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.