Hamlet
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Something was rotten in the state of Denmark.
The king was dead. poisoned by serpent in his orchard so it was said.
And the poison has lingered on
His brother was the new King.
And the widowed Queen
eager to be married again was now that brother's wife.
But the dead King had left a son, Prince Hamlet
Whose heart was eaten up with grief for his dead father.
Good Hamlet.
Cast thy nighted color off
Do not for ever seek for thy noble father in the dust
Thou know'st 'tis common, all that lives must die.
Ay, madam, It is common.
If it be, why seems it so
particular with thee?
Seems madam? Nay it is
'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet.
To give these mourning duties to your father
But you must know your father lost the father that father lost lost his
We pray you, throw to earth this unprevailing woe.
frailty thy name is woman
A little month or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body,
Oh God!
a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer!
Married with my uncle
Horatio? Or I do forget myself?
but what is your affair in Elsinore?
My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Indeed, my Lord, it followed hard upon.
The funeral baked meats. Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
My father, methinks I see my father.
Where? My Lord
In my mind's eye Horatio.
My Lord! I think I saw him yesternight.
So? Who?!
My Lord! The King your father!
The king my father!?
Two nights together on their watch
had these gentlemen been thus encountered
A figure! Like your father armed at point exactly, cap-à-pie!
I will watch tonight. Perchance
'Twill walk again.
My father's spirit in arms, all is not well.
Ophilia, Daughter of Polonius, the King's cautious old counselor.
Loved Hamlet and belived that he loved her.
But Laertes, her brother, who was bound for France .
Warned her of the dangers of a Prince's love.
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, Hold it a fashion
and a toy in blood. No more
No more but so?
But you must fear. His greatness weighed, his will is not his own
Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain
if with too credent ear you list his songs
Fear it, Ophelia. But here, my father comes..
Yet here, Laertes? Abroad, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail
and you are stayed for.
There. My blessing with thee
Farewell Ophelia. And remember well what I have said to you.
'Tis in my memory locked
What is 't, Ophelia, he hath said to you.
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet
What is between you? Give me up truth.
He hath, my Lord, of late made many
tenders of his affection to me.
Affection! Pooh, you speak like a green girl.
My Lord, he hath importuned me with love
in honorable fashion.
Go to, go to.
Springes to catch Woodcock's.
I would not, in plain terms from, this time forth.
Have you so slander any moment's leisure
as to give words or talk
with an old habit?
Look to it, I charge you.
I should obey you.
What hour now?
I think it lacks of 12, Look! My Lord! It comes!
Angels and ministers of grace defend us...
I ...am thy father's spirit,
doomed for a certain term to walk the night.
I will follow it.
Do not my Lord!
I say, away.
Go on. I'll follow thee.
List, List, Oh List, If thou didst ever thy dear father love.
Revenge his foul and most unnatural.... Murder.
Murder?!
Murder most foul as in the best it is
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard
The serpent stung me, but known thou noble youth,
the serpent that did sting thy father's life
NOW WEARS HIS CROWN!!!
Oh my prophetic soul.... My Uncle!
Ay! That incestuous that adulterate beast
with witchcraft of his wit with traitorous gifts
won to his shameful lust
the will of my most seeming-virtuous queen
O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain!
Hamlet resolved to hide his terrible knowledge under a cloak of madness.
Oh my god! My Lord!  I have been so frightened
With whitey the name of god
My Lord! as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet with his doublet all unbraced
and with a look so piteous in purport,
As if he had been lucid out of hell to speak of horrors.
He comes before me
Mad for thy love?
My Lord I do not know, but truly, I do fear it.
This is the very esctasy of love.
Have you given him any hard words of late?
As you did command
That hath made him mad.
Do you think 'tis this?
It may be, very like.
How may we try it further?
You know, He sometimes walks four hours together
Here in the lobby.
At such a time. I'll loose my daughter to him.
Be you and I behind an arras then.
Mark the encounter.
We will try it.
But look where sadly the poor wretch come
Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O Vengeance!
That I, the son of a dear father murdered.
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal,peak.
And can say nothing.
The spirit that I have seen may be the devil.
And the devil hath power, t' assume a pleasing shape.
And perhaps abuses me to damn me!
To be or not to be that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them?
To Die.
To See.
No More.
About my brains, I have heard that guilty creatures
sititng at a play have by the very cunning of the scene
been struck so to the soul that presently
they have proclaimed thei malefactions.
I will have these players
play something like the murder of my father, before mine uncle.
I'll observe his looks
The play's the thing. Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Nymph, in thy orisons. Be all my sins remembered.
Good my Lord, How does your honor for this many a day?
I humbly thank you well.
My Lord
I have remembrances of yours,
that I have longed it long to redeliver.
I did love you
Indeed my Lord. You made me believe so.
You should not have believed me, I loved you not!
Where's your father?
At home my Lord.
Let the doors be shut upon him that he may play the fool no where
but in 's own house.
Get thee to a nunnery
why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners
To a nunnery, Go! And quickly too!
Farewell!
Love? His affections do not that way tend.
There's something in his soul.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Have you heard the argument? Is there no offense in 't?
No, no, they do but jest. Poison in jest.
Umm.
Player King.
Player Queen.
Poision in jest.
Real Queen.
Real King.
Very immage for murder in the orchard.
Give me some light!
Away!
What, frighted with false fire?
My Lord, The Queen would speak with you.
I will come to my mother by and by.
He will come straight.
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear.
I'll silence me even here.
Fear me not.
How now mother?
Withdraw, I hear him coming.
Now mother, what's the matter?
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!
What, ho? Help, help, help!
How now, a rat?
Dead for a ducat, dead!
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell.
Almost as bad as kill a king and marry with his brother.
As kill a King
Ay, Lady.
Do you not come your tardy son to chide?
Do not forget. This visitation is but to whet thy almost
blunted purpose.
Whereon do you look?
Look you, how pale he glares!
Do you see nothing there?
Nothing at all.
Why, look you there! Look how it steals away...
My father, in his habit as he lived
This the very coinage of your brain.
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
And makes as healthful music
It is not madness.
For this same lord, I do repent.
But heaven hath pleased it so
I must be cruel only to be kind.
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
The old man's death was monstrous.
Straighway, Hamlet was dispatched to England.
Secret letters carried by spies condemned him to death.
The bloody deed had struck terror into the King's heart.
And driven ophelia to madness.
He is dead and gone, lady.
He is dead and gone.
At his head a grass-green turf
At his heels a stone
What would she have?
She speaks much of her father, She is importunate.
Indeed distract!
White his shroud as the mountain snow
Larded all with sweet flowers,
Which bewept to the ground did not go
Follow her close, Give her good watch.
Laertes has returned from France
enraged by news of his father's death.
he has stirred up rebellion.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies
But in battalions.
O thou vile King!
Give me my father!
Calmly, good Laertes.
Let him go, Gertrude.
Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incensed.
Where is my father?!
Dead
But not by him!
They bore him barefaced on the bier
And in his grave rained many a tear
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?
There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
I would give you some violets,
But they withered all,
when my father Died.
The King has received a letter.
Hamlet has returned.
It warms the very sickness in my heart.
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth
"Thus diddest thou."
Will you be ruled by me?
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
Your sister's drowned, Laertes.
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia.
And therefore I forbid my tears.
Only... I'll be revenged!
On his way to see the King.
Hamlet tells Horatio how the ship taking him to his death, and had beenattacked by pirates
and so he'd seized his chance to escape the Kings spies and returned to Denmark
What man does thou dig it for?
For no man, sir.
For what woman, then?
For none neither.
Who is to be buried in 't?
One that was a woman, sir,
But, rest her soul, she's dead.
Here's a skull now. Lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.
Whose was it?
A whoreson mad fellow's it was.
This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the King's jester.
poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest.
But soft. Here comes the king, the queen, the courtiers.
Sweets to the sweet. Farewell!
What, the fair Ophelia?
Hold off the earth awhile
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis?!
The devil take thy soul!
Pluck them asunder.
My Lord! Be quiet!
I loved Ophelia!
Forty thousand brothers. Could not, with all their quantity of love make up my sum.
I will fight with him upon this theme.
O He is mad Laertes.
laertes must be avenged.
Hamlet must die.
To this end the fearful King devised a fencing match between the Prince and Laertes
but the contest will be unequal for all the rapier czar foiled.
Except one.
I 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
And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him
A chalice for the nonce
whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venomed stuck,
Our purpose may hold there.
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.
We defy augury.
There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
The readiness is all.
Let be.
This is too heavy.
Let me see another.
This likes me well.
Come begin.
Come on, Sir.
A, I hit.
A very palpable hit.
Hamlet, this pearl is thine.
I'll play this bout first. Set it by a while. Come!
Another hit. What say you?
I do confess 't.
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Gertrude, do not drink.
I will my Lord.
It is the poisoned cup. It is too late.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
How does the Queen?!
She swoons to see them bleed.
The drink.... The drink....
I am poisoned.
Hamlet, Hamlet
Thou art slain.
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenomed.
The King...the King's to blame.
Venom, to thy work.
I am dead, Horatio...
Wretched queen, adieu!
As this fell sergeant, Death,
Is strict in his arrest
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world
draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.
The rest
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