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+ HAMLET
+
+
+ DRAMATIS PERSONAE
+
+
+CLAUDIUS king of Denmark. (KING CLAUDIUS:)
+
+HAMLET son to the late, and nephew to the present king.
+
+POLONIUS lord chamberlain. (LORD POLONIUS:)
+
+HORATIO friend to Hamlet.
+
+LAERTES son to Polonius.
+
+LUCIANUS nephew to the king.
+
+
+VOLTIMAND |
+ |
+CORNELIUS |
+ |
+ROSENCRANTZ | courtiers.
+ |
+GUILDENSTERN |
+ |
+OSRIC |
+
+
+ A Gentleman, (Gentlemen:)
+
+ A Priest. (First Priest:)
+
+
+MARCELLUS |
+ | officers.
+BERNARDO |
+
+
+FRANCISCO a soldier.
+
+REYNALDO servant to Polonius.
+ Players.
+ (First Player:)
+ (Player King:)
+ (Player Queen:)
+
+ Two Clowns, grave-diggers.
+ (First Clown:)
+ (Second Clown:)
+
+FORTINBRAS prince of Norway. (PRINCE FORTINBRAS:)
+
+ A Captain.
+
+ English Ambassadors. (First Ambassador:)
+
+GERTRUDE queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet.
+ (QUEEN GERTRUDE:)
+
+OPHELIA daughter to Polonius.
+
+ Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers,
+ and other Attendants. (Lord:)
+ (First Sailor:)
+ (Messenger:)
+
+ Ghost of Hamlet's Father. (Ghost:)
+
+
+
+SCENE Denmark.
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE I Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
+
+
+ [FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO]
+
+BERNARDO Who's there?
+
+FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
+
+BERNARDO Long live the king!
+
+FRANCISCO Bernardo?
+
+BERNARDO He.
+
+FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.
+
+BERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
+
+FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
+ And I am sick at heart.
+
+BERNARDO Have you had quiet guard?
+
+FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.
+
+BERNARDO Well, good night.
+ If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
+ The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
+
+FRANCISCO I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
+
+ [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS]
+
+HORATIO Friends to this ground.
+
+MARCELLUS And liegemen to the Dane.
+
+FRANCISCO Give you good night.
+
+MARCELLUS O, farewell, honest soldier:
+ Who hath relieved you?
+
+FRANCISCO Bernardo has my place.
+ Give you good night.
+
+ [Exit]
+
+MARCELLUS Holla! Bernardo!
+
+BERNARDO Say,
+ What, is Horatio there?
+
+HORATIO A piece of him.
+
+BERNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
+
+MARCELLUS What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
+
+BERNARDO I have seen nothing.
+
+MARCELLUS Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
+ And will not let belief take hold of him
+ Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
+ Therefore I have entreated him along
+ With us to watch the minutes of this night;
+ That if again this apparition come,
+ He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
+
+HORATIO Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
+
+BERNARDO Sit down awhile;
+ And let us once again assail your ears,
+ That are so fortified against our story
+ What we have two nights seen.
+
+HORATIO Well, sit we down,
+ And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
+
+BERNARDO Last night of all,
+ When yond same star that's westward from the pole
+ Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
+ Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
+ The bell then beating one,--
+
+ [Enter Ghost]
+
+MARCELLUS Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
+
+BERNARDO In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
+
+MARCELLUS Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
+
+BERNARDO Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
+
+HORATIO Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
+
+BERNARDO It would be spoke to.
+
+MARCELLUS Question it, Horatio.
+
+HORATIO What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
+ Together with that fair and warlike form
+ In which the majesty of buried Denmark
+ Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
+
+MARCELLUS It is offended.
+
+BERNARDO See, it stalks away!
+
+HORATIO Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
+
+ [Exit Ghost]
+
+MARCELLUS 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
+
+BERNARDO How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
+ Is not this something more than fantasy?
+ What think you on't?
+
+HORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe
+ Without the sensible and true avouch
+ Of mine own eyes.
+
+MARCELLUS Is it not like the king?
+
+HORATIO As thou art to thyself:
+ Such was the very armour he had on
+ When he the ambitious Norway combated;
+ So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
+ He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
+ 'Tis strange.
+
+MARCELLUS Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
+ With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
+
+HORATIO In what particular thought to work I know not;
+ But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
+ This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
+
+MARCELLUS Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
+ Why this same strict and most observant watch
+ So nightly toils the subject of the land,
+ And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
+ And foreign mart for implements of war;
+ Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
+ Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
+ What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
+ Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
+ Who is't that can inform me?
+
+HORATIO That can I;
+ At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
+ Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
+ Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
+ Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
+ Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
+ For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
+ Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
+ Well ratified by law and heraldry,
+ Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
+ Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
+ Against the which, a moiety competent
+ Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
+ To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
+ Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
+ And carriage of the article design'd,
+ His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
+ Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
+ Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
+ Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
+ For food and diet, to some enterprise
+ That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
+ As it doth well appear unto our state--
+ But to recover of us, by strong hand
+ And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
+ So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
+ Is the main motive of our preparations,
+ The source of this our watch and the chief head
+ Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
+
+BERNARDO I think it be no other but e'en so:
+ Well may it sort that this portentous figure
+ Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
+ That was and is the question of these wars.
+
+HORATIO A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
+ In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
+ A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
+ The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
+ Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
+ As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
+ Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
+ Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
+ Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
+ And even the like precurse of fierce events,
+ As harbingers preceding still the fates
+ And prologue to the omen coming on,
+ Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
+ Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
+ But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
+
+ [Re-enter Ghost]
+
+ I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
+ If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
+ Speak to me:
+ If there be any good thing to be done,
+ That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
+ Speak to me:
+
+ [Cock crows]
+
+ If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
+ Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
+ Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
+ Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
+ For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
+ Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
+
+MARCELLUS Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
+
+HORATIO Do, if it will not stand.
+
+BERNARDO 'Tis here!
+
+HORATIO 'Tis here!
+
+MARCELLUS 'Tis gone!
+
+ [Exit Ghost]
+
+ We do it wrong, being so majestical,
+ To offer it the show of violence;
+ For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
+ And our vain blows malicious mockery.
+
+BERNARDO It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
+
+HORATIO And then it started like a guilty thing
+ Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
+ The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
+ Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
+ Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
+ Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
+ The extravagant and erring spirit hies
+ To his confine: and of the truth herein
+ This present object made probation.
+
+MARCELLUS It faded on the crowing of the cock.
+ Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
+ Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
+ The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
+ And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
+ The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
+ No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
+ So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
+
+HORATIO So have I heard and do in part believe it.
+ But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
+ Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
+ Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
+ Let us impart what we have seen to-night
+ Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
+ This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
+ Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
+ As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
+
+MARCELLUS Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
+ Where we shall find him most conveniently.
+
+ [Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE II A room of state in the castle.
+
+
+ [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET,
+ POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords,
+ and Attendants]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
+ The memory be green, and that it us befitted
+ To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
+ To be contracted in one brow of woe,
+ Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
+ That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
+ Together with remembrance of ourselves.
+ Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
+ The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
+ Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--
+ With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
+ With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
+ In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--
+ Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
+ Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
+ With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
+ Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
+ Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
+ Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
+ Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
+ Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
+ He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
+ Importing the surrender of those lands
+ Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
+ To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
+ Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
+ Thus much the business is: we have here writ
+ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--
+ Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
+ Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress
+ His further gait herein; in that the levies,
+ The lists and full proportions, are all made
+ Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
+ You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
+ For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
+ Giving to you no further personal power
+ To business with the king, more than the scope
+ Of these delated articles allow.
+ Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
+
+
+CORNELIUS |
+ | In that and all things will we show our duty.
+VOLTIMAND |
+
+
+KING CLAUDIUS We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
+
+ [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
+
+ And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
+ You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
+ You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
+ And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
+ That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
+ The head is not more native to the heart,
+ The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
+ Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
+ What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
+
+LAERTES My dread lord,
+ Your leave and favour to return to France;
+ From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
+ To show my duty in your coronation,
+ Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
+ My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
+ And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
+
+LORD POLONIUS He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
+ By laboursome petition, and at last
+ Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
+ I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
+ And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
+ But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--
+
+HAMLET [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
+
+HAMLET Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
+ And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
+ Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
+ Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
+ Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
+ Passing through nature to eternity.
+
+HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE If it be,
+ Why seems it so particular with thee?
+
+HAMLET Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
+ 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
+ Nor customary suits of solemn black,
+ Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
+ No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
+ Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
+ Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
+ That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
+ For they are actions that a man might play:
+ But I have that within which passeth show;
+ These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
+ To give these mourning duties to your father:
+ But, you must know, your father lost a father;
+ That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
+ In filial obligation for some term
+ To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
+ In obstinate condolement is a course
+ Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
+ It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
+ A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
+ An understanding simple and unschool'd:
+ For what we know must be and is as common
+ As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
+ Why should we in our peevish opposition
+ Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
+ A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
+ To reason most absurd: whose common theme
+ Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
+ From the first corse till he that died to-day,
+ 'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
+ This unprevailing woe, and think of us
+ As of a father: for let the world take note,
+ You are the most immediate to our throne;
+ And with no less nobility of love
+ Than that which dearest father bears his son,
+ Do I impart toward you. For your intent
+ In going back to school in Wittenberg,
+ It is most retrograde to our desire:
+ And we beseech you, bend you to remain
+ Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
+ Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
+ I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
+
+HAMLET I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
+ Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
+ This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
+ Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
+ No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
+ But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
+ And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
+ Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
+
+ [Exeunt all but HAMLET]
+
+HAMLET O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
+ Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
+ Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
+ His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
+ How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
+ Seem to me all the uses of this world!
+ Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
+ That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
+ Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
+ But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
+ So excellent a king; that was, to this,
+ Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
+ That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
+ Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
+ Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
+ As if increase of appetite had grown
+ By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
+ Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
+ A little month, or ere those shoes were old
+ With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
+ Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
+ O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
+ Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
+ My father's brother, but no more like my father
+ Than I to Hercules: within a month:
+ Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
+ Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
+ She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
+ With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
+ It is not nor it cannot come to good:
+ But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
+
+ [Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO]
+
+HORATIO Hail to your lordship!
+
+HAMLET I am glad to see you well:
+ Horatio,--or I do forget myself.
+
+HORATIO The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
+
+HAMLET Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
+ And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
+
+MARCELLUS My good lord--
+
+HAMLET I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
+ But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
+
+HORATIO A truant disposition, good my lord.
+
+HAMLET I would not hear your enemy say so,
+ Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
+ To make it truster of your own report
+ Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
+ But what is your affair in Elsinore?
+ We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
+
+HORATIO My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
+
+HAMLET I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
+ I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
+
+HORATIO Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
+
+HAMLET Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
+ Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
+ Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
+ Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
+ My father!--methinks I see my father.
+
+HORATIO Where, my lord?
+
+HAMLET In my mind's eye, Horatio.
+
+HORATIO I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
+
+HAMLET He was a man, take him for all in all,
+ I shall not look upon his like again.
+
+HORATIO My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
+
+HAMLET Saw? who?
+
+HORATIO My lord, the king your father.
+
+HAMLET The king my father!
+
+HORATIO Season your admiration for awhile
+ With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
+ Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
+ This marvel to you.
+
+HAMLET For God's love, let me hear.
+
+HORATIO Two nights together had these gentlemen,
+ Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
+ In the dead vast and middle of the night,
+ Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
+ Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
+ Appears before them, and with solemn march
+ Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
+ By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
+ Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
+ Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
+ Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
+ In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
+ And I with them the third night kept the watch;
+ Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
+ Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
+ The apparition comes: I knew your father;
+ These hands are not more like.
+
+HAMLET But where was this?
+
+MARCELLUS My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
+
+HAMLET Did you not speak to it?
+
+HORATIO My lord, I did;
+ But answer made it none: yet once methought
+ It lifted up its head and did address
+ Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
+ But even then the morning cock crew loud,
+ And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
+ And vanish'd from our sight.
+
+HAMLET 'Tis very strange.
+
+HORATIO As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
+ And we did think it writ down in our duty
+ To let you know of it.
+
+HAMLET Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
+ Hold you the watch to-night?
+
+
+MARCELLUS |
+ | We do, my lord.
+BERNARDO |
+
+
+HAMLET Arm'd, say you?
+
+
+MARCELLUS |
+ | Arm'd, my lord.
+BERNARDO |
+
+
+HAMLET From top to toe?
+
+
+MARCELLUS |
+ | My lord, from head to foot.
+BERNARDO |
+
+
+HAMLET Then saw you not his face?
+
+HORATIO O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
+
+HAMLET What, look'd he frowningly?
+
+HORATIO A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
+
+HAMLET Pale or red?
+
+HORATIO Nay, very pale.
+
+HAMLET And fix'd his eyes upon you?
+
+HORATIO Most constantly.
+
+HAMLET I would I had been there.
+
+HORATIO It would have much amazed you.
+
+HAMLET Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
+
+HORATIO While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
+
+
+MARCELLUS |
+ | Longer, longer.
+BERNARDO |
+
+
+HORATIO Not when I saw't.
+
+HAMLET His beard was grizzled--no?
+
+HORATIO It was, as I have seen it in his life,
+ A sable silver'd.
+
+HAMLET I will watch to-night;
+ Perchance 'twill walk again.
+
+HORATIO I warrant it will.
+
+HAMLET If it assume my noble father's person,
+ I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
+ And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
+ If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
+ Let it be tenable in your silence still;
+ And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
+ Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
+ I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
+ Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
+ I'll visit you.
+
+All Our duty to your honour.
+
+HAMLET Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
+
+ [Exeunt all but HAMLET]
+
+ My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
+ I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
+ Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
+ Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
+
+ [Exit]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE III A room in Polonius' house.
+
+
+ [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA]
+
+LAERTES My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
+ And, sister, as the winds give benefit
+ And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
+ But let me hear from you.
+
+OPHELIA Do you doubt that?
+
+LAERTES For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
+ Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
+ A violet in the youth of primy nature,
+ Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
+ The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
+
+OPHELIA No more but so?
+
+LAERTES Think it no more;
+ For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
+ In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
+ The inward service of the mind and soul
+ Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
+ And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
+ The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
+ His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
+ For he himself is subject to his birth:
+ He may not, as unvalued persons do,
+ Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
+ The safety and health of this whole state;
+ And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
+ Unto the voice and yielding of that body
+ Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
+ It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
+ As he in his particular act and place
+ May give his saying deed; which is no further
+ Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
+ Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
+ If with too credent ear you list his songs,
+ Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
+ To his unmaster'd importunity.
+ Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
+ And keep you in the rear of your affection,
+ Out of the shot and danger of desire.
+ The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
+ If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
+ Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
+ The canker galls the infants of the spring,
+ Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
+ And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
+ Contagious blastments are most imminent.
+ Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
+ Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
+
+OPHELIA I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
+ As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
+ Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
+ Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
+ Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
+ Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
+ And recks not his own rede.
+
+LAERTES O, fear me not.
+ I stay too long: but here my father comes.
+
+ [Enter POLONIUS]
+
+ A double blessing is a double grace,
+ Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
+ The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
+ And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
+ And these few precepts in thy memory
+ See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
+ Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
+ Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+ Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
+ Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
+ But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
+ Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
+ Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
+ Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
+ Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
+ Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
+ Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+ But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+ For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
+ And they in France of the best rank and station
+ Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
+ Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
+ For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
+ And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
+ This above all: to thine ownself be true,
+ And it must follow, as the night the day,
+ Thou canst not then be false to any man.
+ Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
+
+LAERTES Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
+
+LAERTES Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
+ What I have said to you.
+
+OPHELIA 'Tis in my memory lock'd,
+ And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
+
+LAERTES Farewell.
+
+ [Exit]
+
+LORD POLONIUS What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
+
+OPHELIA So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Marry, well bethought:
+ 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
+ Given private time to you; and you yourself
+ Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
+ If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
+ And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
+ You do not understand yourself so clearly
+ As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
+ What is between you? give me up the truth.
+
+OPHELIA He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
+ Of his affection to me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
+ Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
+ Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
+
+OPHELIA I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
+ That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
+ Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
+ Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
+ Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
+
+OPHELIA My lord, he hath importuned me with love
+ In honourable fashion.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
+
+OPHELIA And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
+ With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
+ When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
+ Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
+ Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
+ Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
+ You must not take for fire. From this time
+ Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
+ Set your entreatments at a higher rate
+ Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
+ Believe so much in him, that he is young
+ And with a larger tether may he walk
+ Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
+ Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
+ Not of that dye which their investments show,
+ But mere implorators of unholy suits,
+ Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
+ The better to beguile. This is for all:
+ I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
+ Have you so slander any moment leisure,
+ As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
+ Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
+
+OPHELIA I shall obey, my lord.
+
+ [Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE IV The platform.
+
+
+ [Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS]
+
+HAMLET The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
+
+HORATIO It is a nipping and an eager air.
+
+HAMLET What hour now?
+
+HORATIO I think it lacks of twelve.
+
+HAMLET No, it is struck.
+
+HORATIO Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
+ Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
+
+ [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within]
+
+ What does this mean, my lord?
+
+HAMLET The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
+ Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
+ And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
+ The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
+ The triumph of his pledge.
+
+HORATIO Is it a custom?
+
+HAMLET Ay, marry, is't:
+ But to my mind, though I am native here
+ And to the manner born, it is a custom
+ More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
+ This heavy-headed revel east and west
+ Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
+ They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
+ Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
+ From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
+ The pith and marrow of our attribute.
+ So, oft it chances in particular men,
+ That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
+ As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
+ Since nature cannot choose his origin--
+ By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
+ Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
+ Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
+ The form of plausive manners, that these men,
+ Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
+ Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
+ Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
+ As infinite as man may undergo--
+ Shall in the general censure take corruption
+ From that particular fault: the dram of eale
+ Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
+ To his own scandal.
+
+HORATIO Look, my lord, it comes!
+
+ [Enter Ghost]
+
+HAMLET Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
+ Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
+ Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
+ Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
+ Thou comest in such a questionable shape
+ That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
+ King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
+ Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
+ Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
+ Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
+ Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
+ Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
+ To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
+ That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
+ Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
+ Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
+ So horridly to shake our disposition
+ With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
+ Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
+
+ [Ghost beckons HAMLET]
+
+HORATIO It beckons you to go away with it,
+ As if it some impartment did desire
+ To you alone.
+
+MARCELLUS Look, with what courteous action
+ It waves you to a more removed ground:
+ But do not go with it.
+
+HORATIO No, by no means.
+
+HAMLET It will not speak; then I will follow it.
+
+HORATIO Do not, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Why, what should be the fear?
+ I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
+ And for my soul, what can it do to that,
+ Being a thing immortal as itself?
+ It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
+
+HORATIO What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
+ Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
+ That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
+ And there assume some other horrible form,
+ Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
+ And draw you into madness? think of it:
+ The very place puts toys of desperation,
+ Without more motive, into every brain
+ That looks so many fathoms to the sea
+ And hears it roar beneath.
+
+HAMLET It waves me still.
+ Go on; I'll follow thee.
+
+MARCELLUS You shall not go, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Hold off your hands.
+
+HORATIO Be ruled; you shall not go.
+
+HAMLET My fate cries out,
+ And makes each petty artery in this body
+ As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
+ Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
+ By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
+ I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
+
+ [Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET]
+
+HORATIO He waxes desperate with imagination.
+
+MARCELLUS Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
+
+HORATIO Have after. To what issue will this come?
+
+MARCELLUS Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
+
+HORATIO Heaven will direct it.
+
+MARCELLUS Nay, let's follow him.
+
+ [Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE V Another part of the platform.
+
+
+ [Enter GHOST and HAMLET]
+
+HAMLET Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
+
+Ghost Mark me.
+
+HAMLET I will.
+
+Ghost My hour is almost come,
+ When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
+ Must render up myself.
+
+HAMLET Alas, poor ghost!
+
+Ghost Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
+ To what I shall unfold.
+
+HAMLET Speak; I am bound to hear.
+
+Ghost So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
+
+HAMLET What?
+
+Ghost I am thy father's spirit,
+ Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
+ And for the day confined to fast in fires,
+ Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
+ Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
+ To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
+ I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
+ Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
+ Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
+ Thy knotted and combined locks to part
+ And each particular hair to stand on end,
+ Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
+ But this eternal blazon must not be
+ To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
+ If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
+
+HAMLET O God!
+
+Ghost Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
+
+HAMLET Murder!
+
+Ghost Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
+ But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
+
+HAMLET Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
+ As meditation or the thoughts of love,
+ May sweep to my revenge.
+
+Ghost I find thee apt;
+ And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
+ That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
+ Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
+ 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
+ A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
+ Is by a forged process of my death
+ Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
+ The serpent that did sting thy father's life
+ Now wears his crown.
+
+HAMLET O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
+
+Ghost Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
+ With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
+ O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
+ So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
+ The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
+ O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
+ From me, whose love was of that dignity
+ That it went hand in hand even with the vow
+ I made to her in marriage, and to decline
+ Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
+ To those of mine!
+ But virtue, as it never will be moved,
+ Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
+ So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
+ Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
+ And prey on garbage.
+ But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
+ Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
+ My custom always of the afternoon,
+ Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
+ With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
+ And in the porches of my ears did pour
+ The leperous distilment; whose effect
+ Holds such an enmity with blood of man
+ That swift as quicksilver it courses through
+ The natural gates and alleys of the body,
+ And with a sudden vigour doth posset
+ And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
+ The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
+ And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
+ Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
+ All my smooth body.
+ Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
+ Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
+ Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
+ Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
+ No reckoning made, but sent to my account
+ With all my imperfections on my head:
+ O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
+ If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
+ Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
+ A couch for luxury and damned incest.
+ But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
+ Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
+ Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
+ And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
+ To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
+ The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
+ And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
+ Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
+
+ [Exit]
+
+HAMLET O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
+ And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
+ And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
+ But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
+ Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
+ In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
+ Yea, from the table of my memory
+ I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
+ All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
+ That youth and observation copied there;
+ And thy commandment all alone shall live
+ Within the book and volume of my brain,
+ Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
+ O most pernicious woman!
+ O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
+ My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
+ That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
+ At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
+
+ [Writing]
+
+ So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
+ It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
+ I have sworn 't.
+
+
+MARCELLUS |
+ | [Within] My lord, my lord,--
+HORATIO |
+
+
+MARCELLUS [Within] Lord Hamlet,--
+
+HORATIO [Within] Heaven secure him!
+
+HAMLET So be it!
+
+HORATIO [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
+
+HAMLET Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
+
+ [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS]
+
+MARCELLUS How is't, my noble lord?
+
+HORATIO What news, my lord?
+
+HAMLET O, wonderful!
+
+HORATIO Good my lord, tell it.
+
+HAMLET No; you'll reveal it.
+
+HORATIO Not I, my lord, by heaven.
+
+MARCELLUS Nor I, my lord.
+
+HAMLET How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
+ But you'll be secret?
+
+
+HORATIO |
+ | Ay, by heaven, my lord.
+MARCELLUS |
+
+
+HAMLET There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
+ But he's an arrant knave.
+
+HORATIO There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
+ To tell us this.
+
+HAMLET Why, right; you are i' the right;
+ And so, without more circumstance at all,
+ I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
+ You, as your business and desire shall point you;
+ For every man has business and desire,
+ Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
+ Look you, I'll go pray.
+
+HORATIO These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
+
+HAMLET I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
+ Yes, 'faith heartily.
+
+HORATIO There's no offence, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
+ And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
+ It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
+ For your desire to know what is between us,
+ O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
+ As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
+ Give me one poor request.
+
+HORATIO What is't, my lord? we will.
+
+HAMLET Never make known what you have seen to-night.
+
+
+HORATIO |
+ | My lord, we will not.
+MARCELLUS |
+
+
+HAMLET Nay, but swear't.
+
+HORATIO In faith,
+ My lord, not I.
+
+MARCELLUS Nor I, my lord, in faith.
+
+HAMLET Upon my sword.
+
+MARCELLUS We have sworn, my lord, already.
+
+HAMLET Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
+
+Ghost [Beneath] Swear.
+
+HAMLET Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
+ truepenny?
+ Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
+ Consent to swear.
+
+HORATIO Propose the oath, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Never to speak of this that you have seen,
+ Swear by my sword.
+
+Ghost [Beneath] Swear.
+
+HAMLET Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
+ Come hither, gentlemen,
+ And lay your hands again upon my sword:
+ Never to speak of this that you have heard,
+ Swear by my sword.
+
+Ghost [Beneath] Swear.
+
+HAMLET Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
+ A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
+
+HORATIO O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
+
+HAMLET And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
+ There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
+ Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
+ Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
+ How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
+ As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
+ To put an antic disposition on,
+ That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
+ With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
+ Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
+ As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
+ Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
+ Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
+ That you know aught of me: this not to do,
+ So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
+
+Ghost [Beneath] Swear.
+
+HAMLET Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
+
+ [They swear]
+
+ So, gentlemen,
+ With all my love I do commend me to you:
+ And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
+ May do, to express his love and friending to you,
+ God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
+ And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
+ The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
+ That ever I was born to set it right!
+ Nay, come, let's go together.
+
+ [Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT II
+
+
+
+SCENE I A room in POLONIUS' house.
+
+
+ [Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO]
+
+LORD POLONIUS Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
+
+REYNALDO I will, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
+ Before you visit him, to make inquire
+ Of his behavior.
+
+REYNALDO My lord, I did intend it.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
+ Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
+ And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
+ What company, at what expense; and finding
+ By this encompassment and drift of question
+ That they do know my son, come you more nearer
+ Than your particular demands will touch it:
+ Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
+ As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,
+ And in part him: ' do you mark this, Reynaldo?
+
+REYNALDO Ay, very well, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS 'And in part him; but' you may say 'not well:
+ But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
+ Addicted so and so:' and there put on him
+ What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
+ As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
+ But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
+ As are companions noted and most known
+ To youth and liberty.
+
+REYNALDO As gaming, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
+ Drabbing: you may go so far.
+
+REYNALDO My lord, that would dishonour him.
+
+LORD POLONIUS 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge
+ You must not put another scandal on him,
+ That he is open to incontinency;
+ That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
+ That they may seem the taints of liberty,
+ The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
+ A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
+ Of general assault.
+
+REYNALDO But, my good lord,--
+
+LORD POLONIUS Wherefore should you do this?
+
+REYNALDO Ay, my lord,
+ I would know that.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Marry, sir, here's my drift;
+ And I believe, it is a fetch of wit:
+ You laying these slight sullies on my son,
+ As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you,
+ Your party in converse, him you would sound,
+ Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
+ The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
+ He closes with you in this consequence;
+ 'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,'
+ According to the phrase or the addition
+ Of man and country.
+
+REYNALDO Very good, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS And then, sir, does he this--he does--what was I
+ about to say? By the mass, I was about to say
+ something: where did I leave?
+
+REYNALDO At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'
+ and 'gentleman.'
+
+LORD POLONIUS At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
+ He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman;
+ I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
+ Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
+ There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
+ There falling out at tennis:' or perchance,
+ 'I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
+ Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
+ See you now;
+ Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
+ And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
+ With windlasses and with assays of bias,
+ By indirections find directions out:
+ So by my former lecture and advice,
+ Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
+
+REYNALDO My lord, I have.
+
+LORD POLONIUS God be wi' you; fare you well.
+
+REYNALDO Good my lord!
+
+LORD POLONIUS Observe his inclination in yourself.
+
+REYNALDO I shall, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS And let him ply his music.
+
+REYNALDO Well, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Farewell!
+
+ [Exit REYNALDO]
+
+ [Enter OPHELIA]
+
+ How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
+
+OPHELIA O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
+
+LORD POLONIUS With what, i' the name of God?
+
+OPHELIA My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
+ Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
+ No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
+ Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
+ Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
+ And with a look so piteous in purport
+ As if he had been loosed out of hell
+ To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Mad for thy love?
+
+OPHELIA My lord, I do not know;
+ But truly, I do fear it.
+
+LORD POLONIUS What said he?
+
+OPHELIA He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
+ Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
+ And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
+ He falls to such perusal of my face
+ As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
+ At last, a little shaking of mine arm
+ And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
+ He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
+ As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
+ And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
+ And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
+ He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
+ For out o' doors he went without their helps,
+ And, to the last, bended their light on me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Come, go with me: I will go seek the king.
+ This is the very ecstasy of love,
+ Whose violent property fordoes itself
+ And leads the will to desperate undertakings
+ As oft as any passion under heaven
+ That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
+ What, have you given him any hard words of late?
+
+OPHELIA No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
+ I did repel his fetters and denied
+ His access to me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS That hath made him mad.
+ I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
+ I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
+ And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
+ By heaven, it is as proper to our age
+ To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
+ As it is common for the younger sort
+ To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
+ This must be known; which, being kept close, might
+ move
+ More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
+
+ [Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT II
+
+
+
+SCENE II A room in the castle.
+
+
+ [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ,
+ GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!
+ Moreover that we much did long to see you,
+ The need we have to use you did provoke
+ Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
+ Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it,
+ Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man
+ Resembles that it was. What it should be,
+ More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
+ So much from the understanding of himself,
+ I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
+ That, being of so young days brought up with him,
+ And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior,
+ That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
+ Some little time: so by your companies
+ To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,
+ So much as from occasion you may glean,
+ Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
+ That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
+ And sure I am two men there are not living
+ To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
+ To show us so much gentry and good will
+ As to expend your time with us awhile,
+ For the supply and profit of our hope,
+ Your visitation shall receive such thanks
+ As fits a king's remembrance.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Both your majesties
+ Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
+ Put your dread pleasures more into command
+ Than to entreaty.
+
+GUILDENSTERN But we both obey,
+ And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
+ To lay our service freely at your feet,
+ To be commanded.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:
+ And I beseech you instantly to visit
+ My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
+ And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
+
+GUILDENSTERN Heavens make our presence and our practises
+ Pleasant and helpful to him!
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Ay, amen!
+
+ [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some
+ Attendants]
+
+ [Enter POLONIUS]
+
+LORD POLONIUS The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
+ Are joyfully return'd.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Thou still hast been the father of good news.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege,
+ I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
+ Both to my God and to my gracious king:
+ And I do think, or else this brain of mine
+ Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
+ As it hath used to do, that I have found
+ The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Give first admittance to the ambassadors;
+ My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
+
+ [Exit POLONIUS]
+
+ He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
+ The head and source of all your son's distemper.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE I doubt it is no other but the main;
+ His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Well, we shall sift him.
+
+ [Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
+
+ Welcome, my good friends!
+ Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
+
+VOLTIMAND Most fair return of greetings and desires.
+ Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
+ His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
+ To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
+ But, better look'd into, he truly found
+ It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
+ That so his sickness, age and impotence
+ Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
+ On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
+ Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
+ Makes vow before his uncle never more
+ To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
+ Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
+ Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
+ And his commission to employ those soldiers,
+ So levied as before, against the Polack:
+ With an entreaty, herein further shown,
+
+ [Giving a paper]
+
+ That it might please you to give quiet pass
+ Through your dominions for this enterprise,
+ On such regards of safety and allowance
+ As therein are set down.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS It likes us well;
+ And at our more consider'd time well read,
+ Answer, and think upon this business.
+ Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour:
+ Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
+ Most welcome home!
+
+ [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
+
+LORD POLONIUS This business is well ended.
+ My liege, and madam, to expostulate
+ What majesty should be, what duty is,
+ Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
+ Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
+ Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
+ And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
+ I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
+ Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
+ What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
+ But let that go.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE More matter, with less art.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
+ That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
+ And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
+ But farewell it, for I will use no art.
+ Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains
+ That we find out the cause of this effect,
+ Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
+ For this effect defective comes by cause:
+ Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend.
+ I have a daughter--have while she is mine--
+ Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
+ Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.
+
+ [Reads]
+
+ 'To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most
+ beautified Ophelia,'--
+ That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is
+ a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus:
+
+ [Reads]
+
+ 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.'
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Came this from Hamlet to her?
+
+LORD POLONIUS Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
+
+ [Reads]
+
+ 'Doubt thou the stars are fire;
+ Doubt that the sun doth move;
+ Doubt truth to be a liar;
+ But never doubt I love.
+ 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
+ I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
+ I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
+ 'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
+ this machine is to him, HAMLET.'
+ This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
+ And more above, hath his solicitings,
+ As they fell out by time, by means and place,
+ All given to mine ear.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS But how hath she
+ Received his love?
+
+LORD POLONIUS What do you think of me?
+
+KING CLAUDIUS As of a man faithful and honourable.
+
+LORD POLONIUS I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
+ When I had seen this hot love on the wing--
+ As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
+ Before my daughter told me--what might you,
+ Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
+ If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
+ Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
+ Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
+ What might you think? No, I went round to work,
+ And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
+ 'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star;
+ This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her,
+ That she should lock herself from his resort,
+ Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
+ Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
+ And he, repulsed--a short tale to make--
+ Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
+ Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
+ Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
+ Into the madness wherein now he raves,
+ And all we mourn for.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Do you think 'tis this?
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE It may be, very likely.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--
+ That I have positively said 'Tis so,'
+ When it proved otherwise?
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Not that I know.
+
+LORD POLONIUS [Pointing to his head and shoulder]
+
+ Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
+ If circumstances lead me, I will find
+ Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
+ Within the centre.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS How may we try it further?
+
+LORD POLONIUS You know, sometimes he walks four hours together
+ Here in the lobby.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE So he does indeed.
+
+LORD POLONIUS At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:
+ Be you and I behind an arras then;
+ Mark the encounter: if he love her not
+ And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
+ Let me be no assistant for a state,
+ But keep a farm and carters.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS We will try it.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Away, I do beseech you, both away:
+ I'll board him presently.
+
+ [Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and
+ Attendants]
+
+ [Enter HAMLET, reading]
+
+ O, give me leave:
+ How does my good Lord Hamlet?
+
+HAMLET Well, God-a-mercy.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Do you know me, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Not I, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Then I would you were so honest a man.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Honest, my lord!
+
+HAMLET Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
+ one man picked out of ten thousand.
+
+LORD POLONIUS That's very true, my lord.
+
+HAMLET For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
+ god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter?
+
+LORD POLONIUS I have, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
+ blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
+ Friend, look to 't.
+
+LORD POLONIUS [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my
+ daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I
+ was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
+ truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
+ love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.
+ What do you read, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Words, words, words.
+
+LORD POLONIUS What is the matter, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Between who?
+
+LORD POLONIUS I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
+ that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
+ wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
+ plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
+ wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
+ though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
+ I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
+ yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
+ you could go backward.
+
+LORD POLONIUS [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method
+ in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Into my grave.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Indeed, that is out o' the air.
+
+ [Aside]
+
+ How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness
+ that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity
+ could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will
+ leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of
+ meeting between him and my daughter.--My honourable
+ lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
+
+HAMLET You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will
+ more willingly part withal: except my life, except
+ my life, except my life.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Fare you well, my lord.
+
+HAMLET These tedious old fools!
+
+ [Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+LORD POLONIUS You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ [To POLONIUS] God save you, sir!
+
+ [Exit POLONIUS]
+
+GUILDENSTERN My honoured lord!
+
+ROSENCRANTZ My most dear lord!
+
+HAMLET My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
+ Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ As the indifferent children of the earth.
+
+GUILDENSTERN Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
+ On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
+
+HAMLET Nor the soles of her shoe?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Neither, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
+ her favours?
+
+GUILDENSTERN 'Faith, her privates we.
+
+HAMLET In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
+ is a strumpet. What's the news?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
+
+HAMLET Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
+ Let me question more in particular: what have you,
+ my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
+ that she sends you to prison hither?
+
+GUILDENSTERN Prison, my lord!
+
+HAMLET Denmark's a prison.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Then is the world one.
+
+HAMLET A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
+ wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ We think not so, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
+ either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
+ it is a prison.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
+ narrow for your mind.
+
+HAMLET O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count
+ myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I
+ have bad dreams.
+
+GUILDENSTERN Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
+ substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
+
+HAMLET A dream itself is but a shadow.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a
+ quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
+
+HAMLET Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and
+ outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we
+ to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
+
+
+ROSENCRANTZ |
+ | We'll wait upon you.
+GUILDENSTERN |
+
+
+HAMLET No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest
+ of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest
+ man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the
+ beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
+
+HAMLET Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I
+ thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
+ too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
+ your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
+ deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.
+
+GUILDENSTERN What should we say, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
+ for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
+ which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
+ I know the good king and queen have sent for you.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ To what end, my lord?
+
+HAMLET That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
+ the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
+ our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
+ love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
+ charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
+ whether you were sent for, or no?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ [Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you?
+
+HAMLET [Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you
+ love me, hold not off.
+
+GUILDENSTERN My lord, we were sent for.
+
+HAMLET I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
+ prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
+ and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
+ wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
+ custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
+ with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
+ earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
+ excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
+ o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
+ with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
+ me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
+ What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
+ how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
+ express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
+ in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
+ world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
+ what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
+ me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
+ you seem to say so.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
+
+HAMLET Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what
+ lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
+ you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they
+ coming, to offer you service.
+
+HAMLET He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty
+ shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight
+ shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not
+ sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part
+ in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
+ lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall
+ say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt
+ for't. What players are they?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Even those you were wont to take delight in, the
+ tragedians of the city.
+
+HAMLET How chances it they travel? their residence, both
+ in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ I think their inhibition comes by the means of the
+ late innovation.
+
+HAMLET Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was
+ in the city? are they so followed?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ No, indeed, are they not.
+
+HAMLET How comes it? do they grow rusty?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but
+ there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases,
+ that cry out on the top of question, and are most
+ tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the
+ fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they
+ call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of
+ goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.
+
+HAMLET What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are
+ they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
+ longer than they can sing? will they not say
+ afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common
+ players--as it is most like, if their means are no
+ better--their writers do them wrong, to make them
+ exclaim against their own succession?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ 'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and
+ the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
+ controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid
+ for argument, unless the poet and the player went to
+ cuffs in the question.
+
+HAMLET Is't possible?
+
+GUILDENSTERN O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
+
+HAMLET Do the boys carry it away?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
+
+HAMLET It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of
+ Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while
+ my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an
+ hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little.
+ 'Sblood, there is something in this more than
+ natural, if philosophy could find it out.
+
+ [Flourish of trumpets within]
+
+GUILDENSTERN There are the players.
+
+HAMLET Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands,
+ come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion
+ and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb,
+ lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you,
+ must show fairly outward, should more appear like
+ entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my
+ uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
+
+GUILDENSTERN In what, my dear lord?
+
+HAMLET I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
+ southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
+
+ [Enter POLONIUS]
+
+LORD POLONIUS Well be with you, gentlemen!
+
+HAMLET Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a
+ hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
+ out of his swaddling-clouts.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Happily he's the second time come to them; for they
+ say an old man is twice a child.
+
+HAMLET I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
+ mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning;
+ 'twas so indeed.
+
+LORD POLONIUS My lord, I have news to tell you.
+
+HAMLET My lord, I have news to tell you.
+ When Roscius was an actor in Rome,--
+
+LORD POLONIUS The actors are come hither, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Buz, buz!
+
+LORD POLONIUS Upon mine honour,--
+
+HAMLET Then came each actor on his ass,--
+
+LORD POLONIUS The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
+ comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,
+ historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-
+ comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or
+ poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
+ Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the
+ liberty, these are the only men.
+
+HAMLET O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
+
+LORD POLONIUS What a treasure had he, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Why,
+ 'One fair daughter and no more,
+ The which he loved passing well.'
+
+LORD POLONIUS [Aside] Still on my daughter.
+
+HAMLET Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
+
+LORD POLONIUS If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter
+ that I love passing well.
+
+HAMLET Nay, that follows not.
+
+LORD POLONIUS What follows, then, my lord?
+
+HAMLET Why,
+ 'As by lot, God wot,'
+ and then, you know,
+ 'It came to pass, as most like it was,'--
+ the first row of the pious chanson will show you
+ more; for look, where my abridgement comes.
+
+ [Enter four or five Players]
+
+ You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad
+ to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old
+ friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last:
+ comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young
+ lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is
+ nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
+ altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like
+ apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the
+ ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en
+ to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see:
+ we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste
+ of your quality; come, a passionate speech.
+
+First Player What speech, my lord?
+
+HAMLET I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
+ never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the
+ play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
+ caviare to the general: but it was--as I received
+ it, and others, whose judgments in such matters
+ cried in the top of mine--an excellent play, well
+ digested in the scenes, set down with as much
+ modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there
+ were no sallets in the lines to make the matter
+ savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might
+ indict the author of affectation; but called it an
+ honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
+ much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I
+ chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and
+ thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of
+ Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin
+ at this line: let me see, let me see--
+ 'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'--
+ it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:--
+ 'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
+ Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
+ When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
+ Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
+ With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
+ Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
+ With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
+ Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
+ That lend a tyrannous and damned light
+ To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire,
+ And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
+ With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
+ Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
+ So, proceed you.
+
+LORD POLONIUS 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and
+ good discretion.
+
+First Player 'Anon he finds him
+ Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
+ Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
+ Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
+ Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
+ But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
+ The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
+ Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
+ Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
+ Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
+ Which was declining on the milky head
+ Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
+ So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
+ And like a neutral to his will and matter,
+ Did nothing.
+ But, as we often see, against some storm,
+ A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
+ The bold winds speechless and the orb below
+ As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
+ Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
+ Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work;
+ And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
+ On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne
+ With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
+ Now falls on Priam.
+ Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
+ In general synod 'take away her power;
+ Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
+ And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
+ As low as to the fiends!'
+
+LORD POLONIUS This is too long.
+
+HAMLET It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee,
+ say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he
+ sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba.
+
+First Player 'But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen--'
+
+HAMLET 'The mobled queen?'
+
+LORD POLONIUS That's good; 'mobled queen' is good.
+
+First Player 'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
+ With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
+ Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
+ About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
+ A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
+ Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
+ 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have
+ pronounced:
+ But if the gods themselves did see her then
+ When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
+ In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
+ The instant burst of clamour that she made,
+ Unless things mortal move them not at all,
+ Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
+ And passion in the gods.'
+
+LORD POLONIUS Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has
+ tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.
+
+HAMLET 'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon.
+ Good my lord, will you see the players well
+ bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for
+ they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
+ time: after your death you were better have a bad
+ epitaph than their ill report while you live.
+
+LORD POLONIUS My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
+
+HAMLET God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man
+ after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
+ Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
+ they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
+ Take them in.
+
+LORD POLONIUS Come, sirs.
+
+HAMLET Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.
+
+ [Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First]
+
+ Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the
+ Murder of Gonzago?
+
+First Player Ay, my lord.
+
+HAMLET We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need,
+ study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
+ I would set down and insert in't, could you not?
+
+First Player Ay, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him
+ not.
+
+ [Exit First Player]
+
+ My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are
+ welcome to Elsinore.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Good my lord!
+
+HAMLET Ay, so, God be wi' ye;
+
+ [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+ Now I am alone.
+ O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
+ Is it not monstrous that this player here,
+ But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
+ Could force his soul so to his own conceit
+ That from her working all his visage wann'd,
+ Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
+ A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
+ With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
+ For Hecuba!
+ What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
+ That he should weep for her? What would he do,
+ Had he the motive and the cue for passion
+ That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
+ And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
+ Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
+ Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
+ The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
+ A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
+ Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
+ And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
+ Upon whose property and most dear life
+ A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
+ Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
+ Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
+ Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
+ As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
+ Ha!
+ 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
+ But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
+ To make oppression bitter, or ere this
+ I should have fatted all the region kites
+ With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
+ Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
+ O, vengeance!
+ Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
+ That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
+ Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
+ Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
+ And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
+ A scullion!
+ Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
+ That guilty creatures sitting at a play
+ Have by the very cunning of the scene
+ Been struck so to the soul that presently
+ They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
+ For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
+ With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
+ Play something like the murder of my father
+ Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
+ I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
+ I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
+ May be the devil: and the devil hath power
+ To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
+ Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
+ As he is very potent with such spirits,
+ Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
+ More relative than this: the play 's the thing
+ Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
+
+ [Exit]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT III
+
+
+
+SCENE I A room in the castle.
+
+
+ [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS,
+ OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS And can you, by no drift of circumstance,
+ Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
+ Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
+ With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ He does confess he feels himself distracted;
+ But from what cause he will by no means speak.
+
+GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
+ But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
+ When we would bring him on to some confession
+ Of his true state.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Did he receive you well?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman.
+
+GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
+ Most free in his reply.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE Did you assay him?
+ To any pastime?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
+ We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;
+ And there did seem in him a kind of joy
+ To hear of it: they are about the court,
+ And, as I think, they have already order
+ This night to play before him.
+
+LORD POLONIUS 'Tis most true:
+ And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
+ To hear and see the matter.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS With all my heart; and it doth much content me
+ To hear him so inclined.
+ Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
+ And drive his purpose on to these delights.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.
+
+ [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
+ For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
+ That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
+ Affront Ophelia:
+ Her father and myself, lawful espials,
+ Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,
+ We may of their encounter frankly judge,
+ And gather by him, as he is behaved,
+ If 't be the affliction of his love or no
+ That thus he suffers for.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE I shall obey you.
+ And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
+ That your good beauties be the happy cause
+ Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
+ Will bring him to his wonted way again,
+ To both your honours.
+
+OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.
+
+ [Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE]
+
+LORD POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
+ We will bestow ourselves.
+
+ [To OPHELIA]
+
+ Read on this book;
+ That show of such an exercise may colour
+ Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,--
+ 'Tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage
+ And pious action we do sugar o'er
+ The devil himself.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS [Aside] O, 'tis too true!
+ How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
+ The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
+ Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
+ Than is my deed to my most painted word:
+ O heavy burthen!
+
+LORD POLONIUS I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
+
+ [Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]
+
+ [Enter HAMLET]
+
+HAMLET To be, or not to be: that is the question:
+ Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
+ The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
+ Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
+ And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
+ No more; and by a sleep to say we end
+ The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
+ That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
+ Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
+ To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
+ For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
+ When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
+ Must give us pause: there's the respect
+ That makes calamity of so long life;
+ For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
+ The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
+ The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
+ The insolence of office and the spurns
+ That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
+ When he himself might his quietus make
+ With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
+ To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
+ But that the dread of something after death,
+ The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
+ No traveller returns, puzzles the will
+ And makes us rather bear those ills we have
+ Than fly to others that we know not of?
+ Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
+ And thus the native hue of resolution
+ Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
+ And enterprises of great pith and moment
+ With this regard their currents turn awry,
+ And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
+ The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
+ Be all my sins remember'd.
+
+OPHELIA Good my lord,
+ How does your honour for this many a day?
+
+HAMLET I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
+
+OPHELIA My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
+ That I have longed long to re-deliver;
+ I pray you, now receive them.
+
+HAMLET No, not I;
+ I never gave you aught.
+
+OPHELIA My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
+ And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
+ As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
+ Take these again; for to the noble mind
+ Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
+ There, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Ha, ha! are you honest?
+
+OPHELIA My lord?
+
+HAMLET Are you fair?
+
+OPHELIA What means your lordship?
+
+HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
+ admit no discourse to your beauty.
+
+OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
+ with honesty?
+
+HAMLET Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
+ transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
+ force of honesty can translate beauty into his
+ likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
+ time gives it proof. I did love you once.
+
+OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
+
+HAMLET You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
+ so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
+ it: I loved you not.
+
+OPHELIA I was the more deceived.
+
+HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
+ breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
+ but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
+ were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
+ proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
+ my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
+ imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
+ in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
+ between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
+ all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
+ Where's your father?
+
+OPHELIA At home, my lord.
+
+HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
+ fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
+
+OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens!
+
+HAMLET If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
+ thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
+ snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
+ nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
+ marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
+ what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
+ and quickly too. Farewell.
+
+OPHELIA O heavenly powers, restore him!
+
+HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
+ has given you one face, and you make yourselves
+ another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
+ nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
+ your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
+ made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
+ those that are married already, all but one, shall
+ live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
+ nunnery, go.
+
+ [Exit]
+
+OPHELIA O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
+ The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
+ The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
+ The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
+ The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
+ And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
+ That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
+ Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
+ Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
+ That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
+ Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
+ To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
+
+ [Re-enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS Love! his affections do not that way tend;
+ Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
+ Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,
+ O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
+ And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
+ Will be some danger: which for to prevent,
+ I have in quick determination
+ Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
+ For the demand of our neglected tribute
+ Haply the seas and countries different
+ With variable objects shall expel
+ This something-settled matter in his heart,
+ Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
+ From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
+
+LORD POLONIUS It shall do well: but yet do I believe
+ The origin and commencement of his grief
+ Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!
+ You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
+ We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;
+ But, if you hold it fit, after the play
+ Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
+ To show his grief: let her be round with him;
+ And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
+ Of all their conference. If she find him not,
+ To England send him, or confine him where
+ Your wisdom best shall think.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS It shall be so:
+ Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
+
+ [Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+ HAMLET
+
+
+ACT III
+
+
+
+SCENE II A hall in the castle.
+
+
+ [Enter HAMLET and Players]
+
+HAMLET Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
+ you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
+ as many of your players do, I had as lief the
+ town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
+ too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
+ for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
+ the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
+ a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
+ offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
+ periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
+ very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
+ for the most part are capable of nothing but
+ inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
+ a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
+ out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
+
+First Player I warrant your honour.
+
+HAMLET Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion
+ be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
+ word to the action; with this special observance,
+ that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any
+ thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose
+ end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as
+ 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own
+ feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body
+ of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
+ or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
+ laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
+ censure of the which one must in your allowance
+ o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be
+ players that I have seen play, and heard others
+ praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
+ that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
+ the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
+ strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
+ nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
+ well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
+
+First Player I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
+ sir.
+
+HAMLET O, reform it altogether. And let those that play
+ your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
+ for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
+ set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
+ too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
+ question of the play be then to be considered:
+ that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
+ in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.
+
+ [Exeunt Players]
+
+ [Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]
+
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