And can you by no drift of circumstance

3.1.21649Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

3.1.31650Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

3.1.41651With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

He does confess he feels himself distracted,

3.1.61653But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

3.1.81655But with a crafty madness keeps aloof

3.1.91656When we would bring him on to some confession

3.1.101657Of his true state.

Did he receive you well?

Most like a gentleman.

But with much forcing of his disposition.

Niggard of question, but of our demands

3.1.151662Most free in his reply.

Did you assay him to any pastime?

Madam, it so fell out that certain players

3.1.181665We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,

3.1.191666And there did seem in him a kind of joy

3.1.201667To hear of it. They are about the court,

3.1.211668And, as I think, they have already order

3.1.221669This night to play before him.

This night to play before him. 'Tis most true,

3.1.231671And he beseeched me to entreat your majesties

3.1.241672To hear and see the matter.

With all my heart, and it doth much content me

3.1.261674To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen,

3.1.271675Give him a further edge, and drive his purpose on

3.1.281676To these delights.

We shall, my lord.

We shall, my lord. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,

3.1.301679For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,

3.1.311680That he, as 'twere by accident, may there

3.1.321681Affront Ophelia. Her father and myself, lawful espials,

3.1.331682Will so bestow our selves that, seeing unseen,

3.1.341683We may of their encounter frankly judge,

3.1.351684And gather by him, as he is behaved,

3.1.361685If't be th'affliction of his love or no

3.1.371686That thus he suffers for.

That thus he suffers for. I shall obey you.

3.1.381688And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

3.1.391689That your good beauties be the happy cause

3.1.401690Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues

3.1.411691Will bring him to his wonted way again,

3.1.421692To both your honors.

To both your honors. Madam, I wish it may.

Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious, so please ye,

3.1.441695We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia] Read on this book,

3.1.451696That show of such an exercise may color

3.1.461697Your loneliness. We are oft too blame in this,

3.1.471698 'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage

3.1.481699And pious action we do sugar o'er

3.1.491700The devil himself.

The devil himself. [Aside] Oh, 'tis true!

3.1.501702How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!

3.1.511703The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,

3.1.521704Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it

3.1.531705Than is my deed to my most painted word.

3.1.541706Oh, heavy burden!

I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.

To be, or not to be, that is the question,

3.1.571711Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

3.1.581712The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

3.1.591713Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

3.1.601714And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

3.1.611715No more--and by a sleep to say we end

3.1.621716The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

3.1.631717That flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation

3.1.641718Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;

3.1.651719To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,

3.1.661720For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

3.1.671721When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

3.1.681722Must give us pause. There's the respect

3.1.691723That makes calamity of so long life.

3.1.701724For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

3.1.711725The oppressor's wrong, the poor man's contumely,

3.1.721726The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,

3.1.731727The insolence of office, and the spurns

3.1.741728That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

3.1.751729When he himself might his quietus make

3.1.761730With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear

3.1.771731To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

3.1.781732But that the dread of something after death,

3.1.791733The undiscovered country from whose bourn

3.1.801734No traveler returns, puzzles the will,

3.1.811735And makes us rather bear those ills we have

3.1.821736Than fly to others that we know not of.

3.1.831737Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

3.1.841738And thus the native hue of resolution

3.1.851739Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

3.1.861740And enterprises of great pith and moment

3.1.871741With this regard their currents turn away

3.1.881742And lose the name of action. Soft you now,

3.1.891743The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons

3.1.901744Be all my sins remembered.

Be all my sins remembered. Good my lord,

3.1.911746How does your honor for this many a day?

I humbly thank you, well, well, well.

My lord, I have remembrances of yours

3.1.941749That I have longèd long to redeliver.

3.1.951750I pray you now receive them.

No, no, I never gave you aught.

My honored lord, I know right well you did,

3.1.981753And with them words of so sweet breath composed

3.1.991754As made the things more rich. Then, perfume left,

3.1.1001755Take these again, for to the noble mind

3.1.1011756Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind,

3.1.1021757There, my lord. "[She offers Hamlet the remembrances.]

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.

Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

3.1.1211807The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,

3.1.1221808Th'expectancy and rose of the fair state,

3.1.1231809The glass of fashion and the mold of form,

3.1.1241810Th'observed of all observers, quite, quite down.

3.1.1251811And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,

3.1.1261812That sucked the honey of his music vows,

3.1.1271813Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,

3.1.1281814Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune, and harsh,

3.1.1291815That unmatched form and feature of blown youth

3.1.1301816Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me

3.1.1311817T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Love? His affections do not that way tend,

3.1.1331820Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,

3.1.1341821Was not like madness. There's something in his soul

3.1.1351822O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,

3.1.1361823And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose

3.1.1371824Will be some danger; which to prevent,

3.1.1381825I have in quick determination

3.1.1391826Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England

3.1.1401827For the demand of our neglected tribute.

3.1.1411828Haply the seas, and countries different,

3.1.1421829With variable objects, shall expel

3.1.1431830This something-settled matter in his heart,

3.1.1441831Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

3.1.1451832From fashion of himself. What think you on't?

It shall do well. But yet do I believe

3.1.1471834The origin and commencement of this grief

3.1.1481835Sprung from neglected love.--How now, Ophelia?

3.1.1491836You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,

3.1.1501837We heard it all.--My lord, do as you please,

3.1.1511838But if you hold it fit, after the play

3.1.1521839Let his queen-mother all alone entreat him

3.1.1531840To show his griefs. Let her be round with him,

3.1.1541841And I'll be placed so, please you, in the ear

3.1.1551842Of all their conference. If she find him not,

3.1.1561843To England send him, or confine him where

3.1.1571844Your wisdom best shall think.

Your wisdom best shall think. 1845King It shall be so.

3.1.1581846Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.