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.