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11.1
4Who's there?
Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
Long live the King!
Barnardo?
He.
You come most carefully upon your hour.
'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,
Have you had quiet guard?
Not a mouse stirring.
Well, good night.
I think I hear them.--Stand, ho! Who is there?
Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Give you good night.
Oh, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
Barnardo hath my place. Give you good night.
1.1.20.1Exit Francisco.
Holla, Barnardo!
Say, what, is Horatio there?
A piece of him.
Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.
What, has this thing appeared again tonight?
I have seen nothing.
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
Sit down awhile,
Well, sit we down,
Last night of all,
Peace, break thee off! Look where it comes again!
In the same figure like the King that's dead.
Thou art a scholar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.
Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
It would be spoke to.
Question it, Horatio.
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
It is offended.
See, it stalks away.
Stay, speak, speak, I charge thee speak!
1.1.55.1Exit the Ghost.
'Tis gone, and will not answer.
How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.
Before my God, I might not this believe
Is it not like the King?
As thou art to thyself.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
In what particular thought to work I know not,
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
That can I.
I think it be no other but e'en so.
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
1.1.131.1It spreads his arms.
1.1.134If there be any good thing to be done
1.1.143.1The cock crows.
Stop it, Marcellus!
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
Do, if it will not stand.
'Tis here.
'Tis here.
1.1.147.1Exit Ghost.
'Tis gone.
It was about to speak when the cock crew.
And then it started like a guilty thing
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
So have I heard and do in part believe it.
Let's do 't, I pray, and I this morning know
1.1.181.1Exeunt.
1.2.0.2176191Flourish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, 177192Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, 193and his sister 178Ophelia, Lords attendant [including Voltemand and Cornelius].
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.
Dread my lord,
Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
H'ath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine,
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Not so, my lord, I am too much i'th' sun.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off
Ay, madam, it is common.
If it be,
"Seems," madam? Nay, it is, I know not "seems."
'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.
1.2.128.1Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet.
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Hail to your lordship!
I am glad to see you well.--
The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
Sir, my good friend, I'll change that name with you.
Horatio?--
My good lord.
I am very glad to see you. [To Barnardo.] Good even, sir.
A truant disposition, good my lord.
I would not have your enemy say so,
My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats
seen that day, Horatio!
Oh, where, my lord?
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
I saw him once. 'A was a goodly king.
'A was a man, take him for all in all,
My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Saw? Who?
My lord, the King your father.
The King my father?
Season your admiration for a while
For God's love, let me hear!
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
But where was this?
My lord, upon the platform where we watched.
Did you not speak to it?
My lord, I did,
'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true,
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
We do, my lord.
Armed, say you?
Armed, my lord.
From top to toe?
My lord, from head to foot.
Then saw you not his face?
Oh, yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
What looked he, frowningly?
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Pale, or red?
Nay, very pale.
And fixed his eyes upon you?
Most constantly.
I would I had been there.
It would have much amazed you.
Very like, very like. Stayed it long?
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
Longer, longer.
Not when I saw't.
His beard was grizzled, no?
It was as I have seen it in his life,
I will watch tonight.
I warr'nt it will.
If it assume my noble father's person,
Our duty to your honor.
1.2.258.1Exeunt [all but Hamlet].
Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
1.2.263.1Exit.
My necessaries are embarked. Farewell.
Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor,
No more but so?
Think it no more.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keep
1.3.51.1Enter Polonius
Oh, fear me not.
Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
The time invites you. Go. Your servants tend.
Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well
'Tis in my memory locked,
Farewell.
1.3.88.1Exit Laertes.
What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
Marry, well bethought.
He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Affection? Pooh, you speak like a green girl,
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
Marry, I'll teach you. Think yourself a baby
My lord, he hath importuned me with love
Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to.
And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know
I shall obey, my lord.
1.3.137.1Exeunt.
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
It is a nipping and an eager air.
What hour now?
I think it lacks of twelve.
No, it is struck.
Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
1.4.7.1A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces goes off.
The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,
Is it a custom?
Ay, marry, is't,
Look, my lord, it comes!
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
It beckons you to go away with it,
Look with what courteous action
No, by no means.
It will not speak. Then I will follow it.
Do not, my lord.
Why, what should be the fear?
1.4.69.1[The Ghost beckons Hamlet.]
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
1.4.80.1[The Ghost beckons Hamlet.]
It wafts me still.--697Go on, I'll follow thee.
You shall not go, my lord.
1.4.82.1[They attempt to restrain him.]
Hold off your hands!
Be ruled. You shall not go.
My fate cries out
1.4.85.1[The Ghost beckons Hamlet.]
1.4.88.1Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.
He waxes desperate with imagination.
Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.
Have after. To what issue will this come?
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Heaven will direct it.
Nay, let's follow him.
1.4.93.1Exeunt.
Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak. I'll go no further.
Mark me.
I will.
My hour is almost come
Alas, poor ghost!
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
Speak. I am bound to hear.
So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
What?
I am thy father's spirit,
O God!
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Murder?
Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
Haste me to know't, 715that I with wings as swift
I find thee apt,
Oh, my prophetic soul! My uncle?
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
1.5.91.1Exit.
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
My lord, my lord!
Lord Hamlet!
Heavens secure him!
So be it.
Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hillo, ho, ho, boy, come, bird, come!
How is't, my noble lord?
What news, my lord?
Oh, wonderful!
Good my lord, tell it.
No, you'll reveal it.
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Nor I, my lord.
How say you then, would heart of man once think it--
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
There's ne'er a villain848dwelling in all Denmark
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
Why, right, you are i'th' right.
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
I am sorry they offend you--heartily,
There's no offense, my lord.
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
What is't, my lord? We will.
Never make known what you have seen tonight.
My lord, we will not.
Nay, but swear't.
In faith, my lord, not I.
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Upon my sword.
1.5.154.1[He holds out his sword.]
We have sworn, my lord, already.
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Swear.
Ha, ha, boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?--
Propose the oath, my lord.
Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear.
1.5.163.1[They swear.]
Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
1.5.164.1[He moves them to another spot.]
1.5.169.1[They swear.]
Well said, old mole. Canst work i'th' earth so fast?
1.5.171.1[They move once more.]
Oh, day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
Swear.
1.5.189.1[They swear.]
Rest, rest, perturbèd spirit.--So, gentlemen,
1.5.197.1[They wait for him to leave first.]
1.5.198.1Exeunt.
Give him this money, and these notes, Reynaldo.
2.1.1.1[He gives money and papers.]
I will, my lord.
You shall do marv'lous wisely, good Reynaldo,
My lord, I did intend it.
Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir,
Ay, very well, my lord.
"And in part him. But," you may say, "not well,
As gaming, my lord?
Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
My lord, that would dishonor him.
Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge.
But, my good lord--
Wherefore should you do this?
Ay, my lord, I would know that.
Marry sir, here's my drift,
Very good, my lord.
And then, sir, does 'a this, 'a does--what was I about to say?
At "closes in the consequence."
At "closes in the consequence." Ay, marry,
My lord, I have.
God b'wi' ye, fare ye well.
Good my lord.
Observe his inclination in yourself.
I shall, my lord.
And let him ply his music.
Well, my lord.
2.1.75.1Exit Reynaldo.
Farewell.--How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?
Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
With what, i'th' name of God?
My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,
Mad for thy love?
My lord, I do not know,
What said he?
He took me by the wrist, and held me hard.
Come, go with me. I will go seek the King.
No, my good lord, but as you did command
That hath made him mad.
2.1.122.1Exeunt.
Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you,
Both your majesties
But we both obey,
Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.
Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosencrantz.
Heavens make our presence and our practices
Ay, amen.
2.2.39.1Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern [and other Courtiers].
Th'ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
Thou still hast been the father of good news.
Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,
Oh, speak of that! That do I long to hear.
Give first admittance to th'ambassadors.
Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
2.2.53.1[Polonius goes to bring in the ambassadors.]
I doubt it is no other but the main:
Well, we shall sift him.--Welcome, my good friends.
Most fair return of greetings and desires.
2.2.76.1[Giving a letter to the King]
It likes us well,
2.2.85.1Exeunt Ambassadors.
This business is well ended.
More matter with less art.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
Came this from Hamlet to her?
Good madam, stay awhile, I will be faithful.
2.2.111.1[He reads the] letter.
"Doubt thou the stars are fire,
But how hath she received his love?
What do you think of me?
As of a man faithful and honorable.
I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
1137-
[To Queen] Do you think 'tis this?
It may be, very like.
Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--
Not that I know.
Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
How may we try it further?
You know sometimes he walks four hours together
So he does indeed.
At such a time, I'll loose my daughter to him.
We will try it.
But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
Away, I do beseech you both, away.
2.2.164.1Exit King and Queen.
Well, God-a-mercy.
Do you know me, my lord?
Excellent, excellent well. You're a fishmonger.
Not I, my lord.
Then I would you were so honest a man.
Honest, my lord?
Ay, sir, to be honest, as this world goes, 1216is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
That's very true, my lord.
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a 1219good kissing carrion--Have you a daughter?
I have, my lord.
Let her not walk i'th' sun. Conception is a blessing, 12231249but as your daughter may conceive, friend, look to't.
[Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet he 12261251knew me not at first. 'A said I was a fishmonger. 'A is far gone, far gone. 12271252And truly, in my youth I suffered much extremity for love, very 12281253near this. I'll speak to him again.--What do you read, my 12291254lord?
Words, words, words.
What is the matter, my lord?
Between who?
I mean the matter that you read, my lord.
Slanders sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old 12351260men have gray beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes 12361261purging thick amber and plumtree gum, and that they have a 12371262plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams--all which, sir, 12381263though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not 12401264honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, shall grow old 12411265as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward.
[Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.--Will you 12441267walk out of the air, my lord?
Into my grave.
[Aside] Indeed, that's out of the air. How pregnant sometimes 12481270his replies are! A happiness that often madness hits on, 1251which reason 1271and sanity could not 1252so prosperously be delivered of. 1253I will leave 1272him, and 1254suddenly contrive the means of meeting 1255between him and my daughter.--1256My honorable lord, I will most humbly 1257take my leave of you.
You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more 12591274willingly part withal--except my life, except my life, except my 12601275life.
2.2.186.1Enter Guildenstern and Rosencrantz.
Fare you well, my lord.
These tedious old fools!
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern] You go to seek the Lord Hamlet? There he is.
[To Polonius] God save you, sir.
2.2.190.1[Exit Polonius.]
My honored lord!
My most dear lord!
My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? 12701283Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
As the indifferent children of the earth.
Nor the soles of her shoe?
Neither, my lord.
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favors.
Faith, her privates we.
None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
Then is doomsday near. But your news is 1285 not true. Let me question more in particular. What have 1286you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune 1287that she sends you to prison hither?
Prison, my lord?
Denmark's a prison.
Then is the world one.
A goodly one, in which there are many 1292confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o'th' 1293worst.
We think not so, my lord.
Why, then 'tis none to you, for there is nothing 1296either good or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is 1297a prison.
Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis 1299too narrow for your mind.
Oh, God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and 1301count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that 1302I have bad dreams.
Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the 1304very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow 1305of a dream.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and 1308light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
Then are our beggars bodies, and our 1310monarchs and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. 1311Shall we to th'court? For, by my fay, I cannot 1312reason.
We'll wait upon you.
No such matter. I will not sort you with the 1315rest of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest 1316man, I am most dreadfully attended. 13171295But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
To visit you, my lord, no other occasion.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I 1320thank 1298you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks 1321are too dear a halfpenny. 1299Were you not sent for? Is it 1322your own inclining? Is it a free 1300visitation? Come, come, 1323deal justly with me. Come, come, nay, speak.
What should we say, my lord?
Why, anything--but to th' purpose. You were sent for, and there is 13261303a kind of confession in your looks which your modesties have not 13271304craft enough to color. I know the good King and Queen have 13281305sent for you.
To what end, my lord?
That you must teach me. But let me conjure 1331you, by the 1308rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of 1332our youth, by the 1309obligation of our ever-preserved love, 1333and by what more dear a 1310better proposer could charge 1334you withal, be even and direct with 1311me whether you 1335were sent for or no.
[Aside to Guildenstern] What say you?
[Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you love me, 1338hold not off.
My lord, we were sent for.
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your 13411316discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen molt no 13421317feather. I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, 13431318forgone all custom of exercise; and indeed it goes so heavily with 13441319my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a 13451320sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy the air, look 13471321you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof 13481322fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul 13491323and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a 13501324man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and 13511325moving how express and admirable! In action, how like an 13531326angel! In apprehension, how like a god; the beauty of the world; the 13541327paragon of animals. And yet to me what is this quintessence of 13551328dust? Man delights not me, no, nor woman neither, though by your 13561329smiling you seem to say so.
My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
Why did you laugh, then, when I said man delights not me?
To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten 13631333entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them 13641334on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service.
He that plays the King shall be welcome; his 1367majesty shall 1336have tribute of me. The Adventurous 1368Knight shall use his foil and 1337target, the Lover shall 1369not sigh gratis, the Humorous Man shall end 1338his part in peace, the Clown shall make those laugh whose lungs 1370are tickled o'th' sear, and the Lady shall say her mind 1371freely, or the 13721339blank verse shall halt for't. What players are they?
How chances it they travel? Their residence both in 13771343reputation and profit was better both ways.
No, indeed, they are not.
How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
Nay, their endeavor keeps in the wonted 1386pace. But there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little 1387eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and 1388are most tyrannically clapped for't. These are now the 1389fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they 1390call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of 1391goose quills and dare scarce come thither.
What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? 1393How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no 1394longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, 1395if they should grow themselves to common players--as 1396it is most like if their means are not better--their 1397writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their 1398own succession?
Faith, there has been much to-do on both sides, 1400and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to 1401controversy. There was for a while no money bid for 1402argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in 1403the question.
Is't possible?
Oh, there has been much throwing about of 1406brains.
Do the boys carry it away?
Ay, that they do, my lord, Hercules and his load too.
It is not very strange, for my uncle is 1410King of Denmark, and 1350those that would make mows at him 1411while my father lived give 1351twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred 1412ducats apiece for his picture 1352in little. 'Sblood, there is 1413something in this more than natural, if 1353philosophy could 1414find it out.
There are the players.
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come.14181356Th'appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let 14191357me comply with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players, 14201358which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should more 14211359appear like entertainment than yours. You are welcome. But my 14221360uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
In what, my dear lord?
Well be with you, gentlemen.
Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each ear a hearer: 14301367that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts.
I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the 1435players. Mark it.-- 1371You say right, sir, o'Monday 1436morning, 'twas then indeed.
My lord, I have news to tell you.
The actors are come hither, my lord.
Buzz, buzz.
Upon my honor--
Then came each actor on his ass.
The best actors in the world, either for 1445tragedy, comedy, 1380history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, 1446historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene 14471381individable, or poem 1448unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy nor 1382Plautus 1449too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the 14501383only men.
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou?
What a treasure had he, my lord?
Why,
[Aside] Still on my daughter.
Am I not i'th' right, old Jephthah?
If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing well.
Nay, that follows not.
What follows then, my lord?
Why,
2.2.273and then you know,
2.2.276The first row of the pious chanson will 14641395show you more, for look where my 1465abridgment comes.
You are welcome, masters, welcome all.--I am glad to see thee 14681398well. Welcome, good friends.--Oh, my old friend! Thy face is 14691399valanced since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark?-- 14701400What, my young lady and mistress! By'r Lady, your ladyship is 14711401nearer heaven than when I saw you last, by the altitude of a 14721402chopine. Pray God your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, 14731403be not cracked 1474within the ring.--Masters, you are all welcome. 1404We'll e'en 1475to't, like French falconers: fly at anything we see. 1405 We'll 1476have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your quality. 14771406Come, a passionate speech.
What speech, my good lord?
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted, 14801409or, if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleased not 14811410the million, 'twas caviare to the general. But it was, as I received 14821411it, and others whose 1483judgments in such matters cried in the top 1412of mine, an 1484excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down 14851413with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said there 14861414were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savory, 1487nor no 1415matter in the phrase that might indict the 1488author of affectation, 1416but called it an honest method, 1488.1as wholesome as sweet, and by very 1417much more handsome than fine. 1489One speech in't I chiefly loved: 1418 'twas Aeneas' tale 1490to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he 1419speaks 1491of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at 14921420this line--let me see, let me see--
2.2.281'Tis not so, it begins with Pyrrhus.
2.2.295So proceed you.
'Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.
Anon he finds him,
This is too long.
It shall to the barber's with your beard.--1540Prithee, say on. He's 1468for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. 1541Say on. Come to Hecuba..
But who, oh, who, had seen the moblèd queen--.
The moblèd queen!
That's good. "Mobleèd queen" is good.
Run barefoot up and down, 1546threat'ning the flames
'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. 15631489[To Polonius] Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do ye 15641490hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstracts and brief 15651491chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a 15661492bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
God's bodykins, man, much better. Use every man after his 15711495desert and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honor 15721496and dignity; the less they deserve, the more merit is in your 15731497bounty. Take them in.
Come, sirs.
2.2.350.1Exit Polonius.
Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play tomorrow. [Aside to the First Player]
Ay, my lord.
We'll ha't tomorrow night. You could for a need study 15811503a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set 15821504down and insert in't, could you not?
Ay, my lord.
Very well. Follow that lord, and look you mock him not.
2.2.355.1Exeunt Players.
Good my lord.
Ay, so, God b'wi' you.
Now I am alone.
2.2.414.1Exit.
And can you by no drift of circumstance
He does confess he feels himself distracted,
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
Did he receive you well?
Most like a gentleman.
But with much forcing of his disposition.
Niggard of question, but of our demands
Did you assay him to any pastime?
Madam, it so fell out that certain players
With all my heart,1594and it doth much content me
We shall, my lord.
3.1.29.1Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern [and Lords].
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
3.1.34Her father and myself, lawful espials,
I shall obey you.
Madam, I wish it may.
3.1.44.1[Exit Queen.]
Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious, so please you,
[Aside] Oh, 'tis too true!
I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.
To be, or not to be, that is the question,
Good my lord,
I humbly thank you, well, well, well.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
No, not I. I never gave you aught.
My honored lord, you know right well you did,
3.1.104.1[She offers Hamlet the remembrances.]
Ha, ha! Are you honest?
My lord?
Are you fair?
What means your lordship?
Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform 17671687honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can 17681688translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the 17691689time gives it proof. I did love you once.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so 17731692inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
I was the more deceived.
Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou 1777be a breeder of 1695sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, 1778but yet I could accuse me of 1696such things that it were better 1779my mother had not borne me: I am 1697very proud, revengeful, 1780ambitious, with more offenses at my beck 17811698than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, 17821699or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling 17831700between heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.17841701Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
At home, my lord.
Let the doors be shut upon him, 1704that he may 1788play the fool nowhere but in's own house. 1705Farewell.
Oh, help him, you sweet heavens!
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy 17911708dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, 1792thou shalt not escape 1709calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. 1793Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, 1710marry a fool, 1794for wise men know well enough what monsters you 17951711make of them. To a nunnery go, and quickly too. 1796Farewell.
O heavenly powers, restore him!
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. 1799God hath1714given you one face, and you make yourselves 1800another. You jig, 1715you amble, and you lisp, and nickname 1801God's creatures, and make your 1716wantonness your ignorance. 1802Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. 18031717I say we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all 18041718but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
3.1.121.1Exit.
Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
Love? His affections do not that way tend,
It shall do well.1748But yet do I believe
It shall be so;
3.1.160.1Exeunt.
1847.1[3.2]
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced 1850it to you, 1763trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, 1851as many of your players do, 1764I had as lief the town crier 1852had spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air 1765too much with 1853your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very 18541766torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your 1855passion, you must 1767acquire and beget a temperance that may give it 1856smoothness. Oh, it 1768offends me to the soul 1857to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow1769tear a passion 1858to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the 18591770groundlings, who for the most part are capable of 1860nothing but 1771inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would 1861have such a fellow whipped for 1772o'erdoing Termagant. It 1862out-Herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.
I warrant your honor.
Be not too tame, neither, but let your own 1865discretion be 1775your tutor. Suit the action to the word, 1866the word to the action, with 1776this special observance, 1867that you o'erstep not the modesty of 1777nature. For anything 1868so o'erdone is from the purpose of playing, 1778whose 1869end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold as 'twere 18701779the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own 1871feature, scorn her own 1780image, and the very age and 1872body of the time his form and pressure. 1781Now this 1873overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the 18741782unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve, the 1875censure of 1783the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh 1876a whole theater of 1784others. Oh, there be players 1877that I have seen play, and heard others 1785praise, and that 1878highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither 1786having 1879th'accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor 18801787no man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have 1881thought some of 1788nature's journeymen had made men, 1882and not made them well, they 1789imitated humanity so 1883abominably.
I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.
Oh, reform it altogether. And let those that 1887play your clowns 1792speak no more than is set down for 1888them; for there be of them that 1793will themselves laugh, 1889to set on some quantity of barren spectators 1794to laugh 1890too, though in the meantime some necessary question of 18911795the play be then to be considered. That's villainous, and shows a most 18921796pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.
And the Queen too, and that presently.
Bid the players make haste.
3.2.8.1Exit Polonius.
Will you two help to hasten them?
We will, my lord.
3.2.9.1Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
What ho, Horatio!
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
Oh, my dear lord--
Nay, do not think I flatter,
Well, my lord,
3.2.46.119421842Enter King, Queen, 1843Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, 1943Guildenstern, and other lord attendant with 1944his Guard carrying torches. Danish 1945march. Sound a flourish
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Excellent, i'faith, 1848of the chameleon's dish; I eat the air, 19501849promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so.
That I did, my lord, and was accounted a good 1956actor.
And what did you enact?
Ay, my lord, they stay upon your patience.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
No, good mother, here's mettle more attractive.
[To the King] Oho, do you mark that?
[To Ophelia, as he lies at her feet] Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
No, my lord.
I mean, my head upon your lap.
Ay, my lord.
Do you think I meant country matters?
I think nothing, my lord.
That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
What is, my lord?
Nothing.
You are merry, my lord.
Who, I?
Ay, my lord.
Oh, God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do but 19791875be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my 19801876father died within's two hours.
Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, 1984for I'll have a 1879suit of sables. Oh, heavens! Die two 1985months ago, and not forgotten yet? 1880Then there's hope a 1986great man's memory may outlive his life half a 1881year. 1987But, by'r Lady, 'a must build churches then, or else shall 1988'a suffer 1882not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose 1989epitaph is, "For oh, for 1883oh, the hobby-horse is forgot."
1991Enter [Players as] a King and Queen very lovingly; the Queen 1992embracing him. She kneels and makes show of protestation unto 1993him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck. 1994Lays him down upon a bank of flowers. She, seeing him 1995asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his 1996crown, kisses it, pours poison in the King's ears, and 1997exits. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and 1998makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or 1999three mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. 2000The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner woos the 2001Queen with gifts. She seems loath and unwilling awhile, 2002but in the end accepts his love. Exeunt [Players].
What means this, my lord?
Marry, this is miching mallico. It means mischief.
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
We shall know by this fellow. 1897The players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Will 'a tell us what this show meant?
Ay, or any show that you will show him. Be not 2012you ashamed 1900to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it 2013means.
You are naught, you are naught. I'll mark the 2015play.
For us and for our tragedy,
3.2.84.1[Exit.]
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
'Tis brief, my lord.
As woman's love.
Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
So many journeys may the sun and moon
Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
Oh, confound the rest!
Wormwood, wormwood.
The instances that second marriage move
I do believe you think what now you speak,
Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
If she should break it now!
'Tis deeply sworn. 2092Sweet, leave me here awhile.
Sleep rock thy brain,
Madam, how like you this play?
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Oh, but she'll keep her word.
Have you heard the argument? Is there no 2101offense in't?
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest. No 2103offense i'th' world.
What do you call the play?
3.2.16921051990HamletThe Mousetrap. Marry, how? Tropically. 2106This play is the image 1991of a murder done in Vienna. Gonzago 2107is the Duke's name, his wife 1992Baptista. You shall see 2108anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of work, but what of 1993that? 2109Your majesty and we that have free souls, it touches 2110us not. 1994Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
It would cost you a groaning to take off mine 2118edge.
Still better and worse.
So you mis-take your husbands.--Begin, murderer. Pox, leave 21212004thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow 21222005for revenge.
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,
'A poisons him i'th' garden for his estate. His name's 21332013Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see 21342014anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
The King rises.
What, frighted with false fire?
How fares my lord?
Give o'er the play.
Give me some light. Away!
Lights, lights, lights!
3.2.189.1Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.
"Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
3.2.1942147Would not this, sir, and a forest of 2024feathers--if the rest of 2148my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two provincial 21492025roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a 2150cry of players, sir?
Half a share.
A whole one, I.
You might have rhymed.
Very well, my lord.
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
I did very well note him.
Aha, come, some music! Come, the recorders.
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
Sir a whole history.
The King, sir--
Ay, sir, what of him?
Is in his retirement marvelous distempered.
With drink, sir?
No, my lord, rather with choler.
Your wisdom should show itself more 2176richer to signify 2051this to his doctor, for, for me to put him 2177to his purgation would 2052perhaps plunge him into far 2178more choler.
I am tame sir. Pronounce.
You are welcome.
Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of 2186the right breed. If 2060it shall please you to make me a wholesome 2187answer, I will do your 2061mother's commandment. 2188If not, your pardon and my return shall 2062be the end of 2189my business.
Sir, I cannot.
What, my lord?
Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased. But, sir, such 21932066answer as I can make, you shall command, or rather, as you say, my 21942067mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter. My mother, you say.
Oh, wonderful son, that can so 'stonish a 2199mother! But is there 2071no sequel at the heels of this 2200mother's admiration? Impart.
She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.
My lord, you once did love me.
So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do 22082078surely bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to 22092079your friend.
Sir, I lack advancement.
How can that be, when you have the voice of the King 22122082himself for your succession in Denmark?
Ay, sir, but "while the grass grows"--the proverb is 2214something 2085musty.--2216Oh, the recorders. Let me see one. [He takes a recorder.] To withdraw with you, why 22172086do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you 2218would drive 2087me into a toil?
Oh, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love 2220is too unmannerly.
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
My lord, I cannot.
I pray you.
Believe me, I cannot.
I do beseech you.
I know no touch of it, my lord.
It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your 22292096fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse 22302097most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing 2235you make of 2101me! You would play upon me, 2236you would seem to know my stops, 2102you would pluck out the heart 2237of my mystery, you would sound me 2103from my lowest 2238note to the top of my compass, and there is much music, 22392104excellent voice in this little organ, yet cannot 2240you make it speak. 'Sblood, 2105do you think I am easier to be 2241played on than a pipe? Call me what 2106instrument you will, though you can 2242fret me, you cannot play upon me.
My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape 2248of a camel?
By th' mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale.
Very like a whale.
3.2.25422542116Hamlet Then I will come to my mother by and by. 22552117[Aside] They fool me to the top of my bent. [Aloud] I will come by and by.
I will say so.
3.2.255.1Exit.
"By and by" is easily said.--Leave me, friends.
3.2.256.1Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
3.2.268.1Exit.
2270.1[3.3]
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
The single and peculiar life is bound
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage,
We will haste us.
3.3.26.1Exeunt gentlemen [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
My lord, he's going to his mother's closet.
Thanks, dear my lord.
3.3.35.1Exit [Polonius].
3.3.72.1[He kneels.]
Now might I do it pat, now 'a is a-praying,
[He draws his sword.]
And so 'a goes to heaven,
3.3.87.1[He sheathes his sword.]
3.3.96.1Exit.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
3.3.98.1Exit.
2373.1[3.4]
'A will come straight. 2376Look you lay home to him.
Within. Mother, mother, mother!
I'll warrant you. Fear me not.
3.4.8.1[Polonius conceals himself behind the arras.]
Now mother, what's the matter?
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Why, how now, Hamlet?
What's the matter now?
Have you forgot me?
No, by the rood, not so.
Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge.
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
[Behind the arras] What ho! Help, help, help!
How now, a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
3.4.25.1[Hamlet thrusts through the arras with his sword.]
[Behind the arras] Oh, I am slain!
3.4.26.1[Polonius falls onto the stage floor, dead].
Oh, me, what hast thou done?
Nay I know not. Is it the King?
Oh, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
A bloody deed--almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king?
Ay, lady, it was my word.
3.4.31.1[He parts the arras and discovers the dead Polonius.]
What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
Such an act
Ay me, what act,
Look here upon this picture, and on this,
Oh, Hamlet speak no more!
Nay, but to live
Oh, speak to me no more!
A murderer and a villain,
No more!
A king of shreds and patches--
Alas, he's mad!
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
3.4.113Oh, say!
Do not forget. This visitation
How is it with you, lady?
Alas, how is't with you,
On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
To whom do you speak this?
Do you see nothing there?
Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
Nor did you nothing hear?
No, nothing but ourselves.
Why, look you there, look how it steals away!
3.4.141.1Exit Ghost.
This is the very coinage of your brain.
3.4.144Is very cunning in.
Ecstasy?
Oh, Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
What shall I do?
Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath
I must to England. You know that?
Alack, I had forgot. 2453'Tis so concluded on.
There's letters sealed, and my two schoolfellows,
2585.1[4.1]
There's matter in these sighs, 2588these profound heaves.
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern] Bestow this place on us a little while.
4.1.4.1[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Oh, heavy deed!
To draw apart the body he hath killed,
Oh, Gertrude, come away!
4.1.32.1Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
4.1.37.1Exit Gentlemen [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
4.1.44.1Exeunt.
2629.1[4.2]
Safely stowed.
within Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
4.2.4Rosencrantz
What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
Do not believe it.
Believe what?
That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides,26422528to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by 26432529the son of a king?
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
Ay, sir, that soaks up the King's countenance, his 2646rewards, his 2532authorities. But such officers do the King 2647best service in the end: he 2533keeps them, like an ape an apple in 2648the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be 2534last swallowed. 2649When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but 26502535squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
I understand you not, my lord.
I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a 2653foolish ear.
A thing, my lord?
Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
2660Exeunt.
I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
How now, what hath befall'n?
Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord,
But where is he?
Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure.
Bring him before us.
[Calling] Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.
Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
At supper.
At supper? Where?
Not where he eats, but where 'a is eaten. A certain 26862568convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only 26872569emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, 2688and we fat 2570ourselves for maggots. Your fat king 2689and your lean beggar is but 2571variable service: two dishes 2690but to one table. That's the end.
Alas, alas!
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and 2690.32574eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
What dost thou mean by this?
Where is Polonius?
In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him 26962580not there, seek him i'th' other place yourself. 26972581But if indeed you find him not within this month, you 26982582shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
[To some attendants] Go seek him there.
'A will stay till you come.
4.3.28.1[Exeunt attendants.]
Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety--
For England!
Ay, Hamlet.
Good.
So is it if thou knew'st our purposes.
Thy loving father, Hamlet.
My mother. Father and mother is man and wife, 27162600man and wife is one flesh, and so, my mother. 2601Come, for England!
4.3.42.1Exit.
4.3.46.1Exeunt all but the King.
4.3.57.1Exit.
2733.1[4.4]
Go, captain, from me greet the Danish King.
I will do't, my lord.
[To his soldiers] Go softly on.
4.4.9.1[Exeunt all but the Captain.]
[To the Captain] Good sir, whose powers are these?
They are of Norway, sir.
How purposed, sir, I pray you?
Against some part of Poland.
Who commands them, sir?
The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
Why then the Polack never will defend it.
Yes, it is already garrisoned.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
God b'wi' you, sir.
4.4.31.1[Exit.]
Will't please you go, my lord?
I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.
4.4.32.1[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
4.4.67.1Exit.
2744[4.5]
I will not speak with her.
She is importunate,
What would she have?
She speaks much of her father, says she hears
4.5.16.1[Horatio withdraws to admit Ophelia.]
[Aside] To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
How now, Ophelia?
She sings.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
Nay, but Ophelia--
Pray you, mark.
4.5.35.1Song.
Alas, look here, my lord.
[Song.]
Larded with sweet flowers,
How do you, pretty lady?
Well God'ield you. They say the owl was a baker's 27852729daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
Conceit upon her father.
Pretty Ophelia--
Indeed, la? Without an oath I'll make an end on't.
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
How long hath she been thus?
I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose 28062751but weep to think they would lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother 28072752shall know of it. And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, 28082753my coach! Good night, ladies, good night, 28092754sweet ladies, good night, good night.
4.5.65.1Exit.
[To Horatio.] Follow her close. 2812Give her good watch, I pray you.
4.5.66.1[Exit Horatio.]
death, and now behold!
4.5.69Oh, Gertrude, Gertrude,
4.5.88.1A noise within.
Alack, what noise is this?
Where is my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
Save yourself, my lord!
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
4.5.102.1A noise within.
The doors are broke.
Where is this king?--Sirs, stand you all without.
No, let's come in.
I pray you, give me leave.
We will, we will.
I thank you. Keep the door.
4.5.109.1[Exeunt followers.]
O thou vile king,
Calmly, good Laertes.
That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
What is the cause, Laertes,
Where is my father?
Dead.
But not by him.
Let him demand his fill.
How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with.
Who shall stay you?
My will, not all the world's.
Good Laertes,
None but his enemies,
Will you know them, then?
To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
Why, now you speak
4.5.147.1A noise within.
Let her come in!
How now, what noise is that?
Song.
They bore him bare-faced on the bier,
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
You must sing "a-down, a-down," 2860an you call 2924him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it!2861It is the 2925false steward that stole his master's daughter.
This nothing's more than matter.
There's rosemary; that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, 29282864remember. And there is pansies; that's for thoughts.
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for 29332867you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o'Sundays. 29342868You may wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would 29352869give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. 29372870They say 'a made a good end.
Thought and afflictions, passion, hell itself
4.5.184.1Exeunt Ophelia [and the Queen, following her.]
Do you see this, O God?
Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Let this be so.
So you shall,
4.5.203.1Exeunt.
2971.1[4.6]
What are they that would speak with me?
Sailors, sir. They say they have letters for you.
Let them come in.
4.6.3.1[Exit Servingman.]
4.6.429762908I do not know from what part of the world 29772909I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
God bless you, sir.
Let him bless thee too.
'A shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter 2982for you, sir. It comes 2913from th'ambassador that was 2983bound for England, if your name be 2914Horatio, as I am let 2984to know it is.
4.6.7.1[He gives a letter.]
Reads the letter
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these 29872916fellows some means to the King; they have letters 2988for him. Ere we 2917were two days old at sea, a pirate of very 2989warlike appointment gave 2918us chase. Finding ourselves too 2990slow of sail, we put on a compelled 2919valor, and in the grapple I 2991boarded them. On the instant they got 2920clear of our ship, so 2992I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt 2921with me like 2993thieves of mercy, but they knew what they did: I am to 2922do 2994a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have 2995sent, and 2923repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldest 2996fly death. 2924I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee 2997dumb, yet are 2925they much too light for the bore of the matter. 2998These good fellows 2926will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz 2999and Guildenstern hold their 2927course for England. Of them 3000I have much to tell thee. Farewell. 30012928He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet.
4.6.11.1 Exeunt.
3005.1[4.7]
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
It well appears. But tell me
Oh for two special reasons,
And so have I a noble father lost,
Break not your sleeps for that. You must not think
How now? What news?
3047Messenger
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet.
4.7.38.1[He gives letters.]
From Hamlet! Who brought them?
Sailors, my lord, they say. I saw them not.
Laertes, you shall hear them. [To the Messenger] 3053Leave us.
4.7.42.1Exit Messenger.
High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom. 30552978Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes, when I shall first, 30562979asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden 30572980and more strange return.
Hamlet.
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Know you the hand?
'Tis Hamlet's character. "Naked!"
I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come.
If it be so, Laertes--
4.7.55If so you'll not o'errule me to a peace.
To thine own peace. If he be now returned
My lord, I will be ruled,
It falls right.
What part is that, my lord?
A very ribbon in the cap of youth,
A Norman was't?
A Norman.
Upon my life, Lamord.
The very same.
I know him well. He is the brooch indeed
He made confession of you,
What out of this, my lord?
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Why ask you this?
Not that I think you did not love your father,
To cut his throat i'th' church.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize.
I will do't,
Lets further think of this,
4.7.153When in your motion you are hot and dry--
How [now], sweet queen?
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
Drowned! Oh, where?
There is a willow grows aslant a brook
Alas, then she is drowned.
Drowned, drowned.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
Exit.
Let's follow, Gertrude.
4.7.190.1Exeunt.
3189[5.1]
I tell thee she is, and therefore make her grave straight. The 31933144crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.
Why, 'tis found so.
It must be se offendendo, it cannot be else, for here lies the 31993149point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act, and an act hath 32003150three branches: it is to act, to do, and to perform. Argal, she drowned 32013151herself wittingly.
Nay, but hear you, Goodman Delver.
Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the 32053154man; good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will 32063155he, nill he, he goes. Mark you that. But if the water come to him and 32073156drown him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not guilty of 32093157his own death shortens not his own life.
But is this law?
Ay, marry, is't, crowner's quest law.
Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not 3213been a 3161gentlewoman, she should have been buried 3214out o'Christian burial.
Why, there thou say'st, and the more pity that great folk 32163163should have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves 32173164more than their even-Christian. Come, my spade. There is no 32183165ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers. They hold 32193166up Adam's profession.
Was he a gentleman?
'A was the first that ever bore arms.
Why, he had none.
What, art a heathen? How dost thou 3225understand the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digged. 3226 Could he dig without arms? I'll put another 3227question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the purpose, 3228confess thyself--
Go to.
The gallows-maker, for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.
I like thy wit well, in good faith, the gallows 3235does well.3176But how does it well? It does well to those 3236that do ill. Now, thou 3177dost ill to say the gallows is 3237built stronger than the church. Argal, the gallows 32383178may do well to thee. To't again, come.
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Marry, now I can tell.
To't.
Mass, I cannot tell.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your 3247dull ass will 3186not mend his pace with beating; and when 3248you are asked this question 3187next, say "a grave-maker." 3249The houses that he makes lasts till doomsday. 3188Go get thee 3250to Johan. Fetch me a stoup of liquor.
5.1.25.1[Exit Second Clown.]
5.1.25.2[The First Clown digs.]
In youth when I did love, did love,
Custom hath made it in him a property of 3259easiness.
'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath 3261the daintier sense.
Clown sings.
But age with his stealing steps
5.1.36.1[The Clown throws up a skull.]
That skull had a tongue in it and could sing once. How the 32683203knave jowls it to the ground, as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that did the 32693204first murder! This might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now 32703205o'er-offices, one that would circumvent God, might it not?
It might, my lord.
Or of a courtier, which could say, "Good morrow, sweet lord, 32743208how dost thou, good lord?" This might be my Lord Such-a-one, that 32753209praised my Lord Such-a-one's horse when 'a meant to beg it, might it not?
Ay, my lord.
Why, e'en so. And now my Lady Worm's, 3279chapless, and knocked 3212about the mazard with a sexton's 3280spade. Here's fine revolution, an 3213we had the trick to 3281see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding 3214but 3282to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think 3283on't.
Sings.
A pickax and a spade, a spade,
5.1.45.1[He throws up another skull.]
There's another. Why might not that be the 3290skull of a lawyer? 3220Where be his quiddities now, his 3291quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his 3221tricks? Why 3292does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him 3222about 3293the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of 3294his 3223action of battery? H'm! This fellow might be 3295in's time a great buyer of 3224land, with his statutes, his 3296recognizances, his fines, his double 3225vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the 3297fine of his fines, and the recovery of his 3298recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his 32993226vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double 3300ones too, than the length 3227and breadth of a pair of 3301indentures? The very conveyances of his 3228lands will 3302hardly lie in this box, and must th'inheritor himself have 33033229no more, ha?
Not a jot more, my lord.
Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too.
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance 3308in 3234that. I will speak to this fellow.--Whose grave's 3309this, sirrah?
Mine, sir.
5.1.51.1[Sings.]
I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours. For my part, I 33153238do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say 'tis thine. 'Tis for the dead, 33173240not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me to you.
What man dost thou dig it for?
For no man, sir.
What woman, then?
For none, neither.
Who is to be buried in't?
One that was a woman, sir, but, rest her soul, she's dead.
[To Horatio] How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or 33293249equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I 33303250have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe of the 33313251peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.--How 33333252long hast thou been grave-maker?
Of all the days i'th' year, I came to't that day 3335that our last King 3254Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
How long is that since?
Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the 33383257very day that young Hamlet was born--he that is mad and sent into 33393258England.
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
Why, because 'a was mad. 'A shall recover his wits there, or if 33423261'a do not, 'tis no great matter there.
Why?
'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.
How came he mad?
Very strangely, they say.
How strangely?
Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
Upon what ground?
How long will a man lie i'th' earth ere he rot?
I'faith, if 'a be not rotten before 'a die--as we have 3355many 3273pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold 3356the laying in--'a will last you some eight 3274year, or nine 3357year. A tanner will last you nine year.
Why he more than another?
Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade that 'a will keep 33603277out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your 33613278whoreson dead body. [He picks up a skull.] Here's a skull 3362now: this skull hath lain you i'th' earth three-and-twenty years.
Whose was it?
A whoreson mad fellow's it was. Whose do you think it was?
Nay, I know not.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A poured a flagon of 33683283Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the 33693284King's jester.
This?
E'en that.
Let me see. [taking the skull] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, 3373a fellow of infinite 3288jest, of most excellent fancy. He 3374hath borne me on his back a 3289thousand times, and now how 3375abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge 3290rises at it. Here 3376hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how 3291oft.--3377Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your 3378songs, your 3292flashes of merriment that were wont to 3379set the table on a roar? Not one 3293now to mock your own 3380grinning? Quite chopfall'n? Now get you 3294to my lady's 3381chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this 33823295favor she must come. Make her laugh at that. 33833296Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
What's that, my lord?
Dost thou think Alexander looked o'this fashion i'th' earth?
E'en so.
And smelt so? Pah!
5.1.92.1[He throws the skull down.]
E'en so, my lord.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not 33913303imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till 'a find it stopping 33923304a bunghole?
'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.
No, faith, not a jot. But to follow him thither 3395with modesty 3307enough, and likelihood to lead it, as thus: 3396Alexander died, Alexander was 3308buried, Alexander returneth 3397into dust, the dust is earth, of earth we 3309make 3398loam, and why of that loam whereto he was converted might 33993310they not stop a beer-barrel?
5.1.100.1Enter King, Queen, Laertes, and a coffin [containing the corpse of Ophelia, in funeral procession, with the "Doctor" or Priest], with Lords attendant.
5.1.106.1[Hamlet and Horatio conceal themselves. Ophelia's body is taken to the grave.]
What ceremony else?
[Aside to Horatio] That is Laertes, a very noble youth. Mark.
What ceremony else?
Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
Must there no more be done?
No more be done.
Lay her i'th' earth,
[To Horatio] What, the fair Ophelia!
[Scattering flowers] Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
Oh, treble woe
[Coming forward] What is he whose grief
[Grappling with Hamlet] The devil take thy soul!
Thou pray'st not well.
5.1.152.1[Hamlet and Laertes are parted.]
Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Oh, my son, what theme?
I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
Oh, he is mad, Laertes.
For love of God, forbear him.
'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do.
This is mere madness,
[To Laertes] Hear you, sir,
5.1.179.1Exit Hamlet.
I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.
5.1.180.1And Horatio [exits too].
5.1.186.1Exeunt.
3498.1[5.2]
So much for this, sir. Now let me see, the other.
Remember it, my lord!
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That is most certain.
Up from my cabin,
Is't possible?
[Showing a document] Here's the commission. Read it at more leisure.
I beseech you.
Being thus benetted round with villainies--
Ay, good my lord.
An earnest conjuration from the King,
How was this sealed?
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
Why, what a King is this!
Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--
It must be shortly known to him from England
It will be short.
3585Horatio
Peace, who comes here?
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
I humbly thank you, sir. 3482[Aside to Horatio] Dost know this water-fly?
[Aside to Hamlet] No, my good lord.
[Aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gracious, for 'tis a vice to 3591know him. 3485He hath much land, and fertile. Let a beast 3592be lord of beasts, and his 3486crib shall stand at the King's mess. 3593'Tis a chuff, but, as I say, 3487spacious in the 3594possession of dirt.
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, 3596I should 3489impart a thing to you from his majesty.
I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet 35983491to his right use. 'Tis for the head.
I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
No, believe me, 'tis very cold. The wind is northerly.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
Exceedingly, my lord, it is very sultry, as 'twere--I 36063498cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that 'a 36073499has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter--
[Reminding Osric once more about his hat] I beseech you, remember.
Nay, good my lord, for my ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly 3610.13502come to court Laertes--believe me, an absolute gentlemen, full of most 3610.23503excellent differences, of very soft society and great showing. 3610.33504Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of 3610.43505gentry, for you shall find in him the continent of what part a 3610.53506gentleman would see.
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I 3610.73508know to divide him inventorially would dazzle th'arithmetic of 3610.83509memory, and yet but yaw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But 3610.93510in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great article, 3610.103511and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as, to make true diction 3610.113512of him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his 3610.123513umbrage, nothing more.
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
Sir?
[To Hamlet] Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will 3610.183519do't, sir, really.
[To Osric] What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
Of Laertes?
[To Hamlet] His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent.
[To Osric] Of him, sir.
I know you are not ignorant--
Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is--
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with 3612.23529him in excellence. But to know a man well were to know himself.
I mean, sir, for his weapon. But in the imputation laid on 3612.43531him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon.
What's his weapon?
Rapier and dagger.
That's two of his weapons--but well.
The King, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary 3617horses, 3536against the which he has impawned, as I take it, six French 3618rapiers 3537and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, 3619hangers, or so. Three 3538of the carriages, in faith, are very 3620dear to fancy, very responsive to 3539the hilts, most delicate 3621carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
What call you the carriages?
[To Hamlet] I knew you must be edified by the margin ere you had 3542done.
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
The phrase would be more germane to the matter if we 36253545could carry cannon by our sides; I would it might be "hangers" till 36263546then. But on. Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their 36273547assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages: that's the French 36283548bet against the Danish. Why is this "impawned," as you call it?
The King, sir, hath laid, sir, that in a dozen passes 3631between 3550yourself and him, he shall not exceed you three hits. 3632He hath 3551laid on't twelve for nine, and it would come to 3633immediate trial, if 3552your lordship would vouchsafe the 3634answer.
How if I answer no?
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his majesty, it 36393556is the breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be brought, the 36403557gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose, I will win 36413558for him an I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and 36423559the odd hits.
Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?
To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will.
I commend my duty to your lordship.
Yours, yours.
5.2.123.1[Exit Osric.]
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
'A did comply with his dug before 'a sucked it. Thus has he, and 36523567many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on, 36533568only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter, a 36543569kind of yeasty collection, which carries them through and through 36563570the most fanned and winnowed opinions; and do but blow 36573571them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
5.2.126.1Enter a Lord.
My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young 3657.33574Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in the hall. 3657.43575He sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that 3657.53576you will take longer time?
I am constant to my purposes; they follow the King's 3657.73578pleasure. If his fitness speaks, mine is ready: now or whensoever, 3657.83579provided I be so able as now.
The King and Queen and all are coming down.
In happy time.
The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment 3657.123583to Laertes before you fall to play.
She well instructs me.
5.2.132.1[Exit Lord.]
You will lose this wager, my lord.
I do not think so. Since he went into France, I have been 36603587in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not 36613588think how ill all's here about my heart, but it is no matter.
Nay, good my lord--
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their 36673593repair hither and say you are not fit.
Not a whit, we defy augury. There's a special providence in 36693595the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, 36703596it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all. 36713597Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes? 3673.13598Let be.
5.2.138.136743599Trumpets, drums, and officers with cushions. Enter King, Queen, and Lords [including Laertes and Osric, and all the state], with other 3675Attendants with foils and gauntlets, a table, and 3676flagons of wine on it.
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
5.2.139.1[The King puts Laertes's hand into Hamlet's.]
[To Laertes] Give me your pardon, sir. I've done you wrong,
I am satisfied in nature,
I do embrace it freely,
Come, one for me.
I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
You mock me, sir.
No, by this hand.
Give them the foils, young Osric.
[Foils are handed to Hamlet and Laertes.]
Cousin Hamlet,
Very well, my lord.
I do not fear it; 3720I have seen you both.
This is too heavy. Let me see another.
5.2.179.1[He exchanges his foil for another.]
This likes me well. 3725These foils have all a length?
Ay, my good lord.
5.2.181.1[They] prepare to play.
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
5.2.193.1Trumpets the while.
Come on, sir.
Come, my lord.
5.2.196.1They play. [Hamlet scores a hit.]
One.
No.
[To Osric] Judgment.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Well, again.
Stay. Give me drink. 3749 Hamlet this pearl is thine.
5.2.202.1[He drinks, and throws a pearl in Hamlet's cup.]
I'll play this bout first. Set it by awhile.
A touch, a touch, I do confess.
[To the Queen] Our son shall win.
He's fat and scant of breath.--
5.2.207.1[The Queen takes a cup of wine to offer a toast to Hamlet.]
Good madam.
Gertrude, do not drink.
I will, my lord, I pray you pardon me.
5.2.211.1[She drinks.]
[Aside] It is the poisoned cup. It is too late.
I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
[Aside to the King] My lord, I'll hit him now.
[Aside to Laertes] I do not think't.
[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
Come for the third, 3771Laertes, you do but dally.
Say you so? Come on.
5.2.220.1[They] play.
Nothing neither way.
Have at you now!
5.2.222.13777[Laertes wounds Hamlet with his unbated rapier.] In scuffling they change rapiers. [Hamlet wounds Laertes.]
Part them! They are incensed.
Nay, come again.
5.2.223.1[Laertes falls down. The Queen falls down.]
Look to the Queen there, ho!
They bleed on both sides. [To Hamlet] How is it, my lord?
How is't, Laertes?
Why, as a woodcock 3784to mine own springe, Osric;
How does the Queen?
She swoons to see them bleed.
No, no, the drink, the drink, O my dear Hamlet,
5.2.230.1[She dies.]
Oh, villainy! Ho! Let the door be locked.
5.2.232.1[Exit Osric.]
It is here, Hamlet. 3794Hamlet, thou art slain.
The point envenomed too? 3803Then, venom, to thy work.
Treason, treason!
Oh, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
[Forcing the King to drink] Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, 3808damnèd Dane,
5.2.246.1The King dies.
He is justly served.
5.2.250.1[He] dies.
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
Never believe it.
[He attempts to drink from the poisoned cup, but is prevented by Hamlet.]
As thou'rt a man,
What warlike noise is this?
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
Oh, I die, Horatio.
5.2.278Oh, oh, oh, oh!
5.2.278.1[He] dies.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
5.2.280.1[March within.]
5.2.281.138523755Enter Fortinbras and the English Ambassadors, with Drum, 3853Colors, and Attendants.
Where is this sight?
What is it ye would see?
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,
The sight is dismal,
Not from his mouth,
Let us haste to hear it,
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
Let four captains