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  • Title: Hamlet (Modern, Quarto 2)
  • Editor: David Bevington
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-434-9

    Copyright David Bevington. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Hamlet (Modern, Quarto 2)

    [4.5]
    Enter Horatio, [Queen] Gertrude, and a Gentleman.
    2745 Queen
    I will not speak with her.
    Gentleman
    She is importunate,
    Indeed, distract. Her mood will needs be pitied.
    Queen
    What would she have?
    Gentleman
    She speaks much of her father, says she hears
    2750 There's tricks i'th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,
    Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt
    That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
    Yet the unshapèd use of it doth move
    The hearers to collection; they yawn at it,
    2755 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
    Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
    Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
    Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
    Horatio
    'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
    2760 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
    Let her come in.
    [Exit Gentleman.]
    Enter Ophelia.
    Queen
    [Aside] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
    Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
    So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
    2765 It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
    Enter Ophelia.
    Ophelia
    Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
    Queen
    How now, Ophelia?
    Ophelia
    She sings.
    How should I your true love know
    From another one?
    2770 By his cockle hat and staff,
    And his sandal shoon.
    Queen
    Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
    Ophelia
    Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
    Song.
    He is dead and gone, lady,
    He is dead and gone.
    At his head a grass-green turf,
    At his heels a stone.
    Queen
    Nay, but Ophelia--
    Ophelia
    Pray you, mark.
    Song.
    White his shroud as the mountain snow--
    2775 Enter King.
    Queen
    Alas, look here, my lord.
    2780 Ophelia
    Song.
    Larded all with sweet flowers,
    Which bewept to the ground did not go
    With true-love showers.
    King
    How do you, pretty lady?
    Ophelia
    Well Good dild you. They say the owl was a baker's 2785 daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
    God be at your table!
    King
    Conceit upon her father.
    Ophelia
    Pray let's have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this:
    2790 Song.
    Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day,
    All in the morning betime,
    And I a maid at your window
    To be your Valentine.
    Then up he rose, and donned his close
    And dupped the chamber door,
    Let in the maid, that out a maid
    Never departed more.
    King
    Pretty Ophelia--
    2795 Ophelia
    Indeed? Without an oath I'll make an end on't.
    [Song]
    By Gis and by Saint Charity,
    Alack, and fie for shame!
    Young men will do't if they come to't;
    By Cock, they are too blame.
    2800 Quoth she, "Before you tumbled me,
    You promised me to wed."
    2801.1 He answers,
    "So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
    An thou hadst not come to my bed."
    King
    How long hath she been thus?
    2805 Ophelia
    I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose but weep to think they would lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother shall know of it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
    [Exit.]
    King
    [To Horatio] Follow her close. Give her good watch, I pray you.
    [Exit Horatio.]
    Oh, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs
    All from her father's
    death and now behold!
    Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,
    2815 When sorrows come, they come not single spies
    But in battalions. First, her father slain;
    Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
    Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
    Thick and unwholesome in thoughts and whispers
    2820 For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
    In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
    Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
    Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
    Last, and as much containing as all these,
    2825 Her brother is in secret come from France,
    Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
    And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
    With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
    Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
    2830 Will nothing stick our person to arraign
    In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
    Like to a murd'ring piece, in many places
    Gives me superfluous death.
    A noise within.
    Enter a Messenger.
    King
    Attend!
    Where is my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
    What is the matter?
    Messenger Save yourself, my lord!
    The ocean, overpeering of his list,
    2840 Eats not the flats with more impiteous haste
    Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
    O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord,
    And, as the world were now but to begin,
    Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
    2845 The ratifiers and props of every word,
    The[y] cry, "Choose we! Laertes shall be king!"
    Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds:
    "Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!"
    Queen
    How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
    A noise within.
    2850 Oh, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
    Enter Laertes with others.
    King
    The doors are broke.
    Laertes
    Where is this king?--Sirs, stand you all without.
    All
    No, let's come in.
    2855 Laertes
    I pray you, give me leave.
    All
    We will, we will.
    Laertes
    I thank you. Keep the door.
    [Exeunt followers and Messenger.]
    O thou vile king,
    Give me my father!
    Queen
    Calmly, good Laertes.
    2860 Laertes
    That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
    Cries "Cuckold!" to my father, brands the harlot
    Even here between the chaste unsmirchèd brow
    Of my true mother.
    2865 King
    What is the cause, Laertes,
    That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?--
    Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
    There's such divinity doth hedge a king
    That treason can but peep to what it would,
    2870 Acts little of his will.--Tell me, Laertes,
    Why thou art thus incensed?--Let him go, Gertrude.--
    Speak, man.
    Laertes
    Where is my father?
    King
    Dead.
    2875 Queen
    But not by him.
    King
    Let him demand his fill.
    Laertes
    How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with.
    To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!
    Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
    2880 I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
    That both the worlds I give to negligence,
    Let come what comes, only I'll be revenged
    Most throughly for my father.
    King
    Who shall stay you?
    2885 Laertes
    My will, not all the world's.
    And for my means, I'll husband them so well
    They shall go far with little.
    King
    Good Laertes,
    If you desire to know the certainty
    2890 Of your dear father, is't writ in your revenge
    That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
    Winner and loser?
    Laertes
    None but his enemies.
    King
    Will you know them, then?
    2895 Laertes
    To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
    And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
    Repast them with my blood.
    King
    Why, now you speak
    Like a good child and a true gentleman.
    2900 That I am guiltless of your father's death,
    And am most sensibly in grief for it,
    It shall as level to your judgment 'pear
    As day does to your eye.
    A noise within.
    2905 Enter Ophelia [as before].
    Laertes
    Let her come in.
    How now, what noise is that?
    O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
    Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
    By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight
    2910 Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May,
    Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
    O heavens, is't possible a young maid's wits
    Should be as mortal as a poor man's life?
    Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine
    2915It sends some precious instance of itself
    After the thing it loves.
    Ophelia
    Song.
    They bore him bare-faced on the bier,
    And in his grave rained many a tear.
    2920 Fare you well, my dove.
    Laertes
    Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
    It could not move thus.
    Ophelia
    You must sing "a-down, a-down,"an you call him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it!It is 2925the false steward that stole his master's daughter.
    Laertes
    This nothing's more than matter.
    Ophelia
    There's rosemary; that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies; that's for thoughts.
    2930 Laertes
    A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
    Ophelia
    There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o'Sundays. You may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would 2935 give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. They say 'a made a good end.
    [She sings.]
    For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
    Laertes
    Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself
    2940 She turns to favor and to prettiness.
    Ophelia
    Song.
    And will 'a not come again?
    And will 'a not come again?
    No, no, he is dead,
    Go to thy deathbed,
    He never will come again.
    2945 His beard was as white as snow,
    Flaxen was his poll.
    He is gone, he is gone,
    And we cast away moan.
    God 'a' mercy on his soul!
    And of all Christians' souls, I pray God. 2950 God b'wi'you!
    [Exit Ophelia, followed by the Queen.]
    Laertes
    Do you [see] this, O God?
    King
    Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
    Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
    Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
    2955 And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.
    If by direct or by collateral hand
    They find us touched, we will our kingdom give,
    Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours
    To you in satisfaction; but if not,
    2960 Be you content to lend your patience to us,
    And we shall jointly labor with your soul
    To give it due content.
    Laertes
    Let this be so.
    His means of death, his obscure funeral--
    2965 No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
    No noble rite, nor formal ostentation--
    Cry to be heard as 'twere from heaven to earth,
    That I must call't in question.
    King
    So you shall,
    2970 And where th'offense is, let the great ax fall.
    I pray you go with me.
    Exeunt.