And can you by no drift of conference

3.1.216491569Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

3.1.316501570Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

3.1.416511571With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

He does confess he feels himself distracted,

3.1.616531573But from what cause, 'a will by no means speak.

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

3.1.816551575But with a crafty madness keeps aloof

3.1.916561576When we would bring him on to some confession

3.1.1016571577Of his true state.

Did he receive you well?

Most like a gentleman.

But with much forcing of his disposition.

Niggard of question, but of our demands

3.1.1516621582Most free in his reply.

Did you assay him to any pastime?

Madam, it so fell out that certain players

3.1.1816651585We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,

3.1.1916661586And there did seem in him a kind of joy

3.1.2016671587To hear of it. They are here about the court,

3.1.2116681588And, as I think, they have already order

3.1.2216691589This night to play before him.

This night to play before him. 16701590Polonius 'Tis most true,

3.1.2316711591And he beseeched me to entreat your majesties

3.1.2416721592To hear and see the matter.

With all my heart,1594and it doth much content me

3.1.2616741595To hear him so inclined.

3.1.271596Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

3.1.2816751597And drive his purpose into these delights.

We shall, my lord.

We shall, my lord. Sweet Gertrard, leave us two,

3.1.3016791600For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,

3.1.3116801601That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

3.1.3216811602Affront Ophelia. Her father and myself,

3.1.3316821603We'll so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,

3.1.3416831604We may of their encounter frankly judge,

3.1.3516841605And gather by him, as he is behaved,

3.1.3616851606If't be th'affliction of his love or no

3.1.3716861607That thus he suffers for.

That thus he suffers for. I shall obey you.

3.1.3816881609And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

3.1.3916891610That your good beauties be the happy cause

3.1.4016901611Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues

3.1.4116911612Will bring him to his wonted way again,

3.1.4216921613To both your honors.

To both your honors. Madam, I wish it may.

Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious, so please you,

3.1.4416951616We will bestow ourselves. [To Ophelia, as he gives her a book] Read on this book,

3.1.4516961617That show of such an exercise may color

3.1.4616971618Your lowliness. We are oft too blame in this,

3.1.4716981619 'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage

3.1.4816991620And pious action we do sugar o'er

3.1.4917001621The devil himself.

The devil himself. [Aside] Oh, 'tis too true!

3.1.5017021623How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!

3.1.5117031624The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,

3.1.5217041625Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it

3.1.5317051626Than is my deed to my most painted word.

3.1.5417061627Oh, heavy burden!

I hear him coming. Withdraw, my lord.

To be, or not to be, that is the question,

3.1.5717111631Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

3.1.5817121632The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

3.1.5917131633Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

3.1.6017141634And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

3.1.6117151635No more--and by a sleep to say we end

3.1.6217161636The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

3.1.6317171637That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation

3.1.6417181638Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;

3.1.6517191639To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,

3.1.6617201640For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

3.1.6717211641When we have shuffled off this mortal coil

3.1.6817221642Must give us pause. There's the respect

3.1.6917231643That makes calamity of so long life.

3.1.7017241644For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

3.1.7117251645Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

3.1.7217261646The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

3.1.7317271647The insolence of office, and the spurns

3.1.7417281648That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,

3.1.7517291649When he himself might his quietus make

3.1.7617301650With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

3.1.7717311651To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

3.1.7817321652But that the dread of something after death,

3.1.7917331653The undiscovered country from whose bourn

3.1.8017341654No traveler returns, puzzles the will,

3.1.8117351655And makes us rather bear those ills we have

3.1.8217361656Than fly to others that we know not of.

3.1.8317371657Thus conscience does make cowards,

3.1.8417381658And thus the native hue of resolution

3.1.8517391659Is sickl[i]ed o'er with the pale cast of thought,

3.1.8617401660And enterprises of great pitch and moment

3.1.8717411661With this regard their currents turn awry

3.1.8817421662And lose the name of action. Soft you now,

3.1.8917431663The fair Ophelia!--Nymph, in thy orisons

3.1.9017441664Be all my sins remembered.

Be all my sins remembered. Good my lord,

3.1.9117461666How does your honor for this many a day?

I humbly thank you well.

My lord, I have remembrances of yours

3.1.9417491669That I have longèd long to redeliver.

3.1.9517501670I pray you now receive them.

No, not I. I never gave you aught.

My honored lord, you know right well you did,

3.1.9817531673And with them words of so sweet breath composed

3.1.9917541674As made these things more rich. Their perfume lost,

3.1.10017551675Take these again, for to the noble mind

3.1.10117561676Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind,

3.1.10217571677There, my lord.

Ha, ha! Are you honest?

My lord?

Are you fair?

What means your lordship?

That if you be honest and fair, you should admit 17631683no discourse to your beauty.

Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce 17651685than with honesty?

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform 17671687honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can 17681688translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the 17691689time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so 17731692evocutate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.

I was the more deceived.

Get thee [to] a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of 17771695sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of 17781696such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am 17791697very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck 17811698than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, 17821699or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling 17831700between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves; believe none of us.17841701Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?

At home, my lord.

Let the doors be shut upon him, 1704that he may 1788play the fool nowhere but in's own house. 1705Farewell.

Oh, help him, you sweet heavens!

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy 17911708dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape 17921709calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, 17931710marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you 17951711make of them. To a nunnery go, and quickly too. Farewell.

Heavenly powers restore him!

I have heard of your paintings well enough. God hath 17991714given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig and 18001715amble, and you lisp, you nickname God's creatures, and make your 18011716wantonness ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. 18031717I say we will have no mo marriage. Those that are married already, all 18041718but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

3.1.12118071720The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,

3.1.12218081721Th'expectation and rose of the fair state,

3.1.12318091722The glass of fashion and the mold of form,

3.1.12418101723Th'observed of all observers, quite, quite down,

3.1.12518111724And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,

3.1.12618121725That sucked the honey of his musicked vows,

3.1.12718131726Now see what noble and most sovereign reason

3.1.12818141727Like sweet bells jangled out of time, and harsh,

3.1.12918151728That unmatched form and stature of blown youth

3.1.13018161729Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me

3.1.13118171730T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Love? His affections do not that way tend,

3.1.13318201733Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,

3.1.13418211734Was not like madness. There's something in his soul

3.1.13518221735O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,

3.1.13618231736And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose

3.1.13718241737Will be some danger; which for to prevent,

3.1.13818251738I have in quick determination

3.1.13918261739Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,

3.1.14018271740For the demand of our neglected tribute.

3.1.14118281741Haply the seas, and countries different,

3.1.14218291742With variable objects, shall expel

3.1.14318301743This something-settled matter in his heart,

3.1.14418311744Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

3.1.14518321745From fashion of himself. What think you on't?

It shall do well. But yet do I believe

3.1.14718341748the origin and commencement of his grief

3.1.14818351749Sprung from neglected love.--How now, Ophelia?

3.1.14918361750You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,

3.1.15018371751We heard it all.--My lord, do as you please,

3.1.15118381752But if you hold it fit, after the play

3.1.15218391753Let his queen-mother all alone entreat him

3.1.15318401754To show his grief. Let her be round with him,

3.1.15418411755And I'll be placed (so please you) in the ear

3.1.15518421756Of all their conference. If she find him not,

3.1.15618431757To England send him, or confine him where

3.1.15718441758Your wisdom best shall think.

Your wisdom best shall think. It shall be so;

3.1.15818461760Madness in great ones must not unmatched go.