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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 and Laertes.
    King. Now mu st your conscience my acquittance seale,
    And you mu st put me in your hart for friend,
    Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare,
    3010 That he which hath your noble father slaine
    Pursued my life.
    Laer. It well appeares: but tell mee
    Why you proceede not again st these feates
    So criminall and so capitall in nature,
    3015 As 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 vn sinnow'd,
    But yet to mee tha'r strong, the Queene his mother
    3020 Liues almo st 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,
    3025 Why 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
    3030 Too 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 lo st,
    A si ster driuen into desprat termes,
    3035 Whose 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 mu st not thinke
    3040 That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull,
    That we can let our beard be shooke with danger,
    And thinke it pa stime, you shortly shall heare more,
    I loued your father, and we loue our selfe,
    And that I hope will teach you to imagine.
    3045 Enter a Me s s enger with Letters.
    Me s s en. These to your Maie stie, this to the Queene.
    King. From Hamlet, who brought them?
    3050 Mess. Saylers my Lord they say, I saw them not,
    They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiued them
    3051.1 Of 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,
    3055 to morrow shall I begge leaue to see your kingly eyes, when I shal fir st
    asking you pardon, there-vnto recount the occa sion of my suddaine
    King. What should this meane, are all the re st come backe,
    3060 Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
    Laer. Know you the hand?
    King. Tis Hamlets caracter. Naked,
    And in a po st script heere he sayes alone,
    Can you deuise me?
    Laer. I am lo st in it my Lord, but let him come,
    3065 It warmes the very sicknes in my hart
    That I liue and tell him to his teeth
    Thus did st thou.
    King. If it be so Laertes,
    As how should it be so, how otherwise,
    Will you be rul'd by me?
    3070 Laer. 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,
    3075 Vnder 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.
    3078.1 Laer. 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,
    3078.5 You 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
    3078.10 Of the vnworthie st siedge.
    Laer. What part is that my Lord?
    King. A very ribaud in the cap of youth,
    Yet needfull to, for youth no le s s e becomes
    The light and carele s s e liuery that it weares
    3078.15 Then setled age, his sables, and his weedes
    Importing health and grauenes; two months since
    Heere was a gentleman of Normandy,
    3080 I haue seene my selfe, and seru'd again st 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
    3085 With the braue bea st, so farre he topt me thought,
    That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks
    Come short of what he did.
    Laer. A Norman wa st?
    King. A Norman.
    3090 Laer. 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 confe s sion of you,
    3095 And gaue you such a ma sterly report
    For art and exercise in your defence,
    And for your Rapier mo st especiall,
    That he cride out t'would be a sight indeed
    If one could match you; the Scrimures of their nation
    3099.1 He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
    If you opposd them; sir this report of his
    3100 Did Hamlet so enuenom with his enuy,
    That he could nothing doe but wi sh and beg
    Your sodaine comming ore to play with you.
    Now out of this.
    Laer. What out of this my Lord?
    3105 King. 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,
    3110 But that I knowe, loue is begunne by time,
    And that I see in pa s s ages of proofe,
    Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it,
    3112.1 There 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 pluri sie,
    3112.5 Dies 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,
    3112.10 That hurts by ea sing; but to the quick of th'vlcer,
    Hamlet comes back, what would you vndertake
    To showe your selfe indeede your fathers sonne
    3115 More 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,
    3120 Hamlet return'd, shall knowe you are come home,
    Weele put on those shall praise your excellence,
    And set a double varni sh on the fame
    The french man gaue you, bring you in fine together
    And wager ore your heads; he being remi s s e,
    3125 Mo st 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.
    3130 Laer. 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,
    3135 Collected 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.
    3140 King. 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 a s s ayd, therefore this proiect,
    3145 Should haue a back or second that might hold
    If this did bla st 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,
    3150 And 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.
    3155 Quee. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele,
    So fa st they follow; your Si sters drownd Laertes.
    Laer. Drown'd, ô where?
    Quee. There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
    That showes his horry leaues in the gla s s y streame,
    3160 Therewith fanta stique garlands did she make
    Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long Purples
    That liberall Shepheards giue a gro s s er name,
    But our cull-cold maydes doe dead mens fingers call them.
    There on the pendant boughes her cronet weedes
    3165 Clambring to hang, an enuious sliuer broke,
    When downe her weedy trophies and her selfe
    Fell in the weeping Brooke, her clothes spred wide,
    And Marmaide like awhile they bore her vp,
    Which time she chaunted snatches of old laudes,
    3170 As one incapable of her owne di stre s s e,
    Or like a creature natiue and indewed
    Vnto that elament, but long it could not be
    Till that her garments heauy with theyr drinke,
    Puld the poore wretch from her melodious lay
    3175 To muddy death.
    Laer. Alas, then she is drownd.
    Quee. Drownd, drownd.
    Laer. Too much of water ha st thou poore Ophelia,
    And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet
    3180 It is our tricke, nature her cu stome holds,
    Let shame say what it will, when these are gone,
    The woman will be out. Adiew my Lord,
    I haue a speech a fire that faine would blase,
    But that this folly drownes it. Exit.
    3185 King. Let's follow Gertrard,
    How much I had to doe to calme his rage,
    Now feare I this will giue it start againe,
    Therefore lets follow. Exeunt.