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SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the CastleRun: 2026-06-28 22:02BokRobot · Page 1 / 100

SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Castle

Enter Francisco and Barnardo, two sentinels.

BARNARDOWho's there?
FRANCISCONay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself.
BARNARDOLong live the King!
FRANCISCOBarnardo?
BARNARDOHe.
FRANCISCOYou come most carefully on your hour.
BARNARDO'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCOFor this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
BARNARDOHave you had quiet guard?
FRANCISCONot a mouse stirring.
BARNARDOWell, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

FRANCISCOI think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there?
HORATIOFriends to this ground.
MARCELLUSAnd liegemen to the Dane.
FRANCISCOGive you good night.
MARCELLUSO, farewell, honest soldier, who hath reliev'd you?
FRANCISCOBarnardo has my place. Give you good-night.

[Exit.]

MARCELLUSHolla, Barnardo!
BARNARDOSay, what, is Horatio there?
HORATIOA piece of him.
BARNARDOWelcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus.
MARCELLUSWhat, has this thing appear'd again tonight?
BARNARDOI 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.
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BARNARDOSit down awhile,
And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
HORATIOWell, sit we down,
And let us hear Barnardo speak of this.
BARNARDOLast night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole,
Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
The bell then beating one—
MARCELLUSPeace, break thee off. Look where it comes again.

Enter Ghost.

BARNARDOIn the same figure, like the King that's dead.
MARCELLUSThou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
BARNARDOLooks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.
HORATIOMost like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.
BARNARDOIt would be spoke to.
MARCELLUSQuestion 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.
BARNARDOSee, it stalks away.
HORATIOStay! speak, speak! I charge thee speak!

[Exit Ghost.]

MARCELLUS'Tis gone, and will not answer.
BARNARDOHow 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.
MARCELLUSIs it not like the King?
HORATIOAs thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on
When he th'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.
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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,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd 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 seiz'd 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 cov'nant
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 rummage in the land.
BARNARDOI 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.
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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,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
On 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.

Re-enter Ghost.

HORATIOBut, soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!
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.
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!

[The cock crows.]

HORATIOStop it, Marcellus!
MARCELLUSShall I strike at it with my partisan?
HORATIODo, if it will not stand.
BARNARDO'Tis here!
HORATIO'Tis here!

[Exit Ghost.]

MARCELLUS'Tis gone!
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.
BARNARDOIt was about to speak, when the cock crew.
HORATIOAnd then it started, like a guilty thing
On 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,
Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine. And of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
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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 dare 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 tonight
Unto young Hamlet; for on 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.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE II. Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle

Enter Claudius King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius,

Laertes, Voltemand,
Cornelius, Lords and Attendant.

KINGThough 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,
Th'imperial jointress to this warlike state,
Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,
With one auspicious and one 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 this dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
His further gait herein; in that the levies,
The lists, and full proportions are all made
Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,
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 dilated articles allow.
Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
CORNELIUS and VOLTEMANDIn that, and all things, will we show our duty.
KINGWe doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.

[Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.]

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KINGAnd 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 lose 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?
LAERTESDread my 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.
KINGHave you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
POLONIUSHe hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition; and at last
On his will I seal'd my hard consent.
I do beseech you give him leave to go.
KINGTake 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.
KINGHow is it that the clouds still hang on you?
HAMLETNot so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun.
QUEENGood 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.
QUEENIf it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
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HAMLETSeems, 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 forc'd breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shows 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'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 persevere
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 today,
'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father; for let the world take note
You are the most immediate to our throne,
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you bend you to remain
Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
QUEENLet 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.
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KINGWhy, 'tis a loving and a fair reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
No jocund health that Denmark drinks today
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]

HAMLETO 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! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! Oh fie! 'tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead—nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on; and yet, within a month—
Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman!
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed 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 mine 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 Barnardo.

HORATIOHail 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.
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HAMLETSir, my good friend;
I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?—
Marcellus?
MARCELLUSMy 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 my 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 prithee do not mock me, fellow-student.
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
HORATIOIndeed, my lord, it follow'd hard on.
HAMLETThrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.
My father,—methinks I see my father.
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 on 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 a while
With an attent ear, till I may deliver
On the witness of these gentlemen
This marvel to you.
HAMLETFor God's love let me hear.
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HORATIOTwo nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch
In the dead waste and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie,
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; while they, distill'd

HORATIOAlmost 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, on the platform where we watch.
HAMLETDid you not speak to it?
HORATIOMy lord, I did;
But answer made it none: yet once methought
It lifted up it 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 tonight?
MARCELLUS and BARNARDOWe do, my lord.
HAMLETArm'd, say you?
Both.
Arm'd, my lord.
HAMLETFrom top to toe?
BOTHMy 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.
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HAMLETAnd fix'd his eyes on you?
HORATIOMost constantly.
HAMLETI would I had been there.
HORATIOIt would have much amaz'd you.
HAMLETVery like, very like. Stay'd it long?
HORATIOWhile one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
MARCELLUS and BARNARDOLonger, 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 tonight;
Perchance 'twill walk again.
HORATIOI warrant you 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;
And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well.
On the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you.
ALLOur duty to your honour.
HAMLETYour loves, as mine to you: farewell.

[Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus and Barnardo.]

HAMLETMy father's spirit in arms! All is not well;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

[Exit.]

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SCENE III. A room in Polonius’s 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 unvalu'd persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The sanctity and health of this whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
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 disclos'd,
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.
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OPHELIAI shall th'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;
While 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.

LAERTESA double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles on a second leave.
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 you.

[Laying his hand on Laertes's head.]

POLONIUSAnd these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgement.
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 own self 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.
POLONIUSThe time invites you; go, your servants tend.
LAERTESFarewell, Ophelia, and remember well
What I have said to you.
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OPHELIA'Tis in my memory lock'd,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
LAERTESFarewell.

[Exit.]

POLONIUSWhat is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
OPHELIASo please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
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.
POLONIUSAffection! 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.
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 importun'd me with love
In honourable fashion.
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.
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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 something scanter of your maiden presence;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate
Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him that he is young;
And with a larger tether may he walk
Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
Not of that dye which their investments show,
But mere implorators of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
The better to beguile. This is for all:
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth
Have you so slander any moment leisure
As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you; come your ways.
OPHELIAI shall obey, my lord.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE IV. The platform

Enter Hamlet, Horatio and Marcellus.

HAMLETThe air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIOIt is a nipping and an eager air.
HAMLETWhat hour now?
HORATIOI think it lacks of twelve.
MARCELLUSNo, it is struck.
HORATIOIndeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

[A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off within.]

HORATIOWhat does this mean, my lord?
HAMLETThe King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels;
And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.
HORATIOIs it a custom?
HAMLETAy marry is't;
And 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 traduc'd 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 their o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;
Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens
The form of plausive manners;—that these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being Nature's livery or Fortune's star,—
His 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 evil
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his own scandal.
HORATIOLook, my lord, it comes!

Enter Ghost.

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HAMLETAngels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st 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 canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again! What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?

[Ghost beckons Hamlet.]

HORATIOIt 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 will I follow it.
HORATIODo not, my lord.
HAMLETWhy, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at 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.
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HORATIOBe rul'd; you shall not go.
HAMLETMy fate cries out,
And makes each petty artery in this body
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

[Ghost beckons.]

HAMLETStill am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.

[Breaking free from them.]

HAMLETBy heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
I say, away!—Go on, I'll follow thee.

[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.]

HORATIOHe 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.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE V. A more remote part of the Castle

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

HAMLETWhither wilt thou lead me? Speak, I'll go no further.
GHOSTMark me.
HAMLETI will.
GHOSTMy hour is almost come,
When I to sulph'rous 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.
HAMLETWhat?
GHOSTI am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd 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 on 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.
HAMLETHaste 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 rots 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 abus'd; but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.
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HAMLETO my prophetic soul!
Mine 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
On a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine. But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven;
So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
Will sate itself in a celestial bed
And prey on garbage.
But soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
On 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 it 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,
Unhous'led, 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 pursu'st 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, adieu. Remember me.

[Exit.]

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HAMLETO all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall live

Within the book and volume of my brain,

HAMLETUnmix'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 am sure it may be so in Denmark.

[Writing.]

HAMLETSo, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
It is 'Adieu, adieu, remember me.'
I have sworn't.
HORATIO and MARCELLUS[Within.] My lord, my lord.
MARCELLUS[Within.] Lord Hamlet.
HORATIO[Within.] Heaven secure him.
HAMLETSo be it!
MARCELLUS[Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
HAMLETHillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

MARCELLUSHow 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 and MARCELLUSAy, by heaven, my lord.
HAMLETThere'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.
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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 hath business and desire,
Such as it is;—and for my 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.
HORATIOWhat is't, my lord? We will.
HAMLETNever make known what you have seen tonight.
HORATIO and MARCELLUSMy lord, we will not.
HAMLETNay, but swear't.
HORATIOIn faith, my lord, not I.
MARCELLUSNor I, my lord, in faith.
HAMLETOn my sword.
MARCELLUSWe have sworn, my lord, already.
HAMLETIndeed, on my sword, indeed.
GHOST[Cries under the stage.] Swear.
HAMLETHa, ha boy, sayst 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 on my sword.
Never to speak of this that you have heard.
Swear by my sword.
GHOST[Beneath.] Swear.
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HAMLETWell said, old mole! Canst work i' th'earth so fast?
A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
HORATIOO day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
HAMLETAnd 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 head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As 'Well, we know', or 'We could and if we would',
Or 'If we list to speak'; or 'There be and 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. So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you;
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do t'express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together,
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint. O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right.
Nay, come, let's go together.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE I. A room in Polonius’s house

Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.

POLONIUSGive him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
REYNALDOI will, my lord.
POLONIUSYou shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before you visit him, to make inquiry
Of his behaviour.
REYNALDOMy lord, I did intend it.
POLONIUSMarry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
Enquire 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.
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?
POLONIUSAy, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
Quarrelling, drabbing. You may go so far.
REYNALDOMy lord, that would dishonour him.
POLONIUSFaith 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—
POLONIUSWherefore should you do this?
REYNALDOAy, my lord, I would know that.
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POLONIUSMarry, sir, here's my drift,
And I believe it is a fetch of warrant.
You laying these slight sullies on my son,
As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' 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 assur'd
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.
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.'
POLONIUSAt 'closes in the consequence' ay, marry!
He closes with you thus: 'I know the gentleman,
I saw him yesterday, or t'other day,
Or then, or then, with such and such; and, as you say,
There was he 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.
POLONIUSGod b' wi' you, fare you well.
REYNALDOGood my lord.
POLONIUSObserve his inclination in yourself.
REYNALDOI shall, my lord.
POLONIUSAnd let him ply his music.
REYNALDOWell, my lord.
POLONIUSFarewell.

[Exit Reynaldo.]

Enter Ophelia.

POLONIUSHow now, Ophelia, what's the matter?
OPHELIAAlas, my lord, I have been so affrighted.
POLONIUSWith what, in the name of God?
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OPHELIAMy lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd,
No hat on his head, his stockings foul'd,
Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle,
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.
POLONIUSMad for thy love?
OPHELIAMy lord, I do not know, but truly I do fear it.
POLONIUSWhat said he?
OPHELIAHe 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 rais'd 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 help,
And to the last bended their light on me.
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 letters and denied
His access to me.
POLONIUSThat hath made him mad.
I am sorry that with better heed and judgement
I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle,
And meant to wreck thee. But beshrew my jealousy!
It seems it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King.
This must be known, which, being kept close, might move
More grief to hide than hate to utter love.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE II. A room in the Castle

Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and Attendants.

KINGWelcome, 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 I call it,
Since nor th'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 th'understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of. I entreat you both
That, being of so young days brought up with him,
And since so neighbour'd to his youth and humour,
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.
QUEENGood 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,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.
GUILDENSTERNWe both obey,
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,
To lay our service freely at your feet
To be commanded.
KINGThanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
QUEENThanks, 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 practices
Pleasant and helpful to him.
QUEENAy, amen.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and some Attendants.]

Enter Polonius.

POLONIUSTh'ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
Are joyfully return'd.
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KINGThou still hast been the father of good news.
POLONIUSHave I, my lord? Assure you, 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 us'd to do—that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
KINGO speak of that, that do I long to hear.
POLONIUSGive first admittance to th'ambassadors;
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
KINGThyself do grace to them, and bring them in.

[Exit Polonius.]

KINGHe tells me, my sweet queen, that he hath found
The head and source of all your son's distemper.
QUEENI doubt it is no other but the main,
His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage.
KINGWell, we shall sift him.

Enter Polonius with Voltemand and Cornelius.

KINGWelcome, my good friends!
Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
VOLTEMANDMost fair return of greetings and desires.
On 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 griev'd,
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 th'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,

[Gives a paper.]

VOLTEMANDThat 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.
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KINGIt likes us well;
And at our more consider'd time we'll read,
Answer, and think on 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 Voltemand and Cornelius.]

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,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.
Mad call I it; for to define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that go.
QUEENMore matter, with less art.
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.]

POLONIUSTo 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.

[Reads.]

POLONIUSthese; in her excellent white bosom, these, &c.
QUEENCame this from Hamlet to her?
POLONIUSGood madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

[Reads.]

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POLONIUS_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, while this machine is to him,
HAMLET._
This in obedience hath my daughter show'd me;
And more above, hath his solicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
All given to mine ear.
KINGBut how hath she receiv'd his love?
POLONIUSWhat do you think of me?
KINGAs of a man faithful and honourable.
POLONIUSI would fain prove so. But what might you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing,
As I perceiv'd 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 on this love with idle sight,
What might you think? No, I went round to work,
And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star.
This must not be.' And then I precepts gave her,
That she should lock herself from his resort,
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,
And he, repulsed,—a short tale to make—
Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
Into the madness wherein now he raves,
And all we wail for.
KINGDo you think 'tis this?
QUEENIt may be, very likely.
POLONIUSHath there been such a time, I'd fain know that,
That I have positively said ''Tis so,'
When it prov'd otherwise?
KINGNot that I know.
POLONIUSTake this from this, if this be otherwise.

[Points to his head and shoulder.]

POLONIUSIf circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
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Within the centre.

KINGHow may we try it further?
POLONIUSYou know sometimes he walks four hours together
Here in the lobby.
QUEENSo he does indeed.
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.
KINGWe will try it.

Enter Hamlet, reading.

QUEENBut look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
POLONIUSAway, I do beseech you, both away
I'll board him presently. O, give me leave.

[Exeunt King, Queen and Attendants.]

POLONIUSHow does my good Lord Hamlet?
HAMLETWell, God-a-mercy.
POLONIUSDo you know me, my lord?
HAMLETExcellent well. You are a fishmonger.
POLONIUSNot I, my lord.
HAMLETThen I would you were so honest a man.
POLONIUSHonest, my lord?
HAMLETAy sir, to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out
of ten thousand.
POLONIUSThat's very true, my lord.
HAMLETFor if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing
carrion,—
Have you a daughter?
POLONIUSI have, my lord.
HAMLETLet her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your
daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.
POLONIUSHow say you by that? [Aside.] 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.
POLONIUSWhat is the matter, my lord?
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HAMLETBetween who?
POLONIUSI mean the matter that you read, my lord.
HAMLETSlanders, sir. For the satirical slave 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 you yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could
go backward.
POLONIUS[Aside.] Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.—
Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
HAMLETInto my grave?
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 anything that I will more willingly part
withal, except my life, except my life, except my life.
POLONIUSFare you well, my lord.
HAMLETThese tedious old fools.

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

POLONIUSYou go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
ROSENCRANTZ[To Polonius.] God save you, sir.

[Exit Polonius.]

GUILDENSTERNMy honoured lord!
ROSENCRANTZMy 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?
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ROSENCRANTZNeither, my lord.
HAMLETThen you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?
GUILDENSTERNFaith, her privates we.
HAMLETIn the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What's
the news?
ROSENCRANTZNone, 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' th' 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.
ROSENCRANTZWhy, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind.
HAMLETO God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, 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 outstretch'd heroes
the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? For, by my fay, I cannot
reason.
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNWe'll wait on you.
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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?
ROSENCRANTZTo 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, anything. 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[To Guildenstern.] What say you?
HAMLET[Aside.] Nay, then I have an eye of you. If you love me, hold not
off.
GUILDENSTERNMy lord, we were sent for.
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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 man, how noble in reason, how infinite
in faculties, 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'?
ROSENCRANTZTo 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 humorous man shall end his part in peace;
the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' 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 such 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.
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HAMLETDo they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are
they so followed?
ROSENCRANTZNo, indeed, they are not.
HAMLETHow comes it? Do they grow rusty?
ROSENCRANTZNay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an
aerie 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?
ROSENCRANTZFaith, 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?
ROSENCRANTZAy, that they do, my lord. Hercules and his load too.
HAMLETIt is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that
would make mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty, forty,
fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood,
there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find
it out.

[Flourish of trumpets within.]

GUILDENSTERNThere are the players.
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HAMLETGentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come. 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 Polonius.

POLONIUSWell be with you, gentlemen.
HAMLETHark 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: for a Monday morning 'twas so indeed.
POLONIUSMy lord, I have news to tell you.
HAMLETMy lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome—
POLONIUSThe actors are come hither, my lord.
HAMLETBuzz, buzz.
POLONIUSOn my honour.
HAMLETThen came each actor on his ass—
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!
POLONIUSWhat treasure had he, my lord?
HAMLETWhy—
'One fair daughter, and no more,
The which he loved passing well.'
POLONIUS[Aside.] Still on my daughter.
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HAMLETAm I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?
POLONIUSIf you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing
well.
HAMLETNay, that follows not.
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.

HAMLETYou are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well.
Welcome, good friends. O, my old friend! Thy face is valanc'd since I
saw thee last. Com'st 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 a
piece 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 anything
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?
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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 judgements in such matters cried in the top of mine—an excellent
play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as
cunning. I remember one said there were no sallets in the lines to make
the matter savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might indite 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 th' 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,
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks._
So, proceed you.
POLONIUS'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.
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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
Th'unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo, his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th'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, forg'd 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._
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 PLAYERBut who, O who, had seen the mobled queen,—
HAMLET'The mobled queen'?
POLONIUSThat's good! 'Mobled queen' is good.
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FIRST PLAYER_Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames
With bisson rheum. A clout on that head
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
A blanket, in th'alarm of fear caught up—
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd.
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._
POLONIUSLook, where he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's eyes. Pray
you, no more.
HAMLET'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.—Good my
lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be
well used; for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time.
After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill
report while you live.
POLONIUSMy lord, I will use them according to their desert.
HAMLETGod's bodikin, 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.
POLONIUSCome, sirs.
HAMLETFollow him, friends. We'll hear a play tomorrow.

[Exeunt Polonius with all the Players but the First.]

HAMLETDost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play The Murder of Gonzago?
FIRST PLAYERAy, my lord.
HAMLETWe'll ha't tomorrow 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.]

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HAMLET[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern] My good friends, I'll leave you
till night. You are welcome to Elsinore.
ROSENCRANTZGood my lord.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

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HAMLETAy, so, God b' wi' ye. 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 wan'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
On 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' th' 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!
Oh 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 on'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
T'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.
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[Exit.]

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Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

KINGAnd 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.
QUEENDid he receive you well?
ROSENCRANTZMost like a gentleman.
GUILDENSTERNBut with much forcing of his disposition.
ROSENCRANTZNiggard of question, but of our demands,
Most free in his reply.
QUEENDid 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.
POLONIUS'Tis most true;
And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
KINGWith all my heart; and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclin'd.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
ROSENCRANTZWe shall, my lord.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

KINGSweet Gertrude, leave us too,
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself, lawful espials,
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
If't be th'affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
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QUEENI 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.]

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 prov'd, that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
KING[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 burden!
POLONIUSI hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt King and Polonius.]

Enter Hamlet.

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HAMLETTo 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 dispriz'd 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 these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
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 compos'd
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.
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HAMLETHa, ha! Are you honest?
OPHELIAMy lord?
HAMLETAre 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.
HAMLETGet 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 on him, that he may play the fool nowhere 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!
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HAMLETI have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath given you one
face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you
lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your
ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't, it hath made me mad. I say, we
will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but
one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.

[Exit.]

OPHELIAO, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th'expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th'observ'd 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,
T'have seen what I have seen, see what I see.

Enter King and Polonius.

KINGLove? His affections do not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger, which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute:
Haply the seas and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
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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 plac'd, 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.
KINGIt shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE II. A hall in the Castle

Enter Hamlet and certain Players.

HAMLETSpeak 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, 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 dumb shows 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
observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything
so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature;
to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age
and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come
tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the
judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance
o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have
seen play—and heard others praise, and that highly—not to speak it
profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait
of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have
thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them
well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
FIRST PLAYERI hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.
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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 meantime some necessary question of the play be then
to be considered. That's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready.

[Exeunt Players.]

Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

HAMLETHow now, my lord?
Will the King hear this piece of work?
POLONIUSAnd the Queen too, and that presently.
HAMLETBid the players make haste.

[Exit Polonius.]

HAMLETWill you two help to hasten them?
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNWe will, my lord.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

HAMLETWhat ho, Horatio!

Enter Horatio.

HORATIOHere, sweet lord, at your service.
HAMLETHoratio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
HORATIOO my dear lord.
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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 blessed are those
Whose blood and judgement are so well co-mingled
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
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a play tonight 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 see'st that act a-foot,
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 judgements join
In censure of his seeming.
HORATIOWell, my lord.
If he steal aught the while 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, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia,
Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and others.
KINGHow fares our cousin Hamlet?
HAMLETExcellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air,
promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
KINGI have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine.
HAMLETNo, nor mine now. [To Polonius.] My lord, you play'd once i'
th'university, you say?
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POLONIUSThat did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.
HAMLETWhat did you enact?
POLONIUSI did enact Julius Caesar. I was kill'd i' th' 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 on your patience.
QUEENCome hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
HAMLETNo, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
POLONIUS[To the King.] O ho! do you mark that?
HAMLETLady, shall I lie in your lap?

[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.]

OPHELIANo, my lord.
HAMLETI mean, my head on 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.
HAMLETWho, 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's two
hours.
OPHELIANay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
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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!'
Trumpets sound. The dumb show enters.
_Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him and he
her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her
up, and declines his head on her neck. Lays him down on a bank of
flowers. She, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow,
takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison in the King's ears, and
exits. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes passionate
action. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes, comes in again,
seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner
woos the Queen with gifts. She seems loth and unwilling awhile, but in
the end accepts his love._

[Exeunt.]

OPHELIAWhat means this, my lord?
HAMLETMarry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
OPHELIABelike this show imports the argument of the play.

Enter Prologue.

HAMLETWe shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll
tell all.
OPHELIAWill they 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.
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PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE_For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently._
HAMLETIs this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
OPHELIA'Tis brief, my lord.
HAMLETAs woman's love.

Enter a King and a Queen.

PLAYER 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 siz'd, my fear is so.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
PLAYER KINGFaith, 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, belov'd, 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.
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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
That 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 advanc'd 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.
HAMLET[To Ophelia.] If 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.

[Sleeps.]

PLAYER QUEENSleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain.

[Exit.]

HAMLETMadam, how like you this play?
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QUEENThe lady protests too much, methinks.
HAMLETO, but she'll keep her word.
KINGHave you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't?
HAMLETNo, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th' world.
KINGWhat do you call the play?
HAMLETThe Mousetrap. 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
gall'd jade wince; our withers are unwrung.

Enter Lucianus.

HAMLETThis is one Lucianus, nephew to the King.
OPHELIAYou are a good 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 mistake 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 ears.]

HAMLETHe poisons him i' th'garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago. The story
is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how
the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
OPHELIAThe King rises.
HAMLETWhat, frighted with false fire?
QUEENHow fares my lord?
POLONIUSGive o'er the play.
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KINGGive me some light. Away.
All.
Lights, lights, lights.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.]

HAMLETWhy, let the strucken 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?
HORATIOHalf 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.
HAMLETOn 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, perdie.
Come, some music.

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

GUILDENSTERNGood 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 the
doctor, 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.
GUILDENSTERNThe Queen your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me
to you.
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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 behaviour hath struck her into amazement and
admiration.
HAMLETO wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no sequel
at the heels of this mother's admiration?
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.
HAMLETAnd so I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
ROSENCRANTZGood my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the
door on 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, sir, but while the grass grows—the proverb is something musty.

Re-enter the Players with recorders.

HAMLETO, 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 on this pipe?
GUILDENSTERNMy lord, I cannot.
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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 finger and
thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most
eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
GUILDENSTERNBut 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
on 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, you cannot play on me.

Enter Polonius.

HAMLETGod bless you, sir.
POLONIUSMy lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.
HAMLETDo you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
POLONIUSBy the mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
HAMLETMethinks it is like a weasel.
POLONIUSIt is backed like a weasel.
HAMLETOr like a whale.
POLONIUSVery like a whale.
HAMLETThen will I come to my mother by and by.—They fool me to the top of my
bent.—I will come by and by.
POLONIUSI will say so.

[Exit.]

HAMLETBy and by is easily said. Leave me, friends.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]

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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 somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent.

[Exit.]

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SCENE III. A room in the Castle

Enter King, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

KINGI 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 near us 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 on 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 on 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 mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Did the King sigh, but with a general groan.
KINGArm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters put on this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERNWe will haste us.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

Enter Polonius.

POLONIUSMy lord, he's going to his mother's closet.
Behind the arras I'll convey myself
To hear the process. I'll 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 on you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
KINGThanks, dear my lord.

[Exit Polonius.]

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KINGO, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse on'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 twofold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up.
My 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 th'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 cannot repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free,
Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay:
Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
All may be well.

[Retires and kneels.]

Enter Hamlet.

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HAMLETNow 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 reveng'd. 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 reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When 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 th'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.

[Exit.]

HAMLETThe King rises and advances.
KINGMy words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

[Exit.]

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SCENE IV. Another room in the Castle

Enter Queen and Polonius.

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 silence me e'en here.
Pray you be round with him.
HAMLET[Within.] Mother, mother, mother.
QUEENI'll warrant you, Fear me not.
Withdraw, I hear him coming.

[Polonius goes behind the arras.]

Enter Hamlet.

HAMLETNow, mother, what's the matter?
QUEENHamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
HAMLETMother, you have my father much offended.
QUEENCome, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
HAMLETGo, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
QUEENWhy, how now, Hamlet?
HAMLETWhat's the matter now?
QUEENHave 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.
QUEENNay, 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.
QUEENWhat wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!
POLONIUS[Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help!
HAMLETHow now? A rat? [Draws.]
Dead for a ducat, dead!

[Makes a pass through the arras.]

POLONIUS[Behind.] O, I am slain!

[Falls and dies.]

QUEENO me, what hast thou done?
HAMLETNay, I know not. Is it the King?

[Draws forth Polonius.]

QUEENO 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.
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QUEENAs kill a king?
HAMLETAy, lady, 'twas my word.—
[To 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;
If damned custom have not braz'd it so,
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
QUEENWhat have I done, that thou dar'st 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.
QUEENAy me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
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HAMLETLook here on 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.
Here 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 on the judgement: and what judgement
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 ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserv'd 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.
QUEENO 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.
QUEENO speak to me no more;
These words like daggers enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet.
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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!
QUEENNo more.
HAMLETA king of shreds and patches!—

Enter Ghost.

HAMLETSave me and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
QUEENAlas, he's mad.
HAMLETDo you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd 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.
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet.
HAMLETHow is it with you, lady?
QUEENAlas, 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 hairs, like life in excrements,
Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
On 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 on 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.
QUEENTo whom do you speak this?
HAMLETDo you see nothing there?
QUEENNothing at all; yet all that is I see.
HAMLETNor did you nothing hear?
QUEENNo, nothing but ourselves.
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HAMLETWhy, look you there! look how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
Look where he goes even now out at the portal.

[Exit Ghost.]

QUEENThis is 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 flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
While 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.
QUEENO 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 evil, 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 tonight,
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 curb the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night,
And when you are desirous to be bles'd,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord

[Pointing to Polonius.]

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HAMLETI do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd 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.
QUEENWhat 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,
Make 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.
QUEENBe thou assur'd, 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?
QUEENAlack,
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 enginer
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
Is 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.

[Exit Hamlet dragging out Polonius.]

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SCENE I. A room in the Castle

Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

KINGThere's matter in these sighs. These profound heaves
You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
QUEENBestow this place on us a little while.

[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out.]

QUEENAh, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!
KINGWhat, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
QUEENMad 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.
KINGO 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 everyone.
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
This 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?
QUEENTo 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.
KINGO 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.

KINGFriends 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.]

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KINGCome, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends,
And let them know both what we mean to do
And what's untimely done, so haply slander,
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE II. Another room in the Castle

Enter Hamlet.

HAMLETSafely stowed.
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN[Within.] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
HAMLETWhat noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

ROSENCRANTZWhat 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?
HAMLETThat 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!
HAMLETOf nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE III. Another room in the Castle

Enter King, attended.

KINGI 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 lov'd of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes;
And where 'tis so, th'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 reliev'd,
Or not at all.

Enter Rosencrantz.

KINGHow now? What hath befall'n?
ROSENCRANTZWhere the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
We cannot get from him.
KINGBut where is he?
ROSENCRANTZWithout, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure.
KINGBring him before us.
ROSENCRANTZHo, Guildenstern! Bring in my lord.

Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.

KINGNow, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
HAMLETAt supper.
KINGAt 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.
KINGAlas, alas!
HAMLETA man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the
fish that hath fed of that worm.
KINGWhat dost thou mean by this?
HAMLETNothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts
of a beggar.
KINGWhere is Polonius?
HAMLETIn heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there,
seek him i' th'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

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HAMLETlobby.
KING[To some Attendants.] Go seek him there.
HAMLETHe will stay till you come.

[Exeunt Attendants.]

KINGHamlet, 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,
Th'associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
HAMLETFor England?
KINGAy, Hamlet.
HAMLETGood.
KINGSo is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
HAMLETI see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for England! Farewell, dear
mother.
KINGThy 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.

[Exit.]

KINGFollow him at foot. Tempt him with speed aboard;
Delay it not; I'll have him hence tonight.
Away, for everything is seal'd and done
That else leans on th'affair. Pray you make haste.

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]

KINGAnd 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 conjuring 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.

[Exit.]

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SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark

Enter Fortinbras and Forces marching.

FORTINBRASGo, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promis'd 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.
FORTINBRASGo softly on.

[Exeunt all but the Captain.]

Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern &c.

HAMLETGood sir, whose powers are these?
CAPTAINThey are of Norway, sir.
HAMLETHow purpos'd, sir, I pray you?
CAPTAINAgainst some part of Poland.
HAMLETWho commands them, sir?
CAPTAINThe nephew 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 th'imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.
CAPTAINGod b' wi' you, sir.

[Exit.]

ROSENCRANTZWill't please you go, my lord?
HAMLETI'll be with you straight. Go a little before.

[Exeunt all but Hamlet.]

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HAMLETHow 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 godlike reason
To fust in us unus'd. Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th'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 eggshell. 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
Whereon 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.

[Exit.]

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SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the Castle

Enter Queen, Horatio and a Gentleman.

QUEENI will not speak with her.
GENTLEMANShe is importunate, indeed distract.
Her mood will needs be pitied.
QUEENWhat would she have?
GENTLEMANShe speaks much of her father; says she hears
There's tricks i' th' 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.
'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
QUEENLet her come in.

[Exit Gentleman.]

QUEENTo 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.

Enter Ophelia.

OPHELIAWhere is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
QUEENHow now, Ophelia?

[Sings.]

OPHELIAHow should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.
QUEENAlas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
OPHELIASay you? Nay, pray you mark.

[Sings.]

OPHELIAHe is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
At his head a grass green turf,
At his heels a stone.
QUEENNay, but Ophelia—
OPHELIAPray you mark.

[Sings.]

OPHELIAWhite his shroud as the mountain snow.

Enter King.

QUEENAlas, look here, my lord!

[Sings.]

OPHELIALarded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did not go
With true-love showers.
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KINGHow do you, pretty lady?
OPHELIAWell, God dild 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!
KINGConceit on her father.
OPHELIAPray you, let's have no words of this; but when they ask you what it
means, say you this:

[Sings.]

OPHELIATomorrow 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,
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
KINGPretty Ophelia!
OPHELIAIndeed la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't.

[Sings.]

OPHELIABy 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 promis'd me to wed.
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.
KINGHow long hath she been thus?
OPHELIAI hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose but
weep, to think they would lay him i' th' 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.

[Exit.]

KINGFollow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.

[Exit Horatio.]

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KINGO, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When 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 judgement,
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 within.]

QUEENAlack, what noise is this?
KINGWhere are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.

Enter a Gentleman.

KINGWhat 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 offices. 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,
They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!'
Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king.'
QUEENHow cheerfully on the false trail they cry.
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.

[A noise within.]

KINGThe doors are broke.

Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.

LAERTESWhere is this king?—Sirs, stand you all without.
Danes.
No, let's come in.
LAERTESI pray you, give me leave.
DANESWe will, we will.
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[They retire without the door.]

LAERTESI thank you. Keep the door. O thou vile king,
Give me my father.
QUEENCalmly, good Laertes.
LAERTESThat 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.
KINGWhat 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 incens'd.—Let him go, Gertrude:—
Speak, man.
LAERTESWhere is my father?
KINGDead.
QUEENBut not by him.
KINGLet 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,
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
Most throughly for my father.
KINGWho 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.
KINGGood Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser?
LAERTESNone but his enemies.
KINGWill 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.
KINGWhy, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgement 'pear
As day does to your eye.
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DANES[Within.] Let her come in.
LAERTESHow now! What noise is that?

Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers.

LAERTESO 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 mortal 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.

[Sings.]

OPHELIAThey bore him barefac'd on the bier,
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny
And on 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.
OPHELIAYou must sing 'Down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.' O, 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 of grace o' Sundays. O you must wear
your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some
violets, but they wither'd all when my father died. They say he made a
good end.

[Sings.]

OPHELIAFor bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
LAERTESThought and affliction, passion, hell itself
She turns to favour and to prettiness.

[Sings.]

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OPHELIAAnd will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He 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 b' wi' ye.

[Exit.]

LAERTESDo you see this, O God?
KINGLaertes, 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 call 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 burial,—
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.
KINGSo you shall.
And where th'offence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you go with me.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE VI. Another room in the Castle

Enter Horatio and a Servant.

HORATIOWhat are they that would speak with me?
SERVANTSailors, sir. They say they have letters for you.
HORATIOLet them come in.

[Exit Servant.]

HORATIOI do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors.

FIRST SAILORGod bless you, sir.
HORATIOLet him bless thee too.
FIRST SAILORHe shall, sir, and't please him. There's a letter for you, sir. It
comes from th'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
chase. 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 haste 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 give you way for these your letters,
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE VII. Another room in the Castle

Enter King and Laertes.

KINGNow must your conscience my acquittance 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
Pursu'd 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.
KINGO, 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.
LAERTESAnd 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.
KINGBreak 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 lov'd your father, and we love ourself,
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine—

Enter a Messenger.

KINGHow now? What news?
MESSENGERLetters, my lord, from Hamlet.
This to your Majesty; this to the Queen.
KINGFrom Hamlet! Who brought them?
MESSENGERSailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not.
They were given me by Claudio. He receiv'd them
Of him that brought them.
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KINGLaertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us.

[Exit Messenger.]

KING[Reads.] 'High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your
kingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes. When I
shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions of my
sudden and 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'Tis Hamlet's character. 'Naked!'
And in a postscript here he says 'alone.'
Can you advise me?
LAERTESI am 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 diest thou.'
KINGIf it be so, Laertes,—
As how should it be so? How otherwise?—
Will you be rul'd by me?
LAERTESAy, my lord;
So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
KINGTo 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 shall breathe,
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
And call it accident.
LAERTESMy lord, I will be rul'd;
The rather if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
KINGIt 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?
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KINGA 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 serv'd 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 had he been incorps'd and demi-natur'd
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.
LAERTESA Norman was't?
KINGA Norman.
LAERTESOn my life, Lamord.
KINGThe very same.
LAERTESI know him well. He is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the nation.
KINGHe 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 neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos'd 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?
KINGLaertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
LAERTESWhy ask you this?
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KINGNot 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 pleurisy,
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' th'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' th' church.
KINGNo 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
And 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 practice,
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
This is but scratch'd withal. I'll touch my point
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
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KINGLet'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 did 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 prepar'd 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.

KINGHow now, sweet Queen?
QUEENOne woe doth tread on another's heel,
So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.
LAERTESDrown'd! O, where?
QUEENThere is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she make
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 pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb'ring 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 chaunted 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?
QUEENDrown'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,
Let 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.

[Exit.]

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KINGLet'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.

[Exeunt.]

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SCENE I. A churchyard

Enter two Clowns with spades, &c.

FIRST CLOWNIs she to be buried in Christian burial, when she 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, and to perform: argal, she drowned
herself wittingly.
SECOND CLOWNNay, but hear you, goodman delver,—
FIRST CLOWNGive 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 gentlemen 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 CLOWNWhy, he had none.
FIRST CLOWNWhat, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture? The
Scripture says Adam digg'd. Could he dig without arms? I'll put another
question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess
thyself—
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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 ill. 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 CLOWNWho builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?
FIRST CLOWNAy, tell me that, and unyoke.
SECOND 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 he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to
Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.

[Exit Second Clown.]

[Digs and sings.]

FIRST CLOWNIn youth when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet;
To contract, O, the time for, a, 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.

[Sings.]

FIRST CLOWNBut age with his stealing steps
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
And hath shipp'd me into the land,
As if I had never been such.

[Throws up a skull.]

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HAMLETThat skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the knave jowls
it to th' ground, as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that did the first
murder! This might be the pate of a politician which this ass now
o'er-offices, 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
mazard 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 loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think on't.

[Sings.]

FIRST CLOWNA pickaxe 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 skull.]

HAMLETThere's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be
his quiddits 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 scarcely lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself
have no more, ha?
HORATIONot a jot more, my lord.
HAMLETIs not parchment made of sheep-skins?
HORATIOAy, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
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HAMLETThey are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I will
speak to this fellow.—Whose grave's this, sir?
FIRST CLOWNMine, sir.

[Sings.]

FIRST CLOWNO, 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 'tis not yours.
For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.
HAMLETThou 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; 't will away again from me to you.
HAMLETWhat man dost thou dig it for?
FIRST CLOWNFor no man, sir.
HAMLETWhat woman then?
FIRST 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 note
of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so
near the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.—How long hast thou
been a grave-maker?
FIRST CLOWNOf all the days i' th' year, I came to't that day that our last King
Hamlet o'ercame 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?
FIRST 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 not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.
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HAMLETHow came he mad?
FIRST CLOWNVery strangely, they say.
HAMLETHow strangely?
FIRST CLOWNFaith, e'en with losing his wits.
HAMLETOn what ground?
FIRST CLOWNWhy, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty
years.
HAMLETHow long will a man lie i' th'earth ere he rot?
FIRST CLOWNFaith, if he be not rotten before he die,—as we have many pocky corses
nowadays 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 tann'd 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 hath 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 pour'd a flagon of Rhenish on my
head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the King's jester.
HAMLETThis?
FIRST 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 rises at it. Here hung those lips that I
have kiss'd 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 chop-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.
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HORATIOWhat's that, my lord?
HAMLETDost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' th'earth?
HORATIOE'en so.
HAMLETAnd smelt so? Pah!

[Throws down the skull.]

HORATIOE'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 t'expel the winter's flaw.
But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King.

Enter priests, &c, in procession; the corpse of Ophelia, Laertes and

HAMLETMourners following; King, Queen, their Trains, &c.
The Queen, the courtiers. Who is that they follow?
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate.
Couch we awhile and mark.

[Retiring with Horatio.]

LAERTESWhat ceremony else?
HAMLETThat is Laertes, a very noble youth. Mark.
LAERTESWhat ceremony else?
PRIESTHer obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
As we have warranties. Her death was doubtful;
And but that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd
Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,
Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.
Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites,
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.
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LAERTESMust there no more be done?
PRIESTNo more be done.
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing sage requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
LAERTESLay her i' th'earth,
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring. I tell thee, churlish priest,
A minist'ring angel shall my sister be
When thou liest howling.
HAMLETWhat, the fair Ophelia?
QUEEN[Scattering flowers.] Sweets to the sweet. Farewell.
I hop'd 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
Depriv'd thee of. Hold off the earth a while,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.

[Leaps into the grave.]

LAERTESNow pile your dust on 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.

[Advancing.]

HAMLETWhat is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.

[Leaps into the grave.]

LAERTES[Grappling with him.] The devil take thy soul!
HAMLETThou pray'st not well.
I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
For though I am not splenative and rash,
Yet have I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wiseness fear. Away thy hand!
KINGPluck them asunder.
QUEENHamlet! Hamlet!
All.
Gentlemen!
HORATIOGood my lord, be quiet.

[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]

HAMLETWhy, I will fight with him on this theme
Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
QUEENO my son, what theme?
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HAMLETI lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
KINGO, he is mad, Laertes.
QUEENFor love of God forbear him!
HAMLET'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:
Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself?
Woul'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.
QUEENThis 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 disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.
HAMLETHear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever. But it is no matter.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

[Exit.]

KINGI pray thee, good Horatio, wait on him.

[Exit Horatio.]

[To Laertes]

KINGStrengthen 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.
This grave shall have a living monument.
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then in patience our proceeding be.

[Exeunt.]

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