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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)

    Enter Gho st and Hamlet.
    Ham. Ile go no farther, whither wilt thou leade me?
    Gho st Marke me.
    Ham. I will.
    Gho st I am thy fathers spirit, doomd for a time
    695 To 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 Gho st.
    Gho st Nay pitty me not, but to my vnfolding
    Lend thy li stning eare, but that I am forbid
    To tell the secrets of my prison house
    700 I would a tale vnfold, whose lighte st 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
    705 Like quils vpon the fretfull Porpentine,
    But this same blazon mu st not be, to eares of fle sh and blood
    Hamlet, if euer thou did st thy deere father loue.
    Ham. O God.
    710 Gho. Reuenge his foule, and mo st vnnaturall murder:
    Ham. Murder.
    Gho st Yea, murder in the highe st degree,
    As in the lea st tis bad,
    But mine mo st foule, bea stly, and vnnaturall.
    Ham. Ha ste me to knowe it, that with wings as swift as
    meditation, or the thought of it, may sweepe to my reuenge.
    Gho st O I finde thee apt, and duller should st thou be
    Then the fat weede which rootes it selfe in ease
    720 On 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 Pro s s es of my death rankely abusde:
    725 But know thou noble Youth: he that did sting
    Thy fathers heart, now weares his Crowne.
    Ham. O my prophetike soule, my vncle! my vncle!
    Gho st Yea he, that ince stuous wretch, wonne to his will (with gifts,
    O wicked will, and gifts! that haue the power
    So to seduce my mo st seeming vertuous Queene,
    But vertne, as it neuer will be moued,
    740 Though Lewdne s s e court it in a shape of heauen,
    So Lu st, thought to a radiant angle linckt,
    Would fate it selfe from a cele stiall bedde,
    And prey on garbage: but soft, me thinkes
    I sent the mornings ayre, briefe let me be,
    Sleeping within my Orchard, my cu stome alwayes
    745 In 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 di stilment, whose effect
    750 Hold such an enmitie with blood of man,
    That swift as quicke silner, it po steth 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
    760 Of Crowne, of Queene, of life, of dignitie
    760 At once depriued, no reckoning made of,
    But sent vnto my graue,
    With all my accompts and sinnes vpon my head,
    765 O horrible, mo st horrible!
    765.1 Ham. O God!
    gho st If thou ha st nature in thee, beare it not,
    But howsoeuer, let not thy heart
    770 Conspire again st thy mother aught,
    Leaue her to heauen,
    And to the burthen that her conscience beares.
    I mu st 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 ho ste of heauen! O earth, what else?
    And shall I couple hell; remember thee?
    Yes thou poore Gho st; 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 one may smile, and smile, and be a villayne;
    At lea st I am sure, it may be so in Denmarke.
    795 So vncle, there you are, there you are.
    795 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.
    800 Hor. Heauens secure him.
    Mar. How i' st my noble lord?
    805 Hor. 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.
    810 Mar. 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,
    815 But hee's an arrant knaue.
    Hor. There need no Gho st come from the graue to tell
    you this.
    Ham. Right, you are in the right, and therefore
    I holde it meet without more circum stance at all,
    820 Wee shake hands and part; you as your bu sines
    And de siers shall leade you: for looke you,
    Euery man hath bu sines, and de sires, such
    As it is, and for my owne poore parte, ile go pray.
    825 Hor. 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,
    830 And much offence too, touching this vi sion,
    It is an hone st gho st, that let mee tell you,
    For your de sires to know what is betweene vs,
    Or'emai ster it as you may:
    And now kind frends, as yon are frends,
    Schollers and gentlmen,
    835 Grant mee one poore reque st.
    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.
    840 Hor. In faith my Lord not I.
    Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith.
    Ham. Nay vpon my sword, indeed vpon my sword.
    845 Gho. Sweare.
    845 The Go st vnder the stage.
    Ham. Ha, ha, come you here, this fellow in the sellerige,
    Here consent to sweare.
    Hor. Propose the oth my Lord.
    850 Ham. Neuer to speake what you haue seene to night,
    Sweare by my sword.
    Go st. Sweare.
    Ham. Hic & vbique; nay then weele shift our ground:
    Come hither Gentlemen, and lay your handes
    855 Againe vpon this sword, neuer to speake
    Of that which you haue seene, sweare by my sword.
    Gho st Sweare.
    Ham. Well said old Mole, can' st worke in the earth?
    so fa st, 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 dispo sition on,
    That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall
    870 With 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,
    875 This not to doe, so grace, and mercie
    At your mo st need helpe you, sweare
    Gho st. sweare.
    Ham. Re st, re st, perturbed spirit: so gentlemen,
    880 In 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,
    885 The time is out of ioynt, O cursed spite,
    That euer I was borne to set it right,
    Nay come lett's go together. Exeunt.