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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 Hamlet, and three of the Players.
    Ham. Speake the speech I pray you as I pronoun'd it to you, trip-
    1850 pingly 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 tempe st, and as I may say, whirlwind of your pa s sion, you mu st
    1855 acquire and beget a temperance, that may giue it smoothne s s e, o it
    offends mee to the soule, to heare a robu stious perwig-pated fellowe
    tere a pa s sion to totters, to very rags, to spleet the eares of the ground-
    lings, vvho for the mo st part are capable of nothing but inexplica-
    1860 ble 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
    1865 your tutor, sute the action to the word, the word to the action, with
    this speciall obseruance, that you ore- steppe not the mode stie of na-
    ture: For any thing so ore-doone, is from the purpose of playing,
    whose end both at the fir st, and novve, was and is, to holde as twere
    1870 the 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 pre s s ure:
    Now this ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it makes the vnskil-
    full laugh, cannot but make the iudicious greeue, the censure of
    1875 which one, mu st 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 Chri stians, nor the gate of Chri stian, Pagan, nor
    1880 man, 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 nece s s ary que stion of
    the play be then to be con sidered, that's villanous, and shewes a mo st
    pittifull ambition in the foole that vses it : goe make you readie. How
    1895 now my Lord, will the King heare this peece of worke?
    Enter Polonius, Guylden sterne, & Rosencraus.
    Pol. And the Queene to, and that presently.
    Ham. Bid the Players make ha st. Will you two help to ha sten thē.
    1900 Ros. 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 iu st a man
    1905 As 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 ha st but thy good spirits
    1910 To 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; doo st thou heare,
    Since my deare soule was mi stris of her choice,
    1915 And could of men di stingui sh her election,
    S'hath seald thee for herselfe, for thou ha st been
    As one in suffring all that suffers nothing,
    A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards
    Ha st tane with equall thanks; and ble st are those
    1920 Whose 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 pa s sions slaue, and I will weare him
    In my harts core, I in my hart of hart
    1925 As I doe thee. Something too much of this,
    There is a play to night before the King,
    One scene of it comes neere the circum stance
    Which I haue told thee of my fathers death,
    I prethee when thou see st that act a foote,
    1930 Euen 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 gho st that we haue seene,
    And my imaginations are as foule
    1935 As 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,
    1940 If a steale ought the whil st 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 mu st be idle,
    Get you a place.
    King. How fares our co sin Hamlet?
    Ham. Excellent yfaith,
    Of the Camelions di sh, I eate the ayre,
    1950 Promiscram'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 Vniuer sitie you say,
    1955 Pol. That did I my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor,
    Ham. What did you enact?
    Pol. I did enact Iulius Cæ sar, I was kild i'th Capitall,
    Brutus kild mee.
    1960 Ham. 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.
    1965 Pol. O ho, doe you marke that.
    Ham. Lady shall I lie in your lap?
    Ophe. No my Lord.
    1970 Ham. 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.
    1975 Oph. 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
    1980 father 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,
    1985 then there's hope a great mans memorie may out-liue his life halfe a
    yeere, but ber Lady a mu st 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.
    1990 The 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 a sleepe, leaues him: anon come in an
    1995 other man, takes off his crowne, ki s s es it, pours poyson in the sleepers eares,
    and leaues him: the Queene returnes, finds the King dead, makes pa s sionate
    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 har sh 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.
    2010 Oph. Will a tell vs what this show meant?
    Ham. I, or any show that you will show him, be not you a sham'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.
    2020 Ham. Is this a Prologue, or the po sie 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
    2025 Neptunes salt wa sh, 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 mo st sacred bands.
    2030 Quee. 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 di stru st you, yet though I di stru st,
    2035 Discomfort you my Lord it nothing mu st.
    2035.1 For 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,
    2039.1 Where loue is great, the litle st doubts are feare,
    Where little feares grow great, great loue growes there.
    2040 King. Faith I mu st 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.
    2045 Quee. O confound the re st,
    Such loue mu st needes be treason in my bre st,
    In second husband let me be accur st,
    None wed the second, but who kild the fir st. Ham. That's wormwood
    2050 The in stances that second marriage moue
    Are base respects of thrift, but none of loue,
    A second time I kill my husband dead,
    When second husband ki s s es me in bed.
    King. I doe belieue you thinke what now you speake,
    2055 But 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 vn shaken when they mellow bee.
    2060 Mo st nece s s ary tis that we forget
    To pay our selues what to our selues is debt,
    What to our selues in pa s sion we propose,
    The pa s sion ending, doth the purpose lose,
    The violence of eyther, griefe, or ioy,
    2065 Their owne ennactures with themselues de stroy,
    Where ioy mo st reuels, griefe doth mo st 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:
    2070 For tis a que stion 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,
    2075 For 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,
    2080 That 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 fir st Lord is dead.
    Quee. Nor earth to me giue foode, nor heauen light,
    2085 Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
    2085.1 To desperation turne my tru st and hope,
    And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope,
    Each oppo site that blancks the face of ioy,
    Meete what I would haue well, and it de stroy,
    Both heere and hence pursue me la sting 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.
    2095 Quee. Sleepe rock thy braine,
    And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. Exeunt.
    Ham. Madam, how like you this play?
    Quee. The Lady doth prote st too much mee thinks.
    Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
    2100 King. Haue you heard the argument? is there no offence in't?
    Ham. No, no, they do but ie st, poyson in ie st, no offence i'th world.
    King. What doe you call the play?
    2105 Ham. The Mousetrap, mary how tropically, this play is the Image
    of a murther doone in Vienna, Gonzago is the Dukes name, his wife
    Bapti sta, you shall see anon, tis a knaui sh peece of worke, but what of
    that? your Maie stie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches vs not,
    2110 let 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
    2115 If I could see the puppets dallying.
    Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene.
    Ham. It would co st you a groning to take off mine edge.
    Oph. Still better and worse.
    2120 Ham. So you mi stake 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,
    Con siderat season els no creature seeing,
    Thou mixture ranck, of midnight weedes collected,
    VVith Hecats ban thrice bla sted, thrice inuected,
    Thy naturall magicke, and dire property,
    2130 On wholsome life vsurps immediatly.
    Ham. A poysons him i'th Garden for his e state, 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.
    2140 King. 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,
    2145 For some mu st watch while some mu st sleepe,
    Thus runnes the world away. Would not this sir & a forre st of fea-
    thers, if the re st of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouinciall
    Roses on my raz'd shooes, get me a fellow ship in a cry of players?
    Hora. Halfe a share.
    Ham. A whole one I.
    For thou doo st 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 Gho sts word for a thousand
    pound. Did' st perceiue?
    2160 Hora. Very well my Lord.
    Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysning.
    Hor. I did very well note him.
    Ham. Ah ha, come some mu sique, come the Recorders,
    2165 For if the King like not the Comedie,
    Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
    Come, some mu sique.
    Enter Rosencraus and Guylden sterne.
    Guyl. Good my Lord, voutsafe me a word with you.
    Ham. Sir a whole hi storie.
    2170 Guyl. The King sir.
    Ham. I sir, what of him?
    Guyl. Is in his retirement meruilous di stempred.
    Ham. With drinke sir?
    Guyl. No my Lord, with choller,
    2175 Ham. 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,
    2180 And stare not so wildly from my affaire.
    Ham. I am tame sir, pronounce.
    Guyl. The Queene your mother in mo st great affliction of spirit,
    hath sent me to you.
    Ham. You are welcome.
    2185 Guyl. Nay good my Lord, this curte sie 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 bu sines.
    2190 Ham. 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 stoni sh a mother, but is there
    no sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart.
    Ros. She de sires 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?
    2205 Ros. 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 di stemper, you do sure-
    ly barre the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes to
    your friend.
    2210 Ham. Sir I lacke aduauncement.
    Ros. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King him-
    selfe for your succe s sion in Denmarke.
    2215 Enter the Players with Recorders.
    Ham. I sir, but while the gra s s e growes, the prouerbe is something
    mu sty, 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 vnder stand that, wil you play vpon this pipe?
    Guyl. My lord I cannot.
    Ham. I pray you.
    2225 Guyl. Beleeue me I cannot.
    Ham. I doe beseech you.
    Guyl. I know no touch of it my Lord.
    Ham. It is as ea sie as lying; gouerne these ventages with your fin-
    gers, & the vmber, giue it breath with your mouth, & it wil discourse
    2230 mo st eloquent mu sique, 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
    2235 me, you would play vpon mee, you would seeme to know my stops,
    you would plucke out the hart of my mi stery, you would sound mee
    from my lowe st note to my compa s s e, and there is much mu sique ex-
    cellent voyce in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak, s'bloud
    2240 do you think I am ea sier 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 ble s s e you sir.
    Enter Polonius.
    2245 Pol. My Lord, the Queene would speake with you, & presently.
    Ham. Do you see yonder clowd that's almo st in shape of a Camel?
    Pol. By'th ma s s e and tis, like a Camell indeed.
    2250 Ham. 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,
    2255 They foole me to the top of my bent, I will come by & by,
    Leaue me friends.
    I will, say so. By and by is ea sily said,
    Tis now the very witching time of night,
    2260 When Churchyards yawne, and hell it selfe breakes out
    Contagion to this world: now could I drinke hote blood,
    And doe such bu sines as the bitter day
    Would quake to looke on: soft, now to my mother,
    O hart loose not thy nature, let not euer
    2265 The 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,
    2270 To giue them seales neuer my soule consent. Exit.