1651With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy.

1652Rosin. He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,

1653But from what cause he will by no meanes speake.

1654Guil. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded,

1655But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe:

1656When we would bring him on to some Confession

1657Of his true state.

1658Qu. Did he receiue you well?

1659Rosin. Most like a Gentleman.

1660Guild. But with much forcing of his disposition.

1661Rosin. Niggard of question, but of our demands

1662Most free in his reply.

1663Qu. Did you assay him to any pastime?

1664Rosin. Madam, it so fell out, that certaine Players

1665We ore-wrought on the way: of these we told him,

1666And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy

1667To heare of it: They are about the Court,

1668And (as I thinke) they haue already order

1669This night to play before him.

1670Pol. 'Tis most true:

1671And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties

1672To heare, and see the matter.

1673King. With all my heart, and it doth much content me

1674To heare him so inclin'd. Good Gentlemen,

1675Giue him a further edge, and driue his purpose on

1676To these delights.

1677Rosin. We shall my Lord. Exeunt.

1678King. Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too,

1679For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither,

1680That he, as 'twere by accident, may there

1681Affront Ophelia. Her Father, and my selfe (lawful espials)

1682Will so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene

1683We may of their encounter frankely iudge,

1684And gather by him, as he is behaued,

1685If't be th'affliction of his loue, or no.

1686That thus he suffers for.

1687Qu. I shall obey you,

1688And for your part Ophelia, I do wish

1689That your good Beauties be the happy cause

1690Of Hamlets wildenesse: so shall I hope your Vertues

1691Will bring him to his wonted way againe,

1692To both your Honors.

1693Ophe. Madam, I wish it may.

1694Pol. Ophelia, walke you heere. Gracious so please ye

1695We will bestow our selues: Reade on this booke,

1696That shew of such an exercise may colour

1697Your lonelinesse. We are oft too blame in this,

1698'Tis too much prou'd, that with Deuotions visage,

1699And pious Action, we do surge o're

1700The diuell himselfe.

1701King. Oh 'tis true:

1702How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience?

1703The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art

1704Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it,

1705Then is my deede, to my most painted word.

1706Oh heauie burthen!

1707Pol. I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord.

1710Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Question:

1711Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer

1712The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,

1713Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,

1714And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe

1715No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end

1716The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes

1717That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation

1718Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,

1719To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,

1720For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,

1721When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile,

1722Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect

1723That makes Calamity of so long life:

1724For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,

1725The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,

1726The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,

1727The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes

1728That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,

1729When he himselfe might his Quietus make

1730With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare

1731To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,

1732But that the dread of something after death,

1733The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne

1734No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,

1735And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,

1736Then flye to others that we know not of.

1737Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all,

1738And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution

1739Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought,

1740And enterprizes of great pith and moment,

1741With this regard their Currants turne away,

1742And loose the name of Action. Soft you now,

1743The faire Ophelia? Nimph, in thy Orizons

1744Be all my sinnes remembred.

1745Ophe. Good my Lord,

1746How does your Honor for this many a day?

1747Ham. I humbly thanke you: well, well, well.

1748Ophe. My Lord, I haue Remembrances of yours,

1749That I haue longed long to re-deliuer.

1750I pray you now, receiue them.

1751Ham. No, no, I neuer gaue you ought.

1752Ophe. My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did,

1753And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd,

1754As made the things more rich, then perfume left:

1755Take these againe, for to the Noble minde

1756Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde.

1757There my Lord.

1758Ham. Ha, ha: Are you honest?

1759Ophe. My Lord.

1760Ham. Are you faire?

1761Ophe. What meanes your Lordship?

1762Ham. That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty

1763should admit no discourse to your Beautie.

1764Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce

1765then your Honestie?

1766Ham. I trulie: for the power of Beautie, will sooner

1767transforme Honestie from what it is, to a Bawd, then the

1768force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse.

1769This was sometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it

1770proofe. I did loue you once.

1771Ophe. Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue so.

1772Ham. You should not haue beleeued me. For vertue

1773cannot so innocculate our old stocke, but we shall rellish

1774of it. I loued you not.

1775Ophe. I was the more deceiued.

1776Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would'st thou

1777be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,

1778but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were bet-

1779ter my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, re-

1780uengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke,

1781then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue

1782them shape, or time to acte them in. What should such