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Who's there?
Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold 6yourself.
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, goodnight.
1.1.13If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
I think I hear them.--Stand! Who's there?
Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Give you good night.
Oh, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?
Barnardo has my place. Give you good night.
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.
40Barnardo
Sit down awhile,
44Horatio
Well, sit we down,
Last night of all,
1.1.44Marcellus
Peace, break thee off! 52Look 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.
58Marcellus
Question it, Horatio.
What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
It is offended.
64Barnardo
See, it stalks away.
Stay, speak, speak, I charge thee, speak!
'Tis gone, and will not answer.
How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale.
Before my God, I might not this believe
74Marcellus
Is it not like the King?
As thou art to thyself.
Thus twice before, and just at this dead hour,
In what particular thought to work I know not,
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
96Horatio
That can I.
1.1.117That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
1.1.118Speak to me!
1.1.121Oh, speak!
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
Do, if it will not stand.
'Tis here.
'Tis here.
'Tis gone.
1.1.130.1Exit Ghost.
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
1.1.163.1Exeunt.
1.2.0.2Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, 177Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and his sister 178Ophelia, Lords attendant.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
In that and all things will we show our duty.
We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.
231Laertes
Dread my lord,
Have you your father's leave? 239What says Polonius?
He hath, my lord.
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 nightly color off
Ay, madam, it is common.
255Queen
If it be,
"Seems," madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems."
'Tis sweet and commendable 269in your nature, Hamlet,
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I shall in all my best 303obey you, madam.
Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.
Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Hail to your lordship!
346Hamlet
I am glad to see you well.--
The same, my lord, 349and your poor servant ever.
Sir, my good friend, 351I'll change that name with you.
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 pray thee do not mock me, fellow student.
Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats
Oh, where, my lord?
374Hamlet
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
I saw him once. He was a goodly king.
He 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
386Hamlet
For heaven's love, let me hear!
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
404Hamlet
But where was this?
My lord, upon the platform where we watched.
Did you not speak to it?
407Horatio
My lord, I did,
414Hamlet
'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true;
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
420Both
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 grizzly? No?
It was, as I have seen it in his life,
I'll watch tonight. Perchance 'twill wake again.
I warrant you it will.
If it assume my noble father's person,
454All
Our duty to your honor.
1.2.257.1Exeunt [all but Hamlet].
Your love, as mine to you. Farewell.
1.2.262.1Exit.
1.3.0.2Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
My necessaries are imbarked. Farewell.
466Ophelia
Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favors,
No more but so?
473Laertes
Think it no more.
I shall th'effect of this good lesson keep
515Laertes
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,
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know
I shall obey, my lord.
1.3.137.1Exeunt.
1.4.0.2Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
The air bites shrewdly; is it 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. Then it draws near the season
1.4.7.1[A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go 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,
647Marcellus
Look with what courteous action
650Horatio
No, by no means.
It will not speak. Then will I follow it.
Do not, my lord.
653Hamlet
Why, what should be the fear?
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
It wafts me still.--Go on, I'll follow thee.
You shall not go, my lord.[They attempt to restrain him.]
666Hamlet
Hold off your hand!
Be ruled. You shall not go.
668Hamlet
My fate cries out
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.
680Marcellus
Nay, let's follow him.
Exeunt.
1.5.0.2Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
Where wilt thou lead me? Speak. I'll go no further.
Mark me.
684Hamlet
I will.
685Ghost
My hour is almost come
688Hamlet
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 heaven!
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Murder?
Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
Haste, haste me to know it, 715that with wings as swift
718Ghost
I find thee apt,
Oh, my prophetic soul! Mine uncle?
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
1.5.57And prey on garbage.
1.5.91.1Exit.
Oh, all you host of heaven! Oh, earth! What else?
1.5.112I have sworn't.
My lord, my lord!
Lord Hamlet!
Heaven secure him!
So be it.
Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hillo, ho, ho, boy, come, bird, come!
1
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?
813Both
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
818Hamlet
Why, right, you are i'th' right.
These are but wild and hurling words, my lord.
I'm sorry they offend you--heartily,
828Horatio
There's no offense, my lord.
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, my lord,
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.[He holds out his sword.]
We have sworn, my lord, already.
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
1.5.157Ghost
Swear.
Ah ha, boy, sayest thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?--
849Horatio
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 for ground.
1.5.164.1[He moves them to another spot.]
Swear.
1.5.169.1[They swear.]
Well said, old mole. Canst work i'th' ground 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.
2.1.0.2Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.
Give him his money, and these notes, Reynaldo.[He gives money and papers.]
I will, my lord.
You shall do marvel's wisely, good Reynaldo,
895Reynaldo
My lord, I did intend it.
Marry, well said. 897 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.
2.1.36Of general assault.
But, my good lord--
Wherefore should you do this?
Ay, my lord, I would know that.
Marry sir, here's my drift,
941Reynaldo
Very good, my lord.
And then, sir, does he this,
At "closes in the consequence,"
At "closes in the consequence." Ay, marry,
My lord, I have.
962Polonius
God buy you; fare you 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.
Farewell.-- 970How now, Ophelia, what's the matter?
Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
With what, in the name of heaven?
My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,
Mad for thy love?
My lord, I do not know, but truly I do fear it.
What said he?
He took me by the wrist, and held me hard.
Go with me. I will go seek the King.
No, my good lord, but as you did command
1008Polonius
That hath made him mad.
2.1.122.1Exeunt.
Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you,
1046Rosencrantz
Both your majesties
1050Guildenstern
We both obey,
Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.
Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosencrantz.
Heavens make our presence and our practices
2.2.38.1Exit [Guildenstern with Rosencrantz and other Courtiers].
Amen.
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 I do long to hear.
Give first admittance to th'ambassadors.
Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.--
I doubt it is no other but the main:
2.2.57.1Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.
Well, we shall sift him.--Welcome, good friends.
Most fair return of greetings and desires.
1106King
It likes us well,
2.2.85.1Exit Ambassadors.
1112Polonius
This business is very well ended.
1123Queen
More matter, with less art.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
2.2.105Perpend.
Came this from Hamlet to her?
Good madam, stay awhile, I will be faithful.
2.2.111.1[He reads.]
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,
Do you think 'tis this?
It may be, very likely.
Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--
1186King
Not that I know.
Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
1191King
How may we try it further?
You know sometimes1193he walks four hours together here
1195Queen
So he has indeed.
At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him.
1202King
We will try it.
But look where sadly the poor wretch 1205comes 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. Y'are 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, is to be 1216one man picked out of two thousand.
That's very true, my lord.
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, 1219being a good kissing carrion-- 1220Have you a daughter?
I have, my lord.
Let her not walk i'th' sun. Conception is a 1223blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, 1224 look to't.
[Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my 1226daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a 1227fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone. And truly, in my youth 1228I suffered much extremity for love, very near this. I'll 1229speak to him again.--What do you read, my lord?
Words, words, words.
What is the matter, my lord?
Between who?
I mean the matter you mean, my lord.
Slanders sir; for the satirical slave says here 1235that old men have gray beards, that their faces are 1236wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber or plumtree 1237gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, 1238together with weak hams--all which, sir, though I 1239most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it 1240not honesty to have it thus set down; for you 1241yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if, like a crab, you could 1242 go backward.
[Aside] Though this be madness, 1244yet there is method in't,--Will you walk 1245out of the air, my lord?
Into my grave?
[Aside] Indeed, that is out o'th'air. 1248How pregnant sometimes his replies are! 1249 A happiness 1250that often madness hits on, 1251which reason and sanity could not 1252so prosperously be delivered of. 1253I will leave him, 1254and suddenly 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 1259will more willingly part withal--except my life, my 1260life.
Fare you well, my lord.
These tedious old fools!
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, as they enter] You go to seek my Lord Hamlet? There 1264he is.
God save you, sir.
2.2.190.1[Exit Polonius.]
[To Hamlet] Mine honored lord!
My most dear lord!
My excellent good friends! How dost thou, 1270Guildenstern? Oh, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye 1271 both?
As the indifferent children of the earth.
Happy in that we are not over-happy. On 1274Fortune's cap we are not the very button.
Nor the soles of her shoe?
Neither, my lord.
Then you live about her waist, or in the 1278middle of her favor?
Faith, her privates we.
In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true, 1281she is a strumpet. What's the news?
None, my lord, but that the world's grown 1283honest.
Then is doomsday near. But your news is 1385 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. But, in the beaten 1317way 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, 1320but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks 1321are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it 1322your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, 1323deal justly with me. Come, come, nay, speak.
What should we say, my lord?
Why, anything. But to the purpose: you were 1326sent for, and there is a kind [of] confession in your looks, 1327which your modesties have craft enough to 1328color. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you.
To what end, my lord?
That you must teach me. But let me conjure 1331you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of 1332our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, 1333and by what more dear a better proposer could charge 1334you withal, be even and direct with me 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 1341prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and 1342Queen molt no feather. I have of late, but wherefore 1343I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of 1344exercise; and indeed it goes so heavily with my 1345disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a 1346sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy the air, 1347 look you, this brave o'erhanging, this majestical roof 1348fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing 1349to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of 1350vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in 1351reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving 1352how express and admirable! In action, how like an 1353angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the 1354 world, the paragon of animals. And yet to me what is 1355this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, no, 1356nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem 1357 to say so.
My lord, there was no such stuff in my 1359thoughts.
Why did you laugh, when I said man delights 1361not me?
To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, 1363what lenten entertainment the players shall receive 1364from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are 1365they coming to offer you service.
He that plays the King shall be welcome; his 1367majesty shall have tribute of me. The Adventurous 1368Knight shall use his foil and target, the Lover shall 1369not sigh gratis, the Humorous Man shall end his part in 1370peace, the Clown shall make those laugh whose lungs 1371are tickled o'th'sear, and the Lady shall say her mind 1372freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players 1373 are they?
Even those you were wont to take delight in, 1375the tragedians of the city.
How chances it they travel? Their 1377residence both in reputation and profit was better both 1378 ways.
I think their inhibition comes by the means 1380of the late innovation.
Do they hold the same estimation they did 1382when I was in the city? Are they so followed?
No, indeed, they are not.
How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
2.2.237Rosencrantz
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 strange, for mine uncle is King of 1410Denmark, and those that would make mows at him 1411while my father lived give twenty, forty, an hundred 1412ducats apiece for his picture in little. There is 1413something in this more than natural, if philosophy could 1414find it out.
There are the players.
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your 1418hands, come. The appurtenance of welcome is fashion 1419and ceremony. Let me comply with you in the garb, 1420lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, must show 1421fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment 1422than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father 1423and aunt-mother are deceived.
In what, my dear lord?
I am but mad north-north-west; when the 1426wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Well be with you, gentlemen.
Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each 1430ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet 1431out of his swathing clouts.
Happily he's the second time come to them, for 1433they say an old man is twice a child.
I will prophesy: he comes to tell me of the 1435players. Mark it.--You say right, sir, for o'Monday 1436morning, 'twas so indeed.
My lord, I have news to tell you.
My lord, I have news to tell you.1439When Roscius, an actor in Rome--
The actors are come hither, my lord.
Buzz, buzz.
Upon mine honor.
Then can each actor on his ass--
The best actors in the world, either for 1445tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, 1446pastoral-comical-historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, 1447tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or 1448poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus 1449too light for the law of writ and the liberty. These are 1450the only men.
O Jephthah, Judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst 1452thou?
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 1459daughter 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 1464pious chanson will show you more, for look where my 1465abridgments come.
2.2.2771467Y'are welcome, masters, welcome all.--I am glad to see 1468thee well. Welcome, good friends.--Oh, my old friend! 1469Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to 1470beard me in Denmark?--What, my young lady and 1471mistress! By'r Lady, your ladyship is nearer heaven than when 1472I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God 1473your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked 1474within the ring.--Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en 1475to't, like French falconers: fly at anything we see. We'll 1476have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your 1477quality. Come, a passionate speech.
What speech, my lord?
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was 1480never acted, or if it was, not above once; for the play, I 1481remember, pleased not the million, 'twas caviary to the 1482general. But it was, as I received it, and others whose 1483 judgment in such matters cried in the top of mine, an 1484excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set down 1485with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said 1486there was no sallets in the lines, to make the matter 1487savory, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the 1488author of affectation, but called it an honest method. One 1489chief speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale 1490to Dido, and thereabout of it especially where he speaks 1491of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at 1492this line--let me see, let me see--
2.2.281It is not so, it begins with Pyrrhus.
1508accent and good discretion.
'Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good Anon he finds him,
2.2.310Did nothing.
This is too long.
It shall to th' barber's with your beard.-- 1540Prithee, say on. He's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he 1541sleeps. Say on. Come to Hecuba..
But who, oh, who, had seen the inobled queen--
"The inobled queen!"
That's good. "Inobled queen" is good.
Run barefoot up and down, 1546 threat'ning the flame
Look where he has not turned his color, and 1561has tears in's eyes.--Pray you, no more.
'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest 1563soon. [To Polonius] Good my lord, will you see the players well 1564bestowed? Do ye hear, let them be well used, for they are 1565the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time. After 1566your death you were better have a bad epitaph than 1567their ill report while you lived.
My lord, I will use them according to their 1569desert.
God's bodykins, man, better. Use every man 1571after his desert and who should scape whipping? Use 1572them after your own honor and dignity; the less they 1573deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them 1574in.
Come, sirs.
2.2.349.1Exit Polonius.
Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play 1577tomorrow. [Aside to the First Player] Dost thou hear me, old friend, can you play The 1578Murder of Gonzago?
Ay, my lord.
We'll ha't tomorrow night. You could for a 1581need study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which 1582I would set down and insert in't, could ye not?
Ay, my lord.
Very well. Follow that lord, and look you 1585mock him not.--My good friends, I'll leave you till night. 1586You are welcome to Elsinore.
Good my lord.
Ay, so, God buy ye.--Now I am alone.
2.2.412.1Exit.
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
1670Polonius
'Tis most true,
With all my heart, and it doth much content me
We shall, my lord.
3.1.29.1Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern and Lords].
1678King
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
1687Queen
I shall obey you.
1693Ophelia
Madam, I wish it may.
3.1.42.1[Exit Queen.]
Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious, so please ye,
1701King
[Aside] Oh, 'tis true!
I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.
To be, or not to be, that is the question,
1745Ophelia
Good my lord,
I humbly thank you, well, well, well.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
No, no, I never gave you aught.
My honored lord, I know right well you did,
Ha, ha! Are you honest?
My lord?
Are you fair?
What means your lordship?
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty 1763should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce 1765than your honesty?
Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner 1767transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the 1768force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. 1769This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it 1770proof. I did love you once.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
You should not have believed me, for virtue 1773cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish 1774of it. I loved you not.
I was the more deceived.
Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou 1777be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, 1778but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were 1779better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, 1780revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck 1781than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give 1782them shape, or time to act them in. What should such 1783fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth? 1784We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy 1785ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
At home, my lord.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may 1788play the fool no way but in's own house. Farewell.
Oh, help him, you sweet heavens!
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague 1791for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, 1792thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. 1793Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, 1794for wise men know well enough what monsters you 1795make of them. To a nunnery go, and quickly too. 1796Farewell.
O heavenly powers, restore him!
I have heard of your pratlings too well enough. 1799God has given you one pace, and you make yourself 1800another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname 1801God's creatures, and make your wantonness your 1802ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. 1803I say we will have no more marriages. Those that are 1804married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep 1805as they are. To a nunnery, go.
3.1.119.1Exit Hamlet.
Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
Love? His affections do not that way tend,
It shall do well. But yet do I believe
1845King It shall be so.
3.2.0.2Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced 1850it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, 1851as many of your players do, I had as lief the town crier 1852had spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much--1853 your hand thus--but use all gently; for in the very 1854torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of 1855passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that 1856may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul 1857to see a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a 1858passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the 1859groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of 1860nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I could 1861have such a fellow whipped for o'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 your tutor. Suit the action to the word, 1866the word to the action, with this special observance: 1867that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. For 1868anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose 1869end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold as 'twere 1870the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own 1871feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and 1872body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this 1873overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the 1874unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve, the 1875censure of the which one must in your allowance 1876o'erweigh a whole theater of others. Oh, there be players 1877that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that 1878highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having 1879the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, 1880or Norman, have so strutted and bellowed that I have 1881thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, 1882and not made them well, they imitated humanity so 1883abhominably.
I hope we have reformed that indifferently with 1885us, sir.
Oh, reform it altogether. And let those that 1887play your clowns speak no more than is set down for 1888them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, 1889to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh 1890too, though in the meantime some necessary question 1891of the play be then to be considered. That's villainous, and 1892shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses 1893 it. Go make you ready.
3.2.5.1Exeunt Players.
1896will the King hear this piece of work?
And the Queen too, and that presently.
Bid the players make haste.
3.2.8.1Exit Polonius.
1900Both
We will, my lord.
3.2.9.1Exeunt [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
What ho, Horatio!
1903Horatio
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
Oh, my dear lord--
1907Hamlet
Nay, do not think I flatter,
Well, my lord,
1940If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing
3.2.46.11942Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, 1943Guildenstern, and other Lords attendant, with 1944his Guard carrying torches. Danish 1945march. Sound a flourish.
They are coming to the play. I must be idle. 1947Get you a place.
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Excellent, i'faith, of the chameleon's dish; I eat 1950the air, promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so.
I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet. These 1952words are not mine.
No, nor mine. [To Polonius] Now, my lord, you played once 1954i'th' university, you say?
That I did, my lord, and was accounted a good 1956actor
And what did you enact?
I did enact Julius Caesar. I was killed i'th' Capitol. 1959Brutus killed me.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a1961calf there.--Be the players ready?
Ay, my lord, they stay upon your patience.
Come hither, my good Hamlet, sit by me.
No, good mother, here's mettle more attractive.
Oho, do you mark that?
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 1979a man do but be merry? For look you how 1980cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two 1981hours.
Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, 1984for I'll have suit of sables. Oh, heavens! Die two 1985months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a 1986great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. 1987But, by'r Lady, he must build churches then, or else shall 1988he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose 1989epitaph is, "For oh, for oh, the hobby-horse is forgot."
3.2.74.11990Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters. 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.
3.2.74.2Exeunt [Players].
What means this, my lord?
Marry, this is miching mallico. That means 2005mischief.
Belike this show imports the argument of the 2007play?
We shall know by these fellows. The players 2009cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.
Will they tell us what this show meant?
Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not 2012you ashamed to 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.
2023Enter [two Players as] King and his Queen [Baptista].
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;
2045Baptista
Oh, confound the rest!
Wormwood, wormwood.
The instances that second marriage move
I do believe you think what now you speak,
Nor earth to give me food, nor heaven light,
If she should break it now!
'Tis deeply sworn.2092Sweet, leave me here awhile.
2095Baptista
Sleep rock thy brain,
3.2.156.1[King] sleeps.
3.2.157.1Exit [Player Queen].
Madam, how like you this play?
The lady protests 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?
The Mousetrap. Marry, how? Tropically. 2106This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna. 2107Gonzago is the Duke's name, his wife Baptista. You shall see 2108anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of work, but what o' that? 2109Your majesty and we that have free souls, it touches 2110us not. Let the galled jade winch; our withers are unwrung.
You are a good chorus, my lord.
I could interpret between you and your love, 2115if I could see the puppets dallying.
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
It would cost you a groaning to take off my 2118edge.
Still better and worse.
So you mistake husbands.-- 2121Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and 2122begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for 2123revenge.
Thoughts black, hands apt, 2125drugs fit, and time agreeing,
He poisons him i'th' garden for's estate. His 2133name's Gonzago. The story is extant, and writ in choice 2134Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the 2135love 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!
"Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
3.2.1892147Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers--if the rest of 2148my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two provincial 2149roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry 2150of players, sir?
Half a share.
A whole one, I.
You might have rhymed.
O good Horatio, I'll take the Ghost's word for 2159a thousand pound. Didst perceive?
Very well, my lord.
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
I did very well note him.
Oh, ha! 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 this to his doctor, for, for me to put him 2177to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far 2178more choler.
Good my lord, put your discourse into some 2180frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.
I am tame sir. Pronounce.
The Queen your mother, in most great 2183affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.
You are welcome.
Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of 2186the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a 2187wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment. 2188If not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of 2189my business.
Sir, I cannot.
What, my lord?
Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's 2193diseased. But, sir, such answers as I can make, you shall 2194command, or rather, you say, my mother. Therefore no more 2195but to the matter. My mother, you say.
Then thus she says: your behavior hath struck 2197her into amazement and admiration.
Oh, wonderful son, that can so astonish a 2199mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this 2201mother's admiration?
3.2.223Rosencrantz
She desires to speak with you in her closet 2202ere you go to bed.
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. 2204Have you any further trade with us?
My lord, you once did love me.
So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
Good my lord, what is your cause of 2208distemper? You do freely bar the door of your own 2209liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Sir, I lack advancement.
How can that be, when you have the voice of 2212the King himself for your succession in Denmark?
Ay, but "while the grass grows"-- the proverb is 2214something musty.
3.2.2312216Oh, the recorder. Let me see. [He takes the recorder.] To withdraw with you, why 2217do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you 2218would drive me 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 2222upon 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.
'Tis as easy as lying. Govern these ventages 2229with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your 2230mouth, and it will discourse most excellent music. 2231Look you, these are the stops.
But these cannot I command to any utterance 2233of harmony. I have not the skill.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing 2235you make of me! You would play upon me, you would 2236seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart 2237of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest 2238note to the top of my compass, and there is much 2239music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot 2240you make it. Why, do you think that I am easier to be 2241played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, 2242though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. [To Polonius, as he enters]God 2243bless you, sir.
My lord, the Queen would speak with you, 2246and presently.
Do you see that cloud? That's almost in shape 2248like a camel.
By th' mass, and it's like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
It is backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale?
Very like a whale.
Then will I come to my mother by and by. 2255[Aside] They fool me to the top of my bent.
2256[Aloud] I will come by and by.
I will say so.
3.2.250.1Exit.
3.2.251.1[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
3.2.263.1[Exit.]
3.3.0.2Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
2279Guildenstern
We will ourselves provide.
The single 2284and peculiar life is bound
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage,
2300Both
We will haste us.
3.3.26.1Exeunt gentlemen [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
My lord, he's going to his mother's closet.
2311King
Thanks, dear my lord.
3.3.35.1[Exit Polonius.]
3.3.72.1[He kneels.]
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,
3.3.79Oh, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
3.3.86.1[He sheathes his sword.]
3.3.95.1Exit.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
3.3.97.1Exit.
3.4.0.2Enter Queen and Polonius.
He will come straight. 2376Look you lay home to him.
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 an idle tongue.
Why, how now, Hamlet?
2391Hamlet
What's the matter now?
Have you forgot me?
2393Hamlet
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 2398budge.
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
What ho! Help, help, help!
How now, a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
3.4.25.1[He stabs through the arras with his rapier.]
[Behind the arras] Oh, I am slain!
3.4.26.1[Hamlet] kills Polonius.
2406Queen
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?
2412Hamlet
Ay, lady, 'twas 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
2423Hamlet
Such an act
2435Queen
Ay me, what act,
Look here upon this picture, and on this,
Oh, Hamlet speak no more!
2468Hamlet
Nay, but to live
Oh, speak to me no more!
2475Hamlet
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,
3.4.104Oh, say!
2490Ghost
Do not forget. This visitation
2496Hamlet
How is it with you, lady?
Alas, how is't with you,
On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
To who 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!
3.4.132.1Exit [Ghost].
This is the very coinage of your brain.
Ecstasy?
Oh, Hamlet, 2540thou 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. 'Tis so concluded on.
This man shall set me packing.
4.1.0.2Enter King.
There's matters in these sighs. 2588These profound heaves
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Mad as the seas and wind, when both contend
2599King
Oh, heavy deed!
To draw apart the body he hath killed,
Oh, Gertrude, come away!
4.1.31.1Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Ho, Guildenstern!
4.1.36.1Exit Gentlemen [Rosencrantz and Guildenstern].
4.1.40.1Exeunt.
4.2.0.2Enter Hamlet.
Safely stowed.
Hamlet, Lord Hamlet!
What noise? Who calls on Hamlet?2634Oh, here they come.
4.2.3.1Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
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 2642own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what 2643replication should be made by the son of a king?
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
Ay, sir, that soaks up the King's countenance, his 2646rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King 2647best service in the end: he keeps them like an ape in 2648the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed. 2649When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but 2650squeezing 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 foolish ear.
My lord, you must tell us where the body is, 2655and go with us to the King.
The body is with the King, but the King is not 2657with the body. The King is a thing--
A thing, my lord?
Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all 2660after!
4.2.18.1Exeunt.
4.3.0.2Enter King.
I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
4.3.11.1Enter Rosencrantz.
2673King
How now? What hath befall'n?
Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord,
2676King
But where is he?
Without, my lord, guarded, to know your 2678pleasure.
Bring him before us.
Ho, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.
4.3.16.1Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern [and Guards].
Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
At supper.
At supper? Where?
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A 2686certain convocation of worms are e'en at him. Your worm 2687is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else 2688to fat us, and we fat ourself for maggots. Your fat king 2689and your lean beggar is but variable service to dishes, 2690but to one table that's the end.
What dost thou mean by this?
Nothing but to show you how a king may go 2693a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Where is Polonius?
In heaven. Send thither to see. If your 2696messenger find him not there, seek him i'th' other place 2697yourself. But indeed if you find him not this month, you 2698shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
Go seek him there.
He will stay till ye come.
4.3.26.1[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.
I see a cherub that sees him. But come, for 2713England! Farewell, dear mother.
Thy loving father, Hamlet.
My mother. Father and mother is man and 2716wife, man and wife is one flesh, and so, my mother. Come, for England!
4.3.40.1Exit.
Follow him at foot. 2719Tempt him with speed aboard.
4.3.44.1[Exeunt all but the King.]
4.3.55.1Exit.
4.4.0.2Enter Fortinbras [and a Captain] with an army.
Go, captain, from me greet the Danish King.
I will do't, my lord.
Go safely on.
4.4.9.1Exit [with all the rest].
4.5.0.2Enter Queen and Horatio.
I will not speak with her.
She is importunate, indeed, distract.
2748Queen
What would she have?
She speaks much of her father, says she hears
'Twere good she were spoken with,
4.5.16.1[Exit Gentleman.]
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
How now, Ophelia?
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
Nay, but Ophelia--
Pray you, mark. [She sings.]
Alas, look here, my lord.
Larded with sweet flowers,
How do ye, pretty lady?
Well God dild you. They say the owl was 2785a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but 2786know not what we may be. God be at your table!
Conceit upon her father.
Pray you, let's have no words of this. But when 2789they ask you what it means, say you this:
Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
4.5.45All in the morning betime,
4.5.47To be your Valentine.
4.5.49And dupped the chamber door,
4.5.51Never departed more
.
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 this?
I hope all will be well. We must be patient. 2806But I cannot choose but weep to think they should 2807lay him i'th' cold ground. My brother shall know of it. 2808And so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my 2809coach! Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies. 2810Good night, good night.
4.5.63.1Exit.
Follow her close. 2812Give her good watch, I pray you.
4.5.64.1[Exit Horatio.]
4.5.85.1A noise within.
Alack, what noise is this?
2836King
Where are my Switzers?
Save yourself, my lord!
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
4.5.100.2Enter Laertes.
The doors are broke.
[1]
Where is the king, sirs?--Stand you all without.
[2][3]
No, let's come in.
I pray you, give me leave.
We will, we will.
I thank you. Keep the door.--
4.5.106.1[Laertes's followers remain outside the door.]
Calmly, good Laertes.
That drop of blood that calms 2861proclaims me bastard,
2865King
What is the cause, Laertes,
2873Laertes
Where's my father?
2874King
Dead.
But not by him.
2876King
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.
2888King
Good Laertes,
None but his enemies.
Will you know them, then?
To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,
2898King
Why, now you speak
4.5.146[Voices within]
Let her come in.
How now, what noise is that?
[She sings.]
They bore him bare-faced on the bier,
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade 2922revenge,
4.5.163It could not move thus.
You must sing "down, a-down," an you call 2924him "a-down-a." Oh, how the wheel becomes it! It is 2925the false steward that stole his master's daughter.
This nothing's more than matter.
There's rosemary; that's for remembrance. 2928Pray, love, remember. And there is pansies; that's for 2929thoughts.
A document in madness, thoughts and 2931remembrance fitted.
There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's 2933rue for you, and here's some for me. We may call it 2934herb-grace o'Sundays. Oh, you must wear your rue 2935with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you 2936some violets, but they withered all when my father 2937died. They say he made a good end.
Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
2950God buy ye!
4.5.182.1Exeunt Ophelia [and the Queen, following her].
Do you see this, you gods?
Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
2963Laertes
Let this be so.
2969King
So you shall,
4.5.201.1Exeunt.
4.6.0.2Enter Horatio, with an Attendant [i.e., Servingman].
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.]
4.6.42976I do not know from what part of the world 2977I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
God bless you, sir.
Let him bless thee too.
He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter 2982for you, sir. It comes from th'ambassadors that was 2983bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
[He gives a letter.]
Reads the letter.
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these 2987fellows some means to the King; they have letters 2988for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very 2989warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too 2990slow of sail, we put on a compelled valor. In the grapple, I 2991boarded them. On the instant they got clear of our ship, so 2992I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me like 2993thieves of mercy, but they knew what they did. I am to do 2994a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have 2995sent, and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldest 2996fly death. I have words to speak in your ear will make thee 2997dumb, yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. 2998These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz 2999and Guildenstern hold their course for England. Of them 3000I have much to tell thee. Farewell. 3001He that thou knowest thine, 3002Hamlet.
Come, I will give you way for these your letters,
4.6.11.1Exit [with the sailors].
4.7.0.2Enter King and Laertes.
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
3012Laertes
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. 3039You must not think
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.
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Know you the hand?
3062King
'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
A Norman was't?
A Norman.
Upon my life, Lamound.
The very same.
I know him well. He is the brooch indeed
He made confession of you,
3104Laertes
Why out of this, my lord?
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
3108Laertes
Why ask you this?
Not that I think you did not love your father,
3116Laertes
To cut his throat i'th'church.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize.
3130Laertes
I will do't,
3138With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
3140King
Lets further think of this,
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
Drowned! Oh, where?
There is a willow grows aslant a brook
3176Laertes
Alas, then, is she drowned?
Drowned, drowned.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
4.7.160.1Exit.
3185King
Let's follow, Gertrude.
4.7.163.1Exeunt.
5.1.0.2Enter two Clowns [with spades and mattocks].
Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that 3191willfully seeks her own salvation?
I tell thee she is, and therefore make her grave 3193straight. The crowner hath sat on her, and finds it 3195Christian burial.
5.1.3Clown
How can that be, unless she drowned herself in 3196her own defense?
Why, 'tis found so.
It must be se offendendo , it cannot be else. For 3199here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it 3200argues an act, and an act hath three branches: it is an 3201act to do and to perform. Argal, she drowned herself 3202wittingly.
Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.
Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. 3205Here stands the man; good. If the man go to this 3206water and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; 3207mark you that? But if the water come to him and drown 3208him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not 3209guilty of his 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 gentlewoman, she should have been buried 3214out of Christian burial.
Why, there thou say'st, and the more pity that 3216great folk should have countenance in this world to 3217drown or hang themselves more than their 3218even-Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen 3219but gardeners, ditchers, and gravemakers. They hold up 3220Adam's profession.
Was he a gentleman?
He was the first that ever bore arms.
Why, he had none.
Why, 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.
What is he that builds stronger than either the 3231mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
The gallows-maker, for that frame outlives a 3233thousand tenants.
I like thy wit well, in good faith, the gallows 3235does well. But how does it well? It does well to those 3236that do ill. Now, thou dost ill to say the gallows is 3237built stronger than the church. Argal, the gallows 3238may do well to thee. To't again, come.
"Who builds stronger than a mason, a 3240shipwright, or a carpenter?"
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 not mend his pace with beating; and when 3248you are asked this question next, say "a grave-maker." The 3249houses that he makes lasts till doomsday. Go, get thee 3250to Youghan, fetch me a stoup of liquor.
3251Sings.
In youth when I did love, did love,
Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that 3257he sings at grave-making?
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 3268once. How the knave jowls it to th' ground, as if it 3269were Cain's jawbone, that did the first murder! It 3270might be the pate of a politician, which this ass 3271o'er-offices, one that could circumvent God, might it not?
It might, my lord.
Or of a courtier, which could say, "Good 3274morrow, sweet lord, how dost thou, good lord?" This 3275might be my Lord Such-a-one, that praised my Lord 3276Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it, might it not?
Ay, my lord.
Why, e'en so. And now my Lady Worm's, 3279chapless, and knocked about the mazard with a sexton's 3280spade. Here's fine revolution, if we had the trick to 3281see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but 3282to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think 3283on't.
Clown sings.
Song.
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? Where be his quiddits now? His 3291quillets? His cases? His tenures, and his tricks? Why 3292does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about 3293the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of 3294his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's 3295time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his 3296recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. 3297 Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his 3298recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his 3299vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and 3300double ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of 3301indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will 3302hardly lie in this box, and must the inheritor himself 3303have no 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 that seek out 3308assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow.--Whose grave's 3309this, sir?
Mine, sir.
I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not yours. 3315For my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say 'tis thine. 3317'Tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou 3318liest.
'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me 3320to 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, 3327she's dead.
How absolute the knave is! We must speak 3329by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the 3330Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it, 3331the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant 3332comes so near the heels of our courtier he galls his 3333kibe.--How long hast thou been grave-maker?
Of all the days i'th'year, I came to't that day 3335that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.
How long is that since?
Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. 3338It was the very day that young Hamlet was born--he 3339that was mad and sent into England.
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his 3342wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there.
Why?
'Twill not be seen in him. 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?
Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton 3352here, man and boy, thirty years.
How long will a man lie i'th'earth ere he rot?
I'faith, if he be not rotten before he die--as we have 3355many pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold 3356the laying in--he will last you some eight year, 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 3360he will keep out water a great while; and your water 3361is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. [He picks up a skull.]Here's a skull 3362now: this skull has lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.
Whose was it?
A whoreson mad fellow's it was. 3365Whose do you think it was?
Nay, I know not.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A poured a 3368flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, 3369sir, this same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the King's jester.
This?
E'en that.
Let me see. [He takes the skull.]Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, 3373Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He 3374hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and how 3375abhorred my imagination is! My gorge rises at it. Here 3376hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.-- 3377Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your 3378songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to 3379set the table on a roar? No one now to mock your own 3380jeering? Quite chopfall'n? Now get you to my lady's 3381chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this 3382favor she must come. Make her laugh at that. 3383Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
What's that, my lord?
Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this 3386fashion i'th'earth?
E'en so.
And smelt so? Puh!
E'en so, my lord.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio! 3391Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of 3392Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole?
'Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.
No, faith, not a jot. But to follow him thither 3395with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it, as thus: 3396Alexander died; Alexander was buried; Alexander 3397returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make 3398loam, and why of that loam whereto he was 3399converted might they not stop a beer-barrel?
5.1.101.13405Enter King, Queen, Laertes, and a coffin [of Ophelia, in funeral procession, with a Priest], 3406with Lords attendant.
5.1.106.1[Hamlet and Horatio conceal themselves. Ophelia's body is taken to the grave.]
What ceremony else?
That is Laertes, a very noble youth. Mark.
3414Laertes
What ceremony else?
Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
Must there no more be done?
3425Priest
No more be done.
3429Laertes
Lay her i'th'earth,
What, the fair Ophelia?
Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.
3439Laertes
Oh, terrible woe
What is he whose griefs
Thou pray'st not well.
5.1.145I prithee take thy fingers from my throat.
Pluck them asunder.
Hamlet, Hamlet!
Good my lord, be quiet.
5.1.151.1[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.
Come, show me what thou'lt do.
3482King
This is mere madness,
5.1.178.1Exit.
I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.
5.1.179.1[Exit Horatio.]
5.1.185.1Exeunt.
5.2.0.2Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
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
3511Horatio
That is most certain.
Up from my cabin,
3526Horatio
Is't possible?
Here's the commission. Read it at more leisure.
I beseech you.
Being thus benetted round with villains,
3539Horatio
Ay, good my lord.
An earnest conjuration from the King,
3550Horatio
How was this sealed?
Why, even in that was heaven ordinate.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
5.2.59Doth by their own insinuation grow.
3566Horatio
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. [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. He hath much land, and fertile. Let a beast 3592be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the King's 3593mess. 'Tis a chough, but, as I saw, spacious in the 3594possession of dirt.
Sweet lord, if your friendship were at leisure, 3596I should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put 3598your bonnet to his right use. 'Tis for the head.
I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.
No, believe me, 'tis very cold. The wind is 3601northerly.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my 3604complexion.
Exceedingly, my lord, it is very sultry, as 'twere--3606I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me 3607signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head. 3608Sir, this is the matter--
Nay, in good faith, for mine ease, in good faith. 3611Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at 3612his weapon.
What's his weapon?
Rapier and dagger.
That's two of his weapons--but well.
The King, sir, has waged with him six Barbary 3617horses, against the which he imponed, as I take it, six French 3618rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, 3619hangers, or so. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very 3620dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate 3621carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
What call you the carriages?
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
The phrase would be more germane to the 3625matter if we could carry cannon by our sides; I would 3626it might be "hangers" till then. But on. Six Barbary 3627horses against six French swords, their assigns, and three 3628liberal-conceited carriages: that's the French bet 3629against the Danish. Why is this "imponed," as you call it?
The King, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes 3631between you and him, he shall not exceed you three hits. 3632He hath one twelve for nine, and that would come to 3633immediate trial, if your lordship would vouchsafe the 3634answer.
How if I answer no?
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person 3637in trial.
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please 3639his majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me. Let 3640the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the 3641King hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; if 3642not, I'll gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
Shall I redeliver you e'en so?
To this effect, sir, after what flourish your 3645nature will.
I commend my duty to your lordship.
Yours, yours.
5.2.108.1[Exit Osric.]
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his 3650head.
He did comply with his dug before he 3652sucked it. Thus had he, and many more of the same bevy 3653that I know the drossy age dotes on, only got the tune of 3654the time and outward habit of encounter, a kind of 3655yeasty collection, which carries them through and through 3656the most fanned and winnowed opinions; and do but blow3657them to their trials, the bubbles are out.
You will lose this wager, my lord.
I do not think so. Since he went into France, 3660I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the 3661odds. But thou wouldest not think how all here 3662about my heart, but it is no matter.
Nay, good my lord--
It is but foolery, but it is such a kind of 3665gaingiving as would perhaps trouble a woman.
If your mind dislike anything, obey. I will 3667forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.
Not a whit, we defy augury. There's a special 3669providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not 3670to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it 3671be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all, since no man 3672has aught of what he leaves. What is't to leave 3673betimes?
5.2.117.13674Enter King, Queen, and Lords, with other 3675Attendants, with foils and gauntlets, a table, and 3676flagons of wine on it.
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.[The King puts Laertes's hand into Hamlet's.]
Give me your pardon, sir. I've done you wrong,
3697Laertes
I am satisfied in nature,
3706Hamlet
I do embrace it freely,
3709Laertes
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.
5.2.153.1[Foils are handed to Hamlet and Laertes.]
Cousin Hamlet, you know the wager.
Very well, my lord.
I do not fear it; 3720I have seen you both.
This is too heavy. 3723Let me see another.
5.2.159.1[He exchanges his foil for another.]
This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
5.2.160.1Prepare to play.
Ay, my good lord.
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
5.2.173.1[Trumpets the while.]
Come on, sir.
5.2.176.1They play. [Hamlet scores a hit.]
One.
No.
Judgment.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Well, again.
Stay. Give me drink. 3749Hamlet, this pearl is thine.
5.2.182.1[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.
3756Queen
He's fat and scant of breath.
5.2.188.1[The Queen takes a cup of wine to offer a toast to Hamlet.]
Good madam.
Gertrude, do not drink.
I will, my lord, 3762I pray you pardon me.[She drinks.]
[Aside] It is the poisoned cup. It is too late.
I dare not drink yet, madam; 3765by and by.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
[Aside to the King] My lord, I'll hit him now.
3768King
[Aside to Laertes] I do not think't.
And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
Come, for the third. 3771Laertes, you but dally.
Say you so? Come on.
5.2.201.1[They] play.
Nothing neither way.
Have at you now!
5.2.203.13777[Laertes wounds Hamlet with his unbated rapier.] In scuffling they change rapiers. [Hamlet and wounds Laertes.]
3778King
Part them! They are incensed.
Nay, come, again.[The Queen falls.]
3780Osric
Look to the Queen there, ho!
They bleed on both sides. [To Hamlet]How is't, my lord?
How is't, Laertes?
Why, as a woodcock 3784To mine springe, Osric;
How does the Queen?
3787King
She swoons to see them bleed.
No, no, the drink, the drink.
5.2.212.1[She dies.]
Oh, villainy! Ho! Let the door be locked.
5.2.214.1[Exit Osric. Laertes falls.]
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.
5.2.228.1King dies.
3811Laertes
He is justly served.
5.2.232.1 Dies.
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
3825Horatio
Never believe it.
5.2.243.1[He attempts to drink from the poisoned cup, but is prevented by Hamlet.]
3828Hamlet
As th'art a man,
3837What warlike noise is this?
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
Oh, I die, Horatio.
5.2.260Oh, oh, oh, oh!
5.2.260.1Dies.
Now crack a noble heart! 3849Good night, sweet prince,
5.2.262.1[March within.]
Where is this sight?
3855Horatio
What is it ye would see?
His quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,
3861Ambassador
The sight is dismal,
3867Horatio
Not from his mouth,
3882Fortinbras
Let us haste to hear it,
Of that I shall have always cause to speak,
3895Fortinbras
Let four captains