23751490Cor. Madame, I heare yong Hamlet comming,

23791491I'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras. exit Cor.

2379.11492Queene Do so my Lord.

23811493Ham. Mother, mother, O are you here?

23851494How i'st with you mother?

24971495Queene How i'st with you?

2497.11496Ham, I'le tell you, but first weele make all safe.

23861497Queene Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

23871498Ham. Mother, you haue my father much offended.

23901499Queene How now boy?

1500Ham. How now mother! come here, sit downe, for you

23961501shall heare me speake.

24011502Queene What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murder me:

24021503Helpe hoe.

24031504Cor. Helpe for the Queene.

24041505Ham. I a Rat, dead for a Duckat.

24131506Rash intruding foole, farewell,

24141507I tooke thee for thy better.

24061508Queene Hamlet, what hast thou done?

24091509Ham. Not so much harme, good mother,

24101510As to kill a king, and marry with his brother.

24111511Queene How! kill a king!

24121512Ham. I a King: nay sit you downe, and ere you part,

24181513If you be made of penitrable stuffe,

24171514I'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart,

24661515And see how horride there and blacke it shews.

2466.11516Queene Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing (words?

24371517Ham. Why this I meane, see here, behold this picture,

2437.11518It is the portraiture, of your deceased husband,

24411519See here a face, to outface Mars himselfe,

1520An eye, at which his foes did tremble at,

24401521A front wherin all vertues are set downe

2440.11522For to adorne a king, and guild his crowne,

7361523Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow,

G2 He

7371524He made to you in marriage, and he is dead.

24471525Murdred, damnably murdred, this was your husband,

1526Looke you now, here is your husband,

2447.11527With a face like Vulcan.

2447.21528A looke fit for a murder and a rape,

2447.31529A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eie,

2447.41530To affright children and amaze the world:

24501531And this same haue you left to change with this.

24551532What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde?

24491533A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him

2449.11534That slew my father, and your deere husband,

24681535To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed?

24641536Queene O Hamlet, speake no more.

2464.11537Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde,

24831538For a king of clowts, of very shreads.

24741539Queene Sweete Hamlet cease.

1540Ham. Nay but still to persist and dwell in sinne,

24691541To sweate vnder the yoke of infamie,

2469.11542To make increase of shame, to seale damnation.

24811543Queene Hamlet, no more.

24531544Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine,

2453.11545Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came,

24591546Who'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart,

24581547When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast?

25391548Queene Hamlet, thou cleaues my heart in twaine.

25411549Ham. O throw away the worser part of it, and keepe the

25421550better.

24841552Saue me, saue me, you gratious

1553Powers aboue, and houer ouer mee,

1554With your celestiall wings.

24871555Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,

24881556That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by?

25081557O do not glare with lookes so pittifull!

25091558Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion,

25101559And euery part that should assist reuenge,

1560Forgoe their proper powers, and fall to pitty.

24901561Ghost Hamlet, I once againe appeare to thee,

24911562To put thee in remembrance of my death:

2491.11563Doe not neglect, nor long time put it off.

2491.21564But I perceiue by thy distracted lookes,

24921565Thy mother's fearefull, and she stands amazde:

24941566Speake to her Hamlet, for her sex is weake,

24931567Comfort thy mother, Hamlet, thinke on me.

24961568Ham. How i'st with you Lady?

1569Queene Nay, how i'st with you

24981570That thus you bend your eyes on vacancie,

24991571And holde discourse with nothing but with ayre?

25151572Ham. Why doe you nothing heare?

25161573Queene Not I.

25131574Ham. Nor doe you nothing see?

25141575Queene No neither.

25171576Ham. No, why see the king my father, my father, in the (habite

25061577As he liued, looke you how pale he lookes,

25191578See how he steales away out of the Portall,

1579Looke, there he goes. exit ghost.

25201580Queene Alas, it is the weakenesse of thy braine,

2520.11581Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe:

2520.21582But as I haue a soule, I sweare by heauen,

2520.31583I neuer knew of this most horride murder:

25211584But Hamlet, this is onely fantasie,

2521.11585And for my loue forget these idle fits.

25221586Ham. Idle, no mother, my pulse doth beate like yours,

25241587It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet.

7081588O mother, if euer you did my deare father loue,

25431589Forbeare the adulterous bed to night,

25451590And win your selfe by little as you may,

2545.11591In time it may be you wil lothe him quite:

2545.21592And mother, but assist mee in reuenge,

2545.31593And in his death your infamy shall die.

25731594Queene Hamlet, I vow by that maiesty,

G3 That

2573.11595That knowes our thoughts, and lookes into our hearts,

25741596I will conceale, consent, and doe my best,

2574.11597What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise.

25841598Ham. It is enough, mother good night:

25811599Come sir, I'le prouide for you a graue,

25821600Who was in life a foolish prating knaue.

25921603King Now Gertred, what sayes our sonne, how doe you

1604finde him?

25931605Queene Alas my lord, as raging as the sea:

2593.11606Whenas he came, I first bespake him faire,

2593.21607But then he throwes and tosses me about,

23921608As one forgetting that I was his mother:

2392.11609At last I call'd for help: and as I cried, Corambis

25961610Call'd, which Hamlet no sooner heard, but whips me

1611Out his rapier, and cries, a Rat, a Rat, and in his rage

25971612The good olde man he killes.

26001613King Why this his madnesse will vndoe our state.

26241614Lordes goe to him, inquire the body out.

2624.11615Gil. We will my Lord. Exeunt Lordes.

2624.21616King Gertred, your sonne shall presently to England,

26171617His shipping is already furnished,

2617.11618And we haue sent by Rossencraft and Gilderstone,

2617.21619Our letters to our deare brother of England,

2617.31620For Hamlets welfare and his happinesse:

18281621Happly the aire and climate of the Country

1828.11622May please him better than his natiue home:

1828.21623See where he comes.

26741625Gil. My lord, we can by no meanes

1626Know of him where the body is.

26821627King Now sonne Hamlet, where is this dead body?

26831628Ham. At supper, not where he is eating, but

26851629Where he is eaten, a certaine company of politicke wormes

26861630are euen now at him.

26881631Father, your fatte King, and your leane Beggar

26891632Are but variable seruices, two dishes to one messe:

2690.21633Looke you, a man may fish with that worme

1634That hath eaten of a King,

2690.31635And a Beggar eate that fish,

1636Which that worme hath caught.

26911637King What of this?

26921638Ham. Nothing father, but to tell you, how a King

1639May go a progresse through the guttes of a Beggar.

26941640King But sonne Hamlet, where is this body?

26951641Ham. In heau'n, if you chance to misse him there,

26961642Father, you had best looke in the other partes below

26971643For him, aud if you cannot finde him there,

1644You may chance to nose him as you go vp the lobby.

26991645King Make haste and finde him out.

2699.11646Ham. Nay doe you heare? do not make too much haste,

27001647I'le warrant you hee'le stay till you come.

27011648King Well sonne Hamlet, we in care of you: but specially

1649in tender preseruation of your health,

2701.11650The which we price euen as our proper selfe,

27031651It is our minde you forthwith goe for England,

27051652The winde sits faire, you shall aboorde to night,

27061653Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall goe along with you.

27131654Ham. O with all my heart: farewel mother.

27141655King Your louing father, Hamlet.

27151656Ham. My mother I say: you married my mother,

27161657My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh,

1658And so (my mother) farewel: for England hoe.

2717.11660king Gertred, leaue me,

2717.21661And take your leaue of Hamlet,

2717.31662To England is he gone, ne're to returne:

27291663Our Letters are vnto the King of England,

27271664That on the sight of them, on his allegeance,

2727.11665He presently without demaunding why,

27301666That Hamlet loose his head, for he must die,

2730.11667There's more in him than shallow eyes can see:

2730.21668He once being dead, why then our state is free. exit.