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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)

    Flori sh. Enter King and Queene, Rosencraus and
    Guylden sterne.
    King. Welcome deere Rosencraus, and Guylden sterne,
    Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
    The need we haue to vse you did prouoke
    Our ha stie sending, something haue you heard
    1025 Of 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'vnder standing of himselfe
    1030 I 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 re st heere in our Court
    Some little time, so by your companies
    1035 To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
    So much as from occa sion you may gleane,
    1036.1 Whether 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
    1040 To 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 vi sitation shall receiue such thanks
    1045 As fits a Kings remembrance.
    Ros. Both your Maie sties
    Might by the soueraigne power you haue of vs,
    Put your dread pleasures more into commaund
    Then to entreatie.
    1050 Guyl. 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 Guylden sterne.
    1055 Quee. Thanks Guylden sterne, and gentle Rosencraus.
    And I beseech you in stantly to vi site
    My too much changed sonne, goe some of you
    And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
    1060 Guyl. Heauens make our presence and our practices
    Pleasant and helpfull to him.
    Quee. I Amen. Exeunt Ros. and Guyld.
    Enter Polonius.
    Pol. Th'emba s s adors from Norway my good Lord,
    1065 Are ioyfully re
    King. Thou still ha st been the father of good newes.
    Pol. Haue I my Lord? I a s s ure my good Liege
    I hold my dutie as I hold my soule,
    Both to my God, and to my gracious King;
    1070 And 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.
    1075 Pol. Giue fir st admittance to th'emba s s adors,
    My newes shall be the fruite to that great fea st.
    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 di stemper.
    1080 Quee. I doubt it is no other but the maine
    His fathers death, and our ha stie marriage.
    Enter Emba s s adors.
    King. Well, we shall sift him, welcome my good friends,
    Say Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
    1085 Vol. Mo st faire returne of greetings and de sires;
    Vpon our fir st, he sent out to suppre s s e
    His Nephews leuies, which to him appeard
    To be a preparation gain st the Pollacke,
    But better lookt into, he truly found
    1090 It was again st your highnes, whereat greeu'd
    That so his sicknes, age, and impotence
    Was fal sly borne in hand, sends out arre sts
    On Fortenbra s s e, which he in breefe obeyes,
    Receiues rebuke from Norway, and in fine,
    1095 Makes vow before his Vncle neuer more
    To giue th'a s s ay of Armes again st your Maie stie:
    Whereon old Norway ouercome with ioy,
    Giues him threescore thousand crownes in anuall fee,
    And his commi s sion to imploy those souldiers
    1100 So leuied (as before) again st the Pollacke,
    With an entreatie heerein further shone,
    That it might please you to giue quiet pa s s e
    Through your dominions for this enterprise
    On such regards of safety and allowance
    1105 As therein are set downe.
    King. It likes vs well,
    And at our more con sidered time, wee'le read,
    Answer, and thinke vpon this bu sines:
    Meane time, we thanke you for your well tooke labour,
    1110 Goe to your re st, at night weele fea st together,
    Mo st welcome home. Exeunt Emba s s adors.
    Pol. This bu sines is well ended.
    My Liege and Maddam, to expo stulate
    What maie stie should be, what dutie is,
    1115 Why day is day, night, night, and time is time,
    Were nothing but to wa st night, day, and time,
    Therefore breuitie is the soule of wit,
    And tediousnes the lymmes and outward flori shes,
    I will be briefe, your noble sonne is mad:
    1120 Mad call I it, for to define true madnes,
    What i st but to be nothing els but mad,
    But let that goe.
    Quee. More matter with le s s e art.
    Pol. Maddam, I sweare I vse no art at all,
    1125 That hee's mad tis true, tis true, tis pitty,
    And pitty tis tis true, a fooli sh 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,
    1130 Or 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,
    1135 Hath giuen me this, now gather and surmise,
    To the Cele stiall and my soules Idoll, the mo st beau -
    tified Ophelia, that's an ill phrase, a vile phrase,
    beautified is a vile phrase, but you shall heare: thus in
    1140 her 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.
    1145 Doubt 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 be st, ô mo st be st belieue it, adew.
    Thine euermore mo st deere Lady, whil st this machine is to him. (Hamlet.
    Pol. This in obedience hath my daughter showne me,
    And more about hath his solicitings
    1155 As 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.
    1160 Pol. 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 mu st tell you that)
    Before my daughter told me, what might you,
    Or my deere Maie stie your Queene heere thinke,
    1165 If 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 Mi stris thus I did bespeake,
    1170 Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy star,
    This mu st not be: and then I prescripts gaue her
    That she should locke her selfe from her resort,
    Admit no me s s engers, receiue no tokens,
    Which done, she tooke the fruites of my aduise:
    1175 And he repell'd, a short tale to make,
    Fell into a sadnes, then into a fa st,
    Thence to a wath, thence into a weakenes,
    Thence to lightnes, and by this declen sion,
    Into the madnes wherein now he raues,
    1180 And 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 po sitiuely said, tis so,
    1185 When it proou'd otherwise?
    King. Not that I know.
    Pol. Take this, from this, if this be otherwise;
    If circum stances leade me, I will finde
    Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
    1190 Within the Center.
    King. How may we try it further?
    Pol. You know sometimes he walkes foure houres together
    Heere in the Lobby.
    1195 Quee. 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
    1200 Let me be no a s si stant 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.
    1210 Pol. Doe you knowe me my Lord?
    Ham. Excellent well, you are a Fi shmonger.
    Pol. Not I my Lord.
    Ham. Then I would you were so hone st a man.
    Pol. Hone st my Lord.
    1215 Ham. I sir to be hone st as this world goes,
    1215 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 ki s sing carrion. Haue you a daughter?
    Pol. I haue my Lord.
    Ham. Let her not walke i'th Sunne, conception is a ble s sing,
    But as your daughter may conceaue, friend looke to't.
    1225 Pol. How say you by that, still harping on my daughter, yet hee
    knewe me not at fir st, a sayd I was a Fi shmonger, 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
    1230 Ham. 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
    1235 men 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 mo st weake hams, all which sir
    though I mo st powerfully and potentlie belieue, yet I hold it not
    1240 hone sty 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 madne s s e, 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 madne s s e hits on, which reason
    and sanctity could not so prosperou sly 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
    1260 life. Enter Guylder sterne, 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 mo st deere Lord.
    Ham. My extent good friends, how doo st thou Guylder sterne?
    1270 A 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.
    1275 Ham. Nor the soles of her shooe.
    Ros. Neither my Lord.
    Ham. Then you liue about her wa st, or in the middle of her fa- (uors.
    Guyl. Faith her priuates we.
    1280 Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune, oh mo st true, she is a strumpet,
    What newes?
    Ros. None my Lord, but the worlds growne hone st.
    Ham. Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is not true;
    But in the beaten way of friend ship, what make you at Elsonoure?
    Ros. To vi sit you my Lord, no other occa sion.
    Ham. Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thanke
    1320 you, 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 vi sitati-
    on? come, come, deale iu stly with me, come, come, nay speake.
    Guy. What should we say my Lord?
    1325 Ham. Any thing but to'th purpose: you were sent for, and there is
    a kind of confe s sion in your lookes, which your mode sties haue not
    craft enough to cullour, I know the good King and Queene haue
    sent for you.
    Ros. To what end my Lord?
    1330 Ham. That you mu st teach me: but let me coniure you, by the
    rights of our fellow ship, 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.
    1340 Ham. 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, lo st all my mirth,
    forgon all cu stome of exercises: and indeede it goes so heauily with
    my dispo sition, that this goodly frame the earth, seemes to mee a
    1345 sterill promontorie, this mo st excellent Canopie the ayre, looke
    you, this braue orehanging firmament, this maie sticall roofe fret-
    ted with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing to me but a foule
    and pe stilent congregation of vapoures. What peece of worke is a
    1350 man, how noble in reason, how infinit in faculties, in forme and
    moouing, how expre s s e and admirable in action, how like an An-
    gell in apprehen sion, how like a God: the beautie of the world; the
    paragon of Annimales; and yet to me, what is this Quinte s s ence of
    1355 du st: 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.
    1360 Ham. 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 Maie stie 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-
    1375 dians of the Citty.
    Ham. How chances it they trauaile? their re sidence both in repu-
    tation, and profit was better both wayes.
    Ros. I thinke their inhibition, comes by the meanes of the late
    1380 innoua sion.
    Ham. Doe they hold the same e stimation 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 Flori sh .
    Guyl. There are the players.
    Ham. Gentlemen you are welcome to Elsonoure, your hands come
    then, th'appurtenance of welcome is fa shion and ceremonie; let
    mee comply with you in this garb: let me extent to the players,
    1420 which I tell you mu st 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.
    1425 Ham. I am but mad North North we st; 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 Guylden sterne, and you to, at each eare a hearer,
    1430 that 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,
    1435 You 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 Ro s sius was an Actor
    in Rome.
    1440 Pol. The Actors are come hether my Lord.
    Ham. Buz, buz.
    Pol. Vppon my honor.
    Ham. Then came each Actor on his A s s e.
    Pol. The be st actors in the world, either for Tragedie, Comedy,
    1445 Hi story, Pa storall, Pa storall Comicall, Hi storicall Pa storall, 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
    1450 only 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
    1455 pa s sing 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 (pa s sing 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
    pa s s e, as mo st like it was; the fir st rowe of the pious chanson will
    showe you more, for looke where my abridgment comes.
    Enter the Players.
    Ham. You are welcome mai sters, 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 la st, com' st thou to beard me in Denmark?
    1470 what my young Lady and mi stris, by lady your Ladi shippe is
    nerer to heauen, then when I saw you la st by the altitude of a
    chopine, pray God your voyce like a peece of vncurrant gold,
    bee not crackt within the ring: mai sters you are all welcome,
    weele ento't like friendly Fankners, fly at any thing we see,
    1475 weele haue a speech straite, come giue vs a ta st of your quality,
    come a pa s sionate 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 dige sted in the scenes, set downe
    1485 with as much mode stie 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 hone st 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
    1490 speakes 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
    bea st, tis not so, it beginnes with Pirrhus, the rugged Pirrhus, he whose
    sable Armes,
    1495 Black 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
    1500 With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
    Bak'd and empa sted with the parching streetes
    That lend a tirranus and a damned light
    To their Lords murther, ro sted in wrath and fire,
    And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,
    1505 With eyes like Carbunkles, the helli sh Phirrhus
    Old grand sire Priam seekes; so proceede you.
    Pol. Foregod my Lord well spoken, with good accent and good (discretion.
    Play. Anon he finds him,
    1510 Striking 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,
    1515 Th'vnnerued father fals:
    Seeming to feele this blowe, with flaming top
    Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious cra sh
    Takes prisoner Pirrhus eare, for loe his sword
    Which was declining on the milkie head
    1520 Of 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 again st some storme,
    A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still,
    1525 The bold winds speechle s s e, and the orbe belowe
    As hu sh 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,
    1530 On Marses Armor forg'd for proofe eterne,
    With le s s e remorse then Pirrhus bleeding sword
    Now falls on Priam.
    Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
    In generall sinod take away her power,
    1535 Breake 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
    1540 for 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.
    1545 Play 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,
    1550 A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp,
    Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
    Gain st fortunes state would treason haue pronoun st;
    if the gods themselues did see her then,
    When she saw Pirrhus make malicious sport
    1555 In mincing with his sword her husband limmes,
    The in stant bur st of clamor that she made,
    Vnle s s e things mortall mooue them not at all,
    Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
    And pa s sion in the gods.
    1560 Pol. 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 re st of this soone,
    Good my Lord will you see the players well be stowed; doe you
    heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the ab stract and breefe
    1565 Chronicles 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.
    1570 Ham. 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 le s s e they deserue the more merrit is in your boun-
    ty. Take them in.
    1575 Pol. Come sirs.
    Ham. Follow him friends, weele heare a play to morrowe; do st thou
    heare me old friend, can you play the murther of Gonzago?
    Play. I my Lord.
    1580 Ham. 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.
    1585 My 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,
    1590 O what a rogue and pesant slaue am I.
    Is it not mon strous that this player heere
    But in a fixion, in a dreame of pa s sion
    Could force his soule so to his owne conceit
    That from her working all the visage wand,
    1595 Teares in his eyes, di straction 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,
    1600 That he should weepe for her? what would he doe
    Had he the motiue, and that for pa s sion
    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,
    1605 Confound 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,
    1610 Vpon whose property and mo st deare life,
    A damn'd defeate was made: am I a coward,
    Who cals me villaine, breakes my pate a cro s s e,
    Pluckes off my beard, and blowes it in my face,
    Twekes me by the nose, giues me the lie i'th thraote
    1615 As 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 oppre s sion bitter, or ere this
    I should a fatted all the region kytes
    1620 With this slaues offall, bloody, baudy villaine,
    Remor sle s s e, trecherous, lecherous, kindle s s e villaine.
    Why what an A s s e am I, this is mo st braue,
    That I the sonne of a deere murthered,
    1625 Prompted to my reuenge by heauen and hell,
    Mu st like a whore vnpacke my hart with words,
    And fall a cur sing like a very drabbe; a stallyon, fie vppont, foh.
    About my braines; hum, I haue heard,
    That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
    1630 Haue 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 mo st miraculous organ: Ile haue these Players
    1635 Play 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
    1640 T'a s s ume a plea sing 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
    1645 Wherein Ile catch the conscience of the King. Exit.