So much for this, sir. Now let me see, the other.

5.2.235013409You do remember all the circumstance?

Remember it, my lord!

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting

5.2.535043412That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay

5.2.635053413Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,

5.2.735063414And praised be rashness for it: let us know,

5.2.835073415Our indiscretion sometime serves us well

5.2.935083416When our deep plots do pall, and that should learn us

5.2.1035093417There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

5.2.1135103418Rough-hew them how we will.

Rough-hew them how we will. That is most certain.

Up from my cabin,

5.2.1335133421My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark

5.2.1435143422Groped I to find out them, had my desire,

5.2.1535153423Fingered their packet, and in fine withdrew

5.2.1635163424To mine own room again, making so bold,

5.2.1735173425My fears forgetting manners, to unseal

5.2.1835183426Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio--

5.2.1935193427Oh, royal knavery!--an exact command,

5.2.2035203428Larded with many several sorts of reasons

5.2.2135213429Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,

5.2.2235223430With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,

5.2.2335233431That on the supervise, no leisure bated,

5.2.2435243432No, not to stay the grinding of the ax,

5.2.2535253433My head should be struck off.

My head should be struck off. Is't possible?

[Showing a document] Here's the commission. Read it at more leisure.

5.2.2735283436But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?

I beseech you.

Being thus benetted round with villainies--

5.2.3035313439Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,

5.2.3135323440They had begun the play--I sat me down,

5.2.3235333441Devised a new commission, wrote it fair.

5.2.3335343442I once did hold it, as our statists do,

5.2.3435353443A baseness to write fair, and labored much

5.2.3535363444How to forget that learning, but, sir, now

5.2.3635373445It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know

5.2.3735383446Th'effect of what I wrote?

Th'effect of what I wrote? Ay, good my lord.

An earnest conjuration from the King,

5.2.3935413449As England was his faithful tributary,

5.2.4035423450As love between them like the palm should flourish,

5.2.4135433451As peace should still her wheaten garland wear

5.2.4235443452And stand a comma 'tween their amities,

5.2.4335453453And many suchlike "as"es of great charge,

5.2.4435463454That on the view and knowing of these contents,

5.2.4535473455Without debatement further more or less,

5.2.4635483456He should the bearers put to sudden death,

5.2.4735493457Not shriving time allowed.

Not shriving time allowed. How was this sealed?

Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.

5.2.4935523460I had my father's signet in my purse,

5.2.5035533461Which was the model of that Danish seal;

5.2.5135543462Folded the writ up in the form of th'other,

5.2.5235553463Subscribed it, gave't th'impression, placed it safely,

5.2.5335563464The changeling never known. Now the next day

5.2.5435573465Was our sea fight, and what to this was sequent

5.2.5535583466Thou know'st already.

So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.

Why, man, they did make love to this employment.

5.2.5835613468They are not near my conscience. Their defeat

5.2.5935623469Does by their own insinuation grow.

5.2.6035633470'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes

5.2.6135643471Between the pass and fell incensèd points

5.2.6235653472Of mighty opposites.

Of mighty opposites. Why, what a King is this!

Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon--

5.2.6435683475He that hath killed my King and whored my mother,

5.2.6535693476Popped in between th'election and my hopes,

5.2.6635703477Thrown out his angle for my proper life,

5.2.6735713478And with such coz'nage--is't not perfect conscience

5.2.683572To quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damned

5.2.693573To let this canker of our nature come

5.2.703574In further evil?

It must be shortly known to him from England

5.2.723576What is the issue of the business there.

It will be short.

5.2.743578The interim's mine, and a man's life's no more

5.2.753579Than to say one. But I am very sorry, good Horatio,

5.2.763580That to Laertes I forgot myself,

5.2.773581For by the image of my cause I see

5.2.783582The portraiture of his. I'll court his favors.

5.2.793583But sure the bravery of his grief did put me

5.2.803584Into a tow'ring passion.

Into a tow'ring passion. 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.

But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my 36043496complexion.

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.

The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in 3610.153516our more rawer breath?

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--

I would you did, sir. Yet in faith if you did, it would not 3610.253526much approve me. Well, sir?

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.

5.2.124'A does well to commend it himself; there are no 36483564tongues else for's turn.

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.

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.

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--

It is but foolery, but it is such a kind of gaingiving as 36653591would perhaps trouble a woman.

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.

Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.

[To Laertes] Give me your pardon, sir. I've done you wrong,

5.2.14236793604But pardon't as you are a gentleman. 3680This presence knows,

5.2.14336813605And you must needs have heard, how I am punished

5.2.14436823606With a sore distraction. What I have done

5.2.14536833607That might your nature, honor, and exception

5.2.14636843608Roughly awake, I hear proclaim was madness.

5.2.14736853609Was't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet.

5.2.14836863610If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,

5.2.14936873611And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,

5.2.15036883612Then Hamlet does it not; Hamlet denies it.

5.2.15136893613Who does it, then? His madness. If't be so,

5.2.15236903614Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged;

5.2.15336913615His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.

5.2.1543692Sir, in this audience

5.2.15536933616Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil

5.2.15636943617Free me so far in your most generous thoughts

5.2.15736953618That I have shot my arrow o'er the house

5.2.15836963619And hurt my brother.

And hurt my brother. I am satisfied in nature,

5.2.15936983621Whose motive in this case should stir me most

5.2.16036993622To my revenge. But in my terms of honor

5.2.16137003623I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement,

5.2.16237013624Till by some elder masters of known honor

5.2.16337023625I have a voice and precedent of peace

5.2.16437033626To keep my name ungored. But till that time

5.2.16537043627I do receive your offered love like love,

5.2.16637053628And will not wrong it.

And will not wrong it. I do embrace it freely,

5.2.1673707 And will this brother's wager 3630frankly play.--

5.2.16837083631Give us the foils. Come on.

Give us the foils. Come on. Come, one for me.

I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance

5.2.17037113634Your skill shall like a star i'th' darkest night

5.2.17137123635Stick fiery off indeed.

You mock me, sir.

No, by this hand.

Give them the foils, young Osric.

Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,

5.2.17537163639You know the wager.

You know the wager. Very well, my lord.

5.2.17637183641Your grace has laid the odds o'th'weaker side.

I do not fear it; 3720I have seen you both.

5.2.17837213643But since he is bettered, we have therefore odds.

This is too heavy. Let me see another.

This likes me well. 3725These foils have all a length?

Ay, my good lord.

Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.

5.2.18337283648If Hamlet give the first or second hit,

5.2.18437293649Or quit in answer of the third exchange,

5.2.18537303650Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.

5.2.18637313651The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,

5.2.18737323652And in the cup an union shall he throw

5.2.18837333653Richer then that which four successive kings

5.2.18937343654In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups,

5.2.19037363655And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,

5.2.19137373656The trumpet to the cannoneer without,

5.2.19237383657The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,

5.2.19337393658"Now the King drinks to Hamlet." Come, begin.

5.2.19437403659And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.

Come on, sir.

Come, my lord.

One.

No.

[To Osric] Judgment.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

Well, again.

Stay. Give me drink. 3749 Hamlet this pearl is thine.

5.2.20337503668Here's to thy health.--Give him the cup.

I'll play this bout first. Set it by awhile.

5.2.20537533670Come. [They fence.] Another hit. What say you?

A touch, a touch, I do confess.

[To the Queen] Our son shall win.

[To the Queen] Our son shall win. He's fat and scant of breath.--

5.2.20737573674Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.

5.2.20837583675The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

Good madam.

Gertrude, do not drink.

I will, my lord, I pray you pardon me.

[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 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.

5.2.21837723686I pray you, pass with your best violence;

5.2.21937733687I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

Say you so? Come on.

Nothing neither way.

Have at you now!

Have at you now! Part them! They are incensed.

Nay, come again.

Nay, come again. 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;

5.2.22737853697I am justly killed with mine own treachery.

How does the Queen?

How does the Queen? She swoons to see them bleed.

No, no, the drink, the drink, O my dear Hamlet,

5.2.23037893701The drink, the drink! I am poisoned.

Oh, villainy! Ho! Let the door be locked.

5.2.23237923703Treachery! Seek it out.

It is here, Hamlet. 3794Hamlet, thou art slain.

5.2.23437953705No med'cine in the world can do thee good;

5.2.23537963706In thee there is not half an hour of life.

5.2.23637973707The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,

5.2.23737983708Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice

5.2.23837993709Hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I lie

5.2.23938003710Never to rise again. Thy mother's poisoned.

5.2.24038013711I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.

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,

5.2.24538093716Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?

5.2.24638103717Follow my mother.

Follow my mother. He is justly served.

5.2.2473812It is a poison tempered by himself.

5.2.24838133719Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.

5.2.24938143720Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,

5.2.25038153721Nor thine on me!

Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.

5.2.25238173723I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu.

5.2.25338183724You that look pale and tremble at this chance,

5.2.25438193725That are but mutes or audience to this act,

5.2.25538203726Had I but time, as this fell sergeant Death

5.2.25638213727Is strict in his arrest, oh, I could tell you--

5.2.25738223728But let it be. Horatio, I am dead,

5.2.25838233729Thou liv'st. Report me and my cause aright

5.2.25938243730To the unsatisfied.

To the unsatisfied. Never believe it.

5.2.26038263732I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.

5.2.26138273733Here's yet some liquor left.

Here's yet some liquor left. As thou'rt a man,

5.2.2623735Give me the cup! 3829Let go! By heaven I'll ha't.

5.2.26338303736Oh, God, Horatio, what a wounded name,

5.2.26438313737Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!

5.2.26538323738If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,

5.2.26638333739Absent thee from felicity awhile,

5.2.26738343740And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain

5.2.26838353741To tell my story.

To tell my story. What warlike noise is this?

Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,

5.2.27038403744To th'ambassadors of England gives this warlike volley.

Oh, I die, Horatio.

5.2.27238423746The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.

5.2.27338433747I cannot live to hear the news from England,

5.2.27438443748But I do prophesy th'election lights

5.2.27538453749On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.

5.2.27638463750So tell him, with th'occurrents more and less

5.2.27738473751Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

5.2.278Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,

5.2.28038503753And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

5.2.28138513754Why does the drum come hither?

Where is this sight?

Where is this sight? What is it ye would see?

5.2.28338563758If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,

5.2.28538583760What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,

5.2.28638593761That thou so many princes at a shot

5.2.28738603762So bloodily hast struck?

So bloodily hast struck? The sight is dismal,

5.2.28838623764And our affairs from England come too late.

5.2.28938633765The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,

5.2.29038643766To tell him his commandment is fulfilled,

5.2.29138653767That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.

5.2.29238663768Where should we have our thanks?

Where should we have our thanks? Not from his mouth,

5.2.29338683770Had it th'ability of life to thank you;

5.2.29438693771He never gave commandment for their death.

5.2.29538703772But since so jump upon this bloody question

5.2.29638713773You from the Polack wars and you from England

5.2.29738723774Are here arrived, give order that these bodies

5.2.29838733775High on a stage be placèd the view,

5.2.29938743776And let me speak to th'yet unknowing world

5.2.30038753777How these things came about. So shall you hear

5.2.30138763778Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,

5.2.30238773779Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters,

5.2.30338783780Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,

5.2.30438793781And in this upshot, purposes mistook

5.2.30538803782Fall'n on th'inventors' heads. All this can I

5.2.30638813783Truly deliver.

Truly deliver. Let us haste to hear it,

5.2.30738833785And call the noblest to the audience.

5.2.30838843786For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.

5.2.30938853787I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,

5.2.31038863788Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

Of that I shall have also cause to speak,

5.2.31238893790And from his mouth 3890whose voice will draw on more.

5.2.31338913791But let this same be presently performed,

5.2.31438923792Even while men's minds are wild, 3893lest more mischance

5.2.31538943793On plots and errors happen.

On plots and errors happen. Let four captains

5.2.31638963795Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,

5.2.31738973796For he was likely, had he been put on,

5.2.31838983797To have proved most royal; and for his passage,

5.2.31939003798The soldiers' music and the rites of war

5.2.32039013799Speak loudly for him.

5.2.32139023800Take up the body. Such a sight as this

5.2.32239033801Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.

5.2.32339043802Go bid the soldiers shoot.

5.2.323.23907FINIS