Hamlet Shakespeare , William
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1About Shakespeare:William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564 – died 23 April
1616) was an
English poet and playwright, widely regarded as
the
greatest writer in the English language and the world's
pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called
England 's national
poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviv-
ing
works consist of 38
plays , 154 sonnets, two long narrative
poems , and
several other poems. His plays have been trans-
lated into every
major living language, and are performed
more often
than those of any other playwright. Shakespeare
was born and raised in Stratford-
upon -Avon. At the age of 18
he
married Anne
Hathaway , who
bore him three
children :
Susanna , and twins Hamnet and
Judith .
Between 1585 and
1592 he began a successful
career in London as an
actor ,
writer, and
part owner of the
playing company the
Lord Chamberlain's Men,
later known as the
King 's Men. He ap-
pears to have retired to Stratford
around 1613 , where he died
three
years later. Few records of Shakespeare's private life
survive , and
there has been
considerable speculation about
such matters as his sexuality,
religious beliefs , and whether the
works attributed to him were written by
others . Shakespeare
produced most of his known
work between 1590 and 1613. His
early plays were mainly comedies and histories, genres he
raised to the
peak of sophistication and artistry by the end of
the sixteenth
century . Next he wrote mainly tragedies
until about
1608 ,
including Hamlet, King
Lear , and
Macbeth , con-
sidered some of the
finest examples in the English language. In
his last phase, he wrote tragicomedies, also known as ro-
mances, and collaborated with other playwrights. Many of his
plays were published in editions of varying
quality and accur-
acy
during his
lifetime , and in 1623 two of his
former theatrical
colleagues published the
First Folio, a collected edition of his
dramatic works that included all but two of the plays now re-
cognised as Shakespeare's. Shakespeare was a respected poet
and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not
rise to its
present heights until the nineteenth century. The Ro-
mantics, in
particular , acclaimed Shakespeare's
genius , and
the Victorians hero-worshipped Shakespeare with a reverence
that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry". In the twentieth
century, his work was repeatedly adopted and rediscovered by
2new movements in scholarship and
performance . His plays re-
main
highly popular
today and are consistently performed and
reinterpreted in diverse
cultural and
political contexts
throughout the world. Source: Wikipedia
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Romeo and Juliet (1597)
•
Macbeth (1606)
•
A Midsummer Night 's Dream (1596)
•
Julius Caesar (1599)
•
Othello (
1603 )
•
The Merchant of Venice (
1598 )
•
Much Ado About Nothing (1600)
•
King Lear (1606)
•
The Taming of the Shrew (1594)
•
The Comedy of Errors (1594)
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3Act I SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle . FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDOBERNARDOWho's there?
FRANCISCONay,
answer me:
stand , and unfold yourself.
BERNARDOLong
live the king!
FRANCISCOBernardo?
BERNARDOHe.
FRANCISCOYou
come most carefully upon your
hour .
BERNARDO'Tis now struck
twelve ; get thee to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCOFor this relief much
thanks : 'tis
bitter cold ,
And I am sick at
heart .
BERNARDO4Have you had
quiet guard?
FRANCISCONot a
mouse stirring.
BERNARDOWell,
good night.
If you do meet
Horatio and
Marcellus ,
The
rivals of my watch, bid
them make haste.
FRANCISCOI think I
hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUSHORATIOFriends to this
ground .
MARCELLUSAnd liegemen to the
Dane .
FRANCISCOGive you good night.
MARCELLUSO,
farewell , honest soldier:
Who hath relieved you?
FRANCISCOBernardo has my
place .
Give you good night.
Exit MARCELLUS5Holla! Bernardo!
BERNARDOSay,
What, is Horatio there?
HORATIOA
piece of him.
BERNARDOWelcome , Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
MARCELLUSWhat, has this
thing appear'd
again to-night?
BERNARDOI have
seen nothing.
MARCELLUSHoratio
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.
HORATIOTush , tush, 'twill not appear.
BERNARDOSit down awhile;
And let us
once again assail your
ears ,
6That are so fortified against our story
What we have two nights seen.
HORATIOWell, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
BERNARDOLast 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 MARCELLUSPeace , break thee off;
look , where it
comes again!
BERNARDOIn the same
figure , like the king that's dead.
MARCELLUSThou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
BERNARDOLooks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
HORATIOMost like: it harrows me with
fear and wonder.
BERNARDOIt would be
spoke to.
7MARCELLUSQuestion it, Horatio.
HORATIOWhat 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!
MARCELLUSIt is offended.
BERNARDOSee, it stalks
away !
HORATIOStay ! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
Exit GhostMARCELLUS'Tis
gone , and will not answer.
BERNARDOHow now, Horatio! you tremble and look
pale :
Is not this
something more than fantasy?
What think you on't?
HORATIOBefore my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
MARCELLUS8Is it not like the king?
HORATIOAs 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 .
MARCELLUSThus twice before, and
jump at this dead hour,
With martial
stalk hath he gone by our watch.
HORATIOIn 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.
MARCELLUSGood 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?
HORATIOThat 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,
9Thereto 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.
BERNARDOI 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 .
HORATIOA 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 ,
10Disasters 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.
MARCELLUSShall I strike at it with my partisan?
HORATIODo, if it will not stand.
BERNARDO'Tis here!
HORATIO'Tis here!
MARCELLUS11'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.
BERNARDOIt was about to speak, when the cock
crew .
HORATIOAnd 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.
MARCELLUSIt
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.
HORATIOSo 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
12Unto 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 ?
MARCELLUSLet's do't, I
pray ; and I this
morning know
Where we shall
find him most conveniently.
Exeunt13SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.Enter KING CLAUDIUS , QUEEN GERTRUDE , HAMLET,
POLONIUS , LAERTES , VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS ,
Lords , and AttendantsKING CLAUDIUSThough 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
14Out 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 VOLTIMANDIn that and all things will we show our duty.
KING CLAUDIUSWe
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?
LAERTESMy 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 CLAUDIUSHave you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
LORD POLONIUS15He 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 CLAUDIUSTake 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 CLAUDIUSHow is it that the clouds still
hang on you?
HAMLETNot so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
QUEEN GERTRUDEGood 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.
HAMLETAy,
madam , it is common.
QUEEN GERTRUDEIf it be,
Why
seems it so particular with thee?
16HAMLETSeems, 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,
17Do 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 GERTRUDELet not thy mother
lose her prayers, Hamlet:
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
HAMLETI shall in all my best obey you, madam.
KING CLAUDIUSWhy, '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 HAMLETHAMLETO, 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,
18Hyperion 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 BERNARDOHORATIOHail to your lordship!
HAMLETI am
glad to see you well:
Horatio,—or I do
forget myself.
HORATIOThe same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
HAMLETSir, my good friend; I'll
change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus?
19MARCELLUSMy good lord—
HAMLETI am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
But what, in
faith , make you from Wittenberg?
HORATIOA truant disposition, good my lord.
HAMLETI 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 .
HORATIOMy lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
HAMLETI pray thee, do not
mock me, fellow-
student ;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
HORATIOIndeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
HAMLETThrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral
baked meats
Did coldly furnish
forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
20Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father!—methinks I see my father.
HORATIOWhere, my lord?
HAMLETIn my mind's eye, Horatio.
HORATIOI saw him once; he was a goodly king.
HAMLETHe was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
HORATIOMy lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
HAMLETSaw? who?
HORATIOMy lord, the king your father.
HAMLETThe king my father!
HORATIOSeason your admiration for awhile
With an attent ear, till I may
deliver ,
21Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This
marvel to you.
HAMLETFor God's love, let me hear.
HORATIOTwo 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.
HAMLETBut where was this?
MARCELLUSMy lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
HAMLETDid you not speak to it?
HORATIO22My 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.
HORATIOAs 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.
HAMLETIndeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
MARCELLUS BERNARDOWe do, my lord.
HAMLETArm'd, say you?
MARCELLUS BERNARDOArm'd, my lord.
HAMLETFrom top to toe?
MARCELLUS BERNARDO23My lord, from head to
foot .
HAMLETThen saw you not his face?
HORATIOO, yes, my lord; he wore his
beaver up.
HAMLETWhat, look'd he frowningly?
HORATIOA countenance more in sorrow than in
anger .
HAMLETPale or red?
HORATIONay, very pale.
HAMLETAnd fix'd his eyes upon you?
HORATIOMost constantly.
HAMLETI would I had been there.
HORATIOIt would have much amazed you.
24HAMLETVery like, very like. Stay'd it long?
HORATIOWhile one with moderate haste might tell a
hundred .
MARCELLUS BERNARDOLonger, longer.
HORATIONot when I saw't.
HAMLETHis
beard was grizzled—no?
HORATIOIt was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable
silver 'd.
HAMLETI will watch to-night;
Perchance 'twill walk again.
HORATIOI warrant it will.
HAMLETIf 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;
25And 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.
AllOur duty to your honour.
HAMLETYour 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.
Exit26SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA LAERTESMy 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.
OPHELIADo you doubt that?
LAERTESFor 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.
OPHELIANo more but so?
LAERTESThink 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;
27And 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 .
OPHELIAI 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.
LAERTESO, 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.
28LORD POLONIUSYet 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!
LAERTESMost humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
LORD POLONIUSThe time invites you; go; your servants
tend .
LAERTES29Farewell, 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.
LAERTESFarewell.
ExitLORD POLONIUSWhat is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
OPHELIASo
please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
LORD POLONIUSMarry , 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.
OPHELIAHe hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.
LORD POLONIUS30Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you
call them?
OPHELIAI do not know, my lord, what I should think.
LORD POLONIUSMarry, 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 .
OPHELIAMy lord, he hath importuned me with love
In honourable fashion.
LORD POLONIUSAy, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
OPHELIAAnd hath given countenance to his
speech , my lord,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
LORD POLONIUSAy, 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,
31Believe 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 .
OPHELIAI shall obey, my lord.
Exeunt32SCENE IV. The platform.Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUSHAMLETThe air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIOIt is a nipping and an
eager air.
HAMLETWhat hour now?
HORATIOI think it lacks of twelve.
HAMLETNo, it is struck.
HORATIOIndeed? 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?
HAMLETThe 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 .
HORATIO33Is it a
custom ?
HAMLETAy, 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.
HORATIOLook, my lord, it comes!
Enter GhostHAMLETAngels 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,
34Be 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 HAMLETHORATIOIt beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
MARCELLUSLook, with what courteous
action It waves you to a more removed ground:
But do not go with it.
HORATIONo, by no means.
HAMLETIt will not speak; then I will follow it.
HORATIODo not, my lord.
35HAMLETWhy, 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.
HORATIOWhat 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.
HAMLETIt waves me still.
Go on; I'll follow thee.
MARCELLUSYou shall not go, my lord.
HAMLETHold off your hands.
HORATIOBe ruled; you shall not go.
HAMLET36My 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 HAMLETHORATIOHe waxes desperate with imagination.
MARCELLUSLet's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
HORATIOHave after. To what
issue will this come?
MARCELLUSSomething is rotten in the state of Denmark.
HORATIOHeaven will
direct it.
MARCELLUSNay, let's follow him.
Exeunt37SCENE V. Another part of the platform.Enter GHOST and HAMLETHAMLETWhere wilt thou
lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
GhostMark me.
HAMLETI will.
GhostMy hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
HAMLETAlas , poor ghost!
GhostPity me not, but lend thy
serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.
HAMLETSpeak; I am bound to hear.
GhostSo art thou to
revenge , when thou shalt hear.
HAMLET38What?
GhostI 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—
HAMLETO God!
GhostRevenge his foul and most unnatural
murder .
HAMLETMurder!
GhostMurder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
HAMLET39Haste me to know't, that I, with
wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May
sweep to my revenge.
GhostI 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 .
HAMLETO my prophetic soul! My uncle!
GhostAy, 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,
40My 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.
ExitHAMLETO 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!
41Ay, 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 HORATIO[Within] My lord, my lord,—
MARCELLUS[Within] Lord Hamlet,—
HORATIO[Within] Heaven secure him!
HAMLETSo be it!
HORATIO[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
HAMLET42Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUSMARCELLUSHow is't, my noble lord?
HORATIOWhat news, my lord?
HAMLETO, wonderful!
HORATIOGood my lord, tell it.
HAMLETNo; you'll
reveal it.
HORATIONot I, my lord, by heaven.
MARCELLUSNor I, my lord.
HAMLETHow say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be
secret ?
HORATIO MARCELLUSAy, by heaven, my lord.
HAMLET43There's ne'er a villain
dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
HORATIOThere
needs no ghost, my lord, come from the
grave To tell us this.
HAMLETWhy, 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.
HORATIOThese are but
wild and whirling words, my lord.
HAMLETI'm
sorry they offend you, heartily;
Yes, 'faith heartily.
HORATIOThere's no
offence , my lord.
HAMLETYes, 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.
44HORATIOWhat is't, my lord? we will.
HAMLETNever make known what you have seen to-night.
HORATIO MARCELLUSMy lord, we will not.
HAMLETNay, but swear't.
HORATIOIn faith,
My lord, not I.
MARCELLUSNor I, my lord, in faith.
HAMLETUpon my
sword .
MARCELLUSWe have sworn, my lord,
already .
HAMLETIndeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Ghost[Beneath] Swear.
HAMLET45Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
truepenny?
Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage—
Consent to swear.
HORATIOPropose the oath, my lord.
HAMLETNever to speak of this that you have seen,
Swear by my sword.
Ghost[Beneath] Swear.
HAMLETHic 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.
HAMLETWell said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more
remove , good friends.
HORATIOO day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
HAMLET46And 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.
HAMLETRest , 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.
Exeunt47Act IISCENE I. A room in POLONIUS' house.Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDOLORD POLONIUSGive him this
money and these notes, Reynaldo.
REYNALDOI will, my lord.
LORD POLONIUSYou shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before you visit him, to make
inquire Of his
behavior .
REYNALDOMy lord, I did
intend it.
LORD POLONIUSMarry, 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?
REYNALDOAy, very well, my lord.
48LORD 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 .
REYNALDOAs gaming, my lord.
LORD POLONIUSAy, or
drinking , fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
Drabbing: you may go so far.
REYNALDOMy 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.
REYNALDOBut, my good lord,—
LORD POLONIUS49Wherefore should you do this?
REYNALDOAy, my lord,
I would know that.
LORD POLONIUSMarry, 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.
REYNALDOVery good, my lord.
LORD POLONIUSAnd 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?
REYNALDOAt 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'
and 'gentleman.'
LORD POLONIUSAt 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman;
I saw him
yesterday , or t' other day,
50Or 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?
REYNALDOMy lord, I have.
LORD POLONIUSGod be wi' you; fare you well.
REYNALDOGood my lord!
LORD POLONIUSObserve his inclination in yourself.
REYNALDOI shall, my lord.
LORD POLONIUSAnd let him ply his music.
REYNALDOWell, my lord.
51LORD POLONIUSFarewell!
Exit REYNALDO
Enter OPHELIA
How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
OPHELIAO, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
LORD POLONIUSWith what, i' the name of God?
OPHELIAMy 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 POLONIUSMad for thy love?
OPHELIAMy lord, I do not know;
But truly, I do fear it.
LORD POLONIUSWhat said he?
OPHELIA52He
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 POLONIUSCome, 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?
OPHELIANo, my good lord, but, as you did command,
I did repel his fetters and denied
His
access to me.
LORD POLONIUSThat 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:
53This must be known; which, being kept
close , might
move More grief to
hide than hate to utter love.
Exeunt54SCENE II. A room in the castleEnter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE,
ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN, and AttendantsKING CLAUDIUSWelcome, 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 GERTRUDEGood 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.
ROSENCRANTZBoth your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
55Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.
GUILDENSTERNBut we both obey,
And here give up ourselves, in the full
bent To lay our service freely at your
feet ,
To be commanded.
KING CLAUDIUSThanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
QUEEN GERTRUDEThanks, 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.
GUILDENSTERNHeavens make our presence and our practises
Pleasant and helpful to him!
QUEEN GERTRUDEAy,
amen !
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some
Attendants
Enter POLONIUSLORD POLONIUSThe ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
Are joyfully return'd.
KING CLAUDIUSThou still hast been the father of good news.
56LORD POLONIUSHave 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 CLAUDIUSO, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
LORD POLONIUSGive first admittance to the ambassadors;
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
KING CLAUDIUSThyself 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 GERTRUDEI doubt it is no other but the main;
His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
KING CLAUDIUSWell, we shall sift him.
Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and
CORNELIUS
Welcome, my good friends!
Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
VOLTIMAND57Most 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 CLAUDIUSIt
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 CORNELIUSLORD POLONIUSThis 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,
58And 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 GERTRUDEMore matter, with less art.
LORD POLONIUSMadam, 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 GERTRUDECame this from Hamlet to her?
LORD POLONIUSGood madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
Reads59'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 CLAUDIUSBut how hath she
Received his love?
LORD POLONIUSWhat do you think of me?
KING CLAUDIUSAs of a man faithful and honourable.
LORD POLONIUSI 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,
60That 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 CLAUDIUSDo you think 'tis this?
QUEEN GERTRUDEIt may be, very likely.
LORD POLONIUSHath there been such a time—I'd fain know that—
That I have positively said 'Tis so,'
When it proved otherwise?
KING CLAUDIUSNot 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 CLAUDIUSHow may we try it further?
LORD POLONIUS61You know, sometimes he walks
four hours together
Here in the lobby.
QUEEN GERTRUDESo he does indeed.
LORD POLONIUSAt 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 CLAUDIUSWe will try it.
QUEEN GERTRUDEBut, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes
reading .
LORD POLONIUSAway, 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?
HAMLETWell, God-a-mercy.
LORD POLONIUSDo you know me, my lord?
62HAMLETExcellent well; you are a fishmonger.
LORD POLONIUSNot I, my lord.
HAMLETThen I would you were so honest a man.
LORD POLONIUSHonest, my lord!
HAMLETAy, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
one man picked out of ten thousand.
LORD POLONIUSThat's very true, my lord.
HAMLETFor if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
god kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter?
LORD POLONIUSI have, my lord.
HAMLETLet her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
Friend, look to 't.
LORD POLONIUS63[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?
HAMLETWords, words, words.
LORD POLONIUSWhat is the matter, my lord?
HAMLETBetween who?
LORD POLONIUSI mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
HAMLETSlanders, 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?
HAMLET64Into my grave.
LORD POLONIUSIndeed, 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.
HAMLETYou cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will
more willingly part withal: except my life, except
my life, except my life.
LORD POLONIUSFare you well, my lord.
HAMLETThese tedious old fools!
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNLORD POLONIUSYou go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
ROSENCRANTZ[To POLONIUS] God save you, sir!
Exit POLONIUSGUILDENSTERNMy honoured lord!
65ROSENCRANTZMy most dear lord!
HAMLETMy excellent good friends! How dost thou,
Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye
both?
ROSENCRANTZAs the indifferent children of the earth.
GUILDENSTERNHappy , in that we are not over-happy;
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
HAMLETNor the
soles of her shoe?
ROSENCRANTZNeither, my lord.
HAMLETThen you live about her
waist , or in the middle of
her favours?
GUILDENSTERN'Faith, her privates we.
HAMLETIn the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
is a strumpet. What's the news?
66ROSENCRANTZNone, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
HAMLETThen 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?
GUILDENSTERNPrison, my lord!
HAMLETDenmark's a prison.
ROSENCRANTZThen is the world one.
HAMLETA goodly one; in which there are many confines,
wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
ROSENCRANTZWe think not so, my lord.
HAMLETWhy, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
it is a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ67Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
narrow for your mind.
HAMLETO 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.
GUILDENSTERNWhich dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
substance of the ambitious is merely the
shadow of a
dream.
HAMLETA dream itself is but a shadow.
ROSENCRANTZTruly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a
quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
HAMLETThen 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 GUILDENSTERNWe'll
wait upon you.
HAMLETNo 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?
68ROSENCRANTZTo visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
HAMLETBeggar 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.
GUILDENSTERNWhat should we say, my lord?
HAMLETWhy, 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.
ROSENCRANTZTo what end, my lord?
HAMLETThat 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?
HAMLET69[Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.—If you
love me, hold not off.
GUILDENSTERNMy lord, we were sent for.
HAMLETI 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.
ROSENCRANTZMy lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
HAMLETWhy did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not
me'?
ROSENCRANTZ70To 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.
HAMLETHe 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?
ROSENCRANTZEven those you were wont to take delight in, the
tragedians of the city.
HAMLETHow chances it they
travel ? their
residence , both
in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
ROSENCRANTZI think their inhibition comes by the means of the
late innovation.
HAMLETDo they hold the same estimation they did when I was
in the city? are they so followed?
ROSENCRANTZNo, indeed, are they not.
HAMLET71How comes it? do they grow rusty?
ROSENCRANTZNay, 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.
HAMLETWhat, 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.
HAMLETIs't possible?
GUILDENSTERNO, there has been much throwing about of brains.
HAMLETDo the
boys carry it away?
72ROSENCRANTZAy, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his
load too.
HAMLETIt 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 withinGUILDENSTERNThere are the players.
HAMLETGentlemen, 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.
GUILDENSTERNIn what, my dear lord?
HAMLETI am but mad
north -north-west: when the wind is
southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Enter POLONIUSLORD POLONIUSWell be with you, gentlemen!
73HAMLETHark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a
hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
out of his swaddling-clouts.
ROSENCRANTZHappily he's the second time come to them; for they
say an old man is twice a
child .
HAMLETI will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
mark it. You say right, sir: o'
Monday morning;
'twas so indeed.
LORD POLONIUSMy lord, I have news to tell you.
HAMLETMy lord, I have news to tell you.
When Roscius was an actor in Rome,—
LORD POLONIUSThe
actors are come hither, my lord.
HAMLETBuz, buz!
LORD POLONIUSUpon mine honour,—
HAMLETThen came each actor on his ass,—
74LORD POLONIUSThe 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.
HAMLETO Jephthah,
judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
LORD POLONIUSWhat a treasure had he, my lord?
HAMLETWhy,
'One fair daughter and no more,
The which he loved passing well.'
LORD POLONIUS[Aside] Still on my daughter.
HAMLETAm I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
LORD POLONIUSIf you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter
that I love passing well.
HAMLETNay, that follows not.
75LORD POLONIUSWhat follows, then, my lord?
HAMLETWhy,
'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 PlayerWhat speech, my lord?
HAMLETI 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
76savoury, 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
77Takes 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 POLONIUSThis is too long.
HAMLETIt 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 POLONIUS78That'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 POLONIUSLook, 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 POLONIUSMy lord, I will use them according to their
desert .
HAMLET79God'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 POLONIUSCome, sirs.
HAMLETFollow 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 PlayerAy, my lord.
HAMLETWe'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 PlayerAy, my lord.
HAMLETVery 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.
ROSENCRANTZ80Good my lord!
HAMLETAy, 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!
81O, 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.
Exit82Act IIISCENE I. A room in the castle.Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE,
POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and
GUILDENSTERNKING CLAUDIUSAnd 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?
ROSENCRANTZHe does confess he feels himself distracted;
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
GUILDENSTERNNor 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 GERTRUDEDid he receive you well?
ROSENCRANTZMost like a gentleman.
GUILDENSTERNBut with much forcing of his disposition.
ROSENCRANTZ83Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
Most free in his reply.
QUEEN GERTRUDEDid you assay him?
To any pastime?
ROSENCRANTZMadam, 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 CLAUDIUSWith 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.
ROSENCRANTZWe shall, my lord.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNKING CLAUDIUSSweet Gertrude, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by
accident , may here
Affront Ophelia:
84Her 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 GERTRUDEI 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.
OPHELIAMadam, I wish it may.
Exit QUEEN GERTRUDELORD POLONIUSOphelia, 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!
85LORD POLONIUSI hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS
Enter HAMLETHAMLETTo 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!
86The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
OPHELIAGood my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLETI humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIAMy lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLETNo, not I;
I never gave you aught.
OPHELIAMy 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.
HAMLETHa, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIAMy lord?
HAMLET87Are you fair?
OPHELIAWhat means your lordship?
HAMLETThat if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIACould beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty?
HAMLETAy, 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.
OPHELIAIndeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLETYou should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old
stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
OPHELIAI was the more deceived.
HAMLET88Get 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?
OPHELIAAt home, my lord.
HAMLETLet the doors be
shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
OPHELIAO, help him, you sweet heavens!
HAMLETIf 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.
OPHELIAO heavenly powers,
restore him!
HAMLET89I 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.
ExitOPHELIAO, 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 POLONIUSKING CLAUDIUSLove! 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,
90Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
LORD POLONIUSIt 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 CLAUDIUSIt shall be so:
Madness in great
ones must not unwatch'd go.
Exeunt91SCENE II. A hall in the castle.Enter HAMLET and PlayersHAMLETSpeak 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 PlayerI warrant your honour.
HAMLETBe 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 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
92players 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 PlayerI hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
sir.
HAMLETO, 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
How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of
work?
LORD POLONIUSAnd the queen too, and that presently.
HAMLETBid the players make haste.
Exit POLONIUS
Will you two help to hasten them?
ROSENCRANTZ GUILDENSTERN93We will, my lord.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNHAMLETWhat ho! Horatio!
Enter HORATIOHORATIOHere, sweet lord, at your service.
HAMLETHoratio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my
conversation coped withal.
HORATIOO, my dear lord,—
HAMLETNay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee
That no
revenue hast but thy good spirits,
To
feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be
flatter'd?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
That they are not a
pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
94In my heart's
core , ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.—Something too much of this.—
There is a play to-night before the king;
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee of my father's death:
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments
join In censure of his seeming.
HORATIOWell, my lord:
If he
steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And 'scape detecting, I will pay the
theft .
HAMLETThey are coming to the play; I must be idle:
Get you a place.
Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS,
QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA,
ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and othersKING CLAUDIUSHow
fares our cousin Hamlet?
HAMLETExcellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat
the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
KING CLAUDIUS95I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words
are not mine.
HAMLETNo, nor mine now.
To POLONIUS
My lord, you played once i' the
university , you say?
LORD POLONIUSThat did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
HAMLETWhat did you enact?
LORD POLONIUSI did enact Julius Caesar: I was
killed i' the
Capitol; Brutus killed me.
HAMLETIt was a
brute part of him to
kill so capital a calf
there. Be the players ready?
ROSENCRANTZAy, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
QUEEN GERTRUDECome hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
HAMLETNo, good mother, here's
metal more attractive.
LORD POLONIUS96[To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that?
HAMLETLady, shall I lie in your lap?
Lying down at OPHELIA's feetOPHELIANo, my lord.
HAMLETI mean, my head upon your lap?
OPHELIAAy, my lord.
HAMLETDo you think I meant country matters?
OPHELIAI think nothing, my lord.
HAMLETThat's a fair thought to lie between maids'
legs .
OPHELIAWhat is, my lord?
HAMLETNothing.
OPHELIAYou are merry, my lord.
97HAMLETWho, I?
OPHELIAAy, my lord.
HAMLETO God, your only jig-
maker . What should a man do
but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
OPHELIANay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
HAMLETSo long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for
I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
months ago, and not
forgotten yet? Then there's
hope a great man's memory may outlive his life
half a
year : but, by'r lady, he must
build churches,
then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
the
hobby -horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
the hobby-horse is forgot.'
Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters
Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen em-
bracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of
protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his
head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of
flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes
in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours pois-
on in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds
the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poison -
er, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seem-
ing to lament with her. The dead body is carried away.
The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems98loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his
love
ExeuntOPHELIAWhat means this, my lord?
HAMLETMarry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
OPHELIABelike this show imports the argument of the play.
Enter PrologueHAMLETWe shall know by this fellow: the players cannot
keep counsel; they'll tell all.
OPHELIAWill he tell us what this show meant?
HAMLETAy, or any show that you'll show him: be not you
ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it
means.
OPHELIAYou are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.
PrologueFor us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.
99ExitHAMLETIs this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
OPHELIA'Tis brief, my lord.
HAMLETAs woman's love.
Enter two Players, King and QueenPlayer KingFull
thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
Neptune's salt
wash and
Tellus ' orbed ground,
And thirty dozen
moons with borrow'd sheen
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual in most
sacred bands.
Player QueenSo many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For
women 's fear and love holds quantity;
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Player King100'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
My
operant powers their
functions leave to do:
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Honour'd,
beloved ; and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou—
Player QueenO, confound the rest!
Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
In second husband let me be accurst!
None wed the second but who kill'd the first.
HAMLET[Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.
Player QueenThe instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
Player KingI do believe you think what now you speak;
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is
debt :
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion
ending , doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves
destroy :
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
101That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his
favourite flies;
The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But, orderly to end where I
begun ,
Our
wills and fates do so contrary run
That our
devices still are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
Player QueenNor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!
Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
To desperation turn my
trust and hope!
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
Both here and
hence pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
HAMLETIf she should break it now!
Player King'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
SleepsPlayer Queen102Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us
twain !
ExitHAMLETMadam, how like you this play?
QUEEN GERTRUDEThe lady protests too much, methinks.
HAMLETO, but she'll keep her word.
KING CLAUDIUSHave you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?
HAMLETNo, no, they do but
jest , poison in jest; no offence
i' the world.
KING CLAUDIUSWhat do you call the play?
HAMLETThe Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play
is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is
the
duke 's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see
anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'
that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it
touches us not: let the galled jade
wince , our
withers are unwrung.
Enter LUCIANUS
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
103OPHELIAYou are as good as a chorus, my lord.
HAMLETI could interpret between you and your love, if I
could see the puppets dallying.
OPHELIAYou are keen, my lord, you are keen.
HAMLETIt would
cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
OPHELIAStill better, and
worse .
HAMLETSo you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;
pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'
LUCIANUSThoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;
Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural
magic and
dire property,
On wholesome life usurp immediately.
Pours the poison into the sleeper's earsHAMLETHe poisons him i' the garden for's
estate . His
name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
104choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer
gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
OPHELIAThe king rises.
HAMLETWhat, frighted with false fire!
QUEEN GERTRUDEHow fares my lord?
LORD POLONIUSGive o'er the play.
KING CLAUDIUSGive me some light: away!
AllLights , lights, lights!
Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIOHAMLETWhy, let the stricken deer go weep,
The
hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a
forest of feathers— if
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me—with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
HORATIO105Half a
share .
HAMLETA whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very—pajock.
HORATIOYou might have rhymed.
HAMLETO good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIOVery well, my lord.
HAMLETUpon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIOI did very well note him.
HAMLETAh, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not,
perdy .
Come, some music!
Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNGUILDENSTERN106Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
HAMLETSir, a whole history.
GUILDENSTERNThe king, sir,—
HAMLETAy, sir, what of him?
GUILDENSTERNIs in his retirement marvellous distempered.
HAMLETWith drink, sir?
GUILDENSTERNNo, my lord, rather with choler.
HAMLETYour wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to his
doctor ; for, for me to put him
to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
more choler.
GUILDENSTERNGood my lord, put your discourse into some frame and
start not so wildly from my affair.
HAMLETI am tame, sir: pronounce.
107GUILDENSTERNThe queen, your mother, in most great affliction of
spirit, hath sent me to you.
HAMLETYou are welcome.
GUILDENSTERNNay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right
breed. If it shall please you to make me a
wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
commandment: if not, your pardon and my return
shall be the end of my business.
HAMLETSir, I cannot.
GUILDENSTERNWhat, my lord?
HAMLETMake you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but,
sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command;
or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no
more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,—
ROSENCRANTZThen thus she says; your behavior hath struck her
into amazement and admiration.
HAMLET108O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But
is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
admiration? Impart.
ROSENCRANTZShe desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you
go to bed.
HAMLETWe shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have
you any further trade with us?
ROSENCRANTZMy lord, you once did love me.
HAMLETSo I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
ROSENCRANTZGood my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you
do, surely, bar the
door upon your own liberty, if
you
deny your griefs to your friend.
HAMLETSir, I lack advancement.
ROSENCRANTZHow can that be, when you have the voice of the king
himself for your succession in Denmark?
HAMLETAy, but sir, 'While the
grass grows,'—the proverb
is something musty.
109Re-enter Players with recorders
O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
you:—why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
as if you would drive me into a toil?
GUILDENSTERNO, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
unmannerly.
HAMLETI do not well understand that. Will you play upon
this pipe?
GUILDENSTERNMy lord, I cannot.
HAMLETI pray you.
GUILDENSTERNBelieve me, I cannot.
HAMLETI do beseech you.
GUILDENSTERNI know no touch of it, my lord.
HAMLET'Tis as
easy as lying: govern these ventages with
your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
Look you, these are the stops.
110GUILDENSTERNBut these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony; I have not the
skill .
HAMLETWhy, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of
me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
the top of my
compass : and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot
you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
cannot play upon me.
Enter POLONIUS
God bless you, sir!
LORD POLONIUSMy lord, the queen would speak with you, and
presently.
HAMLETDo you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a
camel?
LORD POLONIUSBy the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
HAMLETMethinks it is like a weasel.
LORD POLONIUSIt is backed like a weasel.
111HAMLETOr like a
whale ?
LORD POLONIUSVery like a whale.
HAMLETThen I will come to my mother by and by. They fool
me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.
LORD POLONIUSI will say so.
HAMLETBy and by is easily said.
Exit POLONIUS
Leave me, friends.
Exeunt all but HAMLET
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this
firm bosom:
Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
How in my words soever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!
Exit112SCENE III. A room in the castle.Enter KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and
GUILDENSTERNKING CLAUDIUSI like him not, nor stands it
safe with us
To let his madness range. Therefore
prepare you;
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you:
The terms of our estate may not
endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.
GUILDENSTERNWe will ourselves
provide :
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed upon your majesty.
ROSENCRANTZThe
single and peculiar life is bound,
With all the
strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from noyance; but much more
That spirit upon whose weal
depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw
What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,
Fix'd on the summit of the
highest mount ,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
KING CLAUDIUS113Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy
voyage ;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.
ROSENCRANTZ GUILDENSTERNWe will haste us.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Enter POLONIUSLORD POLONIUSMy lord, he's going to his mother's closet:
Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
To hear the process; and warrant she'll tax him home:
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
KING CLAUDIUSThanks, dear my lord.
Exit POLONIUS
O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest
curse upon't,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as
sharp as will:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to
confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this two-
fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
114My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
Can
serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
Of those
effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
May one be pardon'd and
retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above;
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the teeth and
forehead of our faults,
To give in
evidence . What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: what can it not?
Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with
strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be well.
Retires and kneels
Enter HAMLETHAMLETNow might I do it pat, now he is
praying ;
And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;
And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is
hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread;
With all his crimes
broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his
audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
115When he is fit and season'd for his
passage ?
No!
Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous
pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
ExitKING CLAUDIUS[Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Exit116SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUSLORD POLONIUSHe will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your grace hath
screen 'd and stood between
Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
Pray you, be round with him.
HAMLET[Within] Mother, mother, mother!
QUEEN GERTRUDEI'll warrant you,
Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.
POLONIUS hides behind the arras
Enter HAMLETHAMLETNow, mother, what's the matter?
QUEEN GERTRUDEHamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
HAMLETMother, you have my father much offended.
QUEEN GERTRUDECome, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
HAMLET117Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
QUEEN GERTRUDEWhy, how now, Hamlet!
HAMLETWhat's the matter now?
QUEEN GERTRUDEHave you forgot me?
HAMLETNo, by the
rood , not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
And—would it were not so!—you are my mother.
QUEEN GERTRUDENay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
HAMLETCome, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
You go not till I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you.
QUEEN GERTRUDEWhat wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!
LORD POLONIUS[Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!
HAMLET118[
Drawing ] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
Makes a pass through the arrasLORD POLONIUS[Behind] O, I am
slain !
Falls and diesQUEEN GERTRUDEO me, what hast thou done?
HAMLETNay, I know not:
Is it the king?
QUEEN GERTRUDEO, what a
rash and bloody deed is this!
HAMLETA bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
QUEEN GERTRUDEAs kill a king!
HAMLETAy, lady, 'twas my word.
Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
Thou find'st to be too
busy is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
119If damned custom have not
brass 'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
QUEEN GERTRUDEWhat have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so
rude against me?
HAMLETSuch an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an
innocent love
And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
QUEEN GERTRUDEAy me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
HAMLETLook here, upon this picture, and on this,
The
counterfeit presentment of two
brothers .
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the
front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the
herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
120Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair
mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this
moor ? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
Would
step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a
difference . What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
Eyes without
feeling , feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so
mope .
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since
frost itself as actively doth
burn And reason panders will.
QUEEN GERTRUDEO Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
HAMLETNay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew 'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the
nasty sty,—
QUEEN GERTRUDE121O, speak to me no more;
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet!
HAMLETA murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a
vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the
rule ,
That from a
shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!
QUEEN GERTRUDENo more!
HAMLETA king of shreds and patches,—
Enter Ghost
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
QUEEN GERTRUDEAlas, he's mad!
HAMLETDo you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The
important acting of your dread command? O, say!
GhostDo not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul:
122Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Hamlet.
HAMLETHow is it with you, lady?
QUEEN GERTRUDEAlas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly
peep ;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
HAMLETOn him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
Lest with this piteous action you
convert My
stern effects: then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
QUEEN GERTRUDETo whom do you speak this?
HAMLETDo you see nothing there?
QUEEN GERTRUDENothing at all; yet all that is I see.
HAMLET123Nor did you nothing hear?
QUEEN GERTRUDENo, nothing but ourselves.
HAMLETWhy, look you there! look, how it
steals away!
My father, in his habit as he lived!
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the
portal !
Exit GhostQUEEN GERTRUDEThis the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless
creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
HAMLETEcstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but
skin and
film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not
spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the
fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
QUEEN GERTRUDE124O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
HAMLETO, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of
habits devil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock or livery,
That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
Pointing to POLONIUS
I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
To punish me with this and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
One word more, good lady.
QUEEN GERTRUDEWhat shall I do?
HAMLETNot this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And let him, for a
pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
125Make you to
ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
For who, that's but a queen, fair,
sober , wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the
basket on the house's top.
Let the
birds fly, and, like the
famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
And break your own neck down.
QUEEN GERTRUDEBe thou assured, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
HAMLETI must to England; you know that?
QUEEN GERTRUDEAlack,
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
HAMLETThere's
letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders
fang 'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And
marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the
engineer Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me packing:
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
126Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.
Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS127Act IVSCENE I. A room in the castle.Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE,
ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERNKING CLAUDIUSThere's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
QUEEN GERTRUDEBestow this place on us a little while.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
KING CLAUDIUSWhat, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
QUEEN GERTRUDEMad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.
KING CLAUDIUSO heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is full of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be
laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
128This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul
disease ,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
QUEEN GERTRUDETo draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of
metals base,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
KING CLAUDIUSO Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the
mountains touch,
But we will
ship him hence: and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the
chapel . I pray you, haste in this.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
And let them know, both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Exeunt129SCENE II. Another room in the castle.Enter HAMLETHAMLETSafely stowed.
ROSENCRANTZ: GUILDENSTERN:[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
HAMLETWhat noise? who calls on Hamlet?
O, here they come.
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNROSENCRANTZWhat have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
HAMLETCompounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
ROSENCRANTZTell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
And bear it to the chapel.
HAMLETDo not believe it.
ROSENCRANTZBelieve what?
HAMLET130That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
Besides , to be demanded of a
sponge ! what
replication should be made by the son of a king?
ROSENCRANTZTake you me for a sponge, my lord?
HAMLETAy, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
king best service in the end: he keeps them, like
an ape, in the
corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
shall be dry again.
ROSENCRANTZI understand you not, my lord.
HAMLETI am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a
foolish ear.
ROSENCRANTZMy lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go
with us to the king.
HAMLETThe body is with the king, but the king is not with
the body. The king is a thing—
GUILDENSTERNA thing, my lord!
131HAMLETOf nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
Exeunt132SCENE III. Another room in the castle.Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attendedKING CLAUDIUSI have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
He's loved of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
And where tis so, the
offender 's scourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause:
diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Or not at all.
Enter ROSENCRANTZ
How now! what hath befall'n?
ROSENCRANTZWhere the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
We cannot get from him.
KING CLAUDIUSBut where is he?
ROSENCRANTZWithout, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
KING CLAUDIUSBring him before us.
ROSENCRANTZHo, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN133KING CLAUDIUSNow, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
HAMLETAt
supper .
KING CLAUDIUSAt supper! where?
HAMLETNot where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
convocation of
politic worms are e'en at him. Your
worm is your only
emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
that's the end.
KING CLAUDIUSAlas, alas!
HAMLETA man may
fish with the worm that hath eat of a
king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
KING CLAUDIUSWhat dost you mean by this?
HAMLETNothing but to show you how a king may go a
progress through the guts of a beggar.
KING CLAUDIUS134Where is Polonius?
HAMLETIn heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger
find him not there, seek him i' the other place
yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
stairs into the lobby.
KING CLAUDIUSGo seek him there.
To some AttendantsHAMLETHe will stay till ye come.
Exeunt AttendantsKING CLAUDIUSHamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,—
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done,—must send thee hence
With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
The associates tend, and every thing is bent
For England.
HAMLETFor England!
KING CLAUDIUSAy, Hamlet.
HAMLETGood.
135KING CLAUDIUSSo is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
HAMLETI see a
cherub that sees them. But, come; for
England! Farewell, dear mother.
KING CLAUDIUSThy loving father, Hamlet.
HAMLETMy mother: father and mother is man and wife; man
and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for
England!
ExitKING CLAUDIUSFollow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught—
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us—thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
By letters congruing to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must
cure me: till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my
haps , my joys were ne'er begun.
Exit136SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark.Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain , and Soldiers, marchingPRINCE FORTINBRASGo, captain, from me greet the Danish king;
Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye;
And let him know so.
CaptainI will do't, my lord.
PRINCE FORTINBRASGo softly on.
Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers
Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and
othersHAMLETGood sir, whose powers are these?
CaptainThey are of Norway, sir.
HAMLETHow purposed, sir, I pray you?
CaptainAgainst some part of
Poland .
137HAMLETWho
commands them, sir?
CaptainThe nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.
HAMLETGoes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?
CaptainTruly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to
gain a little
patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be
sold in fee.
HAMLETWhy, then the Polack never will defend it.
CaptainYes, it is already garrison'd.
HAMLETTwo thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthume of much
wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.
CaptainGod be wi' you, sir.
138ExitROSENCRANTZWilt please you go, my lord?
HAMLETI'll be with you straight go a little before.
Exeunt all except HAMLET
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and
market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But
greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the
stake . How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of
fame ,
Go to their graves like beds,
fight for a
plot 139Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not
tomb enough and
continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Exit140SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a GentlemanQUEEN GERTRUDEI will not speak with her.
GentlemanShe is importunate, indeed distract:
Her mood will needs be pitied.
QUEEN GERTRUDEWhat would she have?
GentlemanShe speaks much of her father; says she hears
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her
heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to
collection ; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and
gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
HORATIO'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
QUEEN GERTRUDELet her come in.
Exit HORATIO141To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIAOPHELIAWhere is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
QUEEN GERTRUDEHow now, Ophelia!
OPHELIA[Sings]
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and
staff ,
And his sandal shoon.
QUEEN GERTRUDEAlas, sweet lady, what imports this
song ?
OPHELIASay you? nay, pray you, mark.
Sings
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a
stone .
QUEEN GERTRUDENay, but, Ophelia,—
OPHELIA142Pray you, mark.
Sings
White his shroud as the mountain snow,—
Enter KING CLAUDIUSQUEEN GERTRUDEAlas, look here, my lord.
OPHELIA[Sings]
Larded with sweet flowers
Which bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.
KING CLAUDIUSHow do you,
pretty lady?
OPHELIAWell, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a
baker 's
daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
what we may be. God be at your table!
KING CLAUDIUSConceit upon her father.
OPHELIAPray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
ask you what it means, say you this:
Sings
To-morrow is Saint
Valentine 's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your
window ,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the
chamber -door;
143Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never
departed more.
KING CLAUDIUSPretty Ophelia!
OPHELIAIndeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
Sings
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do't, if they come to't;
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.
KING CLAUDIUSHow long hath she been thus?
OPHELIAI hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach ! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.
ExitKING CLAUDIUSFollow her close; give her good watch,
I pray you.
Exit HORATIO
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
144When sorrows come, they come not single spies
But in battalions. First, her father slain:
Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,
In hugger-
mugger to
inter him: poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France;
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering-piece, in many
places Gives me superfluous death.
A noise withinQUEEN GERTRUDEAlack, what noise is this?
KING CLAUDIUSWhere are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
Enter another Gentleman
What is the matter?
GentlemanSave yourself, my lord:
The
ocean , overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
145They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'
Caps , hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'
QUEEN GERTRUDEHow cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is
counter , you false Danish
dogs !
KING CLAUDIUSThe doors are broke.
Noise within
Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following LAERTESWhere is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.
DanesNo, let's come in.
LAERTESI pray you, give me leave.
DanesWe will, we will.
They retire without the doorLAERTESI thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
Give me my father!
QUEEN GERTRUDECalmly, good Laertes.
146LAERTESThat
drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.
KING CLAUDIUSWhat is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
Speak, man.
LAERTESWhere is my father?
KING CLAUDIUSDead.
QUEEN GERTRUDEBut not by him.
KING CLAUDIUSLet him demand his
fill .
LAERTESHow came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
147Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most thoroughly for my father.
KING CLAUDIUSWho shall stay you?
LAERTESMy will, not all the world:
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.
KING CLAUDIUSGood Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and
loser ?
LAERTESNone but his enemies.
KING CLAUDIUSWill you know them then?
LAERTESTo his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
Repast them with my blood.
KING CLAUDIUSWhy, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensible in grief for it,
148It shall as level to your judgment
pierce As day does to your eye.
Danes[Within] Let her come in.
LAERTESHow now! what noise is that?
Re-enter OPHELIA
O heat, dry up my brains! tears
seven times salt,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be
paid by
weight ,
Till our scale turn the
beam . O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
Should be as moral as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious
instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
OPHELIA[Sings]
They bore him barefaced on the
bier ;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear:—
Fare you well, my dove!
LAERTESHadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.
OPHELIA[Sings]
You must sing a-down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.
149O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
steward, that stole his master's daughter.
LAERTESThis nothing's more than matter.
OPHELIAThere's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for
thoughts.
LAERTESA
document in madness, thoughts and remembrance
fitted.
OPHELIAThere's
fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb -grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,—
Sings
For bonny sweet
Robin is all my joy.
LAERTESThought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness.
OPHELIA[Sings]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed:
150He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his
poll :
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.
ExitLAERTESDo you see this, O God?
KING CLAUDIUSLaertes, I must
commune with your grief,
Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
LAERTESLet this be so;
His means of death, his
obscure funeral—
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble
rite nor
formal ostentation—
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.
KING CLAUDIUSSo you shall;
And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.
151Exeunt152SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.Enter HORATIO and a ServantHORATIOWhat are they that would speak with me?
ServantSailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.
HORATIOLet them come in.
Exit Servant
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
Enter SailorsFirst SailorGod bless you, sir.
HORATIOLet him bless thee too.
First SailorHe shall, sir, an't please him. There's a
letter for
you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am
let to know it is.
HORATIO[Reads] 'Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked
this, give these fellows some means to the king:
they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old
at sea, a
pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
153chase . Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded
them: on the instant they got
clear of our ship; so
I alone
became their prisoner. They have dealt with
me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they
did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king
have the letters I have sent; and
repair thou to me
with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
have words to speak in thine ear will make thee
dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of
the matter. These good fellows will bring thee
where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their
course for England: of them I have much to tell
thee. Farewell.
'He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.'
Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.
Exeunt154SCENE VII. Another room in the castle.Enter KING CLAUDIUS and LAERTESKING CLAUDIUSNow must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.
LAERTESIt well appears: but tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were
stirr 'd up.
KING CLAUDIUSO, for two special
reasons ;
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks; and for myself—
My virtue or my plague, be it either which—
She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,
Is the great love the general gender bear him;
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Would, like the spring that turneth
wood to stone,
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
Too
slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them.
LAERTES155And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
KING CLAUDIUSBreak not your sleeps for that: you must not think
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with danger
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
And that, I hope, will teach you to
imagine —
Enter a Messenger
How now! what news?
MessengerLetters, my lord, from Hamlet:
This to your majesty; this to the queen.
KING CLAUDIUSFrom Hamlet! who brought them?
MessengerSailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
They were given me by Claudio; he received them
Of him that brought them.
KING CLAUDIUSLaertes, you shall hear them. Leave us.
Exit Messenger
Reads
'High and mighty, You shall know I am set
naked on
your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
156and more strange return. 'HAMLET.'
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
LAERTESKnow you the hand?
KING CLAUDIUS'Tis Hamlets
character . 'Naked!
And in a
postscript here, he says 'alone.'
Can you advise me?
LAERTESI'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
'Thus didest thou.'
KING CLAUDIUSIf it be so, Laertes—
As how should it be so? how otherwise?—
Will you be ruled by me?
LAERTESAy, my lord;
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
KING CLAUDIUSTo thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an
exploit , now ripe in my
device ,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
157But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
And call it accident.
LAERTESMy lord, I will be ruled;
The rather, if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
KING CLAUDIUSIt falls right.
You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you
shine : your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.
LAERTESWhat part is that, my lord?
KING CLAUDIUSA very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
Here was a gentleman of Normandy:—
I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorpsed and
demi -natured
With the brave beast: so far he
topp 'd my thought,
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.
LAERTES158A Norman was't?
KING CLAUDIUSA Norman.
LAERTESUpon my life, Lamond.
KING CLAUDIUSThe very same.
LAERTESI know him well: he is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the nation.
KING CLAUDIUSHe made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence
And for your rapier most especially,
That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
Now, out of this,—
LAERTESWhat out of this, my lord?
KING CLAUDIUS159Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
LAERTESWhy ask you this?
KING CLAUDIUSNot that I think you did not love your father;
But that I know love is begun by time;
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the
spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or
snuff that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness,
growing to a plurisy,
Dies in his own too much: that we would do
We should do when we would; for this 'would'
changes And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh,
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:—
Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,
To show yourself your father's son in deed
More than in words?
LAERTESTo cut his throat i' the
church .
KING CLAUDIUSNo place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.
Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home:
We'll put on those shall praise your excellence
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together
160And
wager on your heads: he, being
remiss ,
Most generous and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and in a pass of practise
Requite him for your father.
LAERTESI will do't:
And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal that, but dip a
knife in it,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but
scratch 'd withal: I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
KING CLAUDIUSLet's further think of this;
Weigh what convenience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
And that our drift look through our bad performance,
'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this
project Should have a back or second, that might hold,
If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see:
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't.
When in your motion you are hot and dry—
As make your bouts more violent to that end—
And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
A
chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
If he by
chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there.
Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE
How now, sweet queen!
QUEEN GERTRUDE161One woe doth tread upon another's
heel ,
So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
LAERTESDrown'd! O, where?
QUEEN GERTRUDEThere is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old
tunes ;
As one incapable of her own
distress ,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her
garments , heavy with their drink,
Pull 'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
LAERTESAlas, then, she is drown'd?
QUEEN GERTRUDEDrown'd, drown'd.
LAERTESToo much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
162Let shame say what it will: when these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord:
I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,
But that this folly douts it.
ExitKING CLAUDIUSLet's follow, Gertrude:
How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again;
Therefore let's follow.
Exeunt163Act VSCENE I. A churchyard.Enter two Clowns, with spades, & cFirst ClownIs she to be buried in Christian
burial that
wilfully seeks her own salvation?
Second ClownI tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave
straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
Christian burial.
First ClownHow can that be, unless she drowned herself in her
own defence?
Second ClownWhy, 'tis found so.
First ClownIt must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For
here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly,
it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it
is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned
herself wittingly.
Second ClownNay, but hear you, goodman delver,—
First Clown164Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here
stands the man; good; if the man go to this water,
and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he
goes,—mark you that; but if the water come to him
and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he
that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own
life.
Second ClownBut is this law?
First ClownAy, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.
Second ClownWill you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been
a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'
Christian burial.
First ClownWhy, there thou say'st: and the more pity that
great folk should have countenance in this world to
drown or hang themselves, more than their even
Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers:
they hold up Adam's profession.
Second ClownWas he a gentleman?
First ClownHe was the first that ever bore arms.
Second Clown165Why, he had none.
First ClownWhat, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the
Scripture? The Scripture says 'Adam digged:'
could he dig without arms? I'll put another
question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the
purpose, confess thyself—
Second ClownGo to.
First ClownWhat is he that builds stronger than either the
mason, the shipwright, or the
carpenter ?
Second ClownThe gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a
thousand tenants.
First ClownI like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
does well; but how does it well? it does well to
those that do in: now thou dost ill to say the
gallows is
built stronger than the church: argal,
the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come.
Second Clown'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or
a carpenter?'
First ClownAy, tell me that, and unyoke.
166Second ClownMarry, now I can tell.
First ClownTo't.
Second ClownMass, I cannot tell.
Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance First ClownCudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull
ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when
you are
asked this question next, say 'a
grave-maker: 'the
houses that he makes last till
doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a
stoup of liquor.
Exit Second Clown
He digs and sings
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
O, methought, there was nothing meet.
HAMLETHas this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-making?
HORATIOCustom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
HAMLET'Tis e'en so: the hand of little
employment hath
the daintier sense.
167First Clown[Sings]
But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath claw'd me in his
clutch ,
And hath shipped me intil the land,
As if I had never been such.
Throws up a skull HAMLETThat skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?
HORATIOIt might, my lord.
HAMLETOr of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow,
sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might
be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord
such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it
not?
HORATIOAy, my lord.
HAMLETWhy, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and
knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade:
here's fine
revolution , an we had the trick to
see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding,
but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.
168First Clown[Sings]
A
pick -axe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
Throws up another skullHAMLETThere's another: why may not that be the skull of a
lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets,
his
cases , his tenures, and his tricks? why does he
suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the
sconce with a
dirty shovel, and will not tell him of
his action of
battery ? Hum! This fellow might be
in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes,
his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers,
his recoveries: is this the fine of his fines, and
the
recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him
no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The
very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in
this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more,
ha?
HORATIONot a jot more, my lord.
HAMLETIs not parchment made of sheepskins?
HORATIOAy, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
HAMLET169They are
sheep and calves which seek out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose
grave's this, sirrah?
First ClownMine, sir.
Sings
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
HAMLETI think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
First ClownYou lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not
yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.
HAMLET'Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine:
'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
First Clown'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me to
you.
HAMLETWhat man dost thou dig it for?
First ClownFor no man, sir.
HAMLETWhat woman, then?
170First ClownFor none, neither.
HAMLETWho is to be buried in't?
First ClownOne that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's
dead.
HAMLETHow absolute the knave is! we must speak by the
card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,
Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of
it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the
peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he
gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a
grave-maker?
First ClownOf all the days i' the year, I came to't that day
that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
HAMLETHow long is that since?
First ClownCannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it
was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he that
is mad, and sent into England.
HAMLETAy, marry, why was he sent into England?
171First ClownWhy, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits
there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.
HAMLETWhy?
First Clown'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men
are as mad as he.
HAMLETHow came he mad?
First ClownVery strangely, they say.
HAMLETHow strangely?
First ClownFaith, e'en with losing his wits.
HAMLETUpon what ground?
First ClownWhy, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man
and boy, thirty years.
HAMLETHow long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
172First ClownI' faith, if he be not rotten before he die—as we
have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce
hold the laying in—he will last you some eight year
or
nine year: a tanner will last you nine year.
HAMLETWhy he more than another?
First ClownWhy, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that
he will keep out water a great while; and your water
is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body.
Here's a skull now; this skull has
lain in the earth
three and twenty years.
HAMLETWhose was it?
First ClownA whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it
was?
HAMLETNay, I know not.
First ClownA pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a
flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull,
sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
HAMLETThis?
173First ClownE'en that.
HAMLETLet me see.
Takes the skull
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my
gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your
gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite
chap -fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her
paint an
inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
HORATIOWhat's that, my lord?
HAMLETDost thou think
Alexander looked o' this fashion i'
the earth?
HORATIOE'en so.
HAMLETAnd smelt so? pah!
Puts down the skullHORATIO174E'en so, my lord.
HAMLETTo what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may
not imagination
trace the noble dust of Alexander,
till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
HORATIO'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
HAMLETNo, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with
modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as
thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried,
Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of
earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he
was converted, might they not stop a beer-
barrel ?
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a
wall to expel the
winter flaw!
But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king.
Enter Priest , & c. in procession; the Corpse of OPHELIA,
LAERTES and Mourners following; KING CLAUDIUS,
QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains, & c
The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow?
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.
Couch we awhile, and mark.
Retiring with HORATIOLAERTESWhat ceremony else?
HAMLET175That is Laertes,
A very noble youth: mark.
LAERTESWhat ceremony else?
First PriestHer obsequies have been as far enlarged
As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodged
Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her;
Yet here she is allow'd her
virgin crants,
Her maiden strewments and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.
LAERTESMust there no more be done?
First PriestNo more be done:
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a
requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
LAERTESLay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.
HAMLETWhat, the fair Ophelia!
176QUEEN GERTRUDESweets to the sweet: farewell!
Scattering flowers
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.
LAERTESO, treble woe
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
Leaps into the grave
Now
pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of
blue Olympus.
HAMLET[Advancing] What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
Leaps into the graveLAERTESThe devil take thy soul!
Grappling with himHAMLETThou pray'st not well.
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
177Yet have I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.
KING CLAUDIUSPluck them asunder.
QUEEN GERTRUDEHamlet, Hamlet!
AllGentlemen,—
HORATIOGood my lord, be quiet.
The Attendants part them, and they come out of the
graveHAMLETWhy I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
QUEEN GERTRUDEO my son, what theme?
HAMLETI loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
KING CLAUDIUSO, he is mad, Laertes.
QUEEN GERTRUDE178For love of God, forbear him.
HAMLET'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a
crocodile ?
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Be buried quick with her, and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
Make
Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll
rant as well as thou.
QUEEN GERTRUDEThis is mere madness:
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;
Anon, as patient as the
female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
HAMLETHear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
ExitKING CLAUDIUSI pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him.
Exit HORATIO
To LAERTES
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
We'll put the matter to the present
push .
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
179This grave shall have a living monument:
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.
Exeunt180SCENE II. A hall in the castle.Enter HAMLET and HORATIOHAMLETSo much for this, sir: now shall you see the other;
You do remember all the circumstance?
HORATIORemember it, my lord?
HAMLETSir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
And praised be rashness for it, let us know,
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough -hew them how we will,—
HORATIOThat is most certain.
HAMLETUp from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the
dark Groped I to find out them; had my desire.
Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine own room again; making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their
grand commission; where I found, Horatio,—
O royal knavery!—an exact command,
Larded with many several
sorts of reasons
Importing Denmark's health and England's too,
With, ho! such
bugs and goblins in my life,
181That, on the
supervise , no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.
HORATIOIs't possible?
HAMLETHere's the commission: read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?
HORATIOI beseech you.
HAMLETBeing thus be-netted round with villanies,—
Ere I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play—I sat me down,
Devised a new commission, wrote it fair:
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair and labour'd much
How to forget that
learning , but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know
The effect of what I wrote?
HORATIOAy, good my lord.
HAMLETAn earnest conjuration from the king,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma '
tween their amities,
And many such-like 'As'es of great charge,
182That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should the bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving-time allow'd.
HORATIOHow was this seal'd?
HAMLETWhy, even in that was heaven ordinant.
I had my father's signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish seal;
Folded the writ up in form of the other,
Subscribed it, gave't the
impression , placed it safely,
The changeling never known. Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
Thou know'st already.
HORATIOSo Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
HAMLETWhy, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed
points Of mighty opposites.
HORATIOWhy, what a king is this!
HAMLETDoes it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon—
He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother,
183Popp 'd in between the election and my
hopes ,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage—is't not
perfect conscience,
To
quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
HORATIOIt must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.
HAMLETIt will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.'
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For, by the image of my cause, I see
The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours.
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
HORATIOPeace! who comes here?
Enter OSRICOSRICYour lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
HAMLETI humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?
HORATIONo, my good lord.
HAMLET184Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
know him. He hath much land, and
fertile : let a
beast be lord of beasts, and his
crib shall stand at
the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.
OSRICSweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
HAMLETI will receive it, sir, with all diligence of
spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
OSRICI thank your lordship, it is very hot.
HAMLETNo, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is
northerly.
OSRICIt is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
HAMLETBut yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my
complexion.
OSRICExceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,—as
'twere,—I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his
majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a
great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,—
185HAMLETI beseech you, remember—
HAMLET moves him to put on his hatOSRICNay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.
Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe
me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent
differences, of very soft society and great showing:
indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or
calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the
continent of what part a gentleman would see.
HAMLETSir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;
though, I know, to divide him inventorially would
dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw
neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the
verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of
great article; and his infusion of such dearth and
rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his
semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace
him, his umbrage, nothing more.
OSRICYour lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
HAMLETThe concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman
in our more rawer breath?
OSRICSir?
HORATIO186Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?
You will do't, sir,
really .
HAMLETWhat imports the nomination of this gentleman?
OSRICOf Laertes?
HORATIOHis purse is empty already; all's golden words are
spent .
HAMLETOf him, sir.
OSRICI know you are not ignorant—
HAMLETI would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did,
it would not much approve me. Well, sir?
OSRICYou are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is—
HAMLETI dare not confess that, lest I should
compare with
him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to
know himself.
OSRIC187I mean, sir, for his
weapon ; but in the imputation
laid on him by them, in his
meed he's unfellowed.
HAMLETWhat's his weapon?
OSRICRapier and dagger.
HAMLETThat's two of his weapons: but, well.
OSRICThe king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary
horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take
it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their
assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the
carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very
responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages,
and of very liberal conceit.
HAMLETWhat call you the carriages?
HORATIOI knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had
done.
OSRICThe carriages, sir, are the hangers.
HAMLET188The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we
could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might
be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses
against six French swords, their assigns, and three
liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet
against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it?
OSRICThe king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes
between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you
three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it
would come to immediate trial, if your lordship
would vouchsafe the answer.
HAMLETHow if I answer 'no'?
OSRICI mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.
HAMLETSir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his
majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the
king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can;
if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
OSRICShall I re-deliver you e'en so?
HAMLETTo this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.
OSRIC189I commend my duty to your lordship.
HAMLETYours, yours.
Exit OSRIC
He does well to commend it himself; there are no
tongues else for's turn.
HORATIOThis lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.
HAMLETHe did comply with his dug, before he sucked it.
Thus has he—and many more of the same bevy that I
know the dressy age dotes on—only got the tune of
the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of
yesty collection, which carries them through and
through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do
but blow them to their trial, the
bubbles are out.
Enter a LordLordMy lord, his majesty commended him to you by young
Osric, who brings back to him that you
attend him in
the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to
play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.
HAMLETI am
constant to my purpose; they follow the king's
pleasure: if his
fitness speaks, mine is ready; now
or whensoever, provided I be so
able as now.
LordThe king and queen and all are coming down.
190HAMLETIn happy time.
LordThe queen desires you to use some gentle
entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.
HAMLETShe well instructs me.
Exit LordHORATIOYou will lose this wager, my lord.
HAMLETI do not think so: since he went into France, I
have been in continual practise: I shall win at the
odds . But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here
about my heart: but it is no matter.
HORATIONay, good my lord,—
HAMLETIt is but foolery; but it is such a kind of
gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman.
HORATIOIf your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will
forestall their repair hither, and say you are not
fit.
HAMLET191Not a
whit , we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES,
Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, & cKING CLAUDIUSCome, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET'sHAMLETGive me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong;
But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows,
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
With sore distraction. What I have done,
That might your nature, honour and exception
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet:
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine
arrow o'er the house,
And
hurt my brother.
LAERTESI am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive, in this
case , should stir me most
To my revenge: but in my terms of honour
192I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,
Till by some
elder masters, of known honour,
I have a voice and precedent of peace,
To keep my name ungored. But till that time,
I do receive your offer'd love like love,
And will not wrong it.
HAMLETI embrace it freely;
And will this brother's wager frankly play.
Give us the foils. Come on.
LAERTESCome, one for me.
HAMLETI'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance
Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
LAERTESYou mock me, sir.
HAMLETNo, by this hand.
KING CLAUDIUSGive them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
HAMLETVery well, my lord
Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side.
193KING CLAUDIUSI do not fear it; I have seen you both:
But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.
LAERTESThis is too heavy, let me see another.
HAMLETThis likes me well. These foils have all a length?
They prepare to playOSRICAy, my good lord.
KING CLAUDIUSSet me the stoops of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire:
The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath;
And in the cup an union shall he throw,
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,
'Now the king dunks to Hamlet.' Come, begin:
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
HAMLETCome on, sir.
LAERTESCome, my lord.
194They playHAMLETOne.
LAERTESNo.
HAMLETJudgment.
OSRICA hit, a very palpable hit.
LAERTESWell; again.
KING CLAUDIUSStay; give me drink. Hamlet, this
pearl is thine;
Here's to thy health.
Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within
Give him the cup.
HAMLETI'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come.
They play
Another hit; what say you?
LAERTESA touch, a touch, I do confess.
KING CLAUDIUS195Our son shall win.
QUEEN GERTRUDEHe's fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows;
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
HAMLETGood madam!
KING CLAUDIUSGertrude, do not drink.
QUEEN GERTRUDEI will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
KING CLAUDIUS[Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.
HAMLETI dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
QUEEN GERTRUDECome, let me wipe thy face.
LAERTESMy lord, I'll hit him now.
KING CLAUDIUSI do not think't.
LAERTES196[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
HAMLETCome, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
LAERTESSay you so? come on.
They playOSRICNothing, neither way.
LAERTESHave at you now!
LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they
change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTESKING CLAUDIUSPart them; they are incensed.
HAMLETNay, come, again.
QUEEN GERTRUDE fallsOSRICLook to the queen there, ho!
HORATIOThey bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
OSRIC197How is't, Laertes?
LAERTESWhy, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
HAMLETHow does the queen?
KING CLAUDIUSShe swounds to see them bleed.
QUEEN GERTRUDENo, no, the drink, the drink,—O my dear Hamlet,—
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.
DiesHAMLETO villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:
Treachery! Seek it out.
LAERTESIt is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;
No medicine in the world can do thee good;
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise
Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:
I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.
HAMLETThe point!—envenom'd too!
Then, venom, to thy work.
198Stabs KING CLAUDIUSAllTreason! treason!
KING CLAUDIUSO, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
HAMLETHere, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
KING CLAUDIUS diesLAERTESHe is justly served;
It is a poison temper'd by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me.
DiesHAMLETHeaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time—as this fell sergeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest—O, I could tell you—
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
HORATIO199Never believe it:
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:
Here's yet some liquor left.
HAMLETAs thou'rt a man,
Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
March afar off, and shot within
What warlike noise is this?
OSRICYoung Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.
HAMLETO, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England;
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
DiesHORATIONow cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither?
March within200Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and
othersPRINCE FORTINBRASWhere is this sight?
HORATIOWhat is it ye would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
PRINCE FORTINBRASThis quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?
First AmbassadorThe sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?
HORATIONot from his mouth,
Had it the
ability of life to thank you:
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrived give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of
accidental judgments, casual slaughters,
201Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I
Truly deliver.
PRINCE FORTINBRASLet us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune:
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to
claim my vantage doth invite me.
HORATIOOf that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more;
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance
On plots and errors,
happen .
PRINCE FORTINBRASLet four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies: such a sight as this
Becomes the
field , but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers
shoot .
A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after
which a peal of ordnance is shot off202www.feedbooks.comFood for the mind
203Document Outline
- Act I
- SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
- SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.
- SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
- SCENE IV. The platform.
- SCENE V. Another part of the platform.
- Act II
- SCENE I. A room in POLONIUS' house.
- SCENE II. A room in the castle
- Act III
- SCENE I. A room in the castle.
- SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
- SCENE III. A room in the castle.
- SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.
- Act IV
- SCENE I. A room in the castle.
- SCENE II. Another room in the castle.
- SCENE III. Another room in the castle.
- SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark.
- SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.
- SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.
- SCENE VII. Another room in the castle.
- Act V
- SCENE I. A churchyard.
- SCENE II. A hall in the castle.
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