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The Tragical History of HAMLET Prince of Denmark.
Stand! Who is that?
'Tis I.
Oh, you come most carefully upon your watch.
An if you meet Marcellus and Horatio,
I will. See who goes there.
Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Barnardo hath my place. Give you good night.
Holla, Barnardo!
Say, is Horatio there?
A piece of him.
Welcome, Horatio, welcome, good Marcellus.
What, hath this thing appeared again tonight?
I have seen nothing.
Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
Tut, 'twill not appear.
Sit down, I pray, and let us once again
Well, sit we down, and let us hear Barnardo 31speak of this.
Break off your talk. See 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?
Most like. It horrors me with fear and wonder.
It would be spoke to.
Question it, Horatio.
What art thou that thus usurps the state in
It is offended.
1.41.1Exit Ghost.
See, it stalks away.
Stay, speak, speak! By heaven, I charge thee 50speak!
'Tis gone and makes no answer.
How now, Horatio, you tremble and look pale.
Afore my God, I might not this believe without the sensible and true avouch of my own eyes.
Is it not like the King?
As thou art to thyself.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
In what particular to work, I know not,
Good, now sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Marry, that can I, at least the whisper goes so:
'Tis here.
'Tis here.
'Tis gone. Oh, we do it wrong, being so majestical,
It was about to speak when the cock crew.
And then it faded 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
1.134.1[Exeunt.]
2.0.2176145Enter King, Queen, Hamlet, Laertes, Corambis, 178146and the two Ambassadors, with Attendants.
Lords, we here have writ to Fortenbrasse,
In this and all things will we show our duty.
We doubt nothing. Heartily farewell.
2.12.1[Exeunt Cornelia and Voltemar.]
My gracious lord, your favorable license,
Have you your father's leave, Laertes?
He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced grant,
With all our heart, Laertes, fare thee well.
I in all love and duty take my leave.
2.25.1Exit.
And now, princely son Hamlet,
My lord, 'tis not the sable suit I wear,
This shows a loving care in you, son Hamlet,
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
Spoke like a kind and a most loving son;
Oh, that this too much grieved and sallied flesh
Health to your lordship!
I am very glad to see you, Horatio, or I much
The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
O my good friend, I change that name with you.
My good lord.
I am very glad to see you. Good even, sirs.
A truant disposition, my good lord.
Nor shall you make me truster
My good lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Oh, I prithee do not mock me, fellow student,
Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funeral baked meats
Where, my lord?
Why, in my mind's eye, Horatio.
I saw him once, he was a gallant 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.
Ha, ha, the King my father, kee you?
Ceasen your admiration for a while
For God's love, let me hear it.
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true,
Where was this?
My lord, upon the platform where we watched.
Did you not speak to it?
My lord, we did, but answer made it none.
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
We do, my lord.
Armed, say ye?
Armed, my good lord.
From top to toe?
My good lord, from head to foot.
Why then saw you not his face?
Oh, yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
How 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 'a' much amazed you.
Yea, very like, very like. Stayed it long?
While one with moderate pace
Oh, longer, longer.
His beard was grizzled, no?
It was as I have seen it in his life,
I will watch tonight. Perchance 'twill walk again.
I warrant it will.
If it assume my noble father's person,
Our duties to your honor.
2.182.1Exeunt [all but Hamlet].
Oh, your loves, your loves, as mine to you.
2.188.1Exit.
My necessaries are inbarked. I must aboard,
Brother, to this I have lent attentive ear,
No, fear it not, my dear Ofelia.
Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
I humbly take my leave.--Farewell, Ofelia,
you.
3.43.1Exit.
It is already locked within my heart,
What is't, Ofelia, he hath said to you?
Something touching the prince Hamlet.
Marry, well thought on. 'Tis given me to understand
Tenders? Ay, ay, tenders you may call them.
And withal such earnest vows--
Springes to catch woodcocks.
I shall obey, my lord, in all I may.
Ofelia, receive none of his letters,
I will, my lord.
3.69.1Exeunt.
4.0.1[Scene 4]
The air bites shrewd; it is an eager and
I think it lacks of twelve.
4.3.1Sound Trumpets.
No, 'tis struck.
Indeed, I heard it not. What doth this mean, my lord?
Oh, the King doth wake tonight, and takes his rouse,
Is it a custom here?
Ay, marry, is't, and, though I am
Look, my lord, it comes!
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
It beckons you, as though it had something
Look with what courteous action
No, by no means, my lord.
It will not speak. Then will I follow it.
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Still am I called.--Go on, I'll follow thee.
My lord, you shall not go.
Why, what should be the fear?
My lord, be ruled, you shall not go.
My fate cries out, and makes each petty artery
4.60.1 [Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.]
He waxeth desperate with imagination.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Have after. To what issue will this sort?
Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him.
4.64.1Exit [with Horatio].
I'll go no farther. Whither wilt thou lead me?
Mark me.
I will.
I am thy father's spirit, doomed for a time
Alas, poor ghost!
Nay, pity me not, but to my unfolding
O God!
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
Murder!
Yea, murder in the highest degree,
Haste me to know it, that with wings as swift as
Oh, I find thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be
Oh, my prophetic soul, my uncle! My uncle!
Yea, he, that incestuous wretch, won to his will with gifts--
O God!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.
5.72.1Exit
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
5.87.1Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
My lord, my lord!
Lord Hamlet!
Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho!
Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come!
Heavens secure him!
How is't, my noble lord?
What news, my lord?
Oh, wonderful, wonderful.
Good my lord, tell it.
No not I, you'll reveal it.
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Nor I, my lord.
How say you then? Would heart of man
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark
Right, you are in the right, and therefore
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
I am sorry they offend you; heartily, yes, faith, heartily.
There's no offense, my lord.
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
What is't, my lord?
Never make known what you have seen tonight
My lord, we will not.
Nay, but swear.
In faith, my lord, not I.
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Nay, upon my sword, indeed upon my sword.
Swear.
Ha, ha, come you here, this fellow in the cellerage,
Propose the oath, my lord.
Never to speak what you have seen tonight,
Swear.
Hic et ubique? Nay then, we'll shift our ground.
Swear.
Well said, old mole. Canst work in the earth?
Day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
Swear.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,
5.170.1Exeunt.
Montano, here, these letters to my son,
I will, my lord.
You shall do very well, Montano, to say thus:
My lord, that will impeach his reputation.
I'faith, not a whit, no, not a whit.
He closeth with him in the consequence.
Ay, you say right, he closeth with him thus,
I have, my lord.
Well, fare you well. Commend me to him.
I will, my lord.
And bid him ply his music.
My lord, I will.
6.31.1Exit.
Farewell.--How now, Ofelia, what's the news with you?
O my dear father, such a change in nature,
Why, what's the matter, my Ofelia?
Oh, young Prince Hamlet, the only flower of Denmark,
Mad for thy love.
I did repel his letters, deny his gifts,
Why, that hath made him mad.
6.66.1Exeunt
Right noble friends, that our dear cousin Hamlet
My lord, whatsoever lies within our power
What we may do for both your majesties
Thanks, Gilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft.
Thanks, Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone.
My lord, the ambassadors are joyfully
Thou still hast been the father of good news.
Have I, my lord? I assure your grace,
[To the King] God grant he hath!
Now, Voltemar, what from our brother Norway?
Most fair returns of greetings and desires.
7.51.1[The King is handed a document.]
It likes us well, and at fit time and leisure
7.56.1Exeunt Ambassadors.
This business is very well dispatched.
Good my lord, be brief.
Madam I will. My lord, I have a daughter,
Read it, my lord.
Mark, my lord.
7.71.1[He reads the letter.]
As of a true friend and a most loving subject.
I would be glad to prove so.
[To the Queen] Think you 'tis so?
How? So, my lord, I would very fain know
How should we try this same?
Marry, my good lord, thus:
See where he comes, poring upon a book.
Madam, will it please your grace
With all my heart.
7.114.1Exit.
And here Ofelia, read you on this book,
7.116.1[The King and Corambis conceal themselves.]
To be, or not to be, ay, there's the point,
My lord, I have sought opportunity, which now 1748860I have, to redeliver to your worthy hands a small 861remembrance, such tokens which I have received of you.
Are you fair?
My lord?
Are you honest?
What means my lord?
That if you be fair and honest, 867your beauty should admit no discourse to your honesty.
Yea, marry, may it; for beauty may [sooner] transform
My lord, you know right will you did,
I never loved you.
You made me believe you did.
Oh, thou shouldst not ha' believed me!
Oh, heavens secure him!
Where's thy father?
At home, my lord.
For God's sake, let the doors be shut on him,
Help him, good God!
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee
Alas, what change is this?
But if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,
Pray God restore him!
Nay, I have heard of your paintings, too.
7.196.1Exit.
Great God of heaven, what a quick change is this?
7.200.1Exit.
7.200.2Enter King and Corambis [coming forward from concealment].
Love? No, no, that's not the cause.
Well, something it is. My lord, content you awhile.
7.209.1Exit King.
7.209.2Enter Hamlet.
Yea, very well, y'are a fishmonger.
Not I, my lord.
Then, sir, I would you were so honest a man.
What do you read, my lord?
Words, words.
What's the matter, my lord?
Between who?
I mean the matter you read, my lord.
Marry, most vile heresy:
[Aside] How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit!
Into my grave.
By the mass, that's out of the air, indeed,
You can take nothing from me, sir,
[To Gilderstone and Rossencraft] You seek Prince Hamlet. See, there he is.
7.241.1Exit.
Health to your lordship!
What, Gilderstone, and Rossencraft!
We thank your grace, and would be very glad
I thank you, but is this vistitation free of
[Aside to Rossencraft.] What say you?
[Aside] Nay, then, I see how the wind sits.
My lord, we were, and willingly, if we might,
Why, I want preferment.
I think not so, my lord.
Yes, faith, this great world you see contents me not,
My lord, we laugh not at that.
Why did you laugh, then,
My lord, we laughed, when you said man did not 989content you.
Players? What players be they?
My lord, the tragedians of the city,
How comes it that they travel? Do they grow resty?
No, my lord, their reputation holds as it was wont.
How then?
I'faith, my lord, novelty carries it away.
I do not greatly wonder of it,
7.289.2Enter Corambis.
That may be, for they say an old man
I'll prophesy to you he comes to tell me o'the players.--
My lord, I have news to tell you.
My lord, I have news to tell you:
The actors are come hither, my lord.
Buzz, buzz.
The best actors in Christendom,
O Jephthah, judge of Israel! What a treasure hadst thou?
Why, what a treasure had he, my lord?
Why one fair daughter, and no more,
[Aside] Ah, still harping o'my daughter!'--Well, my lord,
Nay that follows not.
What follows, then, my lord?
Why, by lot, or God wot, or as it came to pass,
Enter Players.
What speech, my good lord?
I heard thee speak a speech once,
Afore God, my lord, well spoke, and with good accent.
Anon he finds him striking too short at Greeks.
Enough, my friend. 'tis too long.
It shall to the barber's with your beard.
But who, oh, who had seen the moblèd queen--
Moblèd queen is good, 'faith, very good.
All in the alarum and fear of death rose up,
Look, my Lord, if he hath not changed his color,
'Tis well, 'tis very well. [To Corambis] I pray, my lord,
My lord, I will use them according to their deserts.
Oh, far better, man. Use every man after his deserts,
[To the Players] Welcome, my good fellows.
7.395.1Exit.
[As the Players are about to follow Corambis] Come hither, masters. Can you not play "The 15781121Murder of Gonzago"?
Yes, my lord.
And couldst not thou for a need study me
Yes, very easily, my good lord.
'Tis well. I thank you. Follow that lord.
Our love and duty is at your command.
Why, what a dunghill idiot slave am I!
7.438.1Exit.
Lords, can you by no means find
My lord, we have done all the best we could
Yet was he something more inclined to mirth
With all our heart; it likes us very well.
In all we can, be sure you shall command.
Thanks, gentlemen, and what the Queen of Denmark
We'll once again unto the noble prince.
Thanks to you both.
8.21.1[Exeunt Rossencraft and Gilderstone.]
Gertred, you'll see this play?
My lord, I will, and it joys me at the soul
Madam, I pray be ruled by me,
What is't, Corambis?
Marry, my good lord, this: soon, when the sports are done,
It likes us well. Gertred, what say you?
With all my heart. Soon will I send for him.
Myself will be that happy messenger,
8.40.1Exeunt omnes.
Pronounce me this speech trippingly o'the tongue 1207as I taught thee.
The better, the better. Mend it altogether.
I warrant you, my lord.
And do you hear? Let not your Clown speak
We will, my lord.
Well, go make you ready.
9.44Exeunt Players.
9.45.1[Enter Horatio.]
Here, my lord.
Horatio, thou art even as just a man
Oh, my lord!
Nay, why should I flatter thee?
My lord, mine eyes shall still be on his face,
Hark, they come.
How now, son Hamlet, how fare you? Shall we have a play?
That I did, my lord, and I was counted a good actor.
What did you enact there?
My lord, I did act Julius Caesar. I was killed 1282in the Capitol. Brutus killed me.
It was a brute part of him
Hamlet, come sit down by me.
No, by my faith, mother, here's a mettle more attractive.
No, my lord.
Upon your lap. What, do you think I meant contrary matters?
9.83.119901292Enter, in a dumb-show, the King and the Queen. He sits 19931293down in an arbor. She leaves him. Then enters 19961294Lucianus with poison in a vial, and pours it in his ears, and 1295goes away. Then the Queen cometh and finds him 19971296dead, and goes away with the other.
What means this, my lord?
9.84.1Enter the Prologue.
This is miching Mallico. That means mischief.
What doth this mean, my lord?
You shall hear anon. This fellow will tell you all.
Will he tell us what this show means?
Ay, or any show you'll show him.
For us, and for our tragedy,
9.94.1[Exit.]
Is't a prologue, or a poesie for a ring?
'Tis short, my lord.
As women's love.
Full forty years are past--their date is gone--
Oh, say not so, lest that you kill my heart!
Content thyself. When ended is my date,
Oh, speak no more, for then I am accurst!
Oh, wormwood, wormwood!
I do believe you, sweet, what now you speak,
Both here and there pursue me lasting strife,
If she should break now!
'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile.
Sleep rock thy brain,
9.129.1Exit Lady.
Madam, how do you like this play?
The lady protests too much.
Oh, but she'll keep her word.
No offense in the world. Poison in jest, poison in jest.
What do you call the name of the play?
Mousetrap. Marry, how? Trapically. This play is
Y'are as good as a chorus, my lord.
Y'are very pleasant, my lord.
Who, I? Your only jig-maker. Why, what should 19791363a man do but be merry? For look how cheerfully my 19801364mother looks; my father died within these two hours.
Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
Two months? Nay, then, let the devil wear black,
Your jests are keen, my lord.
It would cost you a groaning to take them off.
Still better and worse.
So you must take your husband, begin. Murdered!
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,
9.167.2Exit.
He poisons him for his estate.
Lights! I will to bed.
The King rises. Lights, ho!
What, frighted with false fires?
The King is moved, my lord.
Ay, Horatio, I'll take the Ghost's word
Now, my lord, how is't with you?
An if the King like not the tragedy,
We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant.
My lord, your mother craves to speak with you.
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother.
But, my good lord, shall I entreat thus much?
[Offering Rossencraft a recorder] I pray, will you play upon this pipe?
Alas, my lord, I cannot.
[To Gilderstone] Pray, will you?
I have no skill, my lord.
Why look, it is a thing of nothing.
But this cannot we do, my lord.
Pray now, pray, heartily, I beseech you.
My lord, we cannot.
Why, how unworthy a thing would you make of me!
How, a sponge, my lord?
Ay, sir, a sponge, that soaks up the King's
Well, my lord, we'll take our leave.
Farewell, farewell. God bless you.
My lord, the Queen would speak with you.
Do you see yonder cloud in the shape of a camel?
'Tis like a camel, indeed.
Now me thinks it's like a weasel.
'Tis backed like a weasel.
Or like a whale.
Very like a whale.
9.225.1Exit Corambis.
Why then, tell my mother I'll come by and by.
Good night unto your lordship.
9.228.1Exit Horatio.
My mother! She hath sent to speak with me.
9.234.1Exit.
Oh, that this wet that falls upon my face
10.13.2Enters Hamlet.
[Drawing his sword.] Ay so. Come forth and work thy last.
10.22.1[He sheathes his sword.]
10.29.1Exit Hamlet.
My words fly up, my sins remain below.
10.31.1Exit King.
Madam, I hear young Hamlet coming.
11.2.1Exit Cor[ambis].
Do so, my lord.
[Offstage] Mother, mother!
Oh, are you here?
How is't with you?
I'll tell you, but first we'll make all safe.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
How now, boy?
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
[Behind the arras] Help for the Queen!
Ay, a rat! Dead, for a ducat!
11.15.1[He stabs through the arras. Corambis falls, and is discovered, slain.]
Hamlet, what hast thou done?
Not so much harm, good mother,
How! Kill a king!
Ay, a king. Nay, sit you down, and, ere you part,
Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing words?
Why, this I mean.
11.27.1[Showing her two likenesses]
See here, behold this picture.
Oh, Hamlet, speak no more!
To leave him that bare a monarch's mind
Sweet Hamlet, cease!
Nay, but still to persist and dwell in sin,
Hamlet, no more.
Why, appetite with you is in the wane;
Hamlet, thou cleaves my heart in twain.
Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
Hamlet, I once again appear to thee
How is't with you, lady?
Nay, how is't with you
Why, do you nothing hear?
Not I.
Nor do you nothing see?
No, neither.
No? Why, see the King my father, my father, in the habit
11.88.1Exit Ghost.
Alas, it is the weakness of thy brain,
Idle? No, mother, my pulse doth beat like yours.
Hamlet, I vow, by that Majesty
It is enough. Mother, good night.--
Now Gertred, what says our son? How do you 1604find him?
Alas, my lord, as raging as the sea.
Why, this his madness will undo our state.
We will, my lord.
11.121.1Exeunt Lords.
Gertred, your son shall presently to England.
My lord, we can by no means
Now, son Hamlet, where is this dead body?
At supper, not where he is eating, but
What of this?
Nothing, father, but to tell you, how a king
But son Hamlet, where is this body?
In heav'n. If you chance to miss him there,
[To a Lord] Make haste and find him out.
11.149.1[Exit a Lord.]
[To the Lord, as he exits] Nay, do you hear? Do not make too much haste.
Well, son Hamlet, we, in care of you, but specially
Oh, with all my heart. Farewell, mother.
Your loving father, Hamlet.
My mother, I say. You married my mother,
Gertred, leave me,
11.164.1[Exit Queen.]
11.171.1Exit.
Captain, from us go greet
Hamlet is shipped for England. Fare him well.
God grant it may. Heav'ns keep my Hamlet safe!
Alas, dear heart! And on the other side
Oh, see where the young Ofelia is!
[Sings]
How should I your true love know
he is dead and gone.
How is't with you, sweet Ofelia?
Well, God yield you.
And will he not come again?
13.40.1Exit Ofelia.
A pretty wretch! This is a change indeed.
[To his followers, who are offstage] Stay there until I come.--
Dead.
Who hath murdered him? Speak. I'll not
True, but not by him.
By whom? By heav'n, I'll be resolved.
13.53.1 [The Queen attempts to restrain him.]
Let him go, Gertred. Away! I fear him not.
To his good friends thus wide I'll ope mine arms
Why, now you speak like a most loving son.
Who's this, Ofelia? O my dear sister!
Well, God-a-mercy. I ha' been gathering of flowers.
A document in madness. Thoughts, remembrance!
There is fennel for you. I would ha' giv'n you
13.87.1[She sings]
Thoughts and afflictions, torments worse than hell!
Nay, love, I pray you make no words of this now.
13.94.1[She sings]
And donned his clothes,
[She sings]
13.113.1Exit Ofelia.
Grief upon grief! My father murdered,
Content you, good Laertes, for a time,
You have prevailed, my lord. Awhile I'll strive
No more of that. Ere many days be done,
Madam, your son is safe arrived in Denmark.
Then I perceive there's treason in his looks
Yes, madam, and he hath appointed me
Oh, fail not, good Horatio, and withal commend me
Madam, never make doubt of that.
But what become of Gilderstone and Rossencraft?
He being set ashore, they went for England,
Thanks be to heaven for blessing of the Prince!
Madam, adieu.
14.36.1[Exeunt.]
Hamlet from England! Is it possible?
Oh, he is welcome, by my soul he is!
Laertes, content yourself. Be ruled by me,
My will, not all the world.
Nay, but Laertes, mark the plot I have laid:
And how for this?
Marry, Laertes, thus: I'll lay a wager,
My lord, I like it well.
I'll warrant you, we'll put on you
'Tis excellent. Oh, would the time were come!
15.38.1Enter the Queen.
How now, Gertred, why look you heavily?
O my lord, the young Ofelia,
So, she is drowned.
15.55.1Exeunt.
I say no, she ought not to be buried
Why, sir?
Marry, because she's drowned.
But she did not drown herself.
No, that's certain, the water drowned her.
Yea, but it was against her will.
No, I deny that, for look you, sir, I stand here.
Ay, but see, she hath Christian burial,
Marry, more's the pity that great folk
Why, a mason, for he builds all of stone,
That's pretty. To't again, to't again.
Why, then, a carpenter, for he builds the gallows,
Pretty again. The gallows doth well. Marry, how 32351928does it well? The gallows does well to them that do ill. 1929Go get thee gone.
16.29.1[Exit Second Clown.]
[He sings.]
A pick-ax and a spade,
16.32.1He throws up a shovel.
Hath this fellow any feeling of himself,
My lord, custom hath made it in him seem nothing.
A pick-ax and a spade, a spade,
16.41.1[He throws up skull.]
Look you, there's another, Horatio.
Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too.
I'faith, they prove themselves sheep and calves
16.57There's another. Why may not that be Such-a-one's
Mine, sir.
But who must lie in it?
If I should say I should, I should lie in my throat, sir.
What man must be buried here?
No man, sir.
What woman?
No woman neither, sir, but indeed
An excellent fellow, by the Lord, Horatio.
I'faith, sir, if he be not rotten before
And why a tanner?
Why, his hide is so tanned with his trade
16.82.1[He picks up a skull.]
Ay, marry, how came he mad?
I'faith, very strangely: by losing of his wits.
Upon what ground?
O' this ground, in Denmark.
Where is he now?
Why, now they sent him to England.
To England! Wherefore?
Why, they say he shall have his wits there.
Why not there?
Why, there, they say, the men are as mad as he.
Whose skull was this?
This? A plague on him, a mad rogue's it was.
Was this? I prithee let me see it. [He takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick!
16.10533732009A fellow of infinite mirth. He hath carried me twenty times 33742010upon his back. Here hung those lips that I have kissed a 33752011hundred times, and to see, now they abhor me.--Where's 33772012your jests now, Yorick? Your flashes of merriment? Now go 33802013to my lady's chamber and bid her paint herself an inch 33812014thick, to this she must come, Yorick.--Horatio, I prithee 33832015tell me one thing. Dost thou think that Alexander looked 33862016thus?
Even so, my lord.
And smelt thus?
Ay, my lord, no otherwise.
No? Why might not imagination work as thus of 33962021Alexander: Alexander died. Alexander was buried. Alexander 2022became earth. Of earth we make clay. And Alexander being 33982023but clay, why might not time bring to pass that he might 33992024stop the bunghole of a beer-barrel?
What funeral's this that all the court laments?
16.114.1[Hamlet and Horatio conceal themselves.]
What ceremony else? Say, what ceremony else?
My lord, we have done all that lies in us,
So? I tell thee, churlish priest, a ministr'ing angel34322040shall my sister be when thou liest howling.
Sweets to the sweet, farewell!
Forbear the earth awhile. Sister, farewell.
16.129.1Hamlet leaps in after Laertes.
The devil take thy soul!
Oh, thou prayest not well.
Forbear, Laertes. Now is he mad as is the sea,
[To Laertes] What is the reason, sir, that you wrong me thus?
Alas, it is his madness makes him thus,
[To Laertes] My lord, 'tis so. [Aside to him] But we'll no longer trifle.
My lord, till then my soul will not be quiet.
Come Gertred, we'll have Laertes and our son
God grant they may!
16.162.1Exeunt omnes.
17.0.1[Scene 17]
Believe me, it grieves me much, Horatio,
Now God save thee, sweet prince Hamlet!
And you, sir. [Aside to Horatio] Foh, how the musk-cod smells!
I come with an embassage from his majesty to you.
I shall, sir, give you attention.
It is indeed very rawish cold.
'Tis hot, methinks.
Very swoltery hot.
The carriages, sir? I do not know what you mean.
The girdles and hangers, sir, and such like.
The word had been more cousin-german to the 36252106phrase if he could have carried the cannon by his side.
Marry, sir, that young Laertes in twelve venies
Very well. If the King dare venture his wager,
My lord, presently. The King and her majesty,
Go tell his majesty I will attend him.
I shall deliver your most sweet answer.
17.33.1Exit.
You may, sir, none better, for y'are spiced!
He will disclose himself without inquiry.
Believe me, Horatio, my heart is on the sudden
My lord, forbear the challenge, then.
No Horatio, not I. If danger be now,
17.4136692126Why then it is not to come. There's a predestinate providence 2127in the fall of a sparrow. Here comes the King.
Now, son Hamlet, we have laid upon your head,
Your majesty hath laid o'the weaker side.
We doubt it not.--Deliver them the foils.
First, Laertes, here's my hand and love,
Sir I am satisfied in nature,
Give them the foils.
I'll be your foil, Laertes. These foils
No, none.
Judgment?
A hit, a most palpable hit.
Well, come again.
17.65.1They play again.
Another. Judgment?
Ay, I grant, a touch, a touch.
Here, Hamlet, the King doth drink a health to thee.
Here Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face.
Give him the wine.
Set it by. I'll have another bout first.
Here, Hamlet, thy mother drinks to thee.
Do not drink, Gertred. [Aside] Oh, 'tis the poisoned cup!
Laertes, come, you dally with me.
Ay? Say you so? Have at you.
Come on, sir.
17.80.137772169They catch one another's rapiers, and both are wounded. 3777.12170Laertes falls down. The Queen falls down and dies.
Look to the Queen!
Oh, the drink, the drink, Hamlet, the drink!
17.82.1[She dies.]
Treason, ho! Keep the gates!
How is't, my lord Laertes?
Even as a coxcomb should,
The poisoned instrument within my hand?
17.92.1[He stabs the King and then forces him to drink from the poisoned cup.]
17.93.1The King dies.
Oh, he is justly served.
17.96.1Laertes dies.
And I thee. Oh, I am dead, Horatio. Fare thee well.
No, I am more an antique Roman
Upon my love, I charge thee let it go.
17.106.1Hamlet dies.
17.106.238522197Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England. 2198Enter Fortenbrasse with his train.
Where is this bloody sight?
If aught of woe or wonder you'd behold,
O imperious Death! How many princes
Our embassy that we have brought from England,
Content yourselves. I'll show to all the ground,
I have some rights of memory to this kingdom,
[Exeunt.]