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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)

    Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencraus, Guyl -
    den sterne, Lords.
    King. An can you by no drift of conference
    Get from him why he puts on this confu sion,
    1650 Grating so har shly all his dayes of quiet
    With turbulent and dangerous lunacie?
    Ros. He dooes confe s s e he feeles himselfe di stracted,
    But from what cause, a will by no meanes speake.
    Guyl. Nor doe we find him forward to be sounded,
    1655 But with a craftie madnes keepes aloofe
    When we would bring him on to some confe s sion
    Of his true state.
    Quee. Did he receiue you well?
    Ros. Mo st like a gentleman.
    1660 Guyl. But with much forcing of his dispo sition.
    Ros. Niggard of que stion, but of our demaunds
    Mo st free in his reply.
    Quee. Did you a s s ay him to any pa stime?
    Ros. Maddam, it so fell out that certaine Players
    1665 We 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.
    1670 Pol. Tis mo st true,
    And he beseecht me to intreat your Maie sties
    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,
    1675 And 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,
    1680 That he as t'were by accedent, may heere
    Affront Ophelia; her father and my selfe,
    Wee'le so be stow our selues, that seeing vnseene,
    We may of their encounter franckly iudge,
    And gather by him as he is behau'd,
    1685 Ift 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 wi sh
    That your good beauties be the happy cause
    1690 Of Hamlets wildnes, so shall I hope your vertues,
    Will bring him to his wonted way againe,
    To both your honours.
    Oph. Maddam, I wi sh it may.
    Pol. Ophelia walke you heere, gracious so please you,
    1695 We will be stow 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
    1700 The deuill himselfe.
    King. O tis too true,
    How smart a la sh that speech doth giue my conscience.
    The harlots cheeke beautied with pla string art,
    Is not more ougly to the thing that helps it,
    1705 Then is my deede to my mo st painted word:
    O heauy burthen.
    Enter Hamlet.
    Pol. I heare him comming, with-draw my Lord.
    1710 Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the que stion,
    Whether tis nobler in the minde to suffer
    The slings and arrowes of outragious fortune,
    Or to take Armes again st a sea of troubles,
    And by oppo sing, end them, to die to sleepe
    1715 No more, and by a sleepe, to say we end
    The hart-ake, and the thousand naturall shocks
    That fle sh is heire to; tis a consumation
    Deuoutly to be wi sht to die to sleepe,
    To sleepe, perchance to dreame, I there's the rub,
    1720 For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come
    When we haue shuffled off this mortall coyle
    Mu st giue vs pause, there's the respect
    That makes calamitie of so long life:
    For who would beare the whips and scornes of time,
    1725 Th'oppre s s ors 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
    1730 With 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,
    1735 And 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 ca st of thought,
    1740 And 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.
    1745 Oph. 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,
    1750 I 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 lo st,
    1755 Take these againe, for to the noble mind
    Rich gifts wax poore when giuers prooue vnkind,
    There my Lord.
    Ham. Ha, ha, are you hone st.
    Oph. My Lord.
    1760 Ham. Are you faire?
    Oph. What meanes your Lord ship?
    Ham. That if you be hone st & faire, you should admit
    no discourse to your beautie.
    Oph. Could beauty my Lord haue better comerse
    1765 Then with hone stie?
    Ham. I truly, for the power of beautie will sooner transforme ho-
    ne stie from what it is to a bawde, then the force of hone stie 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 reli sh 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 hone st, 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,
    Farewell.
    Oph. O helpe him you sweet heauens.
    1790 Ham. If thou doo st marry, Ile giue thee this plague for thy dow-
    rie, be thou as cha st 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 mon sters you
    1795 make of them: to a Nunry goe, and quickly to, farewell.
    Oph. Heauenly powers re store 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-
    1800 ble, and you li st 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 re st 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 gla s s e of fa shion, and the mould of forme,
    1810 Th'obseru'd of all obseruers, quite quite downe,
    And I of Ladies mo st deiect and wretched,
    That suckt the honny of his mu sickt vowes;
    Now see what noble and mo st soueraigne reason
    Like sweet bells iangled out of time, and har sh,
    1815 That vnmatcht forme, and stature of blowne youth
    Bla sted 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,
    1820 Nor 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,
    1825 I 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
    1830 This something setled matter in his hart,
    Whereon his braines still beating
    Puts him thus from fa shion of himselfe.
    What thinke you on't?
    Pol. It shall doe well.
    But yet doe I belieue the origin and comencement of his greefe,
    1835 Sprung 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
    1840 To 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 be st shall thinke.
    1845 King. It shall be so,
    Madnes in great ones mu st not vnmatcht goe. Exeunt.