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  • Title: Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)
  • Textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604)

    Tragicall Historie of
    Prince of Denmarke.
    0.5By William Shakespeare.
    Newly imprinted and enlarged to almost as much
    againe as it was, according to the true and perfect
    0.10Printed by I.R. for N.L. and are to be sold at his
    shoppe vnder Saint Dunstons Church in
    Fleetstreet. 1605.
    The Tragedie of
    0.15Prince of Denmarke.
    Enter Barnardo, and Francisco, two Centinels.
    Bar. VVHose there?
    5Fran. Nay answere me. Stand and vnfolde your selfe.
    Bar. Long liue the King,
    Fran. Barnardo.
    Bar. Hee.
    10Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre,
    Bar. Tis now strooke twelfe, get thee to bed Francisco,
    Fran. For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
    And I am sick at hart.
    Bar. Haue you had quiet guard?
    15Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
    Bar. Well, good night:
    If you doe meete Horatio and Marcellus,
    The riualls of my watch, bid them make hast.
    Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.
    Fran. I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there?
    20Hora. Friends to this ground.
    Mar. And Leedgemen to the Dane,
    Fran. Giue you good night.
    Mar. O, farwell honest souldiers, who hath relieu'd you?
    Fran. Barnardo hath my place; giue you good night. Exit Fran.
    Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
    Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
    Hora. A peece of him.
    Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus,
    30Hora. What, ha's this thing appeard againe to night?
    Bar. I haue seene nothing.
    Mar. Horatio saies tis but our fantasie,
    And will not let beliefe take holde of him,
    Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs,
    35Therefore I haue intreated him along,
    With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
    That if againe this apparision come,
    He may approoue our eyes and speake to it.
    Hora. Tush, tush, twill not appeare.
    40Bar. Sit downe a while,
    And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
    That are so fortified against our story,
    What we haue two nights seene.
    Hora. Well, sit we downe,
    45And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.
    Bar. Last night of all,
    When yond same starre thats weastward from the pole,
    Had made his course t'illume that part of heauen
    Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe
    50The bell then beating one.
    Enter Ghost.
    Mar. Peace, breake thee of, looke where it comes againe.
    Bar. In the same figure like the King thats dead.
    Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio.
    55Bar. Lookes a not like the King? marke it Horatio.
    Hora. Most like, it horrowes me with feare and wonder.
    Bar. It would be spoke to.
    Mar. Speake to it Horatio.
    Hora. What art thou that vsurpst this time of night,
    60Together with that faire and warlike forme,
    In which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke
    Did sometimes march, by heauen I charge thee speake.
    Mar. It is offended.
    Bar. See it staukes away.
    Hora. Stay, speake, speake, I charge thee speake. Exit Ghost.
    Mar. Tis gone and will not answere.
    Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
    Is not this somthing more then phantasie?
    70What thinke you-ont?
    Hora. Before my God I might not this belieue,
    Without the sencible and true auouch
    Of mine owne eies.
    Mar. Is it not like the King?
    75Hora. 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 ice.
    80Tis strange.
    Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre,
    With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch.
    Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,
    But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion,
    85This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
    Mar. Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes,
    Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch
    So nightly toiles the subiect of the land,
    And with such dayly cost of brazon Cannon
    90And forraine marte, for implements of warre,
    Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
    Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
    What might be toward that this sweaty hast
    Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
    95Who ist that can informe mee?
    Hora. That can I.
    At least the whisper goes so; our last King,
    Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs,
    Was as you knowe by Fortinbrasse of Norway,
    100Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride
    Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
    (For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him)
    Did slay this Fortinbrasse, who by a seald compact
    Well ratified by lawe and heraldy
    105Did forfait (with his life) all these his lands
    Which he stood seaz'd of, to the conquerour.
    Against the which a moitie competent
    Was gaged by our King, which had returne
    To the inheritance of Fortinbrasse,
    110Had he bin vanquisher; as by the same comart,
    And carriage of the article desseigne,
    His fell to Hamlet; now Sir, young Fortinbrasse
    Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full,
    Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there
    115Sharkt vp a list of lawelesse resolutes
    For foode and diet to some enterprise
    That hath a stomacke in't, which is no other
    As it doth well appeare vnto our state
    But to recouer of vs by strong hand
    120And tearmes compulsatory, those foresaid lands
    So by his father lost; and this I take it,
    Is the maine motiue of our preparations
    The source of this our watch, and the chiefe head
    Of this post hast and Romeage in the land.
    124.1Bar. I thinke it be no other, but enso;
    Well may it sort that this portentous figure
    Comes armed through our watch so like the King
    That was and is the question of these warres.
    124.5Hora. A moth it is to trouble the mindes eye:
    In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
    A little ere the mightiest Iulius fell
    The graues stood tennatlesse, and the sheeted dead
    Did squeake and gibber in the Roman streets
    124.10As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood
    Disasters in the sunne; and the moist starre,
    Vpon whose influence Neptunes Empier stands,
    Was sicke almost to doomesday with eclipse.
    And euen the like precurse of feare euents
    124.15As harbindgers preceading still the fates
    And prologue to the Omen comming on
    Haue heauen and earth together demonstrated
    Vnto our Climatures and countrymen.
    125Enter Ghost.
    But soft, behold, loe where it comes againe
    Ile crosse it though it blast mee: stay illusion, It spreads his armes.
    If thou hast any sound or vse of voyce,
    Speake to me, if there be any good thing to be done
    130That may to thee doe ease, and grace to mee,
    Speake to me.
    If thou art priuie to thy countries fate
    Which happily foreknowing may auoyd
    O speake:
    Or if thou hast vphoorded in thy life
    Extorted treasure in the wombe of earth
    135For which they say your spirits oft walke in death. The cocke crowes.
    Speake of it, stay and speake, stop it Marcellus.
    Mar. Shall I strike it with my partizan?
    Hor. Doe if it will not stand.
    Bar. Tis heere.
    140Hor. Tis heere.
    Mar. Tis gone.
    We doe it wrong being so Maiesticall
    To offer it the showe of violence,
    For it is as the ayre, invulnerable,
    145And our vaine blowes malicious mockery.
    Bar. It was about to speake when the cock crewe.
    Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing,
    Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard,
    The Cock that is the trumpet to the morne,
    150Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat
    Awake the God of day, and at his warning
    Whether in sea or fire, in earth or ayre
    Th'extrauagant and erring spirit hies
    To his confine, and of the truth heerein
    155This present obiect made probation.
    Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cock.
    Some say that euer gainst that season comes
    Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated
    This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
    160And then they say no spirit dare sturre abraode
    The nights are wholsome, then no plannets strike,
    No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme
    So hallowed, and so gratious is that time.
    Hora. So haue I heard and doe in part belieue it,
    165But looke the morne in russet mantle clad
    Walkes ore the dewe of yon high Eastward hill
    Breake we our watch vp and by my aduise
    Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
    Vnto young Hamlet, for vppon my life
    170This spirit dumb to vs, will speake to him:
    Doe you consent we shall acquaint him with it
    As needfull in our loues, fitting our duty.
    Mar. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning knowe
    Where we shall find him most conuenient. Exeunt.
    175Florish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmarke, Gertrad theQueene,
    Counsaile: as Polonius, and his Sonne Laertes,
    Hamlet, Cum Alijs.
    Claud. Though yet of Hamlet our deare brothers death
    180The memorie be greene, and that it vs befitted
    To beare our harts in griefe, and our whole Kingdome,
    To be contracted in one browe of woe
    Yet so farre hath discretion fought with nature,
    That we with wisest sorrowe thinke on him
    185Together with remembrance of our selues:
    Therefore our sometime Sister, now our Queene
    Th'imperiall ioyntresse to this warlike state
    Haue we as twere with a defeated ioy
    With an auspitious, and a dropping eye,
    190With mirth in funerall, and with dirdge in marriage,
    In equall scale waighing delight and dole
    Taken to wife: nor haue we heerein bard
    Your better wisdomes, which haue freely gone
    With this affaire along (for all our thankes)
    195Now followes that you knowe young Fortinbrasse,
    Holding a weake supposall of our worth
    Or thinking by our late deare brothers death
    Our state to be disioynt, and out of frame
    Coleagued with this dreame of his aduantage
    200He hath not faild to pestur vs with message
    Importing the surrender of those lands
    Lost by his father, with all bands of lawe
    To our most valiant brother, so much for him:
    205Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting,
    Thus much the busines is, we haue heere writ
    To Norway Vncle of young Fortenbrasse
    Who impotent and bedred scarcely heares
    Of this his Nephewes purpose; to suppresse
    210His further gate heerein, in that the leuies,
    The lists, and full proportions are all made
    Out of his subiect, and we heere dispatch
    You good Cornelius, and you Valtemand,
    For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
    215Giuing to you no further personall power
    To busines with the King, more then the scope
    Of these delated articles allowe:
    Farwell, and let your hast commend your dutie.
    Cor. Vo. In that, and all things will we showe our dutie.
    220King. We doubt it nothing, hartely farwell.
    And now Laertes whats the newes with you?
    You told vs of some sute, what ist Laertes?
    You cannot speake of reason to the Dane
    225And lose your voyce; what wold'st thou begge Laertes,?
    That shall not be my offer, not thy asking,
    The head is not more natiue to the hart
    The hand more instrumentall to the mouth
    Then is the throne of Denmarke to thy father,
    230What would'st thou haue Laertes?
    Laer. My dread Lord,
    Your leaue and fauour to returne to Fraunce,
    From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke,
    To showe my dutie in your Coronation;
    235Yet now I must confesse, that duty done
    My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward Fraunce
    And bowe them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
    King. Haue you your fathers leaue, what saies Polonius?
    240Polo. Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue
    240.1By laboursome petition, and at last
    Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,
    I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.
    King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine
    And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
    But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my sonne.
    245Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kind.
    King. How is it that the clowdes still hang on you.
    Ham. Not so much my Lord, I am too much in the sonne.
    Queene. Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off
    And let thine eye looke like a friend on Denmarke,
    250Doe not for euer with thy vailed lids
    Seeke for thy noble Father in the dust,
    Thou know'st tis common all that liues must die,
    Passing through nature to eternitie.
    Ham. I Maddam, it is common.
    255Quee. If it be
    VVhy seemes it so perticuler with thee.
    Ham. Seemes Maddam, nay it is, I know not seemes,
    Tis not alone my incky cloake coold mother
    Nor customary suites of solembe blacke
    260Nor windie suspiration of forst breath
    No, nor the fruitfull riuer in the eye,
    Nor the deiected hauior of the visage
    Together with all formes, moodes, chapes of griefe
    That can deuote me truely, these indeede seeme,
    265For they are actions that a man might play
    But I haue that within which passes showe
    These but the trappings and the suites of woe.
    King. Tis sweete and commendable in your nature Hamlet,
    270To giue these mourning duties to your father
    But you must knowe your father lost a father,
    That father lost, lost his, and the suruiuer bound
    In filliall obligation for some tearme
    To doe obsequious sorrowe, but to perseuer
    275In obstinate condolement, is a course
    Of impious stubbornes, tis vnmanly griefe,
    It showes a will most incorrect to heauen
    A hart vnfortified, or minde impatient
    An vnderstanding simple and vnschoold
    280For what we knowe must be, and is as common
    As any the most vulgar thing to sence,
    Why should we in our peuish opposition
    Take it to hart, fie, tis a fault to heauen,
    A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
    285To reason most absurd, whose common theame
    Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed
    From the first course, till he that died to day
    This must be so: we pray you throw to earth
    This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs
    290As of a father, for let the world take note
    You are the most imediate to our throne,
    And with no lesse nobilitie of loue
    Then that which dearest father beares his sonne,
    Doe I impart toward you for your intent
    295In going back to schoole in Wittenberg,
    It is most retrogard to our desire,
    And we beseech you bend you to remaine
    Heere in the cheare and comfort of our eye,
    Our chiefest courtier, cosin, and our sonne.
    300Quee. Let not thy mother loose her prayers Hamlet,
    I pray thee stay with vs, goe not to Wittenberg.
    Ham. I shall in all my best obay you Madam.
    King. Why tis a louing and a faire reply,
    305Be as our selfe in Denmarke, Madam come,
    This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
    Sits smiling to my hart, in grace whereof,
    No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
    But the great Cannon to the cloudes shall tell.
    310And the Kings rowse the heauen shall brute againe,
    Respeaking earthly thunder; come away. Florish. Exeunt all, but Hamlet
    Ham. O that this too too sallied flesh would melt,
    Thaw and resolue it selfe into a dewe,
    315Or that the euerlasting had not fixt
    His cannon gainst seale slaughter, ô God, God,
    How wary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
    Seeme to me all the vses of this world?
    Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden
    320That growes to seede, things rancke and grose in nature,
    Possesse it meerely that it should come thus
    But two months dead, nay not so much, not two,
    So excellent a King, that was to this
    Hiperion to a satire, so louing to my mother,
    325That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen
    Visite her face too roughly, heauen and earth
    Must I remember, why she should hang on him
    As if increase of appetite had growne
    By what it fed on, and yet within a month,
    330Let me not thinke on't; frailty thy name is woman
    A little month or ere those shooes were old
    With which she followed my poore fathers bodie
    Like Niobe all teares, why she
    O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
    335Would haue mourn'd longer, married with my Vncle,
    My fathers brother, but no more like my father
    Then I to Hercules, within a month,
    Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous teares,
    Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes
    340She married, ô most wicked speede; to post
    With such dexteritie to incestious sheets,
    It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
    But breake my hart, for I must hold my tongue.
    Enter Horatio,Marcellus, and Bernardo.
    345Hora. Haile to your Lordship.
    Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.
    Hora. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.
    350Ham. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you,
    And what make you from WittenbergHoratio?
    Mar. My good Lord.
    355Ham. I am very glad to see you, (good euen sir)
    But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?
    Hora. A truant disposition good my Lord.
    Ham. I would not heare your enimie say so,
    Nor shall you doe my eare that violence
    360To make it truster of your owne report
    Against your selfe, I knowe you are no truant,
    But what is your affaire in Elsonoure?
    Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart.
    Hora. My Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall.
    365Ham. I pre thee doe not mocke me fellowe studient,
    I thinke it was to my mothers wedding.
    Hora. Indeede my Lord it followed hard vppon.
    Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funerall bak't meates
    Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
    370Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen
    Or euer I had seene that day Horatio,
    My father, me thinkes I see my father.
    Hora. Where my Lord?
    Ham. In my mindes eye Horatio.
    375Hora. I saw him once, a was a goodly King.
    Ham. A was a man take him for all in all
    I shall not looke vppon his like againe.
    Hora. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight.
    Ham. saw, who?
    380Hora. My Lord the King your father.
    Ham. The King my father?
    Hora. Season your admiration for a while
    With an attent eare till I may deliuer
    Vppon the witnes of these gentlemen
    385This maruile to you.
    Ham. For Gods loue let me heare?
    Hora. Two nights together had these gentlemen
    Marcellus, and Barnardo, on their watch
    In the dead wast and middle of the night
    390Beene thus incountred, a figure like your father
    Armed at poynt, exactly Capapea
    Appeares before them, and with solemne march,
    Goes slowe and stately by them; thrice he walkt
    By their opprest and feare surprised eyes
    395Within his tronchions length, whil'st they distil'd
    Almost to gelly, with the act of feare
    Stand dumbe and speake not to him; this to me
    In dreadfull secresie impart they did,
    And I with them the third night kept the watch,
    400Whereas they had deliuered both in time
    Forme of the thing, each word made true and good,
    The Apparision comes: I knewe your father,
    These hands are not more like.
    Ham. But where was this?
    405Mar. My Lord vppon the platforme where we watch
    Ham. Did you not speake to it?
    Hora. My Lord I did,
    But answere made it none, yet once me thought
    It lifted vp it head, and did addresse
    410It selfe to motion like as it would speake:
    But euen then the morning Cock crewe loude,
    And at the sound it shrunk in hast away
    And vanisht from our sight.
    Ham. Tis very strange.
    415Hora. As I doe liue my honor'd Lord tis true
    And we did thinke it writ downe in our dutie
    To let you knowe of it.
    Ham. Indeede Sirs but this troubles me,
    Hold you the watch to night?
    420All. We doe my Lord.
    Ham. Arm'd say you?
    All. Arm'd my Lord.
    Ham. From top to toe?
    All. My Lord from head to foote.
    425Ham. Then sawe you not his face.
    Hora. O yes my Lord, he wore his beauer vp.
    Ham. What look't he frowningly?
    Hora. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.
    Ham. Pale, or red?
    430Hora. Nay very pale.
    Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?
    Hora. Most constantly.
    Ham. I would I had beene there.
    Hora. It would haue much a maz'd you.
    435Ham. Very like, stayd it long?
    Hora. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundreth.
    Both. Longer, longer.
    Hora. Not when I saw't.
    Ham. His beard was grissl'd, no.
    440Hora. It was as I haue seene it in his life
    A sable siluer'd.
    Ham. I will watch to nigh
    Perchaunce twill walke againe.
    Hora. I warn't it will.
    Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person,
    445Ile speake to it though hell it selfe should gape
    And bid me hold my peace; I pray you all
    If you haue hetherto conceald this sight
    Let it be tenable in your silence still,
    And what someuer els shall hap to night,
    450Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue,
    I will requite your loues, so farre you well:
    Vppon the platforme twixt a leauen and twelfe
    Ile visite you.
    All. Our dutie to your honor. Exeunt.
    455Ham. Your loues, as mine to you, farwell.
    My fathers spirit (in armes) all is not well,
    I doubt some foule play, would the night were come,
    Till then sit still my soule, fonde deedes will rise
    Though all the earth ore-whelme them to mens eyes. Exit.
    Enter Laertes, and Ophelia his Sister.
    Laer. My necessaries are inbarckt, farwell,
    And sister, as the winds giue benefit
    And conuay, in assistant doe not sleepe
    465But let me heere from you.
    Ophe. Doe you doubt that?
    Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauour,
    Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood
    A Violet in the youth of primy nature,
    470Forward, not permanent, sweete, not lasting,
    The perfume and suppliance of a minute
    No more.
    Ophe. No more but so.
    Laer. Thinke it no more.
    For nature cressant does not growe alone
    475In thewes and bulkes, but as this temple waxes
    The inward seruice of the minde and soule
    Growes wide withall, perhapes he loues you now,
    And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmirch
    The vertue of his will, but you must feare,
    His greatnes wayd, his will is not his owne,
    He may not as vnualewed persons doe,
    Carue for himselfe, for on his choise depends
    The safty and health of this whole state,
    485And therefore must his choise be circumscribd
    Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that body
    Whereof he is the head, then if he saies he loues you,
    It fits your wisdome so farre to belieue it
    As he in his particuler act and place
    490May giue his saying deede, which is no further
    Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
    Then way what losse your honor may sustaine
    If with too credent eare you list his songs
    Or loose your hart, or your chast treasure open
    495To his vnmastred importunity.
    Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare sister,
    And keepe you in the reare of your affection
    Out of the shot and danger of desire,
    "The chariest maide is prodigall inough
    500If she vnmaske her butie to the Moone
    "Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious strokes
    "The canker gaules the infants of the spring
    Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd,
    And in the morne and liquid dewe of youth
    505Contagious blastments are most iminent,
    Be wary then, best safety lies in feare,
    Youth to it selfe rebels, though non els neare.
    Ophe. I shall the effect of this good lesson keepe
    As watchman to my hart, but good my brother
    510Doe not as some vngracious pastors doe,
    Showe me the stepe and thorny way to heauen
    Whiles a puft, and reckles libertine
    Himselfe the primrose path of dalience treads.
    And reakes not his owne reed. Enter Polonius.
    515Laer. O feare me not,
    I stay too long, but heere my father comes
    A double blessing, is a double grace,
    Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.
    520Pol. Yet heere Laertes? a bord, a bord for shame,
    The wind sits in the shoulder of your saile,
    And you are stayed for, there my blessing with thee,
    And these fewe precepts in thy memory
    Looke thou character, giue thy thoughts no tongue,
    525Nor any vnproportion'd thought his act,
    Be thou familier, but by no meanes vulgar,
    Those friends thou hast, and their a doption tried,
    Grapple them vnto thy soule with hoopes of steele,
    But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment
    530Of each new hatcht vnfledgd courage, beware
    Of entrance to a quarrell, but being in,
    Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee,
    Giue euery man thy eare, but fewe thy voyce,
    Take each mans censure, but reserue thy iudgement,
    535Costly thy habite as thy purse can by,
    But not exprest in fancy; rich not gaudy,
    For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man
    And they in Fraunce of the best ranck and station,
    Or of a most select and generous, chiefe in that:
    540Neither a borrower nor a lender boy,
    For loue oft looses both it selfe, and friend,
    And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry;
    This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true
    And it must followe as the night the day
    545Thou canst not then be false to any man:
    Farwell, my blessing season this in thee.
    Laer. Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord.
    Pol. The time inuests you goe, your seruants tend.
    Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well
    550What I haue sayd to you.
    Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt
    And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
    Laer. Farwell. Exit Laertes.
    Pol. What ist Ophelia he hath sayd to you?
    555Ophe. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
    Pol. Marry well bethought
    Tis tolde me he hath very oft of late
    Giuen priuate time to you, and you your selfe
    Haue of your audience beene most free and bountious,
    560If it be so, as so tis put on me,
    And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
    You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely
    As it behooues my daughter, and your honor,
    What is betweene you giue me vp the truth,
    565Ophe. He hath my Lord of late made many tenders
    Of his affection to me.
    Pol. Affection, puh, you speake like a greene girle
    Vnsifted in such perrilous circumstance,
    Doe you belieue his tenders as you call them?
    570Ophe. I doe not knowe my Lord what I should thinke.
    Pol. Marry I will teach you, thinke your selfe a babie
    That you haue tane these tenders for true pay
    Which are not sterling, tender your selfe more dearely
    Or (not to crack the winde of the poore phrase
    575Wrong it thus) you'l tender me a foole.
    Ophe. My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue
    In honorable fashion.
    Pol. I, fashion you may call it, go to, go to.
    Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech
    580My Lord, with almost all the holy vowes of heauen.
    Pol. I, springs to catch wood-cockes, I doe knowe
    When the blood burnes, how prodigall the soule
    Lends the tongue vowes, these blazes daughter
    Giuing more light then heate, extinct in both
    585Euen in their promise, as it is a making
    You must not take for fire, from this time
    Be something scanter of your maiden presence
    Set your intreatments at a higher rate
    Then a commaund to parle; for Lord Hamlet,
    590Belieue so much in him that he is young,
    And with a larger tider may he walke
    Then may be giuen you: in fewe Ophelia,
    Doe not belieue his vowes, for they are brokers
    Not of that die which their inuestments showe
    595But meere imploratotors of vnholy suites
    Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
    The better to beguide: this is for all,
    I would not in plaine tearmes from this time foorth
    Haue you so slaunder any moment leasure
    600As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet,
    Looke too't I charge you, come your wayes.
    Ophe. I shall obey my Lord.Exeunt.
    Enter Hamlet, Horatio and Marcellus.
    Ham. The ayre bites shroudly, it is very colde.
    605Hora. It is nipping, and an eager ayre.
    Ham. What houre now?
    Hora. I thinke it lackes of twelfe.
    Mar. No, it is strooke.
    Hora. Indeede; I heard it not, it then drawes neere the season,
    610Wherein the spirit held his wont to walke A florish of trumpets and 2. peeces goes of.
    What does this meane my Lord?
    Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rowse.
    Keepes wassell and the swaggring vp-spring reeles:
    And as he draines his drafts of Rennish downe,
    615The kettle drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out
    The triumph of his pledge.
    Hora. Is it a custome?
    Ham. I marry ist,
    But to my minde, though I am natiue heere
    620And to the manner borne, it is a custome
    More honourd in the breach, then the obseruance.
    621.1This heauy headed reueale east and west
    Makes vs tradust, and taxed of other nations,
    They clip vs drunkards, and with Swinish phrase
    Soyle our addition, and indeede it takes
    621.5From our atchieuements, though perform'd at height
    The pith and marrow of our attribute,
    So oft it chaunces in particuler men,
    That for some vicious mole of nature in them
    As in their birth wherein they are not guilty,
    621.10(Since nature cannot choose his origin)
    By their ore-grow'th of some complextion
    Oft breaking downe the pales and forts of reason,
    Or by some habit, that too much ore-leauens
    The forme of plausiue manners, that these men
    621.15Carrying I say the stamp of one defect
    Being Natures liuery, or Fortunes starre,
    His vertues els be they as pure as grace,
    As infinite as man may vndergoe,
    Shall in the generall censure take corruption
    621.20From that particuler fault: the dram of eale
    Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
    To his owne scandle.
    Enter Ghost.
    Hora. Looke my Lord it comes.
    Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs:
    625Be thou a spirit of health, or gobl
    in damn'd,
    Bring with thee ayres from heauen, or blasts from hell,
    Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
    Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
    That I will speake to thee, Ile call thee Hamlet,
    630King, father, royall Dane, ô answere mee,
    Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
    Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death
    Haue burst their cerements? why the Sepulcher,
    Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd
    635Hath op't his ponderous and marble iawes,
    To cast thee vp againe? what may this meane
    That thou dead corse, againe in compleat steele
    Reuisites thus the glimses of the Moone,
    Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature
    640So horridly to shake our disposition
    With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules,
    Say why is this, wherefore, what should we doe? Beckins.
    Hora. It beckins you to goe away with it
    645As if it some impartment did desire
    To you alone.
    Mar. Looke with what curteous action
    It waues you to a more remooued ground,
    But doe not goe with it.
    650Hora. No, by no meanes.
    Ham. It will not speake, then I will followe it.
    Hora. Doe not my Lord.
    Ham. Why what should be the feare,
    I doe not set my life at a pinnes fee,
    655And for my soule, what can it doe to that
    Being a thing immortall as it selfe;
    It waues me forth againe, Ile followe it.
    Hora. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord,
    Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cleefe
    660That bettles ore his base into the sea,
    And there assume some other horrable forme
    Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason,
    And draw you into madnes, thinke of it,
    663.1The very place puts toyes of desperation
    Without more motiue, into euery braine
    That lookes so many fadoms to the sea
    And heares it rore beneath.
    Ham. It waues me still,
    Goe on, Ile followe thee.
    665Mar. You shall not goe my Lord.
    Ham. Hold of your hands.
    Hora. Be rul'd, you shall not goe.
    Ham. My fate cries out
    And makes each petty arture in this body
    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,
    I say away, goe on, Ile followe thee. Exit Ghost and Hamlet.
    675Hora. He waxes desperate with imagion.
    Mar. Lets followe, tis not fit thus to obey him.
    Hora. Haue after, to what issue will this come?
    Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke.
    Hora. Heauen will direct it.
    680Mar. Nay lets follow him. Exeunt.
    Enter Ghost, and Hamlet.
    Ham. Whether wilt thou leade me, speake, Ile goe no further.
    Ghost. Marke me.
    Ham. I will.
    685Ghost. My houre is almost come
    When I to sulphrus and tormenting flames
    Must render vp my selfe.
    Ham. Alas poore Ghost.
    Ghost. Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing
    690To what I shall vnfold.
    Ham. Speake, I am bound to heare.
    Ghost. So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare.
    Ham. What?
    Ghost. I am thy fathers spirit,
    695Doomd for a certaine tearme to walke the night,
    And for the day confind to fast in fires,
    Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of nature
    Are burnt and purg'd away: but that I am forbid
    To tell the secrets of my prison house,
    700I could a tale vnfolde whose lightest word
    Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young blood,
    Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
    Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
    And each particuler haire to stand an end,
    705Like quils vpon the fearefull Porpentine,
    But this eternall blazon must not be
    To eares of flesh and blood, list, list, ô list:
    If thou did'st euer thy deare father loue.
    Ham. O God.
    710Ghost. Reuenge his foule, and most vnnaturall murther.
    Ham. Murther.
    Ghost. Murther most foule, as in the best it is,
    But this most foule, strange and vnnaturall.
    Ham. Hast me to know't, that I with wings as swift
    As meditation, or the thoughts of loue
    May sweepe to my reuenge.
    Ghost. I find thee apt,
    And duller shouldst thou be then the fat weede
    720That rootes it selfe in ease on Lethe wharffe,
    Would'st thou not sturre in this; now Hamlet heare,
    Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my Orchard,
    A Serpent stung me, so the whole eare of Denmarke
    Is by a forged processe of my death
    725Ranckely abusde: but knowe thou noble Youth,
    The Serpent that did sting thy fathers life
    Now weares his Crowne.
    Ham. O my propheticke soule! my Vncle?
    Ghost. I that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
    730With witchcraft of his wits, with trayterous gifts,
    O wicked wit, and giftes that haue the power
    So to seduce; wonne to his shamefull lust
    The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene;
    O Hamlet, what falling off was there
    735From me whose loue was of that dignitie
    That it went hand in hand, euen with the vowe
    I made to her in marriage, and to decline
    Vppon a wretch whose naturall gifts were poore,
    To those of mine; but vertue as it neuer will be mooued,
    740Though lewdnesse court it in a shape of heauen
    So but though to a radiant Angle linckt,
    Will sort it selfe in a celestiall bed
    And pray on garbage.
    But soft, me thinkes I sent the morning ayre,
    Briefe let me be; sleeping within my Orchard,
    745My custome alwayes of the afternoone,
    Vpon my secure houre, thy Vncle stole
    With iuyce of cursed Hebona in a viall,
    And in the porches of my eares did poure
    The leaprous distilment, whose effect
    750Holds such an enmitie with blood of man,
    That swift as quicksiluer it courses through
    The naturall gates and allies of the body,
    And with a sodaine vigour it doth possesse
    And curde like eager droppings into milke,
    755The thin and wholsome blood; so did it mine,
    And a most instant tetter barckt about
    Most Lazerlike with vile and lothsome crust
    All my smooth body.
    Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand,
    760Of life, of Crowne, of Queene at once dispatcht,
    Cut off euen in the blossomes of my sinne,
    Vnhuzled, disappointed, vnanueld,
    No reckning made, but sent to my account
    Withall my imperfections on my head,
    765O horrible, ô horrible, most horrible.
    If thou hast nature in thee beare it not,
    Let not the royall bed of Denmarke be
    A couch for luxury and damned incest.
    But howsomeuer thou pursues this act,
    770Tain't not thy minde, nor let thy soule contriue
    Against thy mother ought, leaue her to heauen,
    And to those thornes that in her bosome lodge
    To prick and sting her, fare thee well at once,
    The Gloworme shewes the matine to be neere
    775And gins to pale his vneffectuall fire,
    Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me.
    Ham. O all you host of heauen, ô earth, what els,
    And shall I coupple hell, ô fie, hold, hold my hart,
    And you my sinnowes, growe not instant old,
    780But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee,
    I thou poore Ghost whiles memory holds a seate
    In this distracted globe, remember thee,
    Yea, from the table of my memory
    Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records,
    785All sawes of bookes, all formes, all pressures past
    That youth and obseruation coppied there,
    And thy commandement all alone shall liue,
    Within the booke and volume of my braine
    Vnmixt with baser matter, yes by heauen,
    790O most pernicious woman.
    O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine,
    My tables, meet it is I set it downe
    That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine,
    At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke.
    795So Vncle, there you are, now to my word,
    It is adew, adew, remember me.
    I haue sworn't.
    Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.
    Hora. My Lord, my Lord.
    Mar. Lord Hamlet.
    800Hora. Heauens secure him.
    Ham. So be it.
    Mar. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
    Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy come, and come.
    Mar. How i'st my noble Lord?
    805Hora. What newes my Lord?
    Ham. O, wonderfull.
    Hora. Good my Lord tell it.
    Ham. No, you will reueale it.
    Hora. 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'le be secret.
    Booth. I by heauen.
    Ham. There's neuer a villaine,
    Dwelling in all Denmarke
    815But hee's an arrant knaue.
    Hora. There needes no Ghost my Lord, come from the graue
    To tell vs this.
    Ham. Why right, you are in the right,
    And so without more circumstance at all
    820I hold it fit that we shake hands and part,
    You, as your busines and desire shall poynt you,
    For euery man hath busines and desire
    Such as it is, and for my owne poore part
    I will goe pray.
    825Hora. These are but wilde and whurling words my Lord.
    Ham. I am sorry they offend you hartily,
    Yes faith hartily.
    Hora. There's no offence my Lord.
    Ham. Yes by Saint Patrick but there is Horatio,
    830And much offence to, touching this vision heere,
    It is an honest Ghost that let me tell you,
    For your desire to knowe what is betweene vs
    Oremastret as you may, and now good friends,
    As you are friends, schollers, and souldiers,
    835Giue me one poore request.
    Hora. What i'st my Lord, we will.
    Ham. Neuer make knowne what you haue seene to night.
    Booth. My Lord we will not.
    Ham. Nay but swear't.
    840Hora. In faith my Lord not I.
    Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith.
    Ham. Vppon my sword.
    Mar. We haue sworne my Lord already.
    Ham. Indeede vppon my sword, indeed.
    845Ghost cries vnder the Stage.
    Ghost. Sweare.
    Ham. Ha, ha, boy, say'st thou so, art thou there trupenny?
    Come on, you heare this fellowe in the Sellerige,
    Consent to sweare.
    Hora. Propose the oath my Lord.
    850Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene
    Sweare by my sword.
    Ghost. Sweare.
    Ham. Hic, & vbique, then weele shift our ground:
    Come hether Gentlemen
    855And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
    Sweare by my sword
    Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard.
    Ghost. Sweare by his sword.
    Ham. Well sayd olde Mole, can'st worke it'h earth so fast,
    860A worthy Pioner, once more remooue good friends.
    Hora. O 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
    865Heere as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
    (How strange or odde so mere I beare my selfe,
    As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet,
    To put an Anticke disposition on
    That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall
    870With armes incombred thus, or this head shake,
    Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull phrase,
    As well, well, we knowe, or we could and if we would,
    Or if we list to speake, or there be and if they might,
    Or such ambiguous giuing out, to note)
    875That you knowe ought of me, this doe sweare,
    So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you.
    Ghost. Sweare.
    Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so Gentlemen,
    880Withall my loue I doe commend me to you,
    And what so poore a man as Hamlet is,
    May doe t'expresse his loue and frending to you
    God willing shall not lack, let vs goe in together,
    And still your fingers on your lips I pray,
    885The time is out of ioynt, ô cursed spight
    That euer I was borne to set it right.
    Nay come, lets goe together. Exeunt.
    Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.
    890Pol. Giue him this money, and these notes Reynaldo.
    Rey. I will my Lord.
    Pol. You shall doe meruiles wisely good Reynaldo,
    Before you visite him, to make inquire
    Of his behauiour.
    895Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.
    Pol. Mary well said, very well said; looke you sir,
    Enquire me first what Danskers are in Parris,
    And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe,
    900What companie, at what expence, and finding
    By this encompasment, and drift of question
    That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer
    Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
    Take you as t'were some distant knowledge of him,
    905As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
    And in part him, doe you marke this Reynaldo?
    Rey. I, very well my Lord.
    Pol. And in part him, but you may say, not well,
    But y'ft be he I meane, hee's very wilde,
    910Adicted so and so, and there put on him
    What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck
    As may dishonour him, take heede of that,
    But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
    As are companions noted and most knowne
    915To youth and libertie.
    Rey. As gaming my Lord.
    Pol. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
    Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so far.
    Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him.
    920Pol. Fayth as you may season it in the charge.
    You must not put another scandell on him,
    That he is open to incontinencie,
    That's not my meaning, but breath his faults so quently
    That they may seeme the taints of libertie,
    925The flash and out-breake of a fierie mind,
    A sauagenes in vnreclamed blood,
    Of generall assault.
    Rey. But my good Lord.
    Pol. Wherefore should you doe this?
    Rey. I my Lord, I would know that.
    930Pol. Marry sir, heer's my drift,
    And I belieue it is a fetch of wit,
    You laying these slight sallies on my sonne
    As t'were a thing a little soyld with working,
    Marke you, your partie in conuerse, him you would sound
    935Hauing euer seene in the prenominat crimes
    The youth you breath of guiltie, be assur'd
    He closes with you in this consequence,
    Good sir, (or so,) or friend, or gentleman,
    According to the phrase, or the addistion
    940Of man and country.
    Rey. Very good my Lord.
    Pol. And then sir doos a this, a doos, what was I about to say?
    By the masse I was about to say something,
    Where did I leaue?
    945Rey. At closes in the consequence.
    Pol. At closes in the consequence, I marry,
    He closes thus, I know the gentleman,
    I saw him yesterday, or th'other day,
    950Or then, or then, with such or such, and as you say,
    There was a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse,
    There falling out at Tennis, or perchance
    I saw him enter such a house of sale,
    Videlizet, a brothell, or so foorth, see you now,
    955Your bait of falshood take this carpe of truth,
    And thus doe we of wisedome, and of reach,
    With windlesses, and with assaies of bias,
    By indirections find directions out,
    So by my former lecture and aduise
    960Shall you my sonne; you haue me, haue you not?
    Rey. My Lord, I haue.
    Pol. God buy ye, far ye well.
    Rey. Good my Lord.
    Pol. Obserue his inclination in your selfe.
    965Rey. I shall my Lord.
    Pol. And let him ply his musique.
    Rey. Well my Lord. Exit Rey.
    Enter Ophelia.
    Pol. Farewell. How now Ophelia, whats the matter?
    Oph. O my Lord, my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted,
    Pol. With what i'th name of God?
    Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my closset,
    Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
    975No hat vpon his head, his stockins fouled,
    Vngartred, and downe gyued to his ancle,
    Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
    And with a looke so pittious in purport
    As if he had been loosed out of hell
    980To speake of horrors, he comes before me.
    Pol. Mad for thy loue?
    Oph. My lord I doe not know,
    But truly I doe feare it.
    Pol. What said he?
    Oph. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard,
    985Then goes he to the length of all his arme,
    And with his other hand thus ore his brow,
    He falls to such perusall of my face
    As a would draw it, long stayd he so,
    At last, a little shaking of mine arme,
    990And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe,
    He raisd a sigh so pittious and profound
    As it did seeme to shatter all his bulke,
    And end his beeing; that done, he lets me goe,
    And with his head ouer his shoulder turn'd
    995Hee seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
    For out adoores he went without theyr helps,
    And to the last bended their light on me.
    Pol. Come, goe with mee, I will goe seeke the King,
    This is the very extacie of loue,
    1000Whose violent propertie fordoos it selfe,
    And leades the will to desperat vndertakings
    As oft as any passions vnder heauen
    That dooes afflict our natures: I am sorry,
    What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late?
    1005Oph. No my good Lord, but as you did commaund
    I did repell his letters, and denied
    His accesse to me.
    Pol. That hath made him mad.
    I am sorry, that with better heede and iudgement
    1010I had not coted him, I fear'd he did but trifle
    And meant to wrack thee, but beshrow my Ielousie:
    By heauen it is as proper to our age
    To cast beyond our selues in our opinions,
    As it is common for the younger sort
    1015To lack discretion; come, goe we to the King,
    This must be knowne, which beeing kept close, might moue
    More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue,
    Come. Exeunt.
    Florish. Enter King and Queene, Rosencraus and
    King. Welcome deere Rosencraus, and Guyldensterne,
    Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
    The need we haue to vse you did prouoke
    Our hastie sending, something haue you heard
    1025Of Hamlets transformation, so call it,
    Sith nor th'exterior, nor the inward man
    Resembles that it was, what it should be,
    More then his fathers death, that thus hath put him
    So much from th'vnderstanding of himselfe
    1030I cannot dreame of: I entreate you both
    That beeing of so young dayes brought vp with him,
    And sith so nabored to his youth and hauior,
    That you voutsafe your rest heere in our Court
    Some little time, so by your companies
    1035To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
    So much as from occasion you may gleane,
    1036.1Whether ought to vs vnknowne afflicts him thus,
    That opend lyes within our remedie.
    Quee. Good gentlemen, he hath much talkt of you,
    And sure I am, two men there is not liuing
    1040To whom he more adheres, if it will please you
    To shew vs so much gentry and good will,
    As to expend your time with vs a while,
    For the supply and profit of our hope,
    Your visitation shall receiue such thanks
    1045As fits a Kings remembrance.
    Ros. Both your Maiesties
    Might by the soueraigne power you haue of vs,
    Put your dread pleasures more into commaund
    Then to entreatie.
    1050Guyl. But we both obey.
    And heere giue vp our selues in the full bent,
    To lay our seruice freely at your feete
    To be commaunded.
    King. Thanks Rosencraus, and gentle Guyldensterne.
    1055Quee. Thanks Guyldensterne, and gentle Rosencraus.
    And I beseech you instantly to visite
    My too much changed sonne, goe some of you
    And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
    1060Guyl. Heauens make our presence and our practices
    Pleasant and helpfull to him.
    Quee. I Amen. Exeunt Ros. and Guyld.
    Enter Polonius.
    Pol. Th'embassadors from Norway my good Lord,
    1065Are ioyfully re
    King. Thou still hast been the father of good newes.
    Pol. Haue I my Lord? I assure my good Liege
    I hold my dutie as I hold my soule,
    Both to my God, and to my gracious King;
    1070And I doe thinke, or els this braine of mine
    Hunts not the trayle of policie so sure
    As it hath vsd to doe, that I haue found
    The very cause of Hamlets lunacie.
    King. O speake of that, that doe I long to heare.
    1075Pol. Giue first admittance to th'embassadors,
    My newes shall be the fruite to that great feast.
    King. Thy selfe doe grace to them, and bring them in.
    He tells me my deere Gertrard he hath found
    The head and source of all your sonnes distemper.
    1080Quee. I doubt it is no other but the maine
    His fathers death, and our hastie marriage.
    Enter Embassadors.
    King. Well, we shall sift him, welcome my good friends,
    Say Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
    1085Vol. Most faire returne of greetings and desires;
    Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse
    His Nephews leuies, which to him appeard
    To be a preparation gainst the Pollacke,
    But better lookt into, he truly found
    1090It was against your highnes, whereat greeu'd
    That so his sicknes, age, and impotence
    Was falsly borne in hand, sends out arrests
    On Fortenbrasse, which he in breefe obeyes,
    Receiues rebuke from Norway, and in fine,
    1095Makes vow before his Vncle neuer more
    To giue th'assay of Armes against your Maiestie:
    Whereon old Norway ouercome with ioy,
    Giues him threescore thousand crownes in anuall fee,
    And his commission to imploy those souldiers
    1100So leuied (as before) against the Pollacke,
    With an entreatie heerein further shone,
    That it might please you to giue quiet passe
    Through your dominions for this enterprise
    On such regards of safety and allowance
    1105As therein are set downe.
    King. It likes vs well,
    And at our more considered time, wee'le read,
    Answer, and thinke vpon this busines:
    Meane time, we thanke you for your well tooke labour,
    1110Goe to your rest, at night weele feast together,
    Most welcome home. Exeunt Embassadors.
    Pol. This busines is well ended.
    My Liege and Maddam, to expostulate
    What maiestie should be, what dutie is,
    1115Why day is day, night, night, and time is time,
    Were nothing but to wast night, day, and time,
    Therefore breuitie is the soule of wit,
    And tediousnes the lymmes and outward florishes,
    I will be briefe, your noble sonne is mad:
    1120Mad call I it, for to define true madnes,
    What ist but to be nothing els but mad,
    But let that goe.
    Quee. More matter with lesse art.
    Pol. Maddam, I sweare I vse no art at all,
    1125That hee's mad tis true, tis true, tis pitty,
    And pitty tis tis true, a foolish figure,
    But farewell it, for I will vse no art.
    Mad let vs graunt him then, and now remaines
    That we find out the cause of this effect,
    1130Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
    For this effect defectiue comes by cause:
    Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus
    I haue a daughter, haue while she is mine,
    Who in her dutie and obedience, marke,
    1135Hath giuen me this, now gather and surmise,
    To the Celestiall and my soules Idoll, the most beau-
    tified Ophelia, that's an ill phrase, a vile phrase,
    beautified is a vile phrase, but you shall heare: thus in
    1140her excellent white bosome, these &c.
    Quee. Came this from Hamlet to her?
    Pol. Good Maddam stay awhile, I will be faithfull,
    Doubt thou the starres are fire, Letter.
    1145Doubt that the Sunne doth moue,
    Doubt truth to be a lyer,
    But neuer doubt I loue.
    O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers, I haue not art to recken
    my grones, but that I loue thee best, ô most best belieue it, adew.
    Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this machine is to him. (Hamlet.
    Pol. This in obedience hath my daughter showne me,
    And more about hath his solicitings
    1155As they fell out by time, by meanes, and place,
    All giuen to mine eare.
    King. But how hath she receiu'd his loue?
    Pol. What doe you thinke of me?
    King. As of a man faithfull and honorable.
    1160Pol. I would faine proue so, but what might you thinke
    When I had seene this hote loue on the wing,
    As I perceiu'd it (I must tell you that)
    Before my daughter told me, what might you,
    Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere thinke,
    1165If I had playd the Deske, or Table booke,
    Or giuen my hart a working mute and dumbe,
    Or lookt vppon this loue with idle sight,
    What might you thinke? no, I went round to worke,
    And my young Mistris thus I did bespeake,
    1170Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy star,
    This must not be: and then I prescripts gaue her
    That she should locke her selfe from her resort,
    Admit no messengers, receiue no tokens,
    Which done, she tooke the fruites of my aduise:
    1175And he repell'd, a short tale to make,
    Fell into a sadnes, then into a fast,
    Thence to a wath, thence into a weakenes,
    Thence to lightnes, and by this declension,
    Into the madnes wherein now he raues,
    1180And all we mourne for.
    King. Doe you thinke this?
    Quee. It may be very like.
    Pol. Hath there been such a time, I would faine know that,
    That I haue positiuely said, tis so,
    1185When it proou'd otherwise?
    King. Not that I know.
    Pol. Take this, from this, if this be otherwise;
    If circumstances leade me, I will finde
    Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
    1190Within the Center.
    King. How may we try it further?
    Pol. You know sometimes he walkes foure houres together
    Heere in the Lobby.
    1195Quee. So he dooes indeede.
    Pol. At such a time, Ile loose my daughter to him,
    Be you and I behind an Arras then,
    Marke the encounter, if he loue her not,
    And be not from his reason falne thereon
    1200Let me be no assistant for a state
    But keepe a farme and carters.
    King. We will try it.
    Enter Hamlet.
    Quee. But looke where sadly the poore wretch comes reading.
    Pol. Away, I doe beseech you both away, Exit King and Queene.
    Ile bord him presently, oh giue me leaue,
    How dooes my good Lord Hamlet?
    Ham. Well, God a mercy.
    1210Pol. Doe you knowe me my Lord?
    Ham. Excellent well, you are a Fishmonger.
    Pol. Not I my Lord.
    Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
    Pol. Honest my Lord.
    1215Ham. I sir to be honest as this world goes,
    Is to be one man pickt out of tenne thousand.
    Pol. That's very true my Lord.
    Ham. For if the sunne breede maggots in a dead dogge, being a
    good kissing carrion. Haue you a daughter?
    Pol. I haue my Lord.
    Ham. Let her not walke i'th Sunne, conception is a blessing,
    But as your daughter may conceaue, friend looke to't.
    1225Pol. How say you by that, still harping on my daughter, yet hee
    knewe me not at first, a sayd I was a Fishmonger, a is farre gone,
    and truly in my youth, I suffred much extremity for loue, very
    neere this. Ile speake to him againe. What doe you reade my
    1230Ham. Words, words, words.
    Pol. What is the matter my Lord.
    Ham. Betweene who.
    Pol. I meane the matter that you reade my Lord.
    Ham. Slaunders sir; for the satericall rogue sayes heere, that old
    1235men haue gray beards, that their faces are wrinckled, their eyes
    purging thick Amber, & plumtree gum, & that they haue a plen-
    tifull lacke of wit, together with most weake hams, all which sir
    though I most powerfully and potentlie belieue, yet I hold it not
    1240honesty to haue it thus set downe, for your selfe sir shall growe old
    as I am: if like a Crab you could goe backward.
    Pol. Though this be madnesse, yet there is method in't, will you
    walke out of the ayre my Lord?
    Ham. Into my graue.
    Pol. Indeede that's out of the ayre; how pregnant sometimes
    his replies are, a happines that often madnesse hits on, which reason
    and sanctity could not so prosperously be deliuered of. I will leaue
    him and my daughter. My Lord, I will take my leaue of you.
    Ham. You cannot take from mee any thing that I will not more
    willingly part withall: except my life, except my life, except my
    1260life. Enter Guyldersterne, and Rosencraus.
    Pol. Fare you well my Lord.
    Ham. These tedious old fooles.
    Pol. You goe to seeke the Lord Hamlet, there he is.
    Ros. God saue you sir.
    Guyl. My honor'd Lord.
    Ros. My most deere Lord.
    Ham. My extent good friends, how doost thou Guyldersterne?
    1270A Rosencraus, good lads how doe you both?
    Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.
    Guyl. Happy, in that we are not euer happy on Fortunes lap,
    We are not the very button.
    1275Ham. Nor the soles of her shooe.
    Ros. Neither my Lord.
    Ham. Then you liue about her wast, or in the middle of her fa- (uors.
    Guyl. Faith her priuates we.
    1280Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune, oh most true, she is a strumpet,
    What newes?
    Ros. None my Lord, but the worlds growne honest.
    Ham. Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is not true;
    But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsonoure?
    Ros. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion.
    Ham. Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thanke
    1320you, and sure deare friends, my thankes are too deare a halfpeny:
    were you not sent for? is it your owne inclining? is it a free visitati-
    on? come, come, deale iustly with me, come, come, nay speake.
    Guy. What should we say my Lord?
    1325Ham. Any thing but to'th purpose: you were sent for, and there is
    a kind of confession in your lookes, which your modesties haue not
    craft enough to cullour, I know the good King and Queene haue
    sent for you.
    Ros. To what end my Lord?
    1330Ham. That you must teach me: but let me coniure you, by the
    rights of our fellowship, by the consonancie of our youth, by the
    obligation of our euer preserued loue; and by what more deare a
    better proposer can charge you withall, bee euen and direct with
    me whether you were sent for or no.
    Ros. What say you.
    Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you? if you loue me hold not of.
    Guyl. My Lord we were sent for.
    1340Ham. I will tell you why, so shall my anticipation preuent your
    discouery, and your secrecie to the King & Queene moult no fea-
    ther, I haue of late, but wherefore I knowe not, lost all my mirth,
    forgon all custome of exercises: and indeede it goes so heauily with
    my disposition, that this goodly frame the earth, seemes to mee a
    1345sterill promontorie, this most excellent Canopie the ayre, looke
    you, this braue orehanging firmament, this maiesticall roofe fret-
    ted with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing to me but a foule
    and pestilent congregation of vapoures. What peece of worke is a
    1350man, how noble in reason, how infinit in faculties, in forme and
    moouing, how expresse and admirable in action, how like an An-
    gell in apprehension, how like a God: the beautie of the world; the
    paragon of Annimales; and yet to me, what is this Quintessence of
    1355dust: man delights not me, nor women neither, though by your
    smilling, you seeme to say so.
    Ros. My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my thoughts.
    1360Ham. Why did yee laugh then, when I sayd man delights not me.
    Ros. To thinke my Lord if you delight not in man, what Lenton
    entertainment the players shall receaue from you, we coted them
    on the way, and hether are they comming to offer you seruice.
    Ham. He that playes the King shal be welcome, his Maiestie shal
    haue tribute on me, the aduenterous Knight shall vse his foyle and
    target, the Louer shall not sigh gratis, the humorus Man shall end
    his part in peace, and the Lady shall say her minde freely: or the
    black verse shall hault for't. What players are they?
    Ros. Euen those you were wont to take such delight in, the Trage-
    1375dians of the Citty.
    Ham. How chances it they trauaile? their residence both in repu-
    tation, and profit was better both wayes.
    Ros. I thinke their inhibition, comes by the meanes of the late
    Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did when I was in
    the Citty; are they so followed.
    Ros. No indeede are they not.
    Ham. It is not very strange, for my Vncle is King of Denmarke, and
    1410 those that would make mouths at him while my father liued, giue
    twenty, fortie, fifty, a hundred duckets a peece, for his Picture
    in little, s'bloud there is somthing in this more then naturall, if
    Philosophie could find it out. A Florish.
    Guyl. There are the players.
    Ham. Gentlemen you are welcome to Elsonoure, your hands come
    then, th'appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremonie; let
    mee comply with you in this garb: let me extent to the players,
    1420which I tell you must showe fairely outwards, should more ap-
    peare like entertainment then yours? you are welcome: but my
    Vncle-father, and Aunt-mother, are deceaued.
    Guyl. In what my deare Lord.
    1425Ham. I am but mad North North west; when the wind is Sou-
    therly, I knowe a Hauke, from a hand saw.
    Enter Polonius.
    Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen.
    Ham. Harke you Guyldensterne, and you to, at each eare a hearer,
    1430that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swadling clouts.
    Ros. Happily he is the second time come to them, for they say an
    old man is twice a child.
    Ham. I will prophecy, he comes to tell me of the players, mark it,
    1435You say right sir, a Monday morning, t'was then indeede.
    Pol. My Lord I haue newes to tell you.
    Ham. My Lord I haue newes to tel you: when Rossius was an Actor
    in Rome.
    1440Pol. The Actors are come hether my Lord.
    Ham. Buz, buz.
    Pol. Vppon my honor.
    Ham. Then came each Actor on his Asse.
    Pol. The best actors in the world, either for Tragedie, Comedy,
    1445History, Pastorall, Pastorall Comicall, Historicall Pastorall, scene
    indeuidible, or Poem vnlimited. Sceneca cannot be too heauy, nor
    Plautus too light for the lawe of writ, and the liberty: these are the
    1450only men.
    Ham. O Ieptha Iudge of Israell, what a treasure had'st thou?
    Pol. What a treasure had he my Lord?
    Ham. Why one faire daughter and no more, the which he loued
    1455passing well.
    Pol. Still on my daughter.
    Ham. Am I not i'th right old Ieptha?
    Pol. If you call me Ieptha my Lord, I haue a daughter that I loue (passing well.
    Ham. Nay that followes not.
    Pol. What followes then my Lord?
    Ham. Why as by lot God wot, and then you knowe it came to
    passe, as most like it was; the first rowe of the pious chanson will
    showe you more, for looke where my abridgment comes.
    Enter thePlayers.
    Ham. You are welcome maisters, welcome all, I am glad to see thee
    well, welcome good friends, oh old friend, why thy face is va-
    lanct since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard me in Denmark?
    1470what my young Lady and mistris, by lady your Ladishippe is
    nerer to heauen, then when I saw you last by the altitude of a
    chopine, pray God your voyce like a peece of vncurrant gold,
    bee not crackt within the ring: maisters you are all welcome,
    weele ento't like friendly Fankners, fly at any thing we see,
    1475weele haue a speech straite, come giue vs a tast of your quality,
    come a passionate speech.
    Player. What speech my good Lord?
    Ham. I heard thee speake me a speech once, but it was neuer acted,
    1480 or if it was, not aboue once, for the play I remember pleasd not
    the million, t'was cauiary to the generall, but it was as I receaued
    it & others, whose iudgements in such matters cried in the top
    of mine, an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set downe
    1485with as much modestie as cunning. I remember one sayd there
    were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter sauory, nor no
    matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affection,
    but cald it an honest method, as wholesome as sweete, & by very
    much, more handsome then fine: one speech in't I chiefely loued,
    t'was Aeneas talke to Dido, & there about of it especially when he
    1490speakes of Priams slaughter, if it liue in your memory begin at
    this line, let me see, let me see, the rugged Pirbus like Th'ircanian
    beast, tis not so, it beginnes with Pirrhus, the rugged Pirrhus, he whose
    sable Armes,
    1495Black as his purpose did the night resemble,
    When he lay couched in th'omynous horse,
    Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,
    With heraldy more dismall head to foote,
    Now is he totall Gules horridly trickt
    1500With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
    Bak'd and empasted with the parching streetes
    That lend a tirranus and a damned light
    To their Lords murther, rosted in wrath and fire,
    And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,
    1505With eyes like Carbunkles, the hellish Phirrhus
    Old grandsire Priam seekes; so proceede you.
    Pol. Foregod my Lord well spoken, with good accent and good (discretion.
    Play. Anon he finds him,
    1510Striking too short at Greekes, his anticke sword
    Rebellious to his arme, lies where it fals,
    Repugnant to commaund; vnequall matcht,
    Pirrhus at Priam driues, in rage strikes wide,
    But with the whiffe and winde of his fell sword,
    1515Th'vnnerued father fals:
    Seeming to feele this blowe, with flaming top
    Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious crash
    Takes prisoner Pirrhus eare, for loe his sword
    Which was declining on the milkie head
    1520Of reuerent Priam, seem'd i'th ayre to stick,
    So as a painted tirant Pirrhus stood
    Like a newtrall to his will and matter,
    Did nothing:
    But as we often see against some storme,
    A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still,
    1525The bold winds speechlesse, and the orbe belowe
    As hush as death, anon the dreadfull thunder
    Doth rend the region, so after Pirrhus pause,
    A rowsed vengeance sets him new a worke,
    And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,
    1530On Marses Armor forg'd for proofe eterne,
    With lesse remorse then Pirrhus bleeding sword
    Now falls on Priam.
    Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
    In generall sinod take away her power,
    1535Breake all the spokes, and follies from her wheele,
    And boule the round naue downe the hill of heauen
    As lowe as to the fiends.
    Pol. This is too long.
    Ham. It shall to the barbers with your beard; prethee say on, he's
    1540for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleepes, say on, come to Hecuba.
    Play. But who, a woe, had seene the mobled Queene,
    Ham. The mobled Queene.
    Pol. That's good.
    1545Play Runne barefoote vp and downe, threatning the flames
    With Bison rehume, a clout vppon that head
    Where late the Diadem stood, and for a robe,
    About her lanck and all ore-teamed loynes,
    1550A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp,
    Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
    Gainst fortunes state would treason haue pronounst;
    if the gods themselues did see her then,
    When she saw Pirrhus make malicious sport
    1555In mincing with his sword her husband limmes,
    The instant burst of clamor that she made,
    Vnlesse things mortall mooue them not at all,
    Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
    And passion in the gods.
    1560Pol. Looke where he has not turnd his cullour, and has teares in's
    eyes, prethee no more.
    Ham. Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest of this soone,
    Good my Lord will you see the players well bestowed; doe you
    heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the abstract and breefe
    1565Chronicles of the time; after your death you were better haue a
    bad Epitaph then their ill report while you liue.
    Pol. My Lord, I will vse them according to their desert.
    1570Ham. Gods bodkin man, much better, vse euery man after his de-
    sert, & who shall scape whipping, vse them after your owne honor
    and dignity, the lesse they deserue the more merrit is in your boun-
    ty. Take them in.
    1575Pol. Come sirs.
    Ham. Follow him friends, weele heare a play to morrowe; dost thou
    heare me old friend, can you play the murther of Gonzago?
    Play. I my Lord.
    1580Ham. Weele hate to morrowe night, you could for neede study
    a speech of some dosen lines, or sixteene lines, which I would set
    downe and insert in't, could you not?
    Play. I my Lord.
    Ham. Very well, followe that Lord, & looke you mock him not.
    1585My good friends, Ile leaue you tell night, you are welcome to Elson-
    oure. Exeunt Pol. and Players.
    Ros. Good my Lord. Exeunt.
    Ham. I so God buy to you, now I am alone,
    1590O what a rogue and pesant slaue am I.
    Is it not monstrous that this player heere
    But in a fixion, in a dreame of passion
    Could force his soule so to his owne conceit
    That from her working all the visage wand,
    1595Teares in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
    A broken voyce, an his whole function suting
    With formes to his conceit; and all for nothing,
    For Hecuba.
    What's Hecuba to him, or he to her,
    1600That he should weepe for her? what would he doe
    Had he the motiue, and that for passion
    That I haue? he would drowne the stage with teares,
    And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech,
    Make mad the guilty, and appale the free,
    1605Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeede
    The very faculties of eyes and eares; yet I,
    A dull and muddy metteld raskall peake,
    Like Iohn-a-dreames, vnpregnant of my cause,
    And can say nothing; no not for a King,
    1610Vpon whose property and most deare life,
    A damn'd defeate was made: am I a coward,
    Who cals me villaine, breakes my pate a crosse,
    Pluckes off my beard, and blowes it in my face,
    Twekes me by the nose, giues me the lie i'th thraote
    1615As deepe as to the lunges, who does me this,
    Hah, s'wounds I should take it: for it cannot be
    But I am pidgion liuerd, and lack gall
    To make oppression bitter, or ere this
    I should a fatted all the region kytes
    1620With this slaues offall, bloody, baudy villaine,
    Remorslesse, trecherous, lecherous, kindlesse villaine.
    Why what an Asse am I, this is most braue,
    That I the sonne of a deere murthered,
    1625Prompted to my reuenge by heauen and hell,
    Must like a whore vnpacke my hart with words,
    And fall a cursing like a very drabbe; a stallyon, fie vppont, foh.
    About my braines; hum, I haue heard,
    That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
    1630Haue by the very cunning of the scene,
    Beene strooke so to the soule, that presently
    They haue proclaim'd their malefactions:
    For murther, though it haue no tongue will speake
    With most miraculous organ: Ile haue these Players
    1635Play something like the murther of my father
    Before mine Vncle, Ile obserue his lookes,
    Ile tent him to the quicke, if a doe blench
    I know my course. The spirit that I haue seene
    May be a deale, and the deale hath power
    1640T'assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps,
    Out of my weakenes, and my melancholy,
    As he is very potent with such spirits,
    Abuses me to damne me; Ile haue grounds
    More relatiue then this, the play's the thing
    1645Wherein Ile catch the conscience of the King. Exit.
    Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencraus, Guyl-
    densterne, Lords.
    King. An can you by no drift of conference
    Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
    1650Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet
    With turbulent and dangerous lunacie?
    Ros. He dooes confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,
    But from what cause, a will by no meanes speake.
    Guyl. Nor doe we find him forward to be sounded,
    1655But with a craftie madnes keepes aloofe
    When we would bring him on to some confession
    Of his true state.
    Quee. Did he receiue you well?
    Ros. Most like a gentleman.
    1660Guyl. But with much forcing of his disposition.
    Ros. Niggard of question, but of our demaunds
    Most free in his reply.
    Quee. Did you assay him to any pastime?
    Ros. Maddam, it so fell out that certaine Players
    1665We ore-raught on the way, of these we told him,
    And there did seeme in him a kind of ioy
    To heare of it: they are heere about the Court,
    And as I thinke, they haue already order
    This night to play before him.
    1670Pol. Tis most true,
    And he beseecht me to intreat your Maiesties
    To heare and see the matter.
    King. With all my hart,
    And it doth much content me
    To heare him so inclin'd.
    Good gentlemen giue him a further edge,
    1675And driue his purpose into these delights.
    Ros. We shall my Lord. Exeunt. Ros. & Guyl.
    King. Sweet Gertrard, leaue vs two,
    For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hether,
    1680That he as t'were by accedent, may heere
    Affront Ophelia; her father and my selfe,
    Wee'le so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene,
    We may of their encounter franckly iudge,
    And gather by him as he is behau'd,
    1685Ift be th'affliction of his loue or no
    That thus he suffers for.
    Quee. I shall obey you.
    And for your part Ophelia, I doe wish
    That your good beauties be the happy cause
    1690Of Hamlets wildnes, so shall I hope your vertues,
    Will bring him to his wonted way againe,
    To both your honours.
    Oph. Maddam, I wish it may.
    Pol. Ophelia walke you heere, gracious so please you,
    1695We will bestow our selues; reade on this booke,
    That show of such an exercise may cullour
    Your lowlines; we are oft too blame in this,
    Tis too much proou'd, that with deuotions visage
    And pious action, we doe sugar ore
    1700The deuill himselfe.
    King. O tis too true,
    How smart a lash that speech doth giue my conscience.
    The harlots cheeke beautied with plastring art,
    Is not more ougly to the thing that helps it,
    1705Then is my deede to my most painted word:
    O heauy burthen.
    Enter Hamlet.
    Pol. I heare him comming, with-draw my Lord.
    1710Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question,
    Whether tis nobler in the minde to suffer
    The slings and arrowes of outragious fortune,
    Or to take Armes against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing, end them, to die to sleepe
    1715No more, and by a sleepe, to say we end
    The hart-ake, and the thousand naturall shocks
    That flesh is heire to; tis a consumation
    Deuoutly to be wisht to die to sleepe,
    To sleepe, perchance to dreame, I there's the rub,
    1720For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come
    When we haue shuffled off this mortall coyle
    Must giue vs pause, there's the respect
    That makes calamitie of so long life:
    For who would beare the whips and scornes of time,
    1725Th'oppressors wrong, the proude mans contumely,
    The pangs of despiz'd loue, the lawes delay,
    The insolence of office, and the spurnes
    That patient merrit of th'vnworthy takes,
    When he himselfe might his quietas make
    1730With a bare bodkin; who would fardels beare,
    To grunt and sweat vnder a wearie life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The vndiscouer'd country, from whose borne
    No trauiler returnes, puzzels the will,
    1735And makes vs rather beare those ills we haue,
    Then flie to others that we know not of.
    Thus conscience dooes make cowards,
    And thus the natiue hiew of resolution
    Is sickled ore with the pale cast of thought,
    1740And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
    With this regard theyr currents turne awry,
    And loose the name of action. Soft you now,
    The faire Ophelia, Nimph in thy orizons
    Be all my sinnes remembred.
    1745Oph. Good my Lord,
    How dooes your honour for this many a day?
    Ham. I humbly thanke you well.
    Oph. My Lord, I haue remembrances of yours
    That I haue longed long to redeliuer,
    1750I pray you now receiue them.
    Ham. No, not I, I neuer gaue you ought.
    Oph. My honor'd Lord, you know right well you did,
    And with them words of so sweet breath composd
    As made these things more rich, their perfume lost,
    1755Take these againe, for to the noble mind
    Rich gifts wax poore when giuers prooue vnkind,
    There my Lord.
    Ham. Ha, ha, are you honest.
    Oph. My Lord.
    1760Ham. Are you faire?
    Oph. What meanes your Lordship?
    Ham. That if you be honest & faire, you should admit
    no discourse to your beautie.
    Oph. Could beauty my Lord haue better comerse
    1765Then with honestie?
    Ham. I truly, for the power of beautie will sooner transforme ho-
    nestie from what it is to a bawde, then the force of honestie can trans-
    late beautie into his likenes, this was sometime a paradox, but now the
    time giues it proofe, I did loue you once.
    Oph. Indeed my Lord you made me belieue so.
    Ham. You should not haue beleeu'd me, for vertue cannot so
    euocutat our old stock, but we shall relish of it, I loued you not.
    Oph. I was the more deceiued.
    Ham. Get thee a Nunry, why would'st thou be a breeder of sin-
    ners, I am my selfe indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse mee of
    such things, that it were better my Mother had not borne mee: I am
    very proude, reuengefull, ambitious, with more offences at my beck,
    then I haue thoughts to put them in, imagination to giue them shape,
    or time to act them in: what should such fellowes as I do crauling be-
    tweene earth and heauen, wee are arrant knaues, beleeue none of vs,
    goe thy waies to a Nunry. Where's your father?
    Oph. At home my Lord.
    Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him,
    That he may play the foole no where but in's owne house,
    Oph. O helpe him you sweet heauens.
    1790Ham. If thou doost marry, Ile giue thee this plague for thy dow-
    rie, be thou as chast as yce, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape ca-
    lumny; get thee to a Nunry, farewell. Or if thou wilt needes marry,
    marry a foole, for wise men knowe well enough what monsters you
    1795make of them: to a Nunry goe, and quickly to, farewell.
    Oph. Heauenly powers restore him.
    Ham. I haue heard of your paintings well enough, God hath gi-
    uen you one face, and you make your selfes another, you gig & am-
    1800ble, and you list you nickname Gods creatures, and make your wan-
    tonnes ignorance; goe to, Ile no more on't, it hath made me madde,
    I say we will haue no mo marriage, those that are married alreadie, all
    but one shall liue, the rest shall keep as they are: to a Nunry go. Exit.
    Oph. O what a noble mind is heere orethrowne!
    The Courtiers, souldiers, schollers, eye, tongue, sword,
    Th'expectation, and Rose of the faire state,
    The glasse of fashion, and the mould of forme,
    1810Th'obseru'd of all obseruers, quite quite downe,
    And I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,
    That suckt the honny of his musickt vowes;
    Now see what noble and most soueraigne reason
    Like sweet bells iangled out of time, and harsh,
    1815That vnmatcht forme, and stature of blowne youth
    Blasted with extacie, ô woe is mee
    T'haue seene what I haue seene, see what I see. Exit.
    Enter King and Polonius.
    King. Loue, his affections doe not that way tend,
    1820Nor what he spake, though it lackt forme a little,
    Was not like madnes, there's something in his soule
    Ore which his melancholy sits on brood,
    And I doe doubt, the hatch and the disclose
    VVill be some danger; which for to preuent,
    1825I haue in quick determination
    Thus set it downe: he shall with speede to England,
    For the demaund of our neglected tribute,
    Haply the seas, and countries different,
    With variable obiects, shall expell
    1830This something setled matter in his hart,
    Whereon his braines still beating
    Puts him thus from fashion of himselfe.
    What thinke you on't?
    Pol. It shall doe well.
    But yet doe I belieue the origin and comencement of his greefe,
    1835Sprung from neglected loue: How now Ophelia?
    You neede not tell vs what Lord Hamlet said,
    We heard it all: my Lord, doe as you please,
    But if you hold it fit, after the play,
    Let his Queene-mother all alone intreate him
    1840To show his griefe, let her be round with him,
    And Ile be plac'd (so please you) in the eare
    Of all their conference, if she find him not,
    To England send him: or confine him where
    Your wisedome best shall thinke.
    1845King. It shall be so,
    Madnes in great ones must not vnmatcht goe. Exeunt.
    Enter Hamlet, and three of the Players.
    Ham. Speake the speech I pray you as I pronoun'd it to you, trip-
    1850pingly on the tongue, but if you mouth it as many of our Players do,
    I had as liue the towne cryer spoke my lines, nor doe not saw the ayre
    too much with your hand thus, but vse all gently, for in the very tor-
    rent tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must
    1855acquire and beget a temperance, that may giue it smoothnesse, o it
    offends mee to the soule, to heare a robustious perwig-pated fellowe
    tere a passion to totters, to very rags, to spleet the eares of the ground-
    lings, vvho for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplica-
    1860ble dumbe showes, and noyse: I would haue such a fellow whipt for
    ore-dooing Termagant, it out Herods Herod, pray you auoyde it.
    Player. I warrant your honour.
    Hamlet. Be not too tame neither, but let your owne discretion be
    1865your tutor, sute the action to the word, the word to the action, with
    this speciall obseruance, that you ore-steppe not the modestie of na-
    ture: For any thing so ore-doone, is from the purpose of playing,
    whose end both at the first, and novve, was and is, to holde as twere
    1870the Mirrour vp to nature, to shew vertue her feature; scorne her own
    Image, and the very age and body of the time his forme and pressure:
    Now this ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it makes the vnskil-
    full laugh, cannot but make the iudicious greeue, the censure of
    1875which one, must in your allowance ore-weigh a whole Theater of o-
    thers. O there be Players that I haue seene play, and heard others
    praysd, and that highly, not to speake it prophanely, that neither ha-
    uing th'accent of Christians, nor the gate of Christian, Pagan, nor
    1880man, haue so strutted & bellowed, that I haue thought some of Na-
    tures Iornimen had made men, and not made them well, they imita-
    ted humanitie so abhominably.
    Player. I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with vs.
    Ham. O reforme it altogether, and let those that play your clownes
    speake no more then is set downe for them, for there be of them that
    wil themselues laugh, to set on some quantitie of barraine spectators
    to laugh to, though in the meane time, some necessary question of
    the play be then to be considered, that's villanous, and shewes a most
    pittifull ambition in the foole that vses it : goe make you readie. How
    1895now my Lord, will the King heare this peece of worke?
    Enter Polonius, Guyldensterne, & Rosencraus.
    Pol. And the Queene to, and that presently.
    Ham. Bid the Players make hast. Will you two help to hasten thē.
    1900Ros. I my Lord. Exeunt they two.
    Ham. What howe, Horatio. Enter Horatio.
    Hora. Heere sweet Lord, at your seruice.
    Ham. Horatio, thou art een as iust a man
    1905As ere my conuersation copt withall.
    Hor. O my deere Lord.
    Nay, doe not thinke I flatter,
    For what aduancement may I hope from thee
    That no reuenew hast but thy good spirits
    1910To feede and clothe thee, why should the poore be flatterd?
    No, let the candied tongue licke absurd pompe,
    And crooke the pregnant hindges of the knee
    Where thrift may follow fauning; doost thou heare,
    Since my deare soule was mistris of her choice,
    1915And could of men distinguish her election,
    S'hath seald thee for herselfe, for thou hast been
    As one in suffring all that suffers nothing,
    A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards
    Hast tane with equall thanks; and blest are those
    1920Whose blood and iudgement are so well comedled,
    That they are not a pype for Fortunes finger
    To sound what stop she please: giue me that man
    That is not passions slaue, and I will weare him
    In my harts core, I in my hart of hart
    1925As I doe thee. Something too much of this,
    There is a play to night before the King,
    One scene of it comes neere the circumstance
    Which I haue told thee of my fathers death,
    I prethee when thou seest that act a foote,
    1930Euen with the very comment of thy soule
    Obserue my Vncle, if his occulted guilt
    Doe not it selfe vnkennill in one speech,
    It is a damned ghost that we haue seene,
    And my imaginations are as foule
    1935As Vulcans stithy; giue him heedfull note,
    For I mine eyes will riuet to his face,
    And after we will both our iudgements ioyne
    In censure of his seeming.
    Hor. Well my lord,
    1940If a steale ought the whilst this play is playing
    And scape detected, I will pay the theft.
    Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drummes,King, Queene,
    Polonius, Ophelia
    Ham. They are comming to the play. I must be idle,
    Get you a place.
    King. How fares our cosin Hamlet?
    Ham. Excellent yfaith,
    Of the Camelions dish, I eate the ayre,
    1950Promiscram'd, you cannot feede Capons so.
    King. I haue nothing with this aunswer Hamlet,
    These words are not mine.
    Ham. No, nor mine now my Lord.
    You playd once i'th Vniuersitie you say,
    1955Pol. That did I my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor,
    Ham. What did you enact?
    Pol. I did enact Iulius Cæsar, I was kild i'th Capitall,
    Brutus kild mee.
    1960Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capitall a calfe there,
    Be the Players readie?
    Ros. I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.
    Ger. Come hether my deere Hamlet, sit by me.
    Ham. No good mother, heere's mettle more attractiue.
    1965Pol. O ho, doe you marke that.
    Ham. Lady shall I lie in your lap?
    Ophe. No my Lord.
    1970Ham. Doe you thinke I meant country matters?
    Oph. I thinke nothing my Lord.
    Ham. That's a fayre thought to lye betweene maydes legs.
    Oph. What is my Lord?
    Ham. Nothing.
    1975Oph. You are merry my Lord.
    Ham. Who I?
    Oph. I my Lord.
    Ham. O God your onely Iigge-maker, what should a man do but
    be merry, for looke you how cheerefully my mother lookes, and my
    1980father died within's two howres.
    Oph. Nay, tis twice two months my Lord.
    Ham. So long, nay then let the deule weare blacke, for Ile haue a
    sute of sables; o heauens, die two months agoe, and not forgotten yet,
    1985then there's hope a great mans memorie may out-liue his life halfe a
    yeere, but ber Lady a must build Churches then, or els shall a suffer
    not thinking on, with the Hobby-horse, whose Epitaph is, for ô, for
    ô, the hobby-horse is forgot.
    1990The Trumpets sounds. Dumbe show followes.
    Enter a King and a Queene, the Queene embracing him, and he her,he
    takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her necke,he lyes him downe vp-
    pon a bancke of flowers, she seeing him asleepe, leaues him: anon come in an
    1995other man, takes off his crowne, kisses it, pours poyson in the sleepers eares,
    and leaues him: the Queene returnes, finds the King dead, makes passionate
    action, the poysner with some three or foure come in againe, seeme to con-
    dole with her, the dead body is carried away, the poysner wooes the Queene
    with gifts, shee seemes harsh awhile, but in the end accepts loue.
    Oph. VVhat meanes this my Lord?
    Ham. Marry this munching Mallico, it meanes mischiefe.
    Oph. Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
    Ham. We shall know by this fellow, Enter Prologue.
    The Players cannot keepe, they'le tell all.
    2010Oph. Will a tell vs what this show meant?
    Ham. I, or any show that you will show him, be not you asham'd
    to show, heele not shame to tell you what it meanes.
    Oph. You are naught, you are naught, Ile mark the play.
    Prologue. For vs and for our Tragedie,
    Heere stooping to your clemencie,
    We begge your hearing patiently.
    2020Ham. Is this a Prologue, or the posie of a ring?
    Oph. Tis breefe my Lord.
    Ham. As womans loue.
    Enter King and Queene.
    King. Full thirtie times hath Phebus cart gone round
    2025Neptunes salt wash, and Tellus orb'd the ground,
    And thirtie dosen Moones with borrowed sheene
    About the world haue times twelue thirties beene
    Since loue our harts, and Hymen did our hands
    Vnite comutuall in most sacred bands.
    2030Quee. So many iourneyes may the Sunne and Moone
    Make vs againe count ore ere loue be doone,
    But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
    So farre from cheere, and from our former state,
    That I distrust you, yet though I distrust,
    2035Discomfort you my Lord it nothing must.
    2035.1For women feare too much, euen as they loue,
    And womens feare and loue hold quantitie,
    Eyther none, in neither ought, or in extremitie,
    Now what my Lord is proofe hath made you know,
    And as my loue is ciz'd, my feare is so,
    2039.1Where loue is great, the litlest doubts are feare,
    Where little feares grow great, great loue growes there.
    2040King. Faith I must leaue thee loue, and shortly to,
    My operant powers their functions leaue to do,
    And thou shalt liue in this faire world behind,
    Honord, belou'd, and haply one as kind,
    For husband shalt thou.
    2045Quee. O confound the rest,
    Such loue must needes be treason in my brest,
    In second husband let me be accurst,
    None wed the second, but who kild the first. Ham. That's wormwood
    2050 The instances that second marriage moue
    Are base respects of thrift, but none of loue,
    A second time I kill my husband dead,
    When second husband kisses me in bed.
    King. I doe belieue you thinke what now you speake,
    2055But what we doe determine, oft we breake,
    Purpose is but the slaue to memorie,
    Of violent birth, but poore validitie,
    Which now the fruite vnripe sticks on the tree,
    But fall vnshaken when they mellow bee.
    2060Most necessary tis that we forget
    To pay our selues what to our selues is debt,
    What to our selues in passion we propose,
    The passion ending, doth the purpose lose,
    The violence of eyther, griefe, or ioy,
    2065Their owne ennactures with themselues destroy,
    Where ioy most reuels, griefe doth most lament,
    Greefe ioy, ioy griefes, on slender accedent,
    This world is not for aye, nor tis not strange,
    That euen our loues should with our fortunes change:
    2070For tis a question left vs yet to proue,
    Whether loue lead fortune, or els fortune loue.
    The great man downe, you marke his fauourite flyes,
    The poore aduaunc'd, makes friends of enemies,
    And hetherto doth loue on fortune tend,
    2075For who not needes, shall neuer lacke a friend,
    And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
    Directly seasons him his enemy.
    But orderly to end where I begunne,
    Our wills and fates doe so contrary runne,
    2080That our deuises still are ouerthrowne,
    Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne,
    So thinke thou wilt no second husband wed,
    But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead.
    Quee. Nor earth to me giue foode, nor heauen light,
    2085Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
    2085.1To desperation turne my trust and hope,
    And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope,
    Each opposite that blancks the face of ioy,
    Meete what I would haue well, and it destroy,
    Both heere and hence pursue me lasting strife, Ham. If she should breake it now.
    If once I be a widdow, euer I be a wife.
    King. Tis deeply sworne, sweet leaue me heere a while,
    My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
    The tedious day with sleepe.
    2095Quee. Sleepe rock thy braine,
    And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. Exeunt.
    Ham. Madam, how like you this play?
    Quee. The Lady doth protest too much mee thinks.
    Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
    2100King. Haue you heard the argument? is there no offence in't?
    Ham. No, no, they do but iest, poyson in iest, no offence i'th world.
    King. What doe you call the play?
    2105Ham. The Mousetrap, mary how tropically, this play is the Image
    of a murther doone in Vienna, Gonzago is the Dukes name, his wife
    Baptista, you shall see anon, tis a knauish peece of worke, but what of
    that? your Maiestie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches vs not,
    2110let the gauled Iade winch, our withers are vnwrong. This is one Lu-
    cianus, Nephew to the King.
    Enter Lucianus.
    Oph. You are as good as a Chorus my Lord.
    Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue
    2115If I could see the puppets dallying.
    Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene.
    Ham. It would cost you a groning to take off mine edge.
    Oph. Still better and worse.
    2120Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Beginne murtherer, leaue
    thy damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth bellow
    for reuenge.
    Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugges fit, and time agreeing,
    Considerat season els no creature seeing,
    Thou mixture ranck, of midnight weedes collected,
    VVith Hecats ban thrice blasted, thrice inuected,
    Thy naturall magicke, and dire property,
    2130On wholsome life vsurps immediatly.
    Ham. A poysons him i'th Garden for his estate, his names Gonza-
    go, the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian, you shall see
    anon how the murtherer gets the loue of Gonzagoes wife.
    Oph. The King rises.
    Quee. How fares my Lord?
    Pol. Giue ore the play.
    2140King. Giue me some light, away.
    Pol. Lights, lights, lights. Exeunt all but Ham. & Horatio.
    Ham. Why let the strooken Deere goe weepe,
    The Hart vngauled play,
    2145For some must watch while some must sleepe,
    Thus runnes the world away. Would not this sir & a forrest of fea-
    thers, if the rest of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouinciall
    Roses on my raz'd shooes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players?
    Hora. Halfe a share.
    Ham. A whole one I.
    For thou doost know oh Damon deere
    This Realme dismantled was
    Of Ioue himselfe, and now raignes heere
    A very very paiock.
    Hora. You might haue rym'd.
    Ham. O good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand
    pound. Did'st perceiue?
    2160Hora. Very well my Lord.
    Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysning.
    Hor. I did very well note him.
    Ham. Ah ha, come some musique, come the Recorders,
    2165For if the King like not the Comedie,
    Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
    Come, some musique.
    Enter Rosencraus and Guyldensterne.
    Guyl. Good my Lord, voutsafe me a word with you.
    Ham. Sir a whole historie.
    2170Guyl. The King sir.
    Ham. I sir, what of him?
    Guyl. Is in his retirement meruilous distempred.
    Ham. With drinke sir?
    Guyl. No my Lord, with choller,
    2175Ham. Your wisedome should shewe it selfe more richer to signifie
    this to the Doctor, for, for mee to put him to his purgation, would
    perhaps plunge him into more choller.
    Guyl. Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame,
    2180And stare not so wildly from my affaire.
    Ham. I am tame sir, pronounce.
    Guyl. The Queene your mother in most great affliction of spirit,
    hath sent me to you.
    Ham. You are welcome.
    2185Guyl. Nay good my Lord, this curtesie is not of the right breede, if
    it shall please you to make me a wholsome aunswere, I will doe your
    mothers commaundement, if not, your pardon and my returne, shall
    be the end of busines.
    2190Ham. Sir I cannot.
    Ros. What my Lord.
    Ham. Make you a wholsome answer, my wits diseasd, but sir, such
    answere as I can make, you shall commaund, or rather as you say, my
    mother, therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you say.
    Ros. Then thus she sayes, your behauiour hath strooke her into a-
    mazement and admiration.
    Ham. O wonderful sonne that can so stonish a mother, but is there
    no sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart.
    Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.
    Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, haue you any
    further trade with vs?
    2205Ros. My Lord, you once did loue me.
    Ham. And doe still by these pickers and stealers.
    Ros. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper, you do sure-
    ly barre the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes to
    your friend.
    2210Ham. Sir I lacke aduauncement.
    Ros. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King him-
    selfe for your succession in Denmarke.
    2215Enter the Players with Recorders.
    Ham. I sir, but while the grasse growes, the prouerbe is something
    musty, ô the Recorders, let mee see one, to withdraw with you, why
    doe you goe about to recouer the wind of mee, as if you would driue
    me into a toyle?
    Guyl. O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my loue is too vnmanerly.
    Ham. I do not wel vnderstand that, wil you play vpon this pipe?
    Guyl. My lord I cannot.
    Ham. I pray you.
    2225Guyl. Beleeue me I cannot.
    Ham. I doe beseech you.
    Guyl. I know no touch of it my Lord.
    Ham. It is as easie as lying; gouerne these ventages with your fin-
    gers, & the vmber, giue it breath with your mouth, & it wil discourse
    2230most eloquent musique, looke you, these are the stops.
    Guil. But these cannot I commaund to any vttrance of harmonie, I
    haue not the skill.
    Ham. Why looke you now how vnwoorthy a thing you make of
    2235me, you would play vpon mee, you would seeme to know my stops,
    you would plucke out the hart of my mistery, you would sound mee
    from my lowest note to my compasse, and there is much musique ex-
    cellent voyce in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak, s'bloud
    2240do you think I am easier to be plaid on then a pipe, call mee what in-
    strument you wil, though you fret me not, you cannot play vpon me.
    God blesse you sir.
    Enter Polonius.
    2245Pol. My Lord, the Queene would speake with you, & presently.
    Ham. Do you see yonder clowd that's almost in shape of a Camel?
    Pol. By'th masse and tis, like a Camell indeed.
    2250Ham. Mee thinks it is like a Wezell.
    Pol. It is backt like a Wezell.
    Ham. Or like a Whale.
    Pol. Very like a Whale.
    Then I will come to my mother by and by,
    2255They foole me to the top of my bent, I will come by & by,
    Leaue me friends.
    I will, say so. By and by is easily said,
    Tis now the very witching time of night,
    2260When Churchyards yawne, and hell it selfe breakes out
    Contagion to this world: now could I drinke hote blood,
    And doe such busines as the bitter day
    Would quake to looke on: soft, now to my mother,
    O hart loose not thy nature, let not euer
    2265The soule of Nero enter this firme bosome,
    Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
    I will speake dagger to her, but vse none,
    My tongue and soule in this be hypocrites,
    How in my words someuer she be shent,
    2270To giue them seales neuer my soule consent. Exit.
    Enter King, Rosencraus, and Guyldensterne.
    King. I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs
    To let his madnes range, therefore prepare you,
    I your commission will forth-with dispatch,
    2275And he to England shall along with you,
    The termes of our estate may not endure
    Hazerd so neer's as doth hourely grow
    Out of his browes.
    Guyl. We will our selues prouide,
    2280Most holy and religious feare it is
    To keepe those many many bodies safe
    That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.
    Ros. The single and peculier life is bound
    2285With all the strength and armour of the mind
    To keepe it selfe from noyance, but much more
    That spirit, vpon whose weale depends and rests
    The liues of many, the cesse of Maiestie
    Dies not alone; but like a gulfe doth draw
    2290What's neere it, with it, or it is a massie wheele
    Fixt on the somnet of the highest mount,
    To whose hough spokes, tenne thousand lesser things
    Are morteist and adioynd, which when it falls,
    Each small annexment petty consequence
    2295Attends the boystrous raine, neuer alone
    Did the King sigh, but a generall grone.
    King. Arme you I pray you to this speedy viage,
    For we will fetters put about this feare
    Which now goes too free-footed.
    2300Ros. We will hast vs. Exeunt Gent.
    Enter Polonius.
    Pol. My Lord, hee's going to his mothers closet,
    Behind the Arras I'le conuay my selfe
    To heare the processe, I'le warrant shee'letax him home,
    2305And as you sayd, and wisely was it sayd,
    Tis meete that some more audience then a mother,
    Since nature makes them parciall, should ore-heare
    The speech of vantage; farre you well my Leige,
    I'le call vpon you ere you goe to bed.
    2310And tell you what I knowe. Exit.
    King. Thankes deere my Lord.
    O my offence is ranck, it smels to heauen,
    It hath the primall eldest curse vppont,
    A brothers murther, pray can I not,
    2315Though inclination be as sharp as will,
    My stronger guilt defeats my strong entent,
    And like a man to double bussines bound,
    I stand in pause where I shall first beginne,
    And both neglect, what if this cursed hand
    2320Were thicker then it selfe with brothers blood,
    Is there not raine enough in the sweete Heauens
    To wash it white as snowe, whereto serues mercy
    But to confront the visage of offence?
    And what's in prayer but this two fold force,
    2325To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
    Or pardon being downe, then I'le looke vp.
    My fault is past, but oh what forme of prayer
    Can serue my turne, forgiue me my foule murther,
    That cannot be since I am still possest
    2330Of those effects for which I did the murther;
    My Crowne, mine owne ambition, and my Queene;
    May one be pardond and retaine th'offence?
    In the corrupted currents of this world,
    Offences guilded hand may showe by iustice,
    2335And oft tis seene the wicked prize it selfe
    Buyes out the lawe, but tis not so aboue,
    There is no shufling, there the action lies
    In his true nature, and we our selues compeld
    Euen to the teeth and forhead of our faults
    2340To giue in euidence, what then, what rests,
    Try what repentance can, what can it not,
    Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
    O wretched state, ô bosome blacke as death,
    O limed soule, that struggling to be free,
    2345Art more ingaged; helpe Angels make assay,
    Bowe stubborne knees, and hart with strings of steale,
    Be soft as sinnewes of the new borne babe,
    All may be well.
    Enter Hamlet.
    2350Ham. Now might I doe it, but now a is a praying,
    And now Ile doo't, and so a goes to heauen,
    And so am I reuendge, that would be scand
    A villaine kills my father, and for that,
    I his sole sonne, doe this same villaine send
    2355To heauen.
    Why, this is base and silly, not reuendge,
    A tooke my father grosly full of bread,
    Withall his crimes braod blowne, as flush as May,
    And how his audit stands who knowes saue heauen,
    But in our circumstance and course of thought,
    2360Tis heauy with him: and am I then reuendged
    To take him in the purging of his soule,
    When he is fit and seasond for his passage?
    Vp sword, and knowe thou a more horrid hent,
    When he is drunke, a sleepe, or in his rage,
    2365Or in th'incestious pleasure of his bed,
    At game a swearing, or about some act
    That has no relish of saluation in't,
    Then trip him that his heels may kick at heauen,
    And that his soule may be as damnd and black
    2370As hell whereto it goes; my mother staies,
    This phisick but prolongs thy sickly daies. Exit.
    King. My words fly vp, my thoughts remaine belowe
    Words without thoughts neuer to heauen goe. Exit.
    Enter Gertrard and Polonius.
    2375Pol. A will come strait, looke you lay home to him,
    Tell him his prancks haue beene too braod to beare with,
    And that your grace hath screend and stood betweene
    Much heate and him, Ile silence me euen heere,
    2380Pray you be round.
    Enter Hamlet.
    Ger. Ile wait you, feare me not,
    With-drawe, I heare him comming.
    2385Ham. Now mother, what's the matter?
    Ger. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
    Ham. Mother, you haue my father much offended.
    Ger. Come, come, you answere with an idle tongue.
    Ham. Goe, goe, you question with a wicked tongue.
    2390Ger. Why how now Hamlet?
    Ham. What's the matter now?
    Ger. Haue you forgot me?
    Ham. No by the rood not so,
    You are the Queene, your husbands brothers wife,
    2395And would it were not so, you are my mother.
    Ger. Nay, then Ile set those to you that can speake.
    Ham. Come, come, and sit you downe, you shall not boudge,
    You goe not till I set you vp a glasse
    2400Where you may see the most part of you.
    Ger. What wilt thou doe, thou wilt not murther me,
    Helpe how.
    Pol. What how helpe.
    Ham. How now, a Rat, dead for a Duckat, dead.
    2405Pol. O I am slaine.
    Ger. O me, what hast thou done?
    Ham, Nay I knowe not, is it the King?
    Ger. O what a rash and bloody deede is this.
    Ham. A bloody deede, almost as bad, good mother
    2410As kill a King, and marry with his brother.
    Ger. As kill a King.
    Ham. I Lady, it was my word.
    Thou wretched, rash, intruding foole farwell,
    I tooke thee for thy better, take thy fortune,
    2415Thou find'st to be too busie is some danger,
    Leaue wringing of your hands, peace sit you downe,
    And let me wring your hart, for so I shall
    If it be made of penitrable stuffe,
    If damned custome haue not brasd it so,
    2420That it be proofe and bulwark against sence.
    Ger. What haue I done, that thou dar'st wagge thy tongue
    In noise so rude against me?
    Ham. Such an act
    That blurres the grace and blush of modesty,
    2425Cals vertue hippocrit, takes of the Rose
    From the faire forhead of an innocent loue,
    And sets a blister there, makes marriage vowes
    As false as dicers oathes, ô such a deede,
    As from the body of contraction plucks
    2430The very soule, and sweet religion makes
    A rapsedy of words; heauens face dooes glowe
    Ore this solidity and compound masse
    With heated visage, as against the doome
    Is thought sick at the act
    2435Quee. Ay me, what act?
    Ham. That roares so low'd, and thunders in the Index,
    Looke heere vpon this Picture, and on this,
    The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,
    See what a grace was seated on this browe,
    2440Hiperions curles, the front of Ioue himselfe,
    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command,
    A station like the herald Mercury,
    New lighted on a heaue, a kissing hill,
    A combination, and a forme indeede,
    2445Where euery God did seeme to set his seale
    To giue the world assurance of a man,
    This was your husband, looke you now what followes,
    Heere is your husband like a mildewed eare,
    Blasting his wholsome brother, haue you eyes,
    2450Could you on this faire mountaine leaue to feede,
    And batten on this Moore; ha, haue you eyes?
    You cannot call it loue, for at your age
    The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
    And waits vppon the iudgement, and what iudgement
    2455Would step from this to this, sence sure youe haue
    2455.1Els could you not haue motion, but sure that sence
    Is appoplext, for madnesse would not erre
    Nor sence to extacie was nere so thral'd
    But it reseru'd some quantity of choise
    2455.5To serue in such a difference, what deuill wast
    That thus hath cosund you at hodman blind;
    2456.1Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
    Eares without hands, or eyes, smelling sance all,
    Or but a sickly part of one true sence
    Could not so mope: ô shame where is thy blush?
    Rebellious hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
    To flaming youth let vertue be as wax
    2460And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no shame
    When the compulsiue ardure giues the charge,
    Since frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne,
    And reason pardons will.
    Ger. O Hamlet speake no more,
    2465Thou turnst my very eyes into my soule,
    And there I see such blacke and greeued spots
    As will leaue there their tin'ct.
    Ham. Nay but to liue
    In the ranck sweat of an inseemed bed
    2470Stewed in corruption, honying, and making loue
    Ouer the nasty stie.
    Ger. O speake to me no more,
    These words like daggers enter in my eares,
    No more sweete Hamlet.
    2475Ham. A murtherer and a villaine,
    A slaue that is not twentith part the kyth
    Of your precedent Lord, a vice of Kings,
    A cut-purse of the Empire and the rule,
    That from a shelfe the precious Diadem stole
    2480And put it in his pocket.
    Ger. No more.
    Enter Ghost.
    Ham. A King of shreds and patches,
    Saue me and houer ore me with your wings
    2485You heauenly gards: what would your gracious figure?
    Ger. Alas hee's mad.
    Ham. Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,
    That lap'st in time and passion lets goe by
    Th'important acting of your dread command, ô say.
    2490Ghost. Doe not forget, this visitation
    Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,
    But looke, amazement on thy mother sits,
    O step betweene her, and her fighting soule,
    Conceit in weakest bodies strongest workes,
    2495Speake to her Hamlet.
    Ham. How is it with you Lady?
    Ger. Alas how i'st with you?
    That you doe bend your eye on vacancie,
    And with th'incorporall ayre doe hold discourse,
    2500Foorth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
    And as the sleeping souldiers in th'alarme,
    Your bedded haire like life in excrements
    Start vp and stand an end, ô gentle sonne
    Vpon the heat and flame of thy distemper
    2505Sprinckle coole patience, whereon doe you looke?
    Ham. On him, on him, looke you how pale he glares,
    His forme and cause conioynd, preaching to stones
    Would make them capable, doe not looke vpon me,
    Least with this pittious action you conuert
    2510My stearne effects, then what I haue to doe
    Will want true cullour, teares perchance for blood.
    Ger. To whom doe you speake this?
    Ham. Doe you see nothing there?
    Ger. Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
    2515Ham. Nor did you nothing heare?
    Ger. No nothing but our selues.
    Ham. Why looke you there, looke how it steales away,
    My father in his habit as he liued,
    Looke where he goes, euen now out at the portall. Exit Ghost.
    2520Ger. This is the very coynage of your braine,
    This bodilesse creation extacie is very cunning in.
    Ham. My pulse as yours doth temperatly keepe time,
    And makes as healthfull musicke, it is not madnesse
    2525That I haue vttred, bring me to the test,
    And the matter will reword, which madnesse
    Would gambole from, mother for loue of grace,
    Lay not that flattering vnction to your soule
    That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes,
    2530It will but skin and filme the vlcerous place
    Whiles ranck corruption mining all within
    Infects vnseene, confesse your selfe to heauen,
    Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come,
    And doe not spread the compost on the weedes
    2535To make them rancker, forgiue me this my vertue,
    For in the fatnesse of these pursie times
    Vertue it selfe of vice must pardon beg,
    Yea curbe and wooe for leaue to doe him good.
    Ger. O Hamlet thou hast cleft my hart in twaine.
    Ham. O throwe away the worser part of it,
    And leaue the purer with the other halfe,
    Good night, but goe not to my Vncles bed,
    Assune a vertue if you haue it not,
    2544.1That monster custome, who all sence doth eate
    Of habits deuill, is angell yet in this
    That to the vse of actions faire and good,
    He likewise giues a frock or Liuery
    2544.5That aptly is put on to refraine night,
    2545And that shall lend a kind of easines
    To the next abstinence, the next more easie:
    2546.1For vse almost can change the stamp of nature,
    And either the deuill, or throwe him out
    With wonderous potency: once more good night,
    And when you are desirous to be blest,
    Ile blessing beg of you, for this same Lord
    I doe repent; but heauen hath pleasd it so
    2550To punish me with this, and this with me,
    That I must be their scourge and minister,
    I will bestowe him and will answere well
    The death I gaue him; so againe good night
    I must be cruell only to be kinde,
    2555This bad beginnes, and worse remaines behind.
    2555.1One word more good Lady.
    Ger. What shall I doe?
    Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you doe,
    Let the blowt King temp't you againe to bed,
    Pinch wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
    2560And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,
    Or padling in your necke with his damn'd fingers.
    Make you to rouell all this matter out
    That I essentially am not in madnesse,
    But mad in craft, t'were good you let him knowe,
    2565For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
    Would from a paddack, from a bat, a gib,
    Such deare concernings hide, who would doe so,
    No, in dispight of sence and secrecy,
    Vnpeg the basket on the houses top,
    2570Let the birds fly, and like the famous Ape,
    To try conclusions in the basket creepe,
    And breake your owne necke downe.
    Ger. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath
    And breath of life, I haue no life to breath
    2575What thou hast sayd to me.
    Ham. I must to England, you knowe that.
    Ger. Alack I had forgot.
    Tis so concluded on.
    2577.1Ham. Ther's letters seald, and my two Schoolefellowes,
    Whom I will trust as I will Adders fang'd,
    They beare the mandat, they must sweep my way
    And marshall me to knauery: let it worke,
    2577.5For tis the sport to haue the enginer
    Hoist with his owne petar, an't shall goe hard
    But I will delue one yard belowe their mines,
    And blowe them at the Moone: ô tis most sweete
    When in one line two crafts directly meete,
    This man shall set me packing,
    Ile lugge the guts into the neighbour roome;
    2580Mother good night indeed, this Counsayler
    Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
    Who was in life a most foolish prating knaue.
    Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
    Good night mother. Exit.
    Eenter King,and Queene, with Rosencraus
    2586.1and Guyldensterne.
    King. There's matter in these sighes, these profound heaues,
    You must translate, tis fit we vnderstand them,
    2590Where is your sonne?
    2590.1Ger. Bestow this place on vs a little while.
    Ah mine owne Lord, what haue I seene to night?
    King. What Gertrard, how dooes Hamlet?
    Ger. Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
    Which is the mightier, in his lawlesse fit,
    2595Behind the Arras hearing some thing stirre,
    Whyps out his Rapier, cryes a Rat, a Rat,
    And in this brainish apprehension kills
    The vnseene good old man.
    King. O heauy deede!
    2600It had beene so with vs had wee been there,
    His libertie is full of threates to all,
    To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one,
    Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answer'd?
    It will be layd to vs, whose prouidence
    2605Should haue kept short, restraind, and out of haunt
    This mad young man; but so much was our loue,
    We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
    But like the owner of a foule disease
    To keepe it from divulging, let it feede
    2610Euen on the pith of life: where is he gone?
    Ger. To draw apart the body he hath kild,
    Ore whom, his very madnes like some ore
    Among a minerall of mettals base,
    Showes it selfe pure, a weepes for what is done.
    2615King. O Gertrard, come away,
    The sunne no sooner shall the mountaines touch,
    But we will ship him hence, and this vile deede
    We must with all our Maiestie and skill Enter Ros. & Guild.
    Both countenaunce and excuse. Ho Guyldensterne,
    Friends both, goe ioyne you with some further ayde,
    Hamlet in madnes hath Polonius slaine,
    And from his mothers closet hath he dreg'd him,
    Goe seeke him out, speake fayre, and bring the body
    2625Into the Chappell; I pray you hast in this,
    Come Gertrard, wee'le call vp our wisest friends,
    And let them know both what we meane to doe
    And whats vntimely doone,
    2628.1Whose whisper ore the worlds dyameter,
    As leuell as the Cannon to his blanck,
    Transports his poysned shot, may misse our Name,
    And hit the woundlesse ayre, ô come away,
    My soule is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt.
    2630Enter Hamlet,Rosencraus, and others.
    Ham. Safely stowd, but soft, what noyse, who calls on Hamlet?
    O heere they come.
    2635Ros. What haue you doone my Lord with the dead body?
    Ham. Compound it with dust whereto tis kin.
    Ros. Tell vs where tis that we may take it thence,
    And beare it to the Chappell.
    Ham. Doe not beleeue it.
    2640Ros. Beleeue what.
    Ham. That I can keepe your counsaile & not mine owne, besides
    to be demaunded of a spunge, what replycation should be made by
    the sonne of a King.
    Ros. Take you me for a spunge my Lord?
    2645Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings countenaunce, his rewards, his
    authorities, but such Officers doe the King best seruice in the end, he
    keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be
    last swallowed, when hee needs what you haue gleand, it is but squee-
    2650sing you, and spunge you shall be dry againe.
    Ros. I vnderstand you not my Lord.
    Ham. I am glad of it, a knauish speech sleepes in a foolish eare.
    Ros. My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is, and goe with vs
    2655to the King.
    Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the
    body. The King is a thing.
    Guyl. A thing my Lord.
    Ham. Of nothing, bring me to him. Exeunt.
    Enter King, and two or three.
    King. I haue sent to seeke him, and to find the body,
    How dangerous is it that this man goes loose,
    Yet must not we put the strong Law on him,
    2665Hee's lou'd of the distracted multitude,
    VVho like not in their iudgement, but theyr eyes,
    And where tis so, th'offenders scourge is wayed
    But neuer the offence: to beare all smooth and euen,
    This suddaine sending him away must seeme
    2670Deliberate pause, diseases desperat growne,
    By desperat applyance are relieu'd
    Or not at all.
    Enter Rosencraus and all the rest.
    King. How now, what hath befalne?
    Ros. Where the dead body is bestowd my Lord
    2675 VVe cannot get from him.
    King. But where is hee?
    Ros. Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.
    King. Bring him before vs.
    2680Ros. How, bring in the Lord. They enter.
    King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
    Ham. At supper.
    King. At supper, where.
    2685Ham. Not where he eates, but where a is eaten, a certaine conua-
    cation of politique wormes are een at him: your worme is your onely
    Emperour for dyet, we fat all creatures els to fat vs, and wee fat our
    selues for maggots, your fat King and your leane begger is but varia-
    ble seruice, two dishes but to one table, that's the end.
    2690.1King. Alas, alas.
    Ham. A man may fish with the worme that hath eate of a King, &
    eate of the fish that hath fedde of that worme.
    King.King. VVhat doost thou meane by this?
    Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may goe a progresse
    through the guts of a begger.
    King. Where is Polonius?
    2695Ham. In heauen, send thether to see, if your messenger finde him
    not thrre, seeke him i'th other place your selfe, but if indeed you find
    him not within this month, you shall nose him as you goe vp the
    stayres into the Lobby.
    King. Goe seeke him there.
    2700Ham. A will stay till you come.
    King. Hamlet this deede for thine especiall safety
    Which we do tender, as we deerely grieue
    For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence.
    Therefore prepare thy selfe,
    2705The Barck is ready, and the wind at helpe,
    Th'associats tend, and euery thing is bent
    For England.
    Ham. For England.
    King. I Hamlet.
    2710Ham. Good.
    King. So is it if thou knew'st our purposes.
    Ham. I see a Cherub that sees thē, but come for England,
    Farewell deere Mother.
    King. Thy louing Father Hamlet.
    2715Ham. My mother, Father and Mother is man and wife,
    Man and wife is one flesh, so my mother:
    Come for England. Exit.
    King. Follow him at foote,
    Tempt him with speede abord,
    2720Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.
    Away, for euery thing is seald and done
    That els leanes on th'affayre, pray you make hast,
    And England, if my loue thou hold'st at ought,
    As my great power thereof may giue thee sence,
    2725Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red,
    After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
    Payes homage to vs, thou mayst not coldly set
    Our soueraigne processe, which imports at full
    By Letters congruing to that effect
    2730The present death of Hamlet, doe it England,
    For like the Hectique in my blood he rages,
    And thou must cure me; till I know tis done,
    How ere my haps, my ioyes will nere begin. Exit.
    Enter Fortinbrasse with his Army ouer the stage.
    2735Fortin. Goe Captaine, from me greet the Danish King,
    Tell him, that by his lycence Fortinbrasse
    Craues the conueyance of a promisd march
    Ouer his kingdome, you know the randeuous,
    If that his Maiestie would ought with vs,
    2740We shall expresse our dutie in his eye,
    And let him know so.
    Cap. I will doo't my Lord.
    For. Goe softly on.
    2743.1Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c.
    Ham. Good sir whose powers are these?
    Cap. They are of Norway sir.
    Ham. How purposd sir I pray you?
    2743.5Cap. Against some part of Poland.
    Ham. Who commaunds them sir?
    Cap. The Nephew to old Norway, Fortenbrasse.
    Ham. Goes it against the maine of Poland sir,
    Or for some frontire?
    2743.10Cap. Truly to speake, and with no addition,
    We goe to gaine a little patch of ground
    That hath in it no profit but the name
    To pay fiue duckets, fiue I would not farme it;
    Nor will it yeeld to Norway or the Pole
    2743.15A rancker rate, should it be sold in fee.
    Ham. Why then the Pollacke neuer will defend it.
    Cap. Yes, it is already garisond.
    Ham. Two thousand soules, & twenty thousand duckets
    VVill not debate the question of this straw,
    2743.20This is th'Impostume of much wealth and peace,
    That inward breakes, and showes no cause without
    Why the man dies. I humbly thanke you sir.
    Cap. God buy you sir.
    Ros. Wil't please you goe my Lord?
    2743.25Ham. Ile be with you straight, goe a little before.
    How all occasions doe informe against me,
    And spur my dull reuenge. What is a man
    If his chiefe good and market of his time
    Be but to sleepe and feede, a beast, no more:
    2743.30Sure he that made vs with such large discourse
    Looking before and after, gaue vs not
    That capabilitie and god-like reason
    To fust in vs vnvsd, now whether it be
    Bestiall obliuion, or some crauen scruple
    2743.35Of thinking too precisely on th'euent,
    A thought which quarterd hath but one part wisedom,
    And euer three parts coward, I doe not know
    Why yet I liue to say this thing's to doe,
    Sith I haue cause, and will, and strength, and meanes
    2743.40To doo't; examples grosse as earth exhort me,
    Witnes this Army of such masse and charge,
    Led by a delicate and tender Prince,
    Whose spirit with diuine ambition puft,
    Makes mouthes at the invisible euent,
    2743.45Exposing what is mortall, and vnsure,
    To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
    Euen for an Egge-shell. Rightly to be great,
    Is not to stirre without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrell in a straw
    2743.50When honour's at the stake, how stand I then
    That haue a father kild, a mother staind,
    Excytements of my reason, and my blood,
    And let all sleepe, while to my shame I see
    The iminent death of twenty thousand men,
    2743.55That for a fantasie and tricke of fame
    Goe to their graues like beds, fight for a plot
    Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
    Which is not tombe enough and continent
    To hide the slaine, ô from this time forth,
    2743.60My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth. Exit.
    Enter Horatio, Gertrard,and a Gentleman.
    2745Quee. I will not speake with her.
    Gent. Shee is importunat,
    Indeede distract, her moode will needes be pittied.
    Quee. What would she haue?
    Gent. She speakes much of her father, sayes she heares
    2750There's tricks i'th world, and hems, and beates her hart,
    Spurnes enuiously at strawes, speakes things in doubt
    That carry but halfe sence, her speech is noth
    Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue
    The hearers to collection, they yawne at it,
    2755And botch the words vp fit to theyr owne thoughts,
    Which as her wincks, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,
    Indeede would make one thinke there might be thought
    Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.
    Hora. Twere good she were spoken with, for shee may strew
    2760Dangerous coniectures in ill breeding mindes,
    Let her come in.
    Enter Ophelia.
    Quee. fTo my sicke soule, as sinnes true nature is,
    fEach toy seemes prologue to some great amisse,
    fSo full of artlesse iealousie is guilt,
    2765fIt spills it selfe, in fearing to be spylt.
    Oph. Where is the beautious Maiestie of Denmarke?
    Quee. How now Ophelia? shee sings.
    How should I your true loue know from another one,
    2770By his cockle hat and staffe, and his Sendall shoone.
    Quee. Alas sweet Lady, what imports this song?
    Oph. Say you, nay pray you marke,
    He is dead & gone Lady, he is dead and gone, Song.
    At his head a grasgreene turph, at his heeles a stone.
    Quee. Nay but Ophelia.
    Oph. Pray you marke.
    White his shrowd as the mountaine snow.
    2775Enter King.
    Quee. Alas looke heere my Lord.
    Larded all with sweet flowers,
    Which beweept to the ground did not go Song.
    With true loue showers.
    King. How doe you pretty Lady?
    Oph. Well good dild you, they say the Owle was a Bakers daugh-
    2785ter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
    God be at your table.
    King. Conceit vpon her Father.
    Oph. Pray lets haue no words of this, but when they aske you
    what it meanes, say you this.
    To morrow is S. Valentines day, Song.
    All in the morning betime,
    And I a mayde at your window
    To be your Valentine.
    Then vp he rose, and dond his close, and dupt the chamber doore,
    Let in the maide, that out a maide, neuer departed more.
    King. Pretty Ophelia.
    2795Oph. Indeede without an oath Ile make an end on't,
    By gis and by Saint Charitie,
    alack and fie for shame,
    Young men will doo't if they come too't,
    by Cock they are too blame.
    2800Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, you promisd me to wed,
    (He answers.) So would I a done by yonder sunne
    And thou hadst not come to my bed.
    King. How long hath she beene thus?
    2805Oph. I hope all will be well, we must be patient, but I cannot chuse
    but weepe to thinke they would lay him i'th cold ground, my brother
    shall know of it, and so I thanke you for your good counsaile. Come
    my Coach, God night Ladies, god night.
    Sweet Ladyes god night, god night.
    King. Follow her close, giue her good watch I pray you.
    O this is the poyson of deepe griefe, it springs all from her Fathers
    death, and now behold, ô Gertrard, Gertrard,
    2815When sorrowes come, they come not single spyes,
    But in battalians: first her Father slaine,
    Next, your sonne gone, and he most violent Author
    Of his owne iust remoue, the people muddied
    Thick and vnwholsome in thoughts, and whispers
    2820For good Polonius death: and we haue done but greenly
    In hugger mugger to inter him: poore Ophelia
    Deuided from herselfe, and her faire iudgement,
    VVithout the which we are pictures, or meere beasts,
    Last, and as much contayning as all these,
    2825Her brother is in secret come from Fraunce,
    Feeds on this wonder, keepes himselfe in clowdes,
    And wants not buzzers to infect his eare
    With pestilent speeches of his fathers death,
    Wherein necessity of matter beggerd,
    2830Will nothing stick our person to arraigne
    In eare and eare: ô my deare Gertrard, this
    Like to a murdring peece in many places
    Giues me superfluous death. A noise within.
    Enter a Messenger.
    King. Attend, where is my Swissers, let them guard the doore,
    What is the matter?
    Messen. Saue your selfe my Lord.
    The Ocean ouer-peering of his list
    2840Eates not the flats with more impitious hast
    Then young Laertes in a riotous head
    Ore-beares your Officers: the rabble call him Lord,
    And as the world were now but to beginne,
    Antiquity forgot, custome not knowne,
    2845The ratifiers and props of euery word,
    The cry choose we, Laertes shall be King,
    Caps, hands, and tongues applau'd it to the clouds,
    Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
    Quee. How cheerefully on the false traile they cry. A noise within.
    2850O this is counter you false Danish dogges.
    Enter Laertes with others.
    King. The doores are broke.
    Laer. Where is this King? sirs stand you all without.
    All. No lets come in.
    2855Laer. I pray you giue me leaue.
    All. VVe will, we will.
    Laer. I thanke you, keepe the doore, ô thou vile King,
    Giue me my father.
    Quee. Calmely good Laertes.
    2860Laer. That drop of blood thats calme proclames me Bastard,
    Cries cuckold to my father, brands the Harlot
    Euen heere betweene the chast vnsmirched browe
    Of my true mother.
    2865King. VVhat is the cause Laertes
    That thy rebellion lookes so gyant like?
    Let him goe Gertrard, doe not feare our person,
    There's such diuinitie doth hedge a King,
    That treason can but peepe to what it would,
    2870Act's little of his will, tell me Laertes
    Why thou art thus incenst, let him goe Gertrard.
    Speake man.
    Laer. Where is my father?
    King. Dead.
    2875Quee. But not by him.
    King. Let him demaund his fill.
    Laer. How came he dead, I'le not be iugled with,
    To hell allegiance, vowes to the blackest deuill,
    Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit
    2880I dare damnation, to this poynt I stand,
    That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
    Let come what comes, onely I'le be reueng'd
    Most throughly for my father.
    King. Who shall stay you?
    2885Laer. My will, not all the worlds:
    And for my meanes I'le husband them so well,
    They shall goe farre with little.
    King. Good Laertes, if you desire to know the certainty
    2890Of your deere Father, i'st writ in your reuenge,
    That soopstake, you will draw both friend and foe
    Winner and looser.
    Laer. None but his enemies,
    King. Will you know them then?
    2895Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes,
    And like the kind life-rendring Pelican,
    Repast them with my blood.
    King. Why now you speake
    Like a good child, and a true Gentleman.
    2900That I am guiltlesse of your fathers death,
    And am most sencibly in griefe for it,
    It shall as leuell to your iudgement peare
    As day dooes to your eye. A noyse within.
    2905Enter Ophelia
    Laer. Let her come in.
    How now, what noyse is that?
    O heate, dry vp my braines, teares seauen times salt
    Burne out the sence and vertue of mine eye,
    By heauen thy madnes shall be payd with weight
    2910Tell our scale turne the beame. O Rose of May,
    Deere mayd, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,
    O heauens, ist possible a young maids wits
    Should be as mortall as a poore mans life.
    They bore him bare-faste on the Beere, Song.
    And in his graue rain'd many a teare,
    2920Fare you well my Doue.
    Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and did'st perswade reuenge
    It could not mooue thus.
    Oph. You must sing a downe a downe,
    And you call him a downe a. O how the wheele becomes it,
    It is the false Steward that stole his Maisters daughter.
    Laer. This nothing's more then matter.
    Oph. There's Rosemary, thats for remembrance, pray you loue re-
    member, and there is Pancies, thats for thoughts.
    2930Laer. A document in madnes, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
    Ophe. There's Fennill for you, and Colembines, there's Rewe for
    you, & heere's some for me, we may call it herbe of Grace a Sondaies,
    you may weare your Rewe with a difference, there's a Dasie, I would
    2935giue you some Violets, but they witherd all when my Father dyed,
    they say a made a good end.
    For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
    Laer. Thought and afflictions, passion, hell it selfe
    2940She turnes to fauour and to prettines.
    And wil a not come againe, Song.
    And wil a not come againe,
    No, no, he is dead, goe to thy death bed,
    He neuer will come againe.
    2945His beard was as white as snow,
    Flaxen was his pole,
    He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
    God a mercy on his soule,
    and of all Christians soules,
    2950God buy you.
    Laer. Doe you this ô God.
    King. Laertes, I must commune with your griefe,
    Or you deny me right, goe but apart,
    Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
    2955And they shall heare and iudge twixt you and me,
    If by direct, or by colaturall hand
    They find vs toucht, we will our kingdome giue,
    Our crowne, our life, and all that we call ours
    To you in satisfaction; but if not,
    2960Be you content to lend your patience to vs,
    And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule
    To giue it due content.
    Laer. Let this be so.
    His meanes of death, his obscure funerall,
    2965No trophe sword, nor hatchment ore his bones,
    No noble right, nor formall ostentation,
    Cry to be heard as twere from heauen to earth,
    That I must call't in question.
    King. So you shall,
    2970And where th'offence is, let the great axe fall.
    I pray you goe with me. Exeunt.
    Enter Horatio and others.
    Hora. VVhat are they that would speake with me?
    Gent. Sea-faring men sir, they say they haue Letters for you.
    2975Hor. Let them come in.
    I doe not know from what part of the world
    I should be greeted. If not from Lord Hamlet. Enter Saylers.
    Say. God blesse you sir.
    2980Hora. Let him blesse thee to.
    Say. A shall sir and please him, there's a Letter for you sir, it came
    frō th'Embassador that was bound for England, if your name be Ho-
    ratio, as I am let to know it is.
    Hor. Horatio, when thou shalt haue ouer-lookt this, giue these fel-
    lowes some meanes to the King, they haue Letters for him: Ere wee
    were two daies old at Sea, a Pyrat of very warlike appointment gaue
    vs chase, finding our selues too slow of saile, wee put on a compelled
    2990valour, and in the grapple I boorded them, on the instant they got
    cleere of our shyp, so I alone became theyr prisoner, they haue dealt
    with me like thieues of mercie, but they knew what they did, I am to
    doe a turne for them, let the King haue the Letters I haue sent, and
    2995repayre thou to me with as much speede as thou wouldest flie death,
    I haue wordes to speake in thine eare will make thee dumbe, yet are
    they much too light for the bord of the matter, these good fellowes
    will bring thee where I am, Rosencraus and Guyldensterne hold theyr
    course for England, of them I haue much to tell thee, farewell.
    So that thou knowest thine Hamlet.
    Hor. Come I will you way for these your letters,
    And doo't the speedier that you may direct me
    3005To him from whom you brought them. Exeunt.
    Enter King and Laertes.
    King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seale,
    And you must put me in your hart for friend,
    Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare,
    3010That he which hath your noble father slaine
    Pursued my life.
    Laer. It well appeares: but tell mee
    Why you proceede not against these feates
    So criminall and so capitall in nature,
    3015As by your safetie, greatnes, wisdome, all things els
    You mainely were stirr'd vp.
    King. O for two speciall reasons
    Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnow'd,
    But yet to mee tha'r strong, the Queene his mother
    3020Liues almost by his lookes, and for my selfe,
    My vertue or my plague, be it eyther which,
    She is so concliue to my life and soule,
    That as the starre mooues not but in his sphere
    I could not but by her, the other motiue,
    3025Why to a publique count I might not goe,
    Is the great loue the generall gender beare him,
    Who dipping all his faults in theyr affection,
    Worke like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
    Conuert his Giues to graces, so that my arrowes
    3030Too slightly tymberd for so loued Arm'd,
    Would haue reuerted to my bowe againe,
    But not where I haue aym'd them.
    Laer. And so haue I a noble father lost,
    A sister driuen into desprat termes,
    3035Whose worth, if prayses may goe backe againe
    Stood challenger on mount of all the age
    For her perfections, but my reuenge will come.
    King. Breake not your sleepes for that, you must not thinke
    3040That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull,
    That we can let our beard be shooke with danger,
    And thinke it pastime, you shortly shall heare more,
    I loued your father, and we loue our selfe,
    And that I hope will teach you to imagine.
    3045Enter a Messenger with Letters.
    Messen. These to your Maiestie, this to the Queene.
    King. From Hamlet, who brought them?
    3050Mess. Saylers my Lord they say, I saw them not,
    They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiued them
    3051.1Of him that brought them.
    King. Laertes you shall heare them: leaue vs.
    High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom,
    3055to morrow shall I begge leaue to see your kingly eyes, when I shal first
    asking you pardon, there-vnto recount the occasion of my suddaine
    King. What should this meane, are all the rest come backe,
    3060Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
    Laer. Know you the hand?
    King. Tis Hamlets caracter. Naked,
    And in a postscript heere he sayes alone,
    Can you deuise me?
    Laer. I am lost in it my Lord, but let him come,
    3065It warmes the very sicknes in my hart
    That I liue and tell him to his teeth
    Thus didst thou.
    King. If it be so Laertes,
    As how should it be so, how otherwise,
    Will you be rul'd by me?
    3070Laer. I my Lord, so you will not ore-rule me to a peace.
    King. To thine owne peace, if he be now returned
    As the King at his voyage, and that he meanes
    No more to vndertake it, I will worke him
    To an exployt, now ripe in my deuise,
    3075Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall:
    And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
    But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practise,
    And call it accedent.
    3078.1Laer. My Lord I will be rul'd,
    The rather if you could deuise it so
    That I might be the organ.
    King. It falls right,
    3078.5You haue beene talkt of since your trauaile much,
    And that in Hamlets hearing, for a qualitie
    Wherein they say you shine, your summe of parts
    Did not together plucke such enuie from him
    As did that one, and that in my regard
    3078.10Of the vnworthiest siedge.
    Laer. What part is that my Lord?
    King. A very ribaud in the cap of youth,
    Yet needfull to, for youth no lesse becomes
    The light and carelesse liuery that it weares
    3078.15Then setled age, his sables, and his weedes
    Importing health and grauenes; two months since
    Heere was a gentleman of Normandy,
    3080I haue seene my selfe, and seru'd against the French,
    And they can well on horsebacke, but this gallant
    Had witch-craft in't, he grew vnto his seate,
    And to such wondrous dooing brought his horse,
    As had he beene incorp'st, and demy natur'd
    3085With the braue beast, so farre he topt me thought,
    That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks
    Come short of what he did.
    Laer. A Norman wast?
    King. A Norman.
    3090Laer. Vppon my life Lamord.
    King. The very same.
    Laer. I know him well, he is the brooch indeed
    And Iem of all the Nation.
    King. He made confession of you,
    3095And gaue you such a masterly report
    For art and exercise in your defence,
    And for your Rapier most especiall,
    That he cride out t'would be a sight indeed
    If one could match you; the Scrimures of their nation
    3099.1He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
    If you opposd them; sir this report of his
    3100Did Hamlet so enuenom with his enuy,
    That he could nothing doe but wish and beg
    Your sodaine comming ore to play with you.
    Now out of this.
    Laer. What out of this my Lord?
    3105King. Laertes was your father deare to you?
    Or are you like the painting of a sorrowe,
    A face without a hart?
    Laer. Why aske you this?
    King. Not that I thinke you did not loue your father,
    3110But that I knowe, loue is begunne by time,
    And that I see in passages of proofe,
    Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it,
    3112.1There liues within the very flame of loue
    A kind of weeke or snufe that will abate it,
    And nothing is at a like goodnes still,
    For goodnes growing to a plurisie,
    3112.5Dies in his owne too much, that we would doe
    We should doe when we would: for this would changes,
    And hath abatements and delayes as many,
    As there are tongues, are hands, are accedents,
    And then this should is like a spend thirfts sigh,
    3112.10That hurts by easing; but to the quick of th'vlcer,
    Hamlet comes back, what would you vndertake
    To showe your selfe indeede your fathers sonne
    3115More then in words?
    Laer. To cut his thraot i'th Church.
    King. No place indeede should murther sanctuarise,
    Reuendge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes
    Will you doe this, keepe close within your chamber,
    3120Hamlet return'd, shall knowe you are come home,
    Weele put on those shall praise your excellence,
    And set a double varnish on the fame
    The french man gaue you, bring you in fine together
    And wager ore your heads; he being remisse,
    3125Most generous, and free from all contriuing,
    Will not peruse the foyles, so that with ease,
    Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
    A sword vnbated, and in a pace of practise
    Requite him for your Father.
    3130Laer. I will doo't,
    And for purpose, Ile annoynt my sword.
    I bought an vnction of a Mountibanck
    So mortall, that but dippe a knife in it,
    Where it drawes blood, no Cataplasme so rare,
    3135Collected from all simples that haue vertue
    Vnder the Moone, can saue the thing from death
    That is but scratcht withall, Ile tutch my point
    With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, it may be death.
    3140King. Lets further thinke of this.
    Wey what conuenience both of time and meanes
    May fit vs to our shape if this should fayle,
    And that our drift looke through our bad performance,
    Twere better not assayd, therefore this proiect,
    3145Should haue a back or second that might hold
    If this did blast in proofe; soft let me see,
    Wee'le make a solemne wager on your cunnings,
    I hate, when in your motion you are hote and dry,
    As make your bouts more violent to that end,
    3150And that he calls for drinke, Ile haue prefard him
    A Challice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
    If he by chaunce escape your venom'd stuck,
    Our purpose may hold there; but stay, what noyse?
    Enter Queene.
    3155Quee. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele,
    So fast they follow; your Sisters drownd Laertes.
    Laer. Drown'd, ô where?
    Quee. There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
    That showes his horry leaues in the glassy streame,
    3160Therewith fantastique garlands did she make
    Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long Purples
    That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name,
    But our cull-cold maydes doe dead mens fingers call them.
    There on the pendant boughes her cronet weedes