke labour: go to your rest, at night weele feast togither:
    Right welcome home. exeunt Ambassadors.
    Cor.
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Cor. This busines is very well dispatched.
    Now my Lord, touching the yong Prince Hamlet,
    Certaine it is that hee is madde: mad let vs grant him then:
    Now to know the cause of this effect,
    1130Or else to say the cause of this defect,
    For this effect defectiue comes by cause.
    Queene Good my Lord be briefe.
    Cor. Madam I will: my Lord, I haue a daughter,
    Haue while shee's mine: for that we thinke
    1133.1Is surest, we often loose: now to the Prince.
    My Lord, but note this letter,
    The which my daughter in obedience
    1135Deliuer'd to my handes.
    1135.1King Reade it my Lord.
    Cor. Marke my Lord.
    Doubt that in earth is fire,
    1145Doubt that the starres doe moue,
    Doubt trueth to be a liar,
    But doe not doubt I loue.
    To the beautifull Ofelia:
    Thine euer the most vnhappy Prince Hamlet.
    My Lord, what doe you thinke of me?
    1160I, or what might you thinke when I sawe this?
    King As of a true friend and a most louing subiect.
    Cor. I would be glad to prooue so.
    Now when I saw this letter, thus I bespake my maiden:
    1170Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of your starre,
    1170.1And one that is vnequall for your loue:
    Therefore I did commaund her refuse his letters,
    Deny his tokens, and to absent her selfe.
    Shee as my childe obediently obey'd me.
    1174.1Now since which time, seeing his loue thus cross'd,
    Which I tooke to be idle, and but sport,
    He straitway grew into a melancholy,
    From that vnto a fast, then vnto distraction,
    Then into a sadnesse, from that vnto a madnesse,
    And
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    And so by continuance, and weakenesse of the braine
    Into this frensie, which now possesseth him:
    And if this be not true, take this from this.
    King Thinke you t'is so?
    Cor. How? so my Lord, I would very faine know
    That thing that I haue saide t'is so, positiuely,
    1185And it hath fallen out otherwise.
    Nay, if circumstances leade me on,
    Ile finde it out, if it were hid
    1190As deepe as the centre of the earth.
    King. how should wee trie this same?
    1191.1Cor. Mary my good lord thus,
    The Princes walke is here in the galery,
    There let Ofelia, walke vntill hee comes:
    Your selfe and I will stand close in the study,
    1197.1There shall you heare the effect of all his hart,
    And if it proue any otherwise then loue,
    1198.1Then let my censure faile an other time.
    King. see where hee comes poring vppon a booke.
    Enter Hamlet.
    Cor. Madame, will it please your grace
    To leaue vs here?
    Que. With all my hart. exit.
    1695Cor. And here Ofelia, reade you on this booke,
    And walke aloofe, the King shal be vnseene.
    1710Ham. To be, or not to be, I there's the point,
    To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all:
    No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes,
    1720For in that dreame of death, when wee awake,
    And borne before an euerlasting Iudge,
    From whence no passenger euer retur'nd,
    The vndiscouered country, at whose sight
    1733.1The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd.
    But for this, the ioyfull hope of this,
    Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world,
    1725Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore?
    The
    Prince of Denmarke
    1725.1The widow being oppressed, the orphan wrong'd,
    The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,
    And thousand more calamities besides,
    To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life,
    When that he may his full Quietus make,
    1730With a bare bodkin, who would this indure,
    But for a hope of something after death?
    Which pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence,
    1735Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue,
    Than flie to others that we know not of.
    I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all,
    Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred.
    1745Ofel. My Lord, I haue sought opportunitie, which now
    I haue, to redeliuer to your worthy handes, a small remem-
    brance, such tokens which I haue receiued of you.
    1760Ham. Are you faire?
    Ofel. My Lord.
    Ham. Are you honest?
    Ofel. What meanes my Lord?
    Ham. That if you be faire and honest,
    Your beauty should admit no discourse to your honesty.
    Ofel. My Lord, can beauty haue better priuiledge than
    1765with honesty?
    Ham. Yea mary may it; for Beauty may transforme
    Honesty, from what she was into a bawd:
    Then Honesty can transforme Beauty:
    This was sometimes a Paradox,
    But now the time giues it scope.
    I neuer gaue you nothing.
    Ofel. My Lord, you know right well you did,
    And with them such earnest vowes of loue,
    As would haue moou'd the stoniest breast aliue,
    1754.1But now too true I finde,
    Rich giftes waxe poore, when giuers grow vnkinde.
    Ham. I neuer loued you.
    Ofel. You made me beleeue you did.
    E Ham.
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    Ham. O thou shouldst not a beleeued me!
    Go to a Nunnery goe, why shouldst thou
    Be a breeder of sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,
    But I could accuse my selfe of such crimes
    It had beene better my mother had ne're borne me,
    O I am very prowde, ambitious, disdainefull,
    1780With more sinnes at my becke, then I haue thoughts
    To put them in, what should such fellowes as I
    Do, crawling between heauen and earth?
    To a Nunnery goe, we are arrant knaues all,
    Beleeue none of vs, to a Nunnery goe.
    Ofel. O heauens secure him!
    1785Ham. Wher's thy father?
    Ofel. At home my lord.
    Ham. For Gods sake let the doores be shut on him,
    He may play the foole no where but in his
    Owne house: to a Nunnery goe.
    Ofel. Help him good God.
    1790Ham. If thou dost marry, Ile giue thee
    This plague to thy dowry:
    Be thou as chaste as yce, as pure as snowe,
    Thou shalt not scape calumny, to a Nunnery goe.
    1792.1Ofel. Alas, what change is this?
    Ham. But if thou wilt needes marry, marry a foole,
    For wisemen know well enough,
    What monsters you make of them, to a Nunnery goe.
    Ofel. Pray God restore him.
    Ham. Nay, I haue heard of your paintings too,
    God hath giuen you one face,
    And you make your selues another,
    1800You fig, and you amble, and you nickname Gods creatures,
    Making your wantonnesse, your ignorance,
    A pox, t'is scuruy, Ile no more of it,
    It hath made me madde: Ile no more marriages,
    All that are married but one, shall liue,
    The rest shall keepe as they are, to a Nunnery goe,
    To
    Prince of Denmarke.
    1805To a Nunnery goe. exit.
    1805.1Ofe. Great God of heauen, what a quicke change is this?
    The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier, all in him,
    All dasht and splinterd thence, O woe is me,
    To a seene what I haue seene, see what I see. exit.
    King Loue? No, no, that's not the cause, Enter King and Corambis.
    1818.1Some deeper thing it is that troubles him.
    Cor. Wel, something it is: my Lord, content you a while,
    I will my selfe goe feele him: let me worke,
    Ile try him euery way: see where he comes,
    1204.1Send you those Gentlemen, let me alone
    To finde the depth of this, away, be gone. exit King.
    Now my good Lord, do you know me? Enter Hamlet.
    Ham. Yea very well, y'are a fishmonger.
    Cor. Not I my Lord.
    Ham. Then sir, I would you were so honest a man,
    1215For to be honest, as this age goes,
    Is one man to be pickt out of tenne thousand.
    Cor. What doe you reade my Lord?
    1230Ham. Wordes, wordes.
    Cor. What's the matter my Lord?
    Ham. Betweene who?
    Cor. I meane the matter you reade my Lord.
    1233.1Ham. Mary most vile heresie:
    For here the Satyricall Satyre writes,
    1235That olde men haue hollow eyes, weake backes,
    Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges,
    All which sir, I most potently beleeue not:
    1240For sir, your selfe shalbe olde as I am,
    If like a Crabbe, you could goe backeward.
    Cor. How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit:
    Yet at first he tooke me for a fishmonger:
    1226.1All this comes by loue, the vemencie of loue,
    And when I was yong, I was very idle,
    And suffered much extasie in loue, very neere this:
    Will you walke out of the aire my Lord?
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    Ham. Into my graue.
    Cor. By the masse that's out of the aire indeed,
    Very shrewd answers,
    My lord I will take my leaue of you.
    1265 Enter Gilderstone, and Rossencraft.
    Ham. You can take nothing from me sir,
    I will more willingly part with all,
    Olde doating foole.
    Cor, You seeke Prince Hamlet, see, there he is. exit.
    1263.1Gil. Health to your Lordship.
    1270Ham. What, Gilderstone, and Rossencraft,
    Welcome kinde Schoole-fellowes to Elsanoure.
    1417.1Gil. We thanke your Grace, and would be very glad
    You were as when we were at Wittenberg.
    1320Ham. I thanke you, but is this visitation free of
    Your selues, or were you not sent for?
    Tell me true, come, I know the good King and Queene
    Sent for you, there is a kinde of confession in your eye:
    Come, I know you were sent for.
    Gil. What say you?
    Ham. Nay then I see how the winde sits,
    Come, you were sent for.
    Ross. My lord, we were, and willingly if we might,
    Know the cause and ground of your discontent.
    2210Ham. Why I want preferment.
    Ross. I thinke not so my lord.
    1345Ham. Yes faith, this great world you see contents me not,
    No nor the spangled heauens, nor earth, nor sea,
    1355No nor Man that is so glorious a creature,
    Contents not me, no nor woman too, though you laugh.
    Gil. My lord, we laugh not at that.
    1360Ham. Why did you laugh then,
    When I said, Man did not content mee?
    Gil. My Lord, we laughed, when you said, Man did not
    content you.
    What entertainement the Players shall haue,
    We
    Prince of Denmarke.
    We boorded them a the way: they are comming to you.
    Ham. Players, what Players be they?
    1375Ross. My Lord, the Tragedians of the Citty,
    Those that you tooke delight to see so often.
    Ham. How comes it that they trauell? Do they grow re-(stie?
    1385Gil. No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont.
    1385.1Ham. How then?
    Gil. Yfaith my Lord, noueltie carries it away,
    For the principall publike audience that
    Came to them, are turned to priuate playes,
    And to the humour of children.
    Ham. I doe not greatly wonder of it,
    1410For those that would make mops and moes
    At my vncle, when my father liued,
    Now giue a hundred, two hundred pounds
    For his picture: but they shall be welcome,
    He that playes the King shall haue tribute of me,
    The ventrous Knight shall vse his foyle and target,
    The louer shall sigh gratis,
    1370The clowne shall make them laugh
    That are tickled in the lungs, or the blanke verse shall halt (for't,
    And the Lady shall haue leaue to speake her minde freely.
    1415 The Trumpets sound, Enter Corambis.
    1430Do you see yonder great baby?
    He is not yet out of his swadling clowts.
    Gil. That may be, for they say an olde man
    Is twice a childe.
    Ham. Ile prophecie to you, hee comes to tell mee a the (Players,
    1435You say true, a monday last, t'was so indeede.
    Cor. My lord, I haue news to tell you.
    Ham. My Lord, I haue newes to tell you:
    When Rossios was an Actor in Rome.
    1440Cor. The Actors are come hither, my lord.
    Ham. Buz, buz.
    Cor. The best Actors in Christendome,
    Either for Comedy, Tragedy, Historie, Pastorall,
    E3 Pastorall
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    1445Pastorall, Historicall, Historicall, Comicall,
    Comicall historicall, Pastorall, Tragedy historicall:
    Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plato too light:
    For the law hath writ those are the onely men.
    Ha. O Iepha Iudge of Israel! what a treasure hadst thou?
    Cor. Why what a treasure had he my lord?
    Ham. Why one faire daughter, and no more,
    1455The which he loued passing well.
    Cor. A, stil harping a my daughter! well my Lord,
    If you call me Iepha, I hane a daughter that
    I loue passing well.
    1460Ham. Nay that followes not.
    Cor. What followes then my Lord?
    Ham. Why by lot, or God wot, or as it came to passe,
    And so it was, the first verse of the godly Ballet
    Wil tel you all: for look you where my abridgement comes:
    Welcome maisters, welcome all, Enter players.
    What my olde friend, thy face is vallanced
    Since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard me in Denmarke?
    1470My yong lady and mistris, burlady but your
    Ladiship is growne by the altitude of a chopine higher than (you were:
    Pray God sir your voyce, like a peece of vncurrant
    Golde, be not crack't in the ring: come on maisters,
    Weele euen too't, like French Falconers,
    1475Flie at any thing we see, come, a taste of your
    Quallitie, a speech, a passionate speech.
    Players What speech my good lord?
    Ham. I heard thee speake a speech once,
    But it was neuer acted: or if it were,
    1480Neuer aboue twice, for as I remember,
    It pleased not the vulgar, it was cauiary
    To the million: but to me
    And others, that receiued it in the like kinde,
    Cried in the toppe of their iudgements, an excellent play,
    Set downe with as great modestie as cunning:
    1485One said there was no sallets in the lines to make thē sauory,
    But
    Prince of Denmarke.
    But called it an honest methode, as wholesome as sweete.
    Come, a speech in it I chiefly remember
    Was AEneas tale to Dido,
    1490And then especially where he talkes of Princes slaughter,
    If it liue in thy memory beginne at this line,
    Let me see.
    The rugged Pyrrus, like th'arganian beast:
    No t'is not so, it begins with Pirrus:
    1493.1O I haue it.
    The rugged Pirrus, he whose sable armes,
    1495Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble,
    When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
    Hath now his blacke and grimme complexion smeered
    With Heraldry more dismall, head to foote,
    Now is he totall guise, horridely tricked
    1500With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
    Back't and imparched in calagulate gore,
    Rifted in earth and fire, olde grandsire Pryam seekes:
    1503.1So goe on.
    Cor. Afore God, my Lord, well spoke, and with good (accent.
    Play. Anone he finds him striking too short at Greeks,
    1510His antike sword rebellious to his Arme,
    Lies where it falles, vnable to resist.
    Pyrrus at Pryam driues, but all in rage,
    Strikes wide, but with the whiffe and winde
    Of his fell sword, th'unnerued father falles.
    Cor. Enough my friend, t'is too long.
    Ham. It shall to the Barbers with your beard:
    1540A pox, hee's for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry,
    Or else he sleepes, come on to Hecuba, come.
    Play. But who, O who had seene the mobled Queene?
    Cor. Mobled Queene is good, faith very good.
    1550Play. All in the alarum and feare of death rose vp,
    And o're her weake and all ore-teeming loynes, a blancket
    And a kercher on that head, where late the diademe stoode,
    Who this had seene with tongue inuenom'd speech,
    Would
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    Would treason haue pronounced,
    For if the gods themselues had seene her then,
    When she saw Pirrus with malitious strokes,
    1555Mincing her husbandes limbs,
    It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen,
    And passion in the gods.
    1560Cor Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour,
    And hath teares in his eyes: no more good heart, no more.
    Ham. T'is well, t'is very well, I pray my lord,
    Will you see the Players well bestowed,
    I tell you they are the Chronicles
    1565And briefe abstracts of the time,
    After your death I can tell you,
    You were better haue a bad Epiteeth,
    Then their ill report while you liue.
    Cor. My lord, I will vse them according to their deserts.
    1570Ham. O farre better man, vse euery man after his deserts,
    Then who should scape whipping?
    Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie,
    The lesse they deserue, the greater credit's yours.
    1575Cor. Welcome my good fellowes. exit.
    Ham. Come hither maisters, can you not play the mur-
    der of Gonsago?
    players Yes my Lord.
    1580Ham. And could'st not thou for a neede study me
    Some dozen or sixteene lines,
    Which I would set downe and insert?
    players Yes very easily my good Lord.
    Ham. T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord:
    And doe you heare sirs? take heede you mocke him not.
    1584.1Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you,
    1585And for a time I would desire you leaue me.
    1585.1Gil. Our loue and duetie is at your commaund.
    Exeunt all but Hamlet.
    1590Ham. Why what a dunghill idiote slaue am I?
    Why these Players here draw water from eyes:
    For
    Prince of Denmarke
    For Hecuba, why what is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?
    1600What would he do and if he had my losse?
    1600.1His father murdred, and a Crowne bereft him,
    He would turne all his teares to droppes of blood,
    Amaze the standers by with his laments,
    1603.1Strike more then wonder in the iudiciall eares,
    1605Confound the ignorant, and make mute the wise,
    1605.1Indeede his passion would be generall.
    Yet I like to an asse and Iohn a Dreames,
    Hauing my father murdred by a villaine,
    Stand still, and let it passe, why sure I am a coward:
    Who pluckes me by the beard, or twites my nose,
    Giue's me the lie i'th throate downe to the lungs,
    Sure I should take it, or else I haue no gall,
    Or by this I should a fatted all the region kites
    1620With this slaues offell, this damned villaine,
    Treacherous, bawdy, murderous villaine:
    Why this is braue, that I the sonne of my deare father,
    Should like a scalion, like a very drabbe
    Thus raile in wordes. About my braine,
    I haue heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play,
    1630Hath, by the very cunning of the scene, confest a murder
    1630.1Committed long before.
    This spirit that I haue seene may be the Diuell,
    And out of my weakenesse and my melancholy,
    As he is very potent with such men,
    Doth seeke to damne me, I will haue sounder proofes,
    The play's the thing,
    1645Wherein I'le catch the conscience of the King. exit.
    Enter the King, Queene, and Lordes.
    King Lordes, can you by no meanes finde
    The cause of our sonne Hamlets lunacie?
    You being so neere in loue, euen from his youth,
    1031.1Me thinkes should gaine more than a stranger should.
    F Gil.
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Gil. My lord, we haue done all the best we could,
    To wring from him the cause of all his griefe,
    But still he puts vs off, and by no meanes
    Would make an answere to that we exposde.
    Ross. Yet was he something more inclin'd to mirth
    Before we left him, and I take it,
    He hath giuen order for a play to night,
    At which he craues your highnesse company.
    King With all our heart, it likes vs very well:
    Gentlemen, seeke still to increase his mirth,
    1674.1Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open,
    And we vnto your selues will still be thankefull.
    Both In all wee can, be sure you shall commaund.
    Queene Thankes gentlemen, and what the Queene of ( Denmarke
    1045May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want.
    1045.1Gil. Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince.
    King Thanks to you both: Gertred you'l see this play.
    Queene My lord I will, and it ioyes me at the soule
    He is inclin'd to any kinde of mirth.
    Cor. Madame, I pray be ruled by me:
    And my good Soueraigne, giue me leaue to speake,
    We cannot yet finde out the very ground
    Of his distemperance, therefore
    1674.5I holde it meete, if so it please you,
    Else they shall not meete, and thus it is.
    King What i'st Corambis?
    Cor. Mary my good lord this, soone when the sports are (done,
    Madam, send you in haste to speake with him,
    And I my selfe will stand behind the Arras,
    There question you the cause of all his griefe,
    1839.1And then in loue and nature vnto you, hee'le tell you all:
    My Lord, how thinke you on't?
    1845King It likes vs well, Gerterd, what say you?
    1845.1Queene With all my heart, soone will I send for him.
    Cor. My selfe will be that happy messenger,
    Who hopes his griefe will be reueal'd to her. exeunt omnes
    Enter
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Enter Hamlet and the Players.
    Ham. Pronounce me this speech trippingly a the tongue
    as I taught thee,
    1850Mary and you mouth it, as a many of your players do
    I'de rather heare a towne bull bellow,
    Then such a fellow speake my lines.
    Nor do not saw the aire thus with your hands,
    But giue euery thing his action with temperance.
    O it offends mee to the soule, to heare a rebustious periwig (fellow,
    To teare a passion in totters, into very ragges,
    To split the eares of the ignoraut, who for the
    Most parte are capable of nothing but dumbe shewes and (noises,
    1860I would haue such a fellow whipt, for o're doing, tarmagant
    It out, Herodes Herod.
    players My Lorde, wee haue indifferently reformed that
    1885among vs.
    Ham. The better, the better, mend it all together:
    There be fellowes that I haue seene play,
    And heard others commend them, and that highly too,
    That hauing neither the gate of Christian, Pagan,
    1880Nor Turke, haue so strutted and bellowed,
    That you would a thought, some of Natures journeymen
    Had made men, and not made them well,
    They imitated humanitie, so abhominable:
    Take heede, auoyde it.
    players I warrant you my Lord.
    Ham. And doe you heare? let not your Clowne speake
    More then is set downe, there be of them I can tell you
    That will laugh themselues, to set on some
    Quantitie of barren spectators to laugh with them,
    1890Albeit there is some necessary point in the Play
    Then to be obserued: O t'is vile, and shewes
    A pittifull ambition in the foole the vseth it.
    1892.1And then you haue some agen, that keepes one sute
    Os ieasts, as a man is knowne by one sute of
    Apparell, and Gentlemen quotes his ieasts downe
    F2 In
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    In their tables, before they come to the play, as thus:
    1892.5Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige? and, you owe me
    A quarters wages: and, my coate wants a cullison:
    And your beere is sowre: and, blabbering with his lips,
    And thus keeping in his cinkapase of ieasts,
    When, God knows, the warme Clowne cannot make a iest
    1892.10Vnlesse by chance, as the blinde man catcheth a hare:
    Maisters tell him of it.
    1900players We will my Lord.
    Ham. Well, goe make you ready. exeunt players.
    Horatio. Heere my Lord.
    Ham. Horatio, thou art euen as iust a man,
    1905As e're my conuersation cop'd withall.
    Hor. O my lord!
    Ham. Nay why should I flatter thee?
    1910Why should the poore be flattered?
    What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee,
    That nothing hath but thy good minde?
    Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongs,
    To glose with them that loues to heare their praise,
    1912.1And not with such as thou Horatio.
    There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue
    Comes very neere the murder of my father,
    When thou shalt see that Act afoote,
    Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes,
    For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
    And if he doe not bleach, and change at that,
    It is a damned ghost that we haue seene.
    Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well.
    Hor. My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face,
    1940And not the smallest alteration
    That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it.
    Ham. Harke, they come.
    Enter King, Queene, Corambis, and other Lords.
    King How now son Hamlet, how fare you, shall we haue (a play?
    Ham. Yfaith the Camelions dish, not capon cramm'd,
    feede
    Prince of Denmarke.
    1950feede a the ayre.
    I father: My lord, you playd in the Vniuersitie.
    1955Cor. That I did my L: and I was counted a good actor.
    Ham. What did you enact there?
    Cor. My lord, I did act Iulius Caesar, I was killed
    in the Capitoll, Brutus killed me.
    1960Ham. It was a brute parte of him,
    To kill so capitall a calfe.
    Come, be these Players ready?
    Queene Hamlet come sit downe by me.
    Ham. No by my faith mother, heere's a mettle more at- (tractiue:
    Lady will you giue me leaue, and so forth:
    To lay my head in your lappe?
    Ofel. No my Lord.
    Ham. Vpon your lap, what do you thinke I meant con- (trary matters?
    1990 Enter in a Dumbe Shew, the King and the Queene, he sits
    downe in an Arbor, she leaues him: Then enters Luci-
    anus with poyson in a Viall, and powres it in his eares, and
    goes away: Then the Queene commeth and findes him
    dead: and goes away with the other.
    Ofel. What meanes this my Lord? Enter the Prologue.
    Ham. This is myching Mallico, that meanes my chiefe.
    Ofel. What doth this meane my lord?
    Ham. you shall heare anone, this fellow will tell you all.
    2010Ofel. Will he tell vs what this shew meanes?
    Ham. I, or any shew you'le shew him,
    Be not afeard to shew, hee'le not be afeard to tell:
    O these Players cannot keepe counsell, thei'le tell all.
    Prol. For vs, and for our Tragedie,
    Heere stowpiug to your clemencie,
    We begge your hearing patiently.
    2020Ham. I'st a prologue, or a poesie for a ring?
    Ofel. T'is short my Lord.
    Ham. As womens loue.
    Enter the Duke and Dutchesse.
    Duke Full fortie yeares are past, their date is gone,
    F3 Since
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Since happy time ioyn'd both our hearts as one:
    2028.1And now the blood that fill'd my youthfull veines,
    Runnes weakely in their pipes, and all the straines
    Of musicke, which whilome pleasde mine eare,
    Is now a burthen that Age cannot beare:
    2028.5And therefore sweete Nature must pay his due,
    2040To heauen must I, and leaue the earth with you.
    2040.1Dutchesse O say not so, lest that you kill my heart,
    When death takes you, let life from me depart.
    Duke Content thy selfe, when ended is my date,
    Thon maist (perchance) haue a more noble mate,
    2043.1More wise, more youthfull, and one.
    2045Dutchesse O speake no more for then I am accurst,
    None weds the second, but she kils the first:
    A second time I kill my Lord that's dead,
    When second husband kisses me in bed.
    Ham. O wormewood, wormewood!
    Duke I doe beleeue you sweete, what now you speake,
    2055But what we doe determine oft we breake,
    2080For our demises stil are ouerthrowne,
    Our thoughts are ours, their end's none of our owne:
    So thinke you will no second husband wed,
    But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead.
    Dutchesse Both here and there pursue me lasting strife,
    If once a widdow, euer I be wife.
    2090Ham. If she should breake now.
    Duke T'is deepely sworne, sweete leaue me here a while,
    My spirites growe dull, and faine I would beguile the tedi-
    ous time with sleepe.
    2095Dutchesse Sleepe rocke thy braine,
    And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. exit Lady
    Ham. Madam, how do you like this play?
    Queene The Lady protests too much.
    Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
    2100King Haue you heard the argument, is there no offence
    in it?
    Ham.
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Ham. No offence in the world, poyson in iest, poison in (iest.
    King What do you call the name of the play?
    2105Ham. Mouse-trap: mary how trapically: this play is
    The image of a murder done in guyana, Albertus
    Was the Dukes name, his wife Baptista,
    Father, it is a knauish peece a worke: but what
    A that, it toucheth not vs, you and I that haue free
    2110Soules, let the galld iade wince, this is one
    Lucianus nephew to the King.
    Ofel. Ya're as good as a Chorus my lord.
    Ham. I could interpret the loue you beare, if I sawe the
    2115poopies dallying.
    1975Ofel. Y'are very pleasant my lord.
    Ham. Who I, your onlie jig-maker, why what shoulde
    a man do but be merry? for looke how cheerefully my mo-
    1980ther lookes, my father died within these two houres.
    Ofel. Nay, t'is twice two months, my Lord.
    Ham. Two months, nay then let the diuell weare blacke,
    For i'le haue a sute of Sables: Iesus, two months dead,
    1985And not forgotten yet? nay then there's some
    Likelyhood, a gentlemans death may outliue memorie,
    But by my faith hee must build churches then,
    Or els hee must follow the olde Epitithe,
    With hoh, with ho, the hobi-horse is forgot.
    Ofel. Your iests are keene my Lord.
    Ham. It would cost you a groning to take them off.
    Ofel. Still better and worse.
    2120Ham. So you must take your husband, begin. Murdred
    Begin, a poxe, leaue thy damnable faces and begin,
    Come, the croking rauen doth bellow for reuenge.
    Murd. Thoughts blacke, hands apt, drugs fit, and time (agreeing.
    Confederate season, else no creature seeing:
    Thou mixture rancke, of midnight weedes collected,
    With Hecates bane thrise blasted, thrise infected,
    Thy naturall magicke, and dire propertie,
    2130One wholesome life vsurps immediately. exit.
    Ham.
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    Ham. He poysons him for his estate.
    2140King Lights, I will to bed.
    Cor. The king rises, lights hoe.
    Exeunt King and Lordes.
    Ham. What, frighted with false fires?
    Then let the stricken deere goe weepe,
    The Hart vngalled play,
    2145For some must laugh, while some must weepe,
    Thus runnes the world away.
    2146.1Hor. The king is mooued my lord.
    Hor. I Horatio, i'le take the Ghosts word
    For more then all the coyne in Denmarke.
    Enter Rossencraft and Gilderstone.
    Ross. Now my lord, how i'st with you?
    2165Ham. And if the king like not the tragedy,
    Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
    2166.1Ross. We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant,
    My good lord, let vs againe intreate
    To know of you the ground and cause of your distempera-(ture
    Gil. My lord, your mother craues to speake with you.
    Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother.
    2203.1Ross. But my good Lord, shall I intreate thus much?
    Ham. I pray will you play vpon this pipe?
    Ross. Alas my lord I cannot.
    Ham. Pray will you.
    2225Gil. I haue no skill my Lord.
    Ham. why looke, it is a thing of nothing,
    T'is but stopping of these holes,
    And with a little breath from your lips,
    2230It will giue most delicate musick.
    Gil. But this cannot wee do my Lord.
    Ham. Pray now, pray hartily, I beseech you.
    Ros. My lord wee cannot.
    Ham. Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of (me?
    You
    Prince of Denmarke
    2235You would seeme to know my stops, you would play vpon mee,
    You would search the very inward part of my hart,
    And diue into the secrect of my soule.
    2240Zownds do you thinke I am easier to be pla'yd
    On, then a pipe? call mee what Instrument
    You will, though you can frett mee, yet you can not
    Play vpon mee, besides, to be demanded by a spunge.
    Ros. How a spunge my Lord?
    2645Ham. I sir, a spunge, that sokes vp the kings
    Countenance, fauours, and rewardes, that makes
    His liberalitie your store house: but such as you,
    Do the king, in the end, best seruise;
    For hee doth keep you as an Ape doth nuttes,
    In the corner of his Iaw, first mouthes you,
    Then swallowes you: so when hee hath need
    Of you, t'is but squeesing of you,
    2650And spunge, you shall be dry againe, you shall.
    2650.1Ros. Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue.
    Ham Farewell, farewell, God blesse you.
    2242.1 Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone.
    Enter Corambis
    2245Cor. My lord, the Queene would speake with you.
    Ham. Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell?
    Cor. T'is like a camell in deed.
    2250Ham. Now me thinkes it's like a weasel.
    Cor. T'is back't like a weasell.
    Ham. Or like a whale.
    Cor. Very like a whale. exit Coram.
    Ham. Why then tell my mother i'le come by and by.
    2254.1Good night Horatio.
    Hor. Good night vnto your Lordship. exit Horatio.
    Ham. My mother she hath sent to speake with me:
    O God, let ne're the heart of Nero enter
    2265This soft bosome.
    Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall.
    G I
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    I will speake daggers, those sharpe wordes being spent,
    2270To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent. exit.
    Enter the King.
    King O that this wet that falles vpon my face
    Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience!
    When I looke vp to heauen, I see my trespasse,
    2326.1The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact,
    Pay me the murder of a brother and a king,
    2314.1And the adulterous fault I haue committed:
    O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable:
    2329.1Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat,
    Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe:
    I but still to perseuer in a sinne,
    It is an act gainst the vniuersall power,
    Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer,
    2345Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire.
    hee kneeles. enters Hamlet
    2350Ham. I so, come forth and worke thy last,
    And thus hee dies: and so am I reuenged:
    No, not so: he tooke my father sleeping, his sins brim full,
    And how his soule stoode to the state of heauen
    Who knowes, saue the immortall powres,
    2360And shall I kill him now,
    When he is purging of his soule?
    2355Making his way for heauen, this is a benefit,
    And not reuenge: no, get thee vp agen,
    When hee's at game swaring, taking his carowse, drinking (drunke,
    2365Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed,
    Or at some act that hath no relish
    Of saluation in't, then trip him
    That his heeles may kicke at heauen,
    And fall as lowe as hel: my mother stayes,
    This phisicke but prolongs thy weary dayes. exit Ham.
    King My wordes fly vp, my sinnes remaine below.
    No
    Prince of Denmarke.
    2372.1No King on earth is safe, if Gods his foe. exit King.
    Enter Queene and Corambis.
    2375Cor. Madame, I heare yong Hamlet comming,
    I'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras. exit Cor.
    2379.1Queene Do so my Lord.
    Ham. Mother, mother, O are you here?
    2385How i'st with you mother?
    Queene How i'st with you?
    2497.1Ham, I'le tell you, but first weele make all safe.
    Queene Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
    Ham. Mother, you haue my father much offended.
    2390Queene How now boy?
    Ham. How now mother! come here, sit downe, for you
    shall heare me speake.
    Queene What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murder me:
    Helpe hoe.
    Cor. Helpe for the Queene.
    Ham. I a Rat, dead for a Duckat.
    Rash intruding foole, farewell,
    I tooke thee for thy better.
    Queene Hamlet, what hast thou done?
    Ham. Not so much harme, good mother,
    2410As to kill a king, and marry with his brother.
    Queene How! kill a king!
    Ham. I a King: nay sit you downe, and ere you part,
    If you be made of penitrable stuffe,
    I'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart,
    And see how horride there and blacke it shews.
    2466.1Queene Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing (words?
    Ham. Why this I meane, see here, behold this picture,
    2437.1It is the portraiture, of your deceased husband,
    See here a face, to outface Mars himselfe,
    An eye, at which his foes did tremble at,
    2440A front wherin all vertues are set downe
    2440.1For to adorne a king, and guild his crowne,
    Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow,
    G2 He
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    He made to you in marriage, and he is dead.
    Murdred, damnably murdred, this was your husband,
    Looke you now, here is your husband,
    2447.1With a face like Vulcan.
    A looke fit for a murder and a rape,
    A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eie,
    To affright children and amaze the world:
    2450And this same haue you left to change with this.
    2455What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde?
    A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him
    2449.1That slew my father, and your deere husband,
    To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed?
    Queene O Hamlet, speake no more.
    2464.1Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde,
    For a king of clowts, of very shreads.
    Queene Sweete Hamlet cease.
    Ham. Nay but still to persist and dwell in sinne,
    To sweate vnder the yoke of infamie,
    2469.1To make increase of shame, to seale damnation.
    Queene Hamlet, no more.
    Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine,
    2453.1Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came,
    Who'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart,
    When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast?
    Queene Hamlet, thou cleaues my heart in twaine.
    Ham. O throw away the worser part of it, and keepe the
    better.
    Enter the ghost in his night gowne.
    Saue me, saue me, you gratious
    Powers aboue, and houer ouer mee,
    With your celestiall wings.
    Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,
    That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by?
    O do not glare with lookes so pittifull!
    Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion,
    And
    Prince of Denmarke.
    2510And euery part that should assist reuenge,
    Forgoe their proper powers, and fall to pitty.
    2490Ghost Hamlet, I once againe appeare to thee,
    To put thee in remembrance of my death:
    2491.1Doe not neglect, nor long time put it off.
    But I perceiue by thy distracted lookes,
    Thy mother's fearefull, and she stands amazde:
    Speake to her Hamlet, for her sex is weake,
    Comfort thy mother, Hamlet, thinke on me.
    Ham. How i'st with you Lady?
    Queene Nay, how i'st with you
    That thus you bend your eyes on vacancie,
    And holde discourse with nothing but with ayre?
    2515Ham. Why doe you nothing heare?
    Queene Not I.
    Ham. Nor doe you nothing see?
    Queene No neither.
    Ham. No, why see the king my father, my father, in the (habite
    As he liued, looke you how pale he lookes,
    See how he steales away out of the Portall,
    Looke, there he goes. exit ghost.
    2520Queene Alas, it is the weakenesse of thy braine,
    2520.1Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe:
    But as I haue a soule, I sweare by heauen,
    I neuer knew of this most horride murder:
    But Hamlet, this is onely fantasie,
    2521.1And for my loue forget these idle fits.
    Ham. Idle, no mother, my pulse doth beate like yours,
    It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet.
    O mother, if euer you did my deare father loue,
    Forbeare the adulterous bed to night,
    2545And win your selfe by little as you may,
    2545.1In time it may be you wil lothe him quite:
    And mother, but assist mee in reuenge,
    And in his death your infamy shall die.
    Queene Hamlet, I vow by that maiesty,
    G3 That
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    2573.1That knowes our thoughts, and lookes into our hearts,
    I will conceale, consent, and doe my best,
    2574.1What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise.
    Ham. It is enough, mother good night:
    Come sir, I'le prouide for you a graue,
    Who was in life a foolish prating knaue.
    2585 Exit Hamlet with the dead body.
    Enter the King and Lordes.
    King Now Gertred, what sayes our sonne, how doe you
    finde him?
    Queene Alas my lord, as raging as the sea:
    2593.1Whenas he came, I first bespake him faire,
    But then he throwes and tosses me about,
    As one forgetting that I was his mother:
    2392.1At last I call'd for help: and as I cried, Corambis
    Call'd, which Hamlet no sooner heard, but whips me
    Out his rapier, and cries, a Rat, a Rat, and in his rage
    The good olde man he killes.
    2600King Why this his madnesse will vndoe our state.
    Lordes goe to him, inquire the body out.
    2624.1Gil. We will my Lord. Exeunt Lordes.
    King Gertred, your sonne shall presently to England,
    His shipping is already furnished,
    2617.1And we haue sent by Rossencraft and Gilderstone,
    Our letters to our deare brother of England,
    For Hamlets welfare and his happinesse:
    Happly the aire and climate of the Country
    1828.1May please him better than his natiue home:
    See where he comes.
    Enter Hamlet and the Lordes.
    Gil. My lord, we can by no meanes
    Know of him where the body is.
    King Now sonne Hamlet, where is this dead body?
    Ham. At supper, not where he is eating, but
    Where
    Prince of Denmarke.
    2685Where he is eaten, a certaine company of politicke wormes
    are euen now at him.
    Father, your fatte King, and your leane Beggar
    Are but variable seruices, two dishes to one messe:
    Looke you, a man may fish with that worme
    That hath eaten of a King,
    And a Beggar eate that fish,
    Which that worme hath caught.
    King What of this?
    Ham. Nothing father, but to tell you, how a King
    May go a progresse through the guttes of a Beggar.
    King But sonne Hamlet, where is this body?
    2695Ham. In heau'n, if you chance to misse him there,
    Father, you had best looke in the other partes below
    For him, aud if you cannot finde him there,
    You may chance to nose him as you go vp the lobby.
    King Make haste and finde him out.
    2699.1Ham. Nay doe you heare? do not make too much haste,
    2700I'le warrant you hee'le stay till you come.
    King Well sonne Hamlet, we in care of you: but specially
    in tender preseruation of your health,
    2701.1The which we price euen as our proper selfe,
    It is our minde you forthwith goe for England,
    2705The winde sits faire, you shall aboorde to night,
    Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall goe along with you.
    Ham. O with all my heart: farewel mother.
    King Your louing father, Hamlet.
    2715Ham. My mother I say: you married my mother,
    My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh,
    And so (my mother) farewel: for England hoe.
    exeunt all but the king.
    2717.1king Gertred, leaue me,
    And take your leaue of Hamlet,
    To England is he gone, ne're to returne:
    Our Letters are vnto the King of England,
    That on the sight of them, on his allegeance,
    He
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    2727.1He presently without demaunding why,
    2730That Hamlet loose his head, for he must die,
    2730.1There's more in him than shallow eyes can see:
    He once being dead, why then our state is free. exit.
    Enter Fortenbrasse, Drumme and Souldiers.
    2735Fort. Captaine, from vs goe greete
    The king of Denmarke:
    Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway,
    Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land,
    2737.1According to the Articles agreed on:
    You know our Randevous, goe march away. exeunt all.
    2738.1enter King and Queene.
    King Hamlet is ship't for England, fare him well,
    I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long,
    If euery thing fall out to our content,
    2738.5As I doe make no doubt but so it shall.
    Queene God grant it may, heau'ns keep my Hamlet safe:
    2820But this mischance of olde Corambis death,
    Hath piersed so the yong Ofeliaes heart,
    That she, poore maide, is quite bereft her wittes.
    King Alas deere heart! And on the other side,
    2825We vnderstand her brother's come from France,
    2825.1And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land,
    And hardly hee'le forget his fathers death,
    2828.1Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified.
    Qu. O see where the yong Ofelia is!
    Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute, and her haire
    2766.1downe singing.
    Ofelia How should I your true loue know
    From another man?
    2770By his cockle hatte, and his staffe,
    And
    Prince of Denmarke
    And his sandall shoone.
    White his shrowde as mountaine snowe,
    2780Larded with sweete flowers,
    That bewept to the graue did not goe
    With true louers showers:
    He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
    At his head a grasse greene turffe,
    At his heeles a stone.
    king How i'st with you sweete Ofelia?
    Ofelia Well God yeeld you,
    It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground,
    I could not chuse but weepe:
    And will he not come againe?
    And will he not come againe?
    No, no, hee's gone, and we cast away mone,
    And he neuer will come againe.
    2945His beard as white as snowe:
    All flaxen was his pole,
    He is dead, he is gone,
    And we cast away moane:
    God a mercy on his soule.
    And of all christen soules I pray God.
    God be with you Ladies, God be with you. exit Ofelia.
    2809.1king A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede:
    O Time, how swiftly runnes our ioyes away?
    Content on earth was neuer certaine bred,
    To day we laugh and liue, to morrow dead.
    2835How now, what noyse is that?
    A noyse within. enter Leartes.
    Lear. Stay there vntill I come,
    O thou vilde king, giue me my father:
    Speake, say, where's my father?
    king Dead.
    Lear. Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not
    Be juggled with, for he is murdred.
    2875Queene True, but not by him.
    H Leartes
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Lear. By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued.
    king Let him goe Gertred, away, I feare him not,
    There's such diuinitie doth wall a king,
    That treason dares not looke on.
    Let him goe Gertred, that your father is murdred,
    T'is true, and we most sory for it,
    2901.1Being the chiefest piller of our state:
    Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster,
    Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all?
    2895Lear. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms,
    And locke them in my hart, but to his foes,
    551.1I will no reconcilement but by bloud.
    king Why now you speake like a most louing sonne:
    And that in soule we sorrow for for his death,
    Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse,
    2960Meane while be patient, and content your selfe.
    2905 Enter Ofelia as before.
    Lear. Who's this, Ofelia? O my deere sister!
    I'st possible a yong maides life,
    Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe?
    2913.1O heau'ns themselues! how now Ofelia?
    Ofel. Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures:
    Here, here is rew for you,
    You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes,
    Heere's some for me too: you must weare your rew
    2935With a difference, there's a dazie.
    Here Loue, there's rosemary for you
    For remembrance: I pray Loue remember,
    And there's pansey for thoughts.
    2930Lear. A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance:
    O God, O God!
    Ofelia There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you
    Some violets, but they all withered, when
    My father died: alas, they say the owle was
    2785A Bakers daughter, we see what we are,
    But can not tell what we shall be.
    For
    Prince of Denmarke.
    For bonny sweete Robin is all my ioy.
    Lear. Thoughts & afflictions, torments worse than hell.
    Ofel. Nay Loue, I pray you make no words of this now:
    I pray now, you shall sing a downe,
    And you a downe a, t'is a the Kings daughter
    2925And the false steward, and if any body
    Aske you of any thing, say you this.
    2790To morrow is saint Valentines day,
    All in the morning betime,
    And a maide at your window,
    To be your Valentine:
    The yong man rose, and dan'd his clothes,
    And dupt the chamber doore,
    Let in the maide, that out a maide
    Neuer departed more.
    Nay I pray marke now,
    By gisse, and by saint Charitie,
    Away, and fie for shame:
    Yong men will doo't when they come too't
    By cocke they are too blame.
    2800Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
    You promised me to wed.
    So would I a done, by yonder Sunne,
    If thou hadst not come to my bed.
    So God be with you all, God bwy Ladies.
    2950God bwy you Loue. exit Ofelia.
    Lear. Griefe vpon griefe, my father murdered,
    My sister thus distracted:
    3034.1Cursed be his soule that wrought this wicked act.
    king Content you good Leartes for a time,
    2960.1Although I know your griefe is as a floud,
    Brimme full of sorrow, but forbeare a while,
    And thinke already the reuenge is done
    On him that makes you such a haplesse sonne.
    Lear. You haue preuail'd my Lord, a while I'le striue,
    2963.1To bury griefe within a tombe of wrath,
    H2 Which
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    Which once vnhearsed, then the world shall heare
    Leartes had a father he held deere.
    king No more of that, ere many dayes be done,
    2963.5You shall heare that you do not dreame vpon. exeunt om.
    Enter Horatio and the Queene.
    Hor. Madame, your sonne is safe arriv'de in Denmarke,
    2985This letter I euen now receiv'd of him,
    2985.1Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger,
    And subtle treason that the king had plotted,
    Being crossed by the contention of the windes,
    3515He found the Packet sent to the king of England,
    3525Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death,
    3525.1As at his next conuersion with your grace,
    He will relate the circumstance at full.
    Queene Then I perceiue there's treason in his lookes
    That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie:
    3525.5But I will soothe and please him for a time,
    For murderous mindes are alwayes jealous,
    But know not you Horatio where he is?
    Hor. Yes Madame, and he hath appoynted me
    To meete him on the east side of the Cittie
    3525.10To morrow morning.
    Queene O faile not, good Horatio, and withall, com- (mend me
    A mothers care to him, bid him a while
    Be wary of his presence, lest that he
    Faile in that he goes about.
    3525.15Hor. Madam, neuer make doubt of that:
    I thinke by this the news be come to court:
    He is arriv'de, obserue the king, and you shall
    Quickely finde, Hamlet being here,
    Things fell not to his minde.
    Queene But what became of Gilderstone and Rossencraft?
    Hor. He being set ashore, they went for England,
    And in the Packet there writ down that doome
    To be perform'd on them poynted for him:
    And by great chance he had his fathers Seale,
    So
    Prince of Denmarke.
    3551.1So all was done without discouerie.
    Queene Thankes be to heauen for blessing of the prince,
    Horatio once againe I take my leaue,
    With thowsand mothers blessings to my sonne.
    3551.5Horat. Madam adue.
    Enter King and Leartes.
    King. Hamlet from England! is it possible?
    What chance is this? they are gone, and he come home.
    3059.1Lear. O he is welcome, by my soule he is:
    3065At it my iocund heart doth leape for ioy,
    That I shall liue to tell him, thus he dies.
    king Leartes, content your selfe, be rulde by me,
    3068.1And you shall haue no let for your reuenge.
    2885Lear. My will, not all the world.
    King Nay but Leartes, marke the plot I haue layde,
    3100I haue heard him often with a greedy wish,
    Vpon some praise that he hath heard of you
    Touching your weapon, which with all his heart,
    He might be once tasked for to try your cunning.
    Lea. And how for this?
    King Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager,
    3124.1Shalbe on Hamlets side, and you shall giue the oddes,
    The which will draw him with a more desire,
    To try the maistry, that in twelue venies
    You gaine not three of him: now this being granted,
    3124.5When you are hot in midst of all your play,
    Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie,
    Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson,
    That if it drawes but the least dramme of blood,
    In any part of him, he cannot liue:
    3138.1This being done will free you from suspition,
    And not the deerest friend that Hamlet lov'de
    Will euer haue Leartes in suspect.
    3130Lear. My lord, I like it well:
    3130.1But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match.
    King I'le warrant you, wee'le put on you
    H3 Such
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Such a report of singularitie,
    Will bring him on, although against his will.
    3123.1And lest that all should misse,
    3150I'le haue a potion that shall ready stand,
    In all his heate when that he calles for drinke,
    3148.1Shall be his period and our happinesse.
    Lear. T'is excellent, O would the time were come!
    Here comes the Queene. enter the Queene.
    king How now Gertred, why looke you heauily?
    3153.1Queene O my Lord, the yong Ofelia
    3160Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures,
    Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke,
    3165The enuious sprig broke, into the brooke she fell,
    And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade,
    Bore the yong Lady vp: and there she sate smiling,
    Euen Mermaide-like, twixt heauen and earth,
    Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable
    3170As it were of her distresse, but long it could not be,
    Till that her clothes, being heauy with their drinke,
    Dragg'd the sweete wretch to death.
    Lear. So, she is drownde:
    Too much of water hast thou Ofelia,
    Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares,
    3179.1Reuenge it is must yeeld this heart releefe,
    For woe begets woe, and griefe hangs on griefe. exeunt.
    enter Clowne and an other.
    3190Clowne I say no, she ought not to be buried
    In christian buriall.
    3191.12. Why sir?
    3195Clowne Mary because shee's drownd.
    3195.12. But she did not drowne her selfe.
    Clowne No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her.
    2. Yea but it was against her will.
    Clowne No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here,
    If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe:
    3205But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd,
    Ergo
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death:
    3208.1Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir.
    2. I but see, she hath christian buriall,
    Because she is a great woman.
    3215Clowne Mary more's the pitty, that great folke
    Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne
    Themselues, more than other people:
    Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou
    3230Goest, tell me one thing, who buildes strongest,
    Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?
    3231.12. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone,
    And will indure long.
    Clowne That's prety, too't agen, too't agen.
    2. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes,
    3232.1And that brings many a one to his long home.
    Clowne Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe
    3235dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill,
    goe get thee gone:
    And if any one aske thee hereafter, say,
    A Graue-maker, for the houses he buildes
    Last till Doomes-day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe.
    3245 Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
    3285Clowne A picke-axe and a spade,
    A spade for and a winding sheete,
    Most fit it is, for t'will be made, he throwes vp a shouel.
    For such a ghest most meete.
    Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe,
    That is thus merry in making of a graue?
    See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth.
    Hor. My lord, Custome hath made it in him seeme no- (thing.
    Clowne A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,
    For and a winding sheete,
    Most fit it is for to be made,
    For such a ghest most meet.
    Ham. Looke you, there's another Horatio.
    Why
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    Why mai't not be the scull of some Lawyer?
    3289.1Me thinkes he should indite that fellow
    Of an action of Batterie, for knocking
    3290Him about the pate with's shouel: now where is your
    Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and
    Double vouchers, your leases and free-holde,
    And tenements? why that same boxe there will scarse
    Holde the conueiance of his land, and must
    The honor lie there? O pittifull transformance!
    3302.1I prethee tell me Horatio,
    3305Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes?
    Hor. I my Lorde, and of calues-skinnes too.
    Ham. Ifaith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues
    That deale with them, or put their trust in them.
    3275There's another, why may not that be such a ones
    Scull, that praised my Lord such a ones horse,
    When he meant to beg him? Horatio, I prethee
    Lets question yonder fellow.
    Now my friend, whose graue is this?
    3310Clowne Mine sir.
    3325Ham. But who must lie in it?
    3325.1Clowne If I should say, I should, I should lie in my throat (sir.
    Ham. What man must be buried here?
    Clowne No man sir.
    Ham. What woman?
    Clowne. No woman neither sir, but indeede
    One that was a woman.
    Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio,
    3330This seauen yeares haue I noted it: the toe of the pesant,
    Comes so neere the heele of the courtier,
    That hee gawles his kibe, I prethee tell mee one thing,
    How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots?
    Clowne I faith sir, if hee be not rotten before
    He be laide in, as we haue many pocky corses,
    He will last you, eight yeares, a tanner
    Will last you eight yeares full out, or nine.
    Ham.
    Prince of Denmarke
    Ham. And why a tanner?
    Clowne Why his hide is so tanned with his trade,
    That it will holde out water, that's a parlous
    Deuourer of your dead body, a great soaker.
    Looke you, heres
    a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare,
    Let me see, I euer since our last king Hamlet
    3335Slew Fortenbrasse in combat, yong Hamlets father,
    Hee that's mad.
    Ham. I mary, how came he madde?
    Clowne Ifaith very strangely, by loosing of his wittes.
    3350Ham. Vpon what ground?
    Clowne A this ground, in Denmarke.
    3351.1Ham. Where is he now?
    Clowne Why now they sent him to England.
    3340Ham. To England! wherefore?
    Clowne Why they say he shall haue his wittes there,
    Or if he haue not, t'is no great matter there,
    It will not be seene there.
    Ham. Why not there?
    Clowne Why there they say the men are as mad as he.
    Ham. Whose scull was this?
    Clowne This, a plague on him, a madde rogues it was,
    He powred once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head,
    3365Why do not you know him? this was one Yorickes scull.
    3370Ham. Was this? I prethee let me see it, alas poore Yoricke
    I knew him Horatio,
    A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty times
    vpon his backe, here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a
    3375hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres
    your iests now Yoricke? your flashes of meriment: now go
    3380to my Ladies chamber, and bid her paint her selfe an inch
    thicke, to this she must come Yoricke. Horatio, I prethee
    tell me one thing, doost thou thinke that Alexander looked
    thus?
    Hor. Euen so my Lord.
    Ham. And smelt thus?
    I Hor.
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    Hor. I my lord, no otherwise.
    Ham. No, why might not imagination worke, as thus of
    Alexander, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander
    became earth, of earth we make clay, and Alexander being
    but clay, why might not time bring to passe, that he might
    stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell?
    3400Imperious Caesar dead and turnd to clay,
    Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the winde away.
    3405 Enter King and Queene, Leartes, and other lordes,
    with a Priest after the coffin.
    Ham. What funerall's this that all the Court laments?
    3410It shews to be some noble parentage:
    Stand by a while.
    Lear. What ceremony else? say, what ceremony else?
    3415Priest My Lord, we haue done all that lies in vs,
    And more than well the church can tolerate,
    3415.1She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule:
    And but for fauour of the king, and you,
    She had beene buried in the open fieldes,
    Where now she is allowed christian buriall.
    Lear. So, I tell thee churlish Priest, a ministring Angell
    shall my sister be, when thou liest howling.
    Ham. The faire Ofelia dead!
    3435Queene Sweetes to the sweete, farewell:
    I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed, faire maide,
    And not to follow thee vnto thy graue.
    Lear. Forbeare the earth a while: sister farewell:
    Leartes leapes into the graue.
    3445Now powre your earth on, Olympus hie,
    And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon: Hamlet leapesin after Leartes
    Whats he that coniures so?
    Ham. Beholde tis I, Hamlet the Dane.
    Lear. The diuell take thy soule.
    3455Ham. O thou praiest not well,
    I prethee take thy hand from off my throate,
    For there is something in me dangerous,
    Which
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand:
    I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could:
    Shew me what thou wilt doe for her:
    Wilt fight, wilt fast, wilt pray,
    Wilt drinke vp vessels, eate a crocadile? Ile doot:
    Com'st thou here to whine?
    And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue,
    Here let vs stand: and let them them throw on vs,
    Whole hills of earth, till with the heighth therof,
    3480Make Oosell as a Wart.
    King. Forbeare Leartes, now is hee mad, as is the sea,
    Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue:
    3484.1Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope.
    Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus?
    I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away,
    A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day.
    Exit Hamlet and Horatio.
    Queene. Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus,
    3482.1And not his heart, Leartes.
    King. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle,
    This very day shall Hamlet drinke his last,
    3496.1For presently we meane to send to him,
    Therfore Leartes be in readynes.
    3498.1Lear. My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet.
    King. Come Gertred, wee'l haue Leartes, and our sonne,
    Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both,
    Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie.
    3498.5Queene God grant they may. exeunt omnes.
    Enter Hamlet and Horatio
    Ham. beleeue mee, it greeues mee much Horatio,
    3580That to Leartes I forgot my selfe:
    For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe,
    3581.1Though there's a difference in each others wrong.
    Enter a Bragart Gentleman.
    Horatio, but you marke yon water-flie,
    3588.1The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court.
    I2 Gen.
    The Tragedy of Hamlet
    3595Gent. Now God saue thee, sweete prince Hamlet.
    3595.1Ham. And you sir: foh, how the muske-cod smels!
    Gen. I come with an embassage from his maiesty to you
    Ham. I shall sir giue you attention:
    3600By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde.
    Gent. It is indeede very rawish colde.
    Ham. T'is hot me thinkes.
    3605Gent. Very swoltery hote:
    The King, sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your side,
    Six Barbary horse, against six french rapiers,
    With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages:
    3620In good faith they are very curiously wrought.
    Ham. The cariages sir, I do not know what you meane.
    Gent. The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like.
    Ham. The worde had beene more cosin german to the
    3625phrase, if he could haue carried the canon by his side,
    And howe's the wager? I vnderstand you now.
    3630Gent. Mary sir, that yong Leartes in twelue venies
    At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you,
    And on your side the King hath laide,
    And desires you to be in readinesse.
    Ham. Very well, if the King dare venture his wager,
    I dare venture my skull: when must this be?
    Gent. My Lord, presently, the king, and her maiesty,
    3657.10With the rest of the best iudgement in the Court,
    Are comming downe into the outward pallace.
    Ham. Goe tell his maiestie, I wil attend him.
    Gent. I shall deliuer your most sweet answer. exit.
    Ham. You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced,
    3644.1Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole.
    Hor. He will disclose himselfe without inquirie.
    Ham. Beleeue me Horatio, my hart is on the sodaine
    Very sore, all here about.
    Hor. My lord, forbeare the challenge then.
    Ham. No Horatio, not I, if danger be now,
    Why then it is not to come, theres a predestiuate prouidence
    in
    Prince of Denmarke.
    in the fall of a sparrow: heere comes the King.
    Enter King, Queene, Leartes, Lordes.
    King Now sonne Hamlet, we hane laid vpon your head,
    3677.1And make no question but to haue the best.
    Ham. Your maiestie hath laide a the weaker side.
    3715King We doubt it not, deliuer them the foiles.
    Ham. First Leartes, heere's my hand and loue,
    3678.1Protesting that I neuer wrongd Leartes.
    If Hamlet in his madnesse did amisse,
    That was not Hamlet, but his madnes did it,
    And all the wrong I e're did to Leartes,
    I here proclaime was madnes, therefore lets be at peace,
    3695And thinke I haue shot mine arrow o're the house,
    And hurt my brother.
    Lear. Sir I am satisfied in nature,
    But in termes of honor I'le stand aloofe,
    3700And will no reconcilement,
    Till by some elder maisters of our time
    3701.1I may be satisfied.
    King Giue them the foyles.
    3710Ham. I'le be your foyle Leartes, these foyles,
    3725Haue all a laught, come on sir: a hit.
    Lear. No none. Heere they play:
    3745Ham. Iudgement.
    Gent. A hit, a most palpable hit.
    Lear. Well, come againe. They play againe.
    Ham. Another. Iudgement.
    Lear. I, I grant, a tuch, a tuch.
    King Here Hamlet, the king doth drinke a health to thee
    Queene Here Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face.
    3750King Giue him the wine.
    Ham. Set it by, I'le haue another bowt first,
    3752.1I'le drinke anone.
    Queene Here Hamlet, thy mother drinkes to thee.
    3758.1 Shee drinkes.
    3760King Do not drinke Gertred: O t'is the poysned cup!
    I3 Ham.
    The Tragedie of Hamlet
    3770Ham. Leartes come, you dally with me,
    I pray you passe with your most cunningst play.
    Lear. I! say you so? haue at you,
    Ile hit you now my Lord:
    And yet it goes almost against my conscience.
    Ham. Come on sir.
    They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded,
    3777.1Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies.
    3780King Looke to the Queene.
    Queene O the drinke, the drinke, Hamlet, the drinke.
    Ham. Treason, ho, keepe the gates.
    Lords How ist my Lord Leartes?
    3782.1Lear. Euen as a coxcombe should,
    3785Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon:
    Hamlet, thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life,
    The fatall Instrument is in thy hand.
    Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned
    3798.1That drinke was made for thee.
    Ham. The poysned Instrument within my hand?
    Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine:
    Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here. The king dies.
    Lear. O he is iustly serued:
    Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand,
    And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee. Leartes dies.
    Ham. And I thee, O I am dead Horatio, fare thee well.
    Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman,
    Then a Dane, here is some poison left.
    Ham. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe,
    3830O fie Horatio, and if thou shouldst die,
    What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde?
    3835What tongue should tell the story of our deaths,
    If not from thee? O my heart sinckes Horatio,
    Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse:
    Farewel Horatio, heauen receiue my soule. Ham. dies.
    Enter
    Prince of Denmarke.
    Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England.
    enter Fortenbrasse with his traine.
    Fort. Where is this bloudy sight?
    Hor. If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold,
    3856.1Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle.
    Fort. O imperious death! how many Princes
    Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death?
    Ambass. Our ambassie that we haue brought from Eng- (land,
    Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake?
    3863.1O most most vnlooked for time! vnhappy country.
    Hor. Content your selues, Ile shew to all, the ground,
    3875The first beginning of this Tragedy:
    Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place,
    3872.1And let the State of the world be there:
    Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde,
    3875.1That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde.
    3885Fort. I haue some rights of memory to this kingdome,
    Which now to claime my leisure doth inuite mee:
    3895Let foure of our chiefest Captaines
    Beare Hamlet like a souldier to his graue:
    For he was likely, had he liued,
    To a prou'd most royall.
    Take vp the bodie, such a sight as this
    Becomes the fieldes, but here doth much amisse.
    Finis