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,

1.5176The partners of my watch, bid them make haste.

I will. See who goes there.

Friends to this ground.

And liegemen to the Dane.

1.92311[To the First Sentinel] Oh, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath relieved you?

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,

1.183320And will not let belief take hold of him,

1.193421Touching this dreaded sight twice seen by us.

1.203522Therefore I have entreated him along with us

1.213623To watch the minutes of this night,

1.223724That if again this apparition come,

1.233825He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.

Tut, 'twill not appear.

Sit down, I pray, and let us once again

1.264128Assail your ears, that are so fortified,

1.274329What we have two nights seen.

Well, sit we down, and let us hear Barnardo 31speak of this.

Last night of all, when yonder star that's 4733westward from the pole had made his course to

1.304834Illumine that part of heaven where now it burns,

1.315035The bell then tolling one--

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.

It would be spoke to. Question it, Horatio.

What art thou that thus usurps the state in

1.396145Which the majesty of buried Denmark did sometimes

1.406246Walk? By heaven, I charge thee speak.

It is offended.

It is offended. 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.

1.456953Is not this something more than fantasy?

1.467054What think you on't?

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.

1.507659Such was the very armor he had on

1.517760When he the ambitious Norway combated.

1.527861So frowned he once, when in an angry parle

1.537962He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

1.548063'Tis strange.

Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,

1.568265With martial stalk he passèd through our watch.

In what particular to work, I know not,

1.588467But in the thought and scope of my opinion

1.598568This bodes some strange eruption to the state.

Good, now sit down, and tell me, he that knows,

1.618770Why this same strict and most observant watch

1.628871So nightly toils the subject of the land,

1.638972And why such daily cost of brazen cannon

1.649073And foreign mart for implements of war,

1.659174Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

1.669275Does not divide the Sunday from the week:

1.679376What might be toward, that this sweaty march

1.689477Doth make the night joint laborer with the day?

1.699578Who is't that can inform me?

Marry, that can I, at least the whisper goes so:

1.719780Our late King, who as you know was by

1.729981Fortenbrasse of Norway,

1.7310082Thereto pricked on by a most emulous cause, dared to

1.7410183The combat, in which our valiant Hamlet,

1.7510284For so this side of our known world esteemed him,

1.7610385Did slay this Fortenbrasse,

1.7786Who by a seale[d] compact, well ratified by law

1.7810487And heraldry, did forfeit with his life all those

1.7910588His lands which he stood seized of by the conqueror,

1.8010789Against the which a moiety competent

1.8110890Was gagèd by our King.

1.8211291Now, sir, young Fortenbrasse,

1.8311392Of inapprovèd mettle hot and full,

1.8411493Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there

1.8511594Sharked up a sight of lawless resolutes

1.8611695For food and diet to some enterprise,

1.8711796That hath a stomach in't. And this (I take it) is the

1.8812397Chief head and ground of this our watch.

1.8912699But lo, behold, see where it comes again!

1.90127100I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion!

1.91129101If there be any good thing to be done,

1.92130102That may do ease to thee and grace to me,

1.93103Speak to me!

1.94131104If thou are privy to thy country's fate,

1.95132105Which happ'ly foreknowing may prevent, oh, speak to me!

1.96133106Or if thou hast extorted in thy life,

1.97134107Or hoarded treasure in the womb of earth,

1.98135108For which they say you spirits oft walk in death,

1.99136Speak 109to me! Stay and speak, speak!--Stop it, Marcellus.

'Tis here.

'Tis here.

'Tis gone. Oh, we do it wrong, being so majestical,

1.103142113 To offer it the show of violence,

1.104144114For it is as the air invulnerable,

1.105145115And our vain blows malicious mockery.

It was about to speak when the cock crew.

And then it faded like a guilty thing

1.108148118Upon a fearful summons. I have heard

1.109149119The cock, that is the trumpet to the morning,

1.110150120Doth with his early and shrill-crowing throat

1.111151121Awake the god of day, and at his sound,

1.112152122Whether in earth or air, in sea or fire,

1.113153123The stravagant and erring spirit hies

1.114154124To his confines; and of the truth hereof

1.115155125This present object made probation.

It faded on the crowing of the cock.

1.117157127Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes

1.118158128Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,

1.119159129The bird of dawning singeth all night long,

1.120160130And then, they say, no spirit dare walk abroad,

1.121161131The nights are wholesome, then no planet strikes,

1.122162132No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,

1.123163133So gracious and so hallowed is that time.

So have I heard, and do in part believe it.

1.125165135But see, the sun, in russet mantle clad,

1.126166136Walks o'er the dew of yon high mountain top.

1.127167137Break we our watch up, and, by my advice,

1.128168138Let us impart what we have seen tonight

1.129169139Unto young Hamlet; for upon my life

1.130170140This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

1.131171141Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,

1.132172142As needful in our love, fitting our duty?

Let's do't, I pray, and I this morning know

1.134174144Where we shall find him most conveniently.

Lords, we here have writ to Fortenbrasse,

2.2207148Nephew to old Norway, who, impudent

2.3208149And bed-rid, scarcely hears of this his

2.4209150Nephew's purpose; and we here dispatch

2.5213151Young good Cornelia, and you, Voltemar,

2.6214152For bearers of these greetings to old

2.7153Norway, giving to you no further personal power

2.8216154To business with the King

2.9217155Than those related articles do show.

2.10218156Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

In this and all things will we show our duty.

We doubt nothing. Heartily farewell.

2.13222159And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

2.14223160You said you had a suit. What is't, Laertes?

My gracious lord, your favorable license,

2.16231.1162Now that the funeral rites are all performed,

2.17232163I may have leave to go again to France;

2.18232.1164For though the favor of your grace might stay me,

2.19232.2165Yet something is there whispers in my heart

2.20236166Which makes my mind and spirits bend all for France.

Have you your father's leave, Laertes?

He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced grant,

2.23241169And I beseech you grant your highness'leave.

With all our heart, Laertes, fare thee well.

I in all love and duty take my leave.

And now, princely son Hamlet,

2.27246173What means these sad and melancholy moods?

2.28294174For your intent going to Wittenberg,

2.29296175We hold it most unmeet and unconvenient,

2.30296.1176Being the joy and half heart of your mother.

2.31297177Therefore let me entreat you stay in court,

2.32299178All Denmark's hope, our cousin and dearest son.

My lord, 'tis not the sable suit I wear,

2.34261180No, nor the tears that still stand in my eyes,

2.35262181Nor the distracted havior in the visage,

2.36263182Nor all together mixed with outward semblance,

2.37263.1183Is equal to the sorrow of my heart.

2.38263.2184Him have I lost I must of force forgo;

2.39267185These but the ornaments and suits of woe.

This shows a loving care in you, son Hamlet,

2.41271187But you must think your father lost a father,

2.42272188That father dead, lost his, and so shall be until the

2.43272.1189General ending. Therefore cease laments.

2.44283190It is a fault 'gainst heaven, fault 'gainst the dead,

2.45284191A fault 'gainst nature, and in reason's

2.46252192Common course most certain,

2.47193None lives on earth but he is born to die.

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.

2.49301195Stay here with us, go not to Wittenberg.

I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

Spoke like a kind and a most loving son;

2.52308198And there's no health the King shall drink today

2.53309199But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell

2.54310200The rouse the King shall drink unto Prince Hamlet.

Oh, that this too much grieved and sallied flesh

2.56203Would melt to nothing, or that the universal

2.57313.1204Globe of heaven would turn all to a chaos!

2.58316205O God, within two months; no not two: married

2.59330206Mine uncle! Oh, let me not think of it,

2.60336207My father's brother, but no more like

2.61208My father than I to Hercules.

2.62337209Within two months, ere yet the salt of most

2.63338210Unrighteous tears had left their flushing

2.64334211In her gallèd eyes, she married. O God, a beast

2.65212Devoid of reason would not have made

2.66213Such speed! Frailty, thy name is Woman.

2.67327214Why, she would hang on him as if increase

2.68328215Of appetite had grown by what it looked on.

2.69340216Oh, wicked, wicked speed, to make such

2.70341217Dexterity to incestuous sheets,

2.71331218Ere yet the shoes were old,

2.72332219The which she followed my dead father's corse

2.73333220Like Niobe, all tears: married. Well, it is not,

2.74342221Nor it cannot come to good;

2.75343222But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Health to your lordship!

I am very glad to see you, Horatio, or I much

2.78347226Forget myself.

The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

O my good friend, I change that name with you.

2.81352229But what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?

2.82353230[To Marcellus.] Marcellus.

My good lord.

I am very glad to see you. Good even, sirs.

2.85362233 [To Horatio] But what is your affair in Elsinor?

2.86363234We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

A truant disposition, my good lord.

Nor shall you make me truster

2.89360237Of your own report against yourself.

2.90361238Sir, I know you are no truant.

2.91239But what is your affair in Elsinor?

My good lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Oh, I prithee do not mock me, fellow student,

2.94366242I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funeral baked meats

2.97369245Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

2.98370246Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

2.99371247Ere ever I had seen that day, Horatio.

2.100372248O my father, my father! Methinks I see my father.

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,

2.105377253I shall not look upon his like again.

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

2.111383259With an attentive ear, till I may deliver,

2.112384260Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

2.113385261This wonder to you.

For God's love, let me hear it.

Two nights together had these gentlemen,

2.116388264Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch,

2.117389265In the dead vast and middle of the night.

2.118390266Been thus encountered by a figure like your father,

2.119391267Armed to point, exactly cap-à-pie,

2.120392268Appears before them thrice, he walks

2.121394269Before their weak and fear-oppressèd eyes

2.122395270Within his truncheon's length,

2.123271While they, distilled almost to jelly

2.124396272With the act of fear, stands dumb

2.125397273And speak not to him. This to me

2.126398274In dreadful secrecy impart they did.

2.127399275And I with them the third night kept the watch,

2.128400276Where as they had delivered form of the thing.

401277Each part made true and good,

2.130402278The apparition comes. I knew your father,

2.131403279These hands are not more like.

'Tis very strange.

As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true,

2.134416282And we did think it right done

2.135283In our duty to let you know it.

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.

2.140408288Yet once methought it was about to speak,

2.141409289And lifted up his head to motion,

2.142410290Like as he would speak, but even then

2.143411291The morning cock crew loud, and in all haste

2.144412292It shrunk in haste away, and vanished

2.145413293Our sight.

Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.

2.147419295Hold you the watch tonight?

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

2.165313Might tell a hundred.

Oh, longer, longer.

His beard was grizzled, no?

It was as I have seen it in his life,

2.169441317A sable silver.

I will watch tonight. Perchance 'twill walk again.

I warrant it will.

If it assume my noble father's person,

2.173445321I'll speak to it, if hell itself should gape

2.174446322And bid me hold my peace. Gentlemen,

2.175447323If you have hither concealed this sight,

2.176448324Let it be tenable in your silence still,

2.177449325And whatsoever else shall chance tonight,

2.178450326Give it an understanding but no tongue.

2.179451327I will requite your loves. So fare you well.

2.180452328Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve

2.181453329I'll visit you.

Our duties to your honor.

Oh, your loves, your loves, as mine to you.

2.184332Farewell.--My father's spirit in arms!

2.185456333Well, all's not well. I doubt some foul play.

2.186457334Would the night were come!

2.187458335Till then, sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,

2.188459336Though all the world o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

My necessaries are inbarked. I must aboard,

3.2462.1339But, ere I part, mark what I say to thee:

3.3467340I see Prince Hamlet makes a show of love.

3.4592341Beware, Ofelia, do not trust his vows.

3.5477342Perhaps he loves you now, and now his tongue

3.6496343Speaks from his heart, but yet take heed, my sister.

3.7499344The chariest maid is prodigal enough

3.8500345If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

3.9501346Virtue itself scapes not calumnious thoughts.

3.10347Believe't, Ofelia. Therefore keep aloof

3.11496.1348Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame.

Brother, to this I have lent attentive ear,

3.13496.3350And doubt not but to keep my honor firm.

3.14509351But, my dear brother, do not you,

3.15510352Like to a cunning sophister,

3.16511353Teach me the path and ready way to heaven

3.17511.1354While you, forgetting what is said to me,

3.18512355Yourself like to a careless libertine

3.19512.1356Doth give his heart his appetite at full,

3.20514357And little recks how that his honor dies.

No, fear it not, my dear Ofelia.

3.22517359Here comes my father. Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!

3.24521362The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,

3.25522363And you are stayed for. There, my blessing with thee,

3.26523364And these few precepts in thy memory.

3.27526365Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;

3.28527366Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried,

3.29528367Grapple them to thee with a hoop of steel,

3.30529368But do not dull the palm with entertain

3.31530369Of every new unfledged courage.

3.32370Beware of entrance into a quarrel, but, being in,

3.33532371Bear it that the opposèd may beware of thee.

3.34535372Costly thy apparel as thy purse can buy,

3.35536373But not expressed in fashion,

3.36537374For the apparel oft proclaims the man,

3.37538375And they of France of the chief rank and station

3.38539376Are of a most select and general chief in that.

3.39543377This above all, to thy own self be true,

3.40544378And it must follow as the night the day

3.41545379Thou canst not then be false to any one.

3.42546380Farewell. My blessing with thee!

I humbly take my leave.--Farewell, Ofelia,

549382And remember well what I have said to

you.

It is already locked within my heart,

3.45552384And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

What is't, Ofelia, he hath said to you?

Something touching the prince Hamlet.

Marry, well thought on. 'Tis given me to understand

3.49558388That you have been too prodigal of your maiden presence

3.50560389Unto Prince Hamlet. If it be so--

3.51390As so 'tis given to me, and that in way of caution--

3.52561391I must tell you, you do not understand yourself

3.53562392So well as befits my honor and your credit.

My lord, he hath made many tenders of his love566394to me.

Tenders? Ay, ay, tenders you may call them.

And withal such earnest vows--

Springes to catch woodcocks.

3.58398What, do not I know when the blood doth burn

3.59582399How prodigal the tongue lends the heart vows?

3.60587400In brief, be more scanter of your maiden presence,

3.61575401Or, tend'ring thus, you'll tender me a fool.

I shall obey, my lord, in all I may.

Ofelia, receive none of his letters,

3.64602.2404For lovers' lines are snares to entrap the heart.

3.65602.3405"Refuse his tokens. Both of them are keys

3.66602.4406To unlock chastity unto desire.

3.67601407Come in, Ofelia. Such men often prove

3.68601.1408"Great in their words, but little in their love.

I will, my lord.

The air bites shrewd; it is an eager and

4.2605412A nipping wind. What hour is't?

I think it lacks of twelve.

No, 'tis struck.

Indeed, I heard it not. What doth this mean, my lord?

Oh, the King doth wake tonight, and takes his rouse,

4.7613417Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels,

4.8614418And as he dreams, his draughts of Rhenish down,

4.9615419The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out

4.10616420The triumphs of his pledge.

Is it a custom here?

Ay, marry, is't, and, though I am

4.13619423Native here and to the manner borne,

4.14620424It is a custom more honored in the breach

4.15621425Than in the observance.

Look, my lord, it comes!

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

4.18625429Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,

4.19626430Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

4.20627431Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

4.21628432Thou comest in such questionable shape

4.22629433That I will speak to thee.

4.23434I'll call thee Hamlet, king, father, royal Dane.

4.24630435Oh, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance,

4.25631436But say why thy canonized bones, hearsèd in death,

4.26633437Have burst their ceremonies, why thy sepulcher,

4.27634438In which we saw thee quietly interred,

4.28635439Hath burst his ponderous and marble jaws

4.29636440To cast thee up again. What may this mean

4.30637441That thou, dead corse, again in compleat steel,

4.31638442Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,

4.32639443Making night hideous, and we fools of nature,

4.33640444So horridly to shake our disposition

4.34641445With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

4.35642446Say, speak, wherefore? What may this mean?

It beckons you, as though it had something

4.37645448To impart to you alone.

Look with what courteous action

4.39648450It waves you to a more removèd ground.

4.40649451But do not go with it.

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,

4.44660455That beckles o'er his base into the sea,

4.45661456And there assume some other horrible shape

4.46662457Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason

4.47663458And drive you into madness? Think of it.

Still am I called.--Go on, I'll follow thee.

My lord, you shall not go.

Why, what should be the fear?

4.51654462I do not set my life at a pin's fee,

4.52655463And, for my soul, what can it do to that,

4.53656464Being a thing immortal like itself?--

4.54465Go on, I'll follow thee.

My lord, be ruled, you shall not go.

My fate cries out, and makes each petty artery

4.57670468As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

4.58671469Still am I called. Unhand me, gentlemen!

4.59672470By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.

4.60673471Away, I say!--Go on, I'll follow thee.

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.

I'll go no farther. Whither wilt thou lead me?

Mark me.

I will.

I am thy father's spirit, doomed for a time

5.5695481To walk the night, and all the day

5.6696482Confined in flaming fire,

5.7697483Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

5.8698484Are purged and burnt away.

Alas, poor ghost!

Nay, pity me not, but to my unfolding

5.11487Lend thy lis'tning ear. But that I am forbid

5.12699488To tell the secrets of my prison house,

5.13700489I would a tale unfold whose lightest word

5.14701490Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,

5.15702491Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,

5.16703492Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,

5.17704493And each particular hair to stand on end

5.18705494Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.

5.19706495But this same blazon must not be, to ears of flesh and blood.

5.20707496Hamlet, if ever thou didst thy dear father love--

O God!

Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Murder!

Yea, murder in the highest degree,

5.25501As in the least 'tis bad,

5.26713502But mine most foul, beastly, and unnatural.

Haste me to know it, that with wings as swift as

5.28716504meditation, or the thought of it, may sweep to my revenge.

Oh, I find thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be

5.30719506Than the fat weed which roots itself in ease

5.31720507On Lethe wharf. Brief let me be.

5.32722508'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,

5.33723509A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark

5.34724510Is with a forgèd process of my death rankly abused.

5.35725511But know, thou noble youth: he that did sting

5.36726512Thy father's heart now wears his crown.

Oh, my prophetic soul, my uncle! My uncle!

Yea, he, that incestuous wretch, won to his will with gifts--

5.39731515Oh, wicked will and gifts that have the power

5.40732516So to seduce!--my most seeming virtuous Queen.

5.41739517But virtue, as it never will be moved,

5.42740518Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,

5.43741519So lust, though to a radiant angel linked,

5.44742520Would sate itself from a celestial bed

5.45521And prey on garbage. But soft, methinks

5.46743522I scent the mornings air. Brief let me be.

5.47744523Sleeping within my orchard, my custom always

5.48745524In the afternoon, upon my secure hour

5.49746525Thy uncle came, with juice of hebona

5.50747526In a vial, and through the porches of my ears

5.51748527Did pour the lep'rous distillment, whose effect

5.52750528Hold such an enmity with blood of man

5.53751529That swift as quicksilver it posteth through

5.54752530The natural gates and alleys of the body,

5.55753531And turns the thin and wholesome blood

5.56754532Like eager droppings into milk,

5.57756533And all my smooth body, barked and tettered over.

5.58759534Thus was I sleeping by a brother's hand

5.59760535Of crown, of queen, of life, of dignity

5.60536At once deprived, no reckoning made of,

5.61763537But sent unto my grave,

5.62764538With all my accompts and sins upon my head.

5.63765539Oh, horrible, most horrible!

O God!

If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.

5.66769542But howsoever, let not thy heart

5.67770543Conspire against thy mother aught;

5.68771544Leave her to heaven,

5.69772545And to the burden that her conscience bears.

5.70774546I must be gone. The glow-worm shows the martin

5.71547To be near, and 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

5.72776548Hamlet, adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?

5.74778550And shall I couple hell? Remember thee?

5.75781551Yes, thou poor ghost. From the tables

5.76783552Of my memory I'll wipe away all saws of books,

5.77784553All trivial fond conceits

5.78786554That ever youth or else observance noted,

5.79787555And thy remembrance all alone shall sit.

5.80789556Yes, yes, by heaven, a damned pernicious villain,

5.81791557Murderous, bawdy, smiling, damnèd villain!

5.82792558My tables--meet it is I set it down,

5.83793559That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;

5.84794560At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.

5.85795561So uncle, there you are, there you are.

5.86562Now to the words: it is "Adieu, adieu! Remember me."

5.87796563So 'tis enough. I have sworn.

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

5.101577Once think it? But you'll be secret.

Ay, by heaven, my lord.

There's never a villain dwelling in all Denmark

5.104815580But he's an arrant knave.

There need no ghost come from the grave to tell 817582you this.

Right, you are in the right, and therefore

5.108819584I hold it meet without more circumstance at all,

5.109820585We shake hands and part; you as your business

5.110821586And desires shall lead you--for look you,

5.111822587Every man hath business and desires, such

5.112823588As it is--and for my own poor part, I'll go pray.

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,

5.117830593And much offense too. Touching this vision,

5.118831594It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you.

5.119832595For your desires to know what is between us,

5.120833596O'ermaster it as you may.

5.121597And now, kind friends, as you are friends,

5.122834598Scholars and gentlemen,

5.123835599Grant me one poor request.

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,

5.133848610Here consent to swear.

Propose the oath, my lord.

Never to speak what you have seen tonight,

5.136851613Swear by my sword.

Swear.

Hic et ubique? Nay then, we'll shift our ground.

5.139854616Come hither, gentlemen, and lay your hands

5.140855617Again upon this sword, never to speak

5.141856618Of that which you have seen, swear by my sword.

Swear.

Well said, old mole. Canst work in the earth?

5.144621So fast, a worthy pioneer. Once more remove.

Day and night, but this is wondrous strange.

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.

5.147863624There are more things in the heaven and earth, Horatio,

5.148864625Then are dreamt of in your philosophy.

5.149626But come here, as before, you never shall--

5.150866627How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,

5.151867628As I perchance hereafter shall think meet

5.152868629To put an antic disposition on--

5.153869630That you at such times seeing me never shall

5.154870631With arms encumb'red thus, or this headshake,

5.155871632Or by pronouncing some undoubtful phrase,

5.156872633As "Well, well, we know," or "We could an if we would,"

5.157873634Or "There be, an if they might," or such ambiguous

5.158874635Giving out, to note that you know aught of me:

5.159875636This not to do, so grace and mercy

5.160876637At your most need help you, swear.

Swear.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit. So, gentlemen,

5.163880640In all my love I do commend me to you,

5.164881641And what so poor a man as Hamlet may

5.165882642To pleasure you, God willing shall not want.

5.166883643Nay, come, let's go together.

5.167884644But still your fingers on your lips, I pray.

5.168885645The time is out of joint. Oh, cursed spite,

5.169886646That ever I was born to set it right!

5.170887647Nay, come, let's go together.

Montano, here, these letters to my son,

6.2650And this same money with my blessing to him,

6.3966651And bid him ply his learning, good Montano.

I will, my lord.

You shall do very well, Montano, to say thus:

6.6905654"I knew the gentleman," or "know his father,"

6.7898655To inquire the manner of his life,

6.8898.1656As thus; being amongst his acquaintance,

6.9906657You may say, you saw him at such a time, mark you me,

6.10916658At game, or drinking, swearing, or drabbing,

6.11918659You may go so far.

My lord, that will impeach his reputation.

I'faith, not a whit, no, not a whit.

6.14937662Now happily he closeth with you in the consequence,

6.15663As you may bridle it, not disparage him a jot.

6.16943664What was I about to say?

He closeth with him in the consequence.

Ay, you say right, he closeth with him thus,

6.19944667This will he say--let me see what he will say--

6.20949668Marry, this: "I saw him yesterday," or "t'other day,"

6.21950669Or "then," or "at such time," "a-dicing,"

6.22952670Or "at tennis," ay, or "drinking drunk," or "ent'ring

6.23953671Of a house of lightness," viz. brothel.

6.24956672Thus, sir, do we that know the world, being men of reach,

6.25958673By indirections find directions forth,

6.26959674And so shall you my son. You ha' me, ha' you not?

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.

Farewell.--How now, Ofelia, what's the news with you?

O my dear father, such a change in nature,

6.34971.1683So great an alteration in a prince,

6.35978684So pitiful to him, fearful to me,

6.36978.1685A maiden's eye ne'er lookèd on!

Why, what's the matter, my Ofelia?

Oh, young Prince Hamlet, the only flower of Denmark,

6.39974.1688He is bereft of all the wealth he had!

6.40974.2689The jewel that adorned his feature most

6.41974.3690Is filched and stol'n away: his wit's bereft him.

6.42973691He found me walking in the gallery all alone.

6.43692There comes he to me, with a distracted look,

6.44976693His garters lagging down, his shoes untied,

6.45987694And fixed his eyes so steadfast on my face

6.46987.1695As if they had vowed this is their latest object.

6.47984696Small while he stood, but grips me by the wrist,

6.48984.1697And there he holds my pulse till, with a sigh,

6.49993698He doth unclasp his hold and parts away

6.50993.1699Silent as is the mid time of the night.

6.51997700And as he went, his eye was still on me,

6.52994701For thus his head over his shoulder looked.

6.53995702He seemed to find the way without his eyes,

6.54996703For out of doors he went without their help,

6.55996.1704And so did leave me.

Mad for thy love.

6.571004706What, have you given him any cross words of late?

I did repel his letters, deny his gifts,

6.591005708As you did charge me.

Why, that hath made him mad.

6.611012710By heav'n, 'tis as proper for our age to cast

6.621013711Beyond ourselves as 'tis for the younger sort

6.631009712To leave their wantonness. Well, I am sorry

6.64713That I was so rash. But what remedy?

6.651015714Let's to the King. This madness may prove,

6.661017715Though wild awhile, yet more true to thy love.

Right noble friends, that our dear cousin Hamlet

7.21021.1718Hath lost the very heart of all his sense,

7.31021.2719It is most right, and we most sorry for him.

7.41030720Therefore we do desire, even as you tender

7.51030.1721Our care to him and our great love to you,

7.61035722That you will labor but to wring from him

7.72207723The cause and ground of his distemperancy.

7.81044724Do this, the King of Denmark shall be thankful.

My lord, whatsoever lies within our power

7.101046726Your majesty may more command in words

7.111049727Than use persuasions to your liege men, bound

7.121049.1728By love, by duty, and obedience.

What we may do for both your majesties

7.141046.1730To know the grief troubles the prince your son,

7.151051731We will endeavor all the best we may;

7.161051.1732So in all duty do we take our leave.

Thanks, Gilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft.

Thanks, Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone.

My lord, the ambassadors are joyfully

7.20737Returned from Norway.

Thou still hast been the father of good news.

Have I, my lord? I assure your grace,

7.231068740I hold my duty as I hold my life,

7.241069741Both to my God and to my sovereign King;

7.251070742And I believe, or else this brain of mine

7.261071743Hunts not the train of policy so well

7.271072744As it had wont to do, but I have found

7.281073745The very depth of Hamlet's lunacy.

[To the King] God grant he hath!

Now, Voltemar, what from our brother Norway?

Most fair returns of greetings and desires.

7.321086750Upon our first he sent forth to suppress

7.331087751His nephew's levies, which to him appeared

7.341088752To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;

7.351089753But, better looked into, he truly found

7.361090754It was against your highness, whereat grieved

7.371091755That so his sickness, age, and impotence

7.381092756Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests

7.391093757On Fortenbrasse, which he in brief obeys,

7.401094758Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine,

7.411095759Makes vow before his uncle never more

7.421096760To give the assay of arms against your majesty;

7.431097761Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,

7.441098762Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee

7.451099763And his commission to employ those soldiers,

7.461100764So levied as before, against the Polack,

7.471101765With an entreaty herein further shown

7.481102766That it would please you to give quiet pass

7.491103767Through your dominions for that enterprise

7.501104768On such regards of safety and allowances

7.511105769As therein are set down.

It likes us well, and at fit time and leisure

7.531107771We'll read and answer these his articles.

7.541109772Meantime, we thank you for your well

7.55773Took labor. Go to your rest. At night we'll feast together.

7.561111774Right welcome home.

This business is very well dispatched.

7.58776Now, my lord, touching the young Prince Hamlet,

7.591119777Certain it is that he is mad. Mad let us grant him, then.

7.601129778Now to know the cause of this effect,

7.611130779Or else to say the cause of this defect,

7.621131780For this effect defective comes by cause--

Good my lord, be brief.

Madam I will. My lord, I have a daughter,

7.651133783Have while she's mine; for that we think

7.661133.1784Is surest we often lose. Now to the prince.

7.671133.2785My lord, but note this letter,

7.681134786The which my daughter in obedience

7.691135787Delivered to my hands.

Read it, my lord.

Mark, my lord.

7.721144790"Doubt that in earth is fire,

7.731145791Doubt that the stars do move,

7.741146792Doubt truth to be a liar,

7.751147793But do not doubt I love.

7.761137794To the beautiful Ofelia.

7.771151795Thine ever, the most unhappy Prince Hamlet."

7.781158796My lord, what do you think of me?

7.791160797Ay, or what might you think when I saw this?

As of a true friend and a most loving subject.

I would be glad to prove so.

7.821169800Now when I saw this letter, thus I bespake my maiden:

7.831170801"Lord Hamlet is a prince out of your star,

7.841170.1802And one that is unequal for your love."

7.851171803Therefore I did command her refuse his letters,

7.861172804Deny his tokens, and to absent herself.

7.871174805She as my child obediently obeyed me.

7.881174.1806Now, since which time, seeing his love thus crossed,

7.891174.2807Which I took to be idle and but sport,

7.901176808He straightway grew into a melancholy,

7.91809From that unto a fast, then unto distraction,

7.92810Then into a sadness, from that unto a madness,

7.931177811And so, by continuance and weakness of the brain,

7.941179812Into this frenzy which now possesseth him.

7.951187813And if this be not true, take this from this.

[To the Queen] Think you 'tis so?

How? So, my lord, I would very fain know

7.981184816That thing that I have said 'tis so, positively,

7.991185817And it hath fallen out otherwise.

7.1001188818Nay, if circumstances lead me on,

7.101819I'll find it out if it were hid

7.1021190820As deep as the center of the earth.

How should we try this same?

Marry, my good lord, thus:

7.1051193823The Prince's walk is here in the gallery;

7.1061196824There let Ofelia walk until he comes.

7.1071197825Yourself and I will stand close in the study.

7.1081197.1826There shall you hear the effect of all his heart,

7.1091198827And if it prove any otherwise than love,

7.1101198.1828Then let my censure fail another time.

See where he comes, poring upon a book.

Madam, will it please your grace

7.113832To leave us here?

With all my heart.

And here Ofelia, read you on this book,

7.1161694835And walk aloof; the King shall be unseen.

To be, or not to be, ay, there's the point,

7.1181714837To die, to sleep, is that all? Ay, all.

7.1191719838No, to sleep, to dream, ay, marry, there it goes,

7.1201720839For in that dream of death, when we awake,

7.1211733840And borne before an everlasting judge,

7.1221734841From whence no passenger ever returned,

7.123842The undiscovered country, at whose sight

7.1241733.1843The happy smile, and the accursèd damned.

7.1251733.2844But for this, the joyful hope of this,

7.1261724845Who'd bear the scorns and flattery of the world,

7.1271725846Scorned by the right rich, the rich cursed of the poor,

7.1281725.1847The widow being oppressed, the orphan wronged,

7.1291725.2848The taste of hunger, or a tyrant's reign,

7.1301716849And thousand more calamities besides,

7.1311731850To grunt and sweat under this weary life,

7.1321729851When that he may his full quietus make

7.1331730852With a bare bodkin? Who would this endure,

7.1341732853But for a hope of something after death?

7.135854Which puzzles the brain, and doth confound the sense,

7.1361735855Which makes us rather bear those evils we have

7.1371736856Than fly to others that we know not of.

7.1381737857Ay, that. Oh, this conscience makes cowards of us all.--

7.1391743858Lady, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.

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.

My lord, can beauty have better privilege than 1765869with honesty?

Yea, marry, may it; for beauty may [sooner] transform

7.1481767871Honesty from what she was into a bawd

7.149872Than honesty can transform beauty.

7.1501769873This was sometimes a paradox,

7.151874But now the time gives it scope.

7.1521751875I never gave you nothing.

My lord, you know right will you did,

7.1541753877And with them such earnest vows of love

7.1551754878As would have moved the stoniest breast alive.

7.1561754.1879But now too true I find:

7.1571756880Rich gifts wax poor when givers grow unkind.

I never loved you.

You made me believe you did.

Oh, thou shouldst not ha' believed me!

7.1611776884Go to a nunnery, go. Why shouldst thou

7.1621777885Be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest,

7.1631778886But I could accuse myself of such crimes

7.164s 887It had been better my mother had ne'er borne me.

7.1651779888Oh, I am very proud, ambitious, disdainful,

7.166 1780889With more sins at my beck than I have thoughts

7.1671781890To put them in. What should such fellows as I

7.1681783891Do, crawling between heaven and earth?

7.1691784892To a nunnery, go. We are arrant knaves all.

7.170893Believe none of us. To a nunnery, go.

Oh, heavens secure him!

Where's thy father?

At home, my lord.

For God's sake, let the doors be shut on him,

7.175898He may play the fool nowhere but in his

7.1761788899Own house. To a nunnery, go.

Help him, good God!

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee

7.179902This plague to thy dowry:

7.1801791903Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,

7.1811792904Thou shalt not scape calumny. To a nunnery, go.

Alas, what change is this?

But if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,

7.1841794907For wise men know well enough

7.185908What monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go.

Pray God restore him!

Nay, I have heard of your paintings, too.

7.1881799911God hath given you one face

7.189912And you make yourselves another.

7.1901800913You fig, and you amble, and you nickname God's creatures,

7.1911801914Making your wantonness your ignorance.

7.1921802915A pox, 'tis scurvy. I'll no more of it.

7.193916It hath made me mad. I'll no more marriages.

7.1941803917All that are married, but one, shall live;

7.1951804918The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

7.1961805919To a nunnery, go!

Great God of heaven, what a quick change is this?

7.1981807921The courtier, scholar, soldier, all in him,

7.1991816922All dashed and splintered thence. Oh, woe is me,

7.2001817923To ha' seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Love? No, no, that's not the cause.

7.2041820925Some deeper thing it is that troubles him.

Well, something it is. My lord, content you awhile.

7.2061207927 I will myself go feel him. Let me work.

7.207928I'll try him every way. See where he comes.

7.2081204.1929Send you those gentlemen. Let me alone

7.209930To find the depth of this. Away, be gone!

7.210931Now, my good lord, do you know me?

Yea, very well, y'are a fishmonger.

Not I, my lord.

Then, sir, I would you were so honest a man.

7.2141215935For to be honest, as this age goes,

7.215936is one man to be picked out of ten thousand.

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:

7.222943For here the satirical satyr writes

7.2231235944That old men have hollow eyes, weak backs,

7.224945Grey beards, pitiful weak hams, gouty legs,

7.2251238946All which, sir, I most potently believe not.

7.2261240947For, sir, yourself shall be old as I am,

7.2271241948If, like a crab, you could go backward.

[Aside] How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit!

7.2291226950Yet at first he took me for a fishmonger.

7.2301226.1951All this comes by love, the vehemency of love;

7.2311227952And when I was young, I was very idle,

7.2321228953And suffered much ecstasy in love, very near this.--

7.2331244954Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

Into my grave.

By the mass, that's out of the air, indeed,

7.236957Very shrewd answers.--

7.2371256958My lord, I will take my leave of you.

You can take nothing from me, sir,

7.239961I will more willingly part withal.--

7.2401262962Old doting fool!

[To Gilderstone and Rossencraft] You seek Prince Hamlet. See, there he is.

Health to your lordship!

What, Gilderstone, and Rossencraft!

7.2441417966Welcome, kind schoolfellows, to Elsinore.

We thank your grace, and would be very glad

7.2461417.2968You were as when we were at Wittenberg.

I thank you, but is this vistitation free of

7.2481321970Yourselves, or were you not sent for?

7.2491323971Tell me true, come. I know the good King and Queen

7.2501326972Sent for you. There is a kind of confession in your eye.

7.251973Come, I know you were sent for.

[Aside to Rossencraft.] What say you?

[Aside] Nay, then, I see how the wind sits.

7.254976[To them] Come, you were sent for.

My lord, we were, and willingly, if we might,

7.256978Know the cause and ground of your discontent.

Why, I want preferment.

I think not so, my lord.

Yes, faith, this great world you see contents me not,

7.2601347982No, nor the spangled heavens, nor earth, nor sea;

7.2611355983No, nor man, that is so glorious a creature,

7.262984Contents not me--no, nor woman too, though you laugh.

My lord, we laugh not at that.

Why did you laugh, then,

7.265987When I said, man did not content me?

My lord, we laughed, when you said man did not 989content you.

7.2671363990What entertainment the players shall have?

7.2681364991We boarded them o'the way. They are coming to you.

Players? What players be they?

My lord, the tragedians of the city,

7.2711374994Those that you took delight to see so often.

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.

7.276999For the principal public audience that

7.2771000Came to them are turned to private plays,

7.2781001And to the humor of children.

I do not greatly wonder of it,

7.28014101003For those that would make mops and mows

7.2811004At my uncle when my father lived

7.28214111005Now give a hundred, two hundred pounds

7.28313661006For his picture. But they shall be welcome.

7.2841007He that plays the King shall have tribute of me,

7.28513671008The vent'rous Knight shall use his foil and target,

7.28613681009The Lover shall sigh gratis,

7.28713701010The Clown shall make them laugh

7.2881011That are tickled in the lungs, or the blank verse shall halt for't,

7.28913711012And the Lady shall have leave to speak her mind freely.

7.29014301014Do you see yonder great baby?

7.2911015He is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

That may be, for they say an old man

7.29314331017Is twice a child.

I'll prophesy to you he comes to tell me o'the players.--

7.29514351019You say true, o'Monday last, 'twas so indeed.

My lord, I have news to tell you.

My lord, I have news to tell you:

7.29814391022When Roscius was an actor in Rome--

The actors are come hither, my lord.

Buzz, buzz.

The best actors in Christendom,

7.3021026Either for comedy, tragedy, history, pastoral,

7.30314451027Pastoral-historical, historical-comical,

7.30414461028Comical-historical-pastoral, tragedy-historical:

7.30514481029Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plato too light;

7.30614491030For the law hath writ those are the only men.

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,

7.31114551034The which he lovèd passing well.

[Aside] Ah, still harping o'my daughter!'--Well, my lord,

7.3121036If you call me Iephthah, I have a daughter that

7.31314591037I love passing well.

Nay that follows not.

What follows, then, my lord?

Why, by lot, or God wot, or as it came to pass,

7.31714631041And so it was, the first verse of the godly ballad

7.31814641042Will tell you all. For look you where my abridgement comes.

7.31914661043Welcome masters! Welcome all.--

7.32014681044What, my old friend, thy face is valanced

7.32114691045Since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark?--

7.32214701046My young lady and mistress! By'r Lady, but your

7.32314711047Ladyship is grown by the altitude of a chopine higher than you were.

7.32414721048Pray God, sir, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent

7.32514731049Gold, be not cracked in the ring.-- Come on, masters,

7.32614741050We'll even to't, like French falconers,

7.32714751051Fly at any thing we see. Come, a taste of your

7.32814761052Quality, a speech, a passionate speech.

What speech, my good lord?

I heard thee speak a speech once,

7.3311055but it was never acted, or, if it were,

7.33214801056Never above twice, for, as I remember,

7.33314811057It pleased not the vulgar; it was caviary

7.3341058To the million. But to me

7.33514821059And others that received it in the like kind,

7.33614831060Cried in the top of their judgments, an excellent play,

7.33714841061Set down with as great modesty as cunning.

7.33814851062One said there was no sallets in the lines to make them savory,

7.33914881063But called it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet.

7.34014891064Come, a speech in it I chiefly remember

7.3411065was Aeneas' tale to Dido,

7.34214901066And then especially where he talks of princes' slaughter.

7.34314911067If it live in thy memory, begin at this line--

7.34414921068Let me see'--

7.3451069The rugged Pyrrhus, like th'Hycarnian beast'--

7.34614931070No, 'tis not so. It begins with Pyrrhus:

7.3471493.11071Oh, I have it.

7.34814941072The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,

7.34914951073Black as his purpose, did the night resemble

7.35014961074When he lay couchèd in the ominous horse,

7.35114971075Hath now his black and grim complexion smeared

7.35214981076With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot

7.35314991077Now is he total guise, horridly tricked

7.35415001078With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons.

7.35515011079Baked and imparchèd in calagulate gore,

7.35615031080Rifted in earth and fire, old grandsire Pram seeks.

7.3571503.11081So, go on.

Afore God, my lord, well spoke, and with good accent.

Anon he finds him striking too short at Greeks.

7.36015101084His antic sword, rebellious to his arm,

7.36115111085Lies where it falls, unable to resist.

7.36215131086Pyrrus at Priam drives, but, all in rage,

7.3631087Strikes wide; but with the whiff and wind

7.36415141088Of his fell sword, th'unnervèd father falls.

Enough, my friend. 'tis too long.

It shall to the barber's with your beard.

7.36715401091 [To the First Player] A pox! He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry,

7.3681092Or else he sleeps. Come on to Hecuba, come.

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,

7.37215491096And o'er her weak and all o'er-teeming loins a blanket

7.37315471097And a kercher on that head where late the diadem stood,

7.37415511098Who this had seen, with tongue-envenomed speech

7.37515521099Would treason have pronounced,

7.37615531100For if the gods themselves had seen her then,

7.37715541101When she saw Pyrrhus with malicious strokes

7.37815551102Mincing her husband's limbs,

7.37915581103It would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,

7.38015591104And passion in the gods.

Look, my Lord, if he hath not changed his color,

7.3821106and hath tears in his eyes.--No more, good heart, no more!

'Tis well, 'tis very well. [To Corambis] I pray, my lord,

7.38415631108Will you see the players well bestowed?

7.385 15641109I tell you, they are the chronicles

7.38615651110And brief abstracts of the time.

7.3871111After your death, I can tell you,

7.38815661112You were better have a bad epitaph

7.3891113Than their ill report while you live.

My lord, I will use them according to their deserts.

Oh, far better, man. Use every man after his deserts,

7.39215711116Then who should scape whipping?

7.3931117Use them after your own honor and dignity.

7.39415721118The less they deserve, the greater credit's yours.

[To the Players] Welcome, my good fellows.

[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

7.39915811124Some dozen or sixteen lines,

7.4001125Which I would set down and insert?

Yes, very easily, my good lord.

'Tis well. I thank you. Follow that lord.

7.4031128And, do you hear, sirs? Take heed you mock him not.

7.4041584.11129[To Gilderstone and Rossencraft] Gentlemen, for your kindness I thank you,

7.40515851130And for a time I would desire you leave me.

Our love and duty is at your command.

Why, what a dunghill idiot slave am I!

7.40815911134Why, these players here draw water from eyes:

7.40915981135For Hecuba. Why, what is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?

7.41016001136What would he do an if he had my loss?

7.4111600.11137His father murdered, and a crown bereft him?

7.41216021138He would turn all his tears to drops of blood,

7.41316031139Amaze the standers-by with his laments,

7.4141603.11140Strike more than wonder in the judicial ears,

7.41516051141Confound the ignorant, and make mute the wise.

7.4161605.11142Indeed, his passion would be general.

7.41716061143Yet I, like to an ass and John-a-Dreams,

7.41816091144Having my father murdered by a villain,

7.4191145Stand still, and let it pass. Why, sure I am a coward.

7.42016121146Who plucks me by the beard, or twits my nose,

7.42116141147Gives me the lie i'th' throat down to the lungs?

7.42216161148Sure I should take it, or else I have no gall,

7.42316181149Or by this I should ha' fatted all the region kites

7.42416201150With this slave's offal, this damned villain,

7.42516211151Treacherous, bawdy, murderous villain!

7.42616231152Why, this is brave, that I, the son of my dear father,

7.42716271153Should like a scallion, like a very drab,

7.42816261154Thus rail in words. About, my brain!

7.42916291155I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play

7.43016301156Hath, by the very cunning of the scene, confessed a murder

7.4311630.11157Committed long before.

7.43216381158This spirit that I have seen may be the devil,

7.43316411159And out of my weakness and my melancholy,

7.43416421160As he is very potent with such men,

7.43516431161Doth seek to damn me. I will have sounder proofs.

7.43616441162The play's the thing

7.43716451163Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

Lords, can you by no means find

8.216491166The cause of our son Hamlet's lunacy?

8.310311167You being so near in love, even from his youth,

8.41031.11168Methinks should gain more than a stranger should.

My lord, we have done all the best we could

8.61031.31170To wring from him the cause of all his grief,

8.716531171But still he puts us off, and by no means

8.816541172Would make an answer to that we exposed.

Yet was he something more inclined to mirth

8.1016681174Before we left him, and, I take it,

8.111175He hath given order for a play tonight,

8.1216711176At which he craves your highness' company.

With all our heart; it likes us very well.

8.1416741178Gentlemen, seek still to increase his mirth.

8.151674.11179Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open,

8.161674.21180And we unto yourselves will still be thankful.

In all we can, be sure you shall command.

Thanks, gentlemen, and what the Queen of Denmark

8.1910451183May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want.

We'll once again unto the noble prince.

Thanks to you both.

Thanks to you both. Gertred, you'll see this play?

My lord, I will, and it joys me at the soul

8.231187He is inclined to any kind of mirth.

Madam, I pray be ruled by me,

8.251189And, my good sovereign, give me leave to speak.

8.261674.31190We cannot yet find out the very ground

8.271674.41191Of his distemperance. Therefore

8.281674.51192I hold it meet, if so it please you,

8.291674.61193Else they shall not meet, and thus it is--

What is't, Corambis?

Marry, my good lord, this: soon, when the sports are done,

8.3218391196Madam, send you in haste to speak with him,

8.3318411197And I myself will stand behind the arras.

8.341198There question you the cause of all his grief,

8.351839.11199And then, in love and nature unto you, he'll tell you all.

8.361839.21200My lord, how think you on't?

It likes us well. Gertred, what say you?

With all my heart. Soon will I send for him.

Myself will be that happy messenger,

8.401845.31204Who hopes his grief will be revealed to her.

Pronounce me this speech trippingly o'the tongue 1207as I taught thee.

9.218501208Marry, an you mouth it, as a many of your players do,

9.318511209I'd rather hear a town bull bellow

9.41210Than such a fellow speak my lines.

9.518521211Nor do not saw the air thus with your hands,

9.618531212But give everything his action with temperance.

9.718561213Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig fellow

9.818571214To tear a passion in totters, into very rags,

9.918581215To split the ears of the ignorant, who for the

9.1018591216Most part are capable of nothing but dumb shows and noises.

9.1118601217I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant.

9.1218611218It out-Herods Herod.

My lord, we have indifferently reformed that 18851220among us.

The better, the better. Mend it altogether.

9.1518761222There be fellows that I have seen play,

9.1618771223And heard others commend them, and that highly too,

9.1718781224That, having neither the gait of Christian, pagan,

9.1818801225Nor Turk, have so strutted and bellowed

9.191226That you would ha' thought some of Nature's journeymen

9.2018811227Had made men, and not made them well,

9.2118821228They imitated humanity so abhominable.

9.2218621229Take heed, avoid it.

I warrant you, my lord.

And do you hear? Let not your Clown speak

9.2518871232More than is set down. There be of them, I can tell you,

9.2618881233That will laugh themselves, to set on some

9.2718891234Quantity of barren spectators to laugh with them,

9.2818901235Albeit there is some necessary point in the play

9.2918911236Then to be observed. Oh, 'tis vile, and shows

9.3018921237A pitiful ambition in the fool that useth it.

9.311892.11238And then you have some again that keeps one suit

9.321892.21239Of jests, as a man is known by one suit of

9.331892.31240Apparel, and gentlemen quotes his jests down

9.341892.41241In their tables before they come to the play, as thus:

9.351892.51242"Cannot you stay till I eat my porridge?" and "You owe me

9.361892.61243A quarter's wages," and "My coat wants a cullison,"

9.371892.71244And "Your beer is sour," and blabbering with his lips

9.381892.8 1245And thus keeping in his cinquepace of jests

9.391892.91246When, God knows, the warm Clown cannot make a jest

9.401892.101247Unless by chance, as the blind man catcheth a hare.

9.411892.111248Masters, tell him of it.

We will, my lord.

Well, go make you ready.

9.451903[Horatio!]

Here, my lord.

Horatio, thou art even as just a man

9.4819051253As e'er my conversation coped withal.

Oh, my lord!

Nay, why should I flatter thee?

9.5119101256Why should the poor be flattered?

9.5219081257What gain should I receive by flattering thee,

9.5319091258That nothing hath but thy good mind?

9.5419111259Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongues

9.5519121260To gloze with them that loves to hear their praise,

9.561912.11261And not with such as thou, Horatio.

9.5719261262There is a play tonight, wherein one scene they have

9.5819271263Comes very near the murder of my father.

9.5919291264When thou shalt see that act afoot,

9.6019311265Mark thou the King; do but observe his looks,

9.6119361266For I mine eyes will rivet to his face.

9.621267And if he do not bleach and change at that,

9.6319331268It is a damnèd ghost that we have seen.

9.641269Horatio, have a care; observe him well.

My lord, mine eyes shall still be on his face,

9.6619401271And not the smallest alteration

9.6719411272That shall appear in him but I shall note it.

Hark, they come.

How now, son Hamlet, how fare you? Shall we have a play?

I'faith, the chameleon's dish, not capon-crammed-- 19501277feed o'the air.

9.7119531278Ay, father! [To Corambis] My lord, you played in the university.

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

9.761284To kill so capital a calf.

9.7719611285Come, be these players ready?

Hamlet, come sit down by me.

No, by my faith, mother, here's a mettle more attractive.

9.8019661288[To Ofelia.] Lady, will you give me leave, and so forth,

9.811289To lay my head in your lap?

No, my lord.

Upon your lap. What, do you think I meant contrary matters?

What means this, my lord?

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.

9.901303Be not afeard to show, he'll not be afeard to tell.

9.911304Oh, these players cannot keep counsel. They'll tell all.

For us, and for our tragedy,

9.9320181306Here stooping to your clemency,

9.9420191307We beg your hearing patiently.

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--

9.9920281313Since happy time joined both our hearts as one.

9.1002028.11314And now the blood that filled my youthful veins

9.1012028.21315Runs weakly in their pipes, and all the strains

9.1022028.31316Of music, which whilom pleased mine ear,

9.1032028.41317Is now a burden that age cannot bear.

9.1042028.51318And therefore sweet Nature must pay his due.

9.10520401319To heaven must I, and leave the earth with you.

Oh, say not so, lest that you kill my heart!

9.1072040.21321When death takes you, let life from me depart!

Content thyself. When ended is my date,

9.10920431323Thou mayst perchance have a more noble mate,

9.1102043.11324More wise, more youthful, and one--

Oh, speak no more, for then I am accurst!

9.11220481326None weds the second but she kills the first.

9.11320521327A second time I kill my lord that's dead

9.11420531328When second husband kisses me in bed.

Oh, wormwood, wormwood!

I do believe you, sweet, what now you speak,

9.11720551331But what we do determine oft we break,

9.11820801332For our demises still are overthrown;

9.11920811333Our thought are ours, their end's none of our own.

9.12020821334So think you will no second husband wed,

9.12120831335But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

Both here and there pursue me lasting strife,

9.12320891337If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

If she should break now!

'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile.

9.12620931340My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile

9.1272094 The 1341 tedious time with sleep.

Sleep rock thy brain,

9.12920961343And never come mischance between us twain!

Madam, how do you like this play?

The lady protests too much.

Oh, but she'll keep her word.

Have you heard the argument? Is there no offense 21011348in it?

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

9.13721061352The image of a murder done in Guiana. Albertus

9.13821071353Was the duke's name, his wife Baptista.

9.13921081354Father, it is a knavish piece o'work, but what

9.1401355O' that? It toucheth not us, you and I that have free

9.14121101356Souls. Let the galled jade wince. This is one

9.14221121357Lucianus, nephew to the King.

Y'are as good as a chorus, my lord.

I could interpret the love you bear, if I saw the 21151360poopies dallying.

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,

9.14919841367For I'll have a suit of sables. Jesus, two months dead,

9.15019851368And not forgotten yet? Nay, then, there's some

9.15119861369Likelihood a gentleman's death may outlive memory.

9.15219871370But, by my faith, he must build churches, then,

9.1531371Or else he must follow the old epitithe:

9.15419891372"With ho, with ho, the hobby-horse is forgot."

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!

9.16021211377Begin. A pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin.

9.16121221378Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,

9.16321261380Confederate season, else no creature seeing,

9.16421271381Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,

9.16521281382With Hecate's bane thrice blasted, thrice infected,

9.16621291383Thy natural magic and dire property

9.16721301384One wholesome life usurps immediately.

He poisons him for his estate.

Lights! I will to bed.

The King rises. Lights, ho!

What, frighted with false fires?

9.17221431390Then let the stricken deer go weep,

9.17321441391The heart ungallèd play,

9.17421451392For some must laugh, while some must weep;

9.17521461393Thus runs the world away.

The King is moved, my lord.

Ay, Horatio, I'll take the Ghost's word

9.17821591396for more than all the coin in Denmark.

Now, my lord, how is't with you?

An if the King like not the tragedy,

9.18121661400Why, then, belike he likes it not, perdy.

We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant.

9.1832166.21402My good lord, let us again entreat

9.1841403To know of you the ground and cause of your distemperature.

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.

9.1931412'Tis but stopping of these holes,

9.19422291413And with a little breath from your lips

9.19522301414it will give most delicate music.

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!

9.20022351419You would seem to know my stops, you would play upon me,

9.20122361420You would search the very inward part of my heart

9.20222371421And dive into the secret of my soul.

9.20322401422Zounds, do you think I am easier to be played

9.20422411423On than a pipe? Call me what instrument

9.2051424You will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot

9.20622421425Play upon me. Besides, to be demanded by a sponge--

How, a sponge, my lord?

Ay, sir, a sponge, that soaks up the King's

9.2091428Countenance, favors, and rewards, that makes

9.21026461429His liberality your storehouse. But such as you

9.2111430Do the King, in the end, best service;

9.21226471431For he doth keep you as an ape doth nuts,

9.21326481432In the corner of his jaw: first mouths you,

9.2141433Then swallows you. So, when he hath need

9.21526491434Of you, 'tis but squeezing of you,

9.21626501435And, sponge, you shall be dry again, you shall.

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.

Why then, tell my mother I'll come by and by.

9.2272254.11448Good night, Horatio.

Good night unto your lordship.

My mother! She hath sent to speak with me.

9.23022641451O God, let ne'er the heart of Nero enter

9.23122651452This soft bosom.

9.23222661453Let me be cruel, not unnatural.

9.23322671454I will speak daggers. Those sharp words being spent,

9.23422701455To do her wrong my soul shall ne'er consent.

Oh, that this wet that falls upon my face

10.223221458Would wash the crime clear from my conscience!

10.323261459When I look up to heaven, I see my trespass;

10.42326.11460The earth doth still cry out upon my fact.

10.523141461Pay me the murder of a brother and a king,

10.62314.11462And the adulterous fault I have committed:

10.723291463Oh, these are sins that are unpardonable!

10.82329.11464Why, say thy sins were blacker than is jet,

10.91465Yet may contrition make them as white as snow.

10.101466Ay, but still to persever in a sin,

10.111467It is an act 'gainst the universal power.

10.1223461468Most wretched man, stoop, bend thee to thy prayer,

10.1323451469Ask grace of heaven to keep thee from despair.

[Drawing his sword.] Ay so. Come forth and work thy last.

10.1523521472And thus he dies; and so am I revenged.

10.1623561473No, not so. He took my father sleeping, his sins brim full.

10.1723581474And how his soul stood to the state of heaven,

10.181475Who knows, save the immortal powers?

10.1923601476And shall I kill him now,

10.2023611477When he is purging of his soul,

10.2123551478Making his way for heaven? This is a benefit,

10.221479And not revenge. No, get thee up again.

10.2323641480When he's at game, swearing, taking his carouse, drinking drunk,

10.2423651481Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed,

10.2523661482Or at some act that hath no relish

10.2623671483Of salvation in't, then trip him,

10.2723681484That his heels may kick at heaven

10.2823691485And fall as low as hell. My mother stays.

10.2923711486This physic but prolongs thy weary days.

My words fly up, my sins remain below.

10.312372.11488No King on earth is safe, if God's his foe.

Madam, I hear young Hamlet coming.

11.223791491I'll shroud myself behind the arras.

Do so, my lord.

[Offstage] Mother, mother!

Oh, are you here?

11.523851494How is't with you, mother?

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?

How now, mother! Come here, sit down, for you 23961501shall hear me speak.

What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?

11.1324021503Help, ho!

[Behind the arras] Help for the Queen!

Ay, a rat! Dead, for a ducat!

11.1624131506Rash intruding fool, farewell.

11.1724141507I took thee for thy better.

Hamlet, what hast thou done?

Not so much harm, good mother,

11.2024101510As to kill a king and marry with his brother.

How! Kill a king!

Ay, a king. Nay, sit you down, and, ere you part,

11.2324181513If you be made of penetrable stuff,

11.2424171514I'll make your eyes look down into your heart

11.2524661515And see how horrid there and black it shows.

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

Why, this I mean.

See here, behold this picture.

11.282437.11518It is the portraiture of your deceasèd husband.

11.2924411519See here a face to outface Mars himself,

11.301520An eye at which his foes did tremble at,

11.3124401521A front wherein all virtues are set down

11.322440.11522For to adorn a king and guild his crown,

11.337361523Whose heart went hand in hand even with that vow

11.347371524He made to you in marriage; and he is dead.

11.3524471525Murd'red, damnably murd'red. This was your husband.

11.361526Look you now, here is your husband,

11.372447.11527With a face like Vulcan.

11.382447.21528A look fit for a murder and a rape,

11.392447.31529A dull, dead, hanging look, and a hell-bred eye,

11.402447.41530To affright children and amaze the world.

11.4124501531And this same have you left to change with this.

11.4224551532What devil thus hath cozened you at hob-man blind?

11.4324491533Ah! Have you eyes, and can you look on him

11.442449.11534That slew my father and your dear husband,

11.4524691535To live in the incestuous pleasure of his bed?

Oh, Hamlet, speak no more!

To leave him that bare a monarch's mind

11.4824831538For a king of clouts, of very shreds?

Sweet Hamlet, cease!

Nay, but still to persist and dwell in sin,

11.511541To sweat under the yoke of infamy,

11.522469.11542To make increase of shame, to seal damnation--

Hamlet, no more.

Why, appetite with you is in the wane;

11.552453.11545Your blood runs backward now from whence it came.

11.5624591546Who'll chide hot blood within a virgin's heart

11.5724581547When lust shall dwell within a matron's breast?

Hamlet, thou cleaves my heart in twain.

Oh, throw away the worser part of it,

11.602542And keep the>1550better.

11.6124841552Save me, save me, you gracious

11.621553Powers above, and hover over me

11.631554With your celestial wings!--

11.6424871555Do you not come your tardy son to chide,

11.6524881556That I thus long have let revenge slip by?

11.6625081557Oh, do not glare with looks so pitiful,

11.6725091558Lest that my heart of stone yield to compassion,

11.6825101559And every part that should assist revenge

11.691560Forgo their proper powers and fall to pity!

Hamlet, I once again appear to thee

11.7124911562To put thee in remembrance of my death.

11.722491.11563Do not neglect, nor long time put it off.

11.732491.21564But I perceive by thy distracted looks

11.7424921565Thy mother's fearful, and she stands amazed.

11.7524941566Speak to her, Hamlet, for her sex is weak.

11.7624931567Comfort thy mother, Hamlet, think on me.

How is't with you, lady?

Nay, how is't with you

11.7924981570That thus you bend your eyes on vacancy,

11.8024991571And hold discourse with nothing but with air?

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

11.8625061577As he lived. Look you how pale he looks!

11.8725191578See how he steals away out of the portal!

11.881579Look, there he goes!

Alas, it is the weakness of thy brain,

11.902520.11581Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy heart's grief.

11.912520.21582But, as I have a soul, I swear by heaven

11.922520.31583I never knew of this most horrid murder.

11.9325211584But Hamlet, this is only fantasy,

11.942521.11585And, for my love forget these idle fits.

Idle? No, mother, my pulse doth beat like yours.

11.9625241587It is not madness that possesseth Hamlet.

11.977081588O mother, if ever you did my dear father love,

11.9825431589Forbear the adulterous bed tonight,

11.9925451590And win yourself by little as you may.

11.1002545.11591In time it may be you will loathe him quite.

11.1012545.21592And, mother, but assist me in revenge,

11.1022545.31593And in his death your infamy shall die.

Hamlet, I vow, by that Majesty

11.1042573.11595That knows our thoughts and looks into our hearts,

11.10525741596I will conceal, consent, and do my best,

11.1062574.11597What stratagem soe'er thou shalt devise.

It is enough. Mother, good night.--

11.10825811599Come, sir, I'll provide for you a grave,

11.10925821600Who was in life a foolish, prating knave.

Now Gertred, what says our son? How do you 1604find him?

Alas, my lord, as raging as the sea.

11.1122593.11606Whenas he came, I first bespake him fair,

11.1132593.21607But then he throws and tosses me about,

11.11423921608As one forgetting that I was his mother.

11.1152392.11609At last I called for help, and, as I cried, Corambis

11.11625961610Called. Which Hamlet no sooner heard but whips me

11.1171611Out his rapier, and cries, "A rat, a rat!" and in his rage

11.11825971612The good old man he kills.

Why, this his madness will undo our state.

11.12026241614Lords, go to him, inquire the body out.

We will, my lord.

Gertred, your son shall presently to England.

11.12326171617His shipping is already furnishèd,

11.1242617.11618And we have sent by Rossencraft and Gilderstone

11.1252617.21619Our letters to our dear brother of England

11.1262617.31620For Hamlet's welfare and his happiness.

11.12718281621Haply the air and climate of the country

11.1281828.11622May please him better than his native home.

11.1291828.21623See where he comes.

My lord, we can by no means

11.13126751626Know of him where the body is.

Now, son Hamlet, where is this dead body?

At supper, not where he is eating, but

11.13426851629Where he is eaten; a certain company of politic worms 26861630are even now at him.

11.13526881631Father, your fat king and your lean beggar

11.13626891632Are but variable services: two dishes to one mess.

11.1372690.21633Look you, a man may fish with that worm

11.1381634That hath eaten of a king,

11.1392690.31635And a beggar eat that fish

11.1401636Which that worm hath caught.

What of this?

Nothing, father, but to tell you, how a king

11.1431639May go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

But son Hamlet, where is this body?

In heav'n. If you chance to miss him there,

11.14626961642Father, you had best look in the other parts below

11.14726971643For him, and if you cannot find him there

11.1481644You may chance to nose him as you go up the lobby.

[To a Lord] Make haste and find him out.

[To the Lord, as he exits] Nay, do you hear? Do not make too much haste.

11.15127001647I'll warrant you he'll stay till you come.

Well, son Hamlet, we, in care of you, but specially

11.1531649In tender preservation of your health,

11.1542701.11650The which we price even as our proper self,

11.15527031651It is our mind you forthwith go for England.

11.15627051652The wind sits fair. You shall aboard tonight.

11.15727061653Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall go along with you.

Oh, with all my heart. Farewell, mother.

Your loving father, Hamlet.

My mother, I say. You married my mother,

11.16127161657My mother is your wife; man and wife is one flesh;

11.1621658And so, my mother, farewell. For England, ho!

Gertred, leave me,

11.1642717.21661And take your leave of Hamlet.

11.1652717.31662To England is he gone, ne'er to return.

11.16627291663Our letters are unto the King of England,

11.16727271664That, on the sight of them, on his allegiance,

11.1682727.11665He presently, without demanding why,

11.16927301666That Hamlet lose his head, for he must die.

11.1702730.11667There's more in him than shallow eyes can see.

11.1712730.21668He once being dead, why then our state is free.

Captain, from us go greet

12.21671The King of Denmark.

12.327361672Tell him that Fortenbrasse, nephew to old Norway,

12.427371673Craves a free pass and conduct over his land,

12.52737.11674According to the articles agreed on.

12.627381675You know our rendezvous. Go, march away!

Hamlet is shipped for England. Fare him well.

13.22738.31678I hope to hear good news from thence ere long,

13.32738.41679If everything fall out to our content,

13.42738.51680As I do make no doubt but so it shall.

God grant it may. Heav'ns keep my Hamlet safe!

13.628201682But this mischance of old Corambis' death

13.728211683Hath piercèd so the young Ofelia's heart

13.828221684That she, poor maid, is quite bereft her wits.

Alas, dear heart! And on the other side

13.1028251686We understand her brother's come from France,

13.112825.11687And he hath half the heart of all our land;

13.1228281688And hardly he'll forget his father's death

13.132828.11689Unless by some means he be pacified.

Oh, see where the young Ofelia is!