Title: Hamlet
Author: William Shakespeare
THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK
by William Shakespeare
Dramatis PersonÊ
Claudius, King of Denmark - Michael Sirois
Gertrude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of
Hamlet - Elizabeth Klett
Ghost Of Hamlet, the Late King of Denmark
- dolohov
Hamlet, Son to the former, and Nephew to the
present King - John Gonzalez
Polonius, Lord Chamberlain - Andy Minter
Laertes, Son to Polonius - Denny Sayers
Ophelia, Daughter to Polonius - Kristin Hughes
Reynaldo, Servant to Polonius - Thomas Wells
Horatio, Friend to Hamlet - David Nicol
Rosencrantz, Courtier - Kara Shallenberg
Guildenstern, Courtier - Karen Savage
Francisco, a Soldier - Andrew Lebrun
Bernardo, Officer - David OíConnell
Marcellus, Officer - Jordan Mueller
Voltimand, Courtier - Thomas Wells
Osric, Courtier - allex
A Gentleman, Courtier - David Jaquay
Another Gentleman - mb
Clown One, Grave-digger - Brennan Holtzclaw
Clown Two, Grave-digger - Christie Nowak
A Priest - Kevin OíCoin
Fortinbras, Prince of Norway - mb
A Captain & his Army - Andrew Lebrun
English Ambassador - Andrew Lebrun
First Player - Rosalind Wills
Player King - Denny Sayers
Player Queen - Kirsten Ferreri
Player Lucianus - allex
Group Of Danes - David O'Connell
Lord - LaurenT
Servant - Christie Nowak
Stage Direction - Rosalind Wills
End of Dramatis PersonÊ
THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK
by William Shakespeare
ACT I
SCENE I. Elsinore.
A platform before the Castle.
Enter Francisco and Barnardo, two sentinels.
BARNARDO.
Whoís there?
FRANCISCO.
Nay, answer me.
Stand and unfold yourself.
BARNARDO.
Long live the King!
FRANCISCO.
Barnardo?
BARNARDO.
He.
FRANCISCO.
You come most carefully upon your hour.
BARNARDO.
íTis now struck twelve.
Get thee to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCO.
For this relief much thanks.
íTis bitter cold, And I am sick
at heart.
BARNARDO.
Have you had quiet guard?
FRANCISCO.
Not a mouse stirring.
BARNARDO.
Well, good night.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The
rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
FRANCISCO.
I think I hear them.
Stand, ho!
Who is there?
HORATIO.
Friends to this ground.
MARCELLUS.
And liegemen to the Dane.
FRANCISCO.
Give you good night.
MARCELLUS.
O, farewell, honest soldier, who hath relievíd
you?
FRANCISCO.
Barnardo has my place.
Give you good-night.
[_Exit._]
MARCELLUS.
Holla, Barnardo!
BARNARDO.
Say, what, is Horatio there?
HORATIO.
A piece of him.
BARNARDO.
Welcome, Horatio.
Welcome, good Marcellus.
MARCELLUS.
What, has this thing appearíd again tonight?
BARNARDO.
I have seen nothing.
MARCELLUS.
Horatio says ítis but our fantasy, And will
not let belief
take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight,
twice seen of us.
Therefore I have entreated him along With
us to watch the minutes of
this night, That if again this apparition
come He may approve our eyes
and speak to it.
HORATIO.
Tush, tush, ítwill not appear.
BARNARDO.
Sit down awhile, And let us once again assail
your ears, That
are so fortified against our story, What we
two nights have seen.
HORATIO.
Well, sit we down, And let us hear Barnardo
speak of this.
BARNARDO.
Last night of all, When yond same star thatís
westward from
the pole, Had made his course tíillume that
part of heaven Where now it
burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then
beating oneó
MARCELLUS.
Peace, break thee off.
Look where it comes again.
Enter Ghost.
BARNARDO.
In the same figure, like the King thatís
dead.
MARCELLUS.
Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
BARNARDO.
Looks it not like the King?
Mark it, Horatio.
HORATIO.
Most like.
It harrows me with fear and wonder.
BARNARDO It would be spoke to.
MARCELLUS.
Question it, Horatio.
HORATIO.
What art thou that usurpíst this time of
night, Together with
that fair and warlike form In which the majesty
of buried Denmark Did
sometimes march?
By heaven I charge thee speak.
MARCELLUS.
It is offended.
BARNARDO.
See, it stalks away.
HORATIO.
Stay! speak, speak!
I charge thee speak!
[_Exit Ghost._]
MARCELLUS.
íTis gone, and will not answer.
BARNARDO.
How now, Horatio!
You tremble and look pale.
Is not this
something more than fantasy?
What think you onít?
HORATIO.
Before my God, I might not this believe Without
the sensible
and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
MARCELLUS.
Is it not like the King?
HORATIO.
As thou art to thyself: Such was the very
armour he had on
When he thíambitious Norway combated; So
frowníd he once, when in an
angry parle He smote the sledded Polacks on
the ice.
íTis strange.
MARCELLUS.
Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial
stalk hath he gone by our watch.
HORATIO.
In what particular thought to work I know
not; But in the
gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes
some strange eruption to our
state.
MARCELLUS.
Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this
same strict and most observant watch So nightly
toils the subject of
the land, And why such daily cast of brazen
cannon And foreign mart for
implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights,
whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
What might be toward, that
this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer
with the day: Who
isít that can inform me?
HORATIO.
That can I; At least, the whisper goes so.
Our last King,
Whose image even but now appearíd to us,
Was, as you know, by
Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prickíd on
by a most emulate pride, Daríd
to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
For so this side of our
known world esteemíd him, Did slay this Fortinbras;
who by a sealíd
compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life,
all those his lands Which he stood seizíd
of, to the conqueror; Against
the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by
our King; which had returníd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been
vanquisher; as by the
same covínant And carriage of the article
designíd, His fell to Hamlet.
Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved
mettle, hot and full, Hath in
the skirts of Norway, here and there, Sharkíd
up a list of lawless
resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach
inít; 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.
BARNARDO.
I think it be no other but eíen so: Well
may it sort that
this portentous figure Comes armed through
our watch so like the King
That was and is the question of these wars.
HORATIO.
A mote it is to trouble the mindís eye.
In the most high and
palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest
Julius fell, The graves
stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did
squeak and gibber in the
Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire
and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence
Neptuneís 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.
But, soft, behold!
Lo, where it comes again!
Iíll 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 countryís
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._]
Stop it, Marcellus!
MARCELLUS.
Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
HORATIO.
Do, if it will not stand.
BARNARDO.
íTis here!
HORATIO.
íTis here!
[_Exit Ghost._]
MARCELLUS.
íTis 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.
BARNARDO.
It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
HORATIO.
And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon
a fearful
summons.
I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet
to the morn, Doth
with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and at
his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth
or air, Thíextravagant
and erring spirit hies To his confine.
And of the truth herein This
present object made probation.
MARCELLUS.
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever
ígainst that season comes Wherein our Saviourís
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 hallowíd and
so gracious is the time.
HORATIO.
So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But look, the morn
in russet mantle clad, Walks oíer 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 upon my
life, This spirit, dumb to
us, will speak to him.
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with
it, As
needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
MARCELLUS.
Letís doít, I pray, and I this morning know
Where we shall
find him most conveniently.
[_Exeunt._]
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.
KING.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brotherís 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, Thíimperial jointress to this
warlike state, Have we, as
ítwere 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 barríd
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 brotherís
death Our state to be disjoint and out of
frame, Colleagued with this
dream of his advantage, He hath not failíd
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 nephewís
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 VOLTEMAND.
In that, and all things, will we show our
duty.
KING.
We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
[_Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius._]
And now, Laertes, whatís the news with you?
You told us of some suit.
What isít, 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?
LAERTES.
Dread 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.
KING.
Have you your fatherís leave?
What says Polonius?
POLONIUS.
He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome
petition; and at last Upon his will I sealíd
my hard consent.
I do
beseech you give him leave to go.
KING.
Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces
spend it at thy will!
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my sonó
HAMLET.
[_Aside._] A little more than kin, and less
than kind.
KING.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
HAMLET.
Not so, my lord, I am too much ií the sun.
QUEEN.
Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look
like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek
for
thy noble father in the dust.
Thou knowíst ítis common, all that lives
must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
HAMLET.
Ay, madam, it is common.
QUEEN.
If it be, Why seems it so particular with
thee?
HAMLET.
Seems, madam!
Nay, it is; I know not seems.
íTis not alone my
inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits
of solemn black, Nor windy
suspiration of forcíd 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. íTis 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.
íTis unmanly
grief, It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a
mind impatient, An understanding simple and
unschoolíd; 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, ítis 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, ëThis must be so.í
We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing
woe, and think of us As of
a father; for let the world take note You
are the most immediate to our
throne, And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest
father bears his son Do I impart toward you.
For your intent In going
back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde
to our desire: And
we beseech you bend you to remain Here in
the cheer and comfort of our
eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our
son.
QUEEN.
Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I pray thee stay
with us; go not to Wittenberg.
HAMLET.
I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
KING.
Why, ítis a loving and a fair reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark.
Madam, come; This gentle and unforcíd 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 Kingís rouse the
heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly
thunder.
Come away.
[_Exeunt all but Hamlet._]
HAMLET.
O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve
itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fixíd His
canon
ígainst self-slaughter.
O God!
O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and
unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this
world!
Fie onít!
Oh fie!
ítis 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
deadónay, 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
monthó Let me not think
onítóFrailty, thy name is woman!
A little month, or ere those shoes
were old With which she followed my poor fatherís
body Like Niobe, all
tears.óWhy she, even sheó O God!
A beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourníd longer,ómarried with
mine uncle, My fatherís
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.
HORATIO.
Hail to your lordship!
HAMLET.
I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do
forget myself.
HORATIO.
The same, my lord, And your poor servant ever.
HAMLET.
Sir, my good friend; Iíll change that name
with you: And what
make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?ó Marcellus?
MARCELLUS.
My good lord.
HAMLET.
I am very glad to see you.óGood even, sir.ó
But what, in faith,
make you from Wittenberg?
HORATIO.
A truant disposition, good my lord.
HAMLET.
I would not hear your enemy say so; Nor shall
you do 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?
Weíll
teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
HORATIO.
My lord, I came to see your fatherís funeral.
HAMLET.
I prithee do not mock me, fellow-student.
I think it was to see
my motherís wedding.
HORATIO.
Indeed, my lord, it followíd hard upon.
HAMLET.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio!
The funeral bakíd 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,ómethinks I see
my father.
HORATIO.
Where, my lord?
HAMLET.
In my mindís eye, Horatio.
HORATIO.
I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
HAMLET.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall
not look upon
his like again.
HORATIO.
My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
HAMLET.
Saw?
Who?
HORATIO.
My lord, the King your father.
HAMLET.
The King my father!
HORATIO.
Season your admiration for a while With an
attent ear, till I
may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen
This marvel to you.
HAMLET.
For Godís love let me hear.
HORATIO.
Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus
and
Barnardo, on their watch In the dead waste
and middle of the night,
Been thus encounteríd.
A figure like your father, Armed at point
exactly, cap-‡-pie, Appears before them,
and with solemn march Goes
slow and stately by them: thrice he walkíd
By their oppressíd and
fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheonís
length; whilst they,
distillíd Almost to jelly with the act of
fear, Stand dumb, and speak
not to him.
This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they
did, And I with
them the third night kept the watch, Where,
as they had deliveríd, both
in time, Form of the thing, each word made
true and good, The
apparition comes.
I knew your father; These hands are not more
like.
HAMLET.
But where was this?
MARCELLUS.
My lord, upon the platform where we watch.
HAMLET.
Did you not speak to it?
HORATIO.
My 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 vanishíd from our
sight.
HAMLET.
íTis very strange.
HORATIO.
As I do live, my honouríd lord, ítis true;
And we did think it
writ down in our duty To let you know of it.
HAMLET.
Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch
tonight?
Mar. and BARNARDO.
We do, my lord.
HAMLET.
Armíd, say you?
Both.
Armíd, my lord.
HAMLET.
From top to toe?
BOTH.
My lord, from head to foot.
HAMLET.
Then saw you not his face?
HORATIO.
O yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.
HAMLET.
What, lookíd he frowningly?
HORATIO.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
HAMLET.
Pale, or red?
HORATIO.
Nay, very pale.
HAMLET.
And fixíd his eyes upon you?
HORATIO.
Most constantly.
HAMLET.
I would I had been there.
HORATIO.
It would have much amazíd you.
HAMLET.
Very like, very like.
Stayíd it long?
HORATIO.
While one with moderate haste might tell a
hundred.
MARCELLUS and BARNARDO.
Longer, longer.
HORATIO.
Not when I sawít.
HAMLET.
His beard was grizzled, no?
HORATIO.
It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable
silveríd.
HAMLET.
I will watch tonight; Perchance ítwill walk
again.
HORATIO.
I warrant you it will.
HAMLET.
If it assume my noble fatherís person, Iíll
speak to it, though
hell itself should gape And bid me hold my
peace.
I pray you all, If
you have hitherto concealíd 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.
Upon the platform ítwixt eleven and twelve,
Iíll visit you.
ALL.
Our duty to your honour.
HAMLET.
Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
[_Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus and Barnardo._]
My fatherís 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 oíerwhelm
them, to menís eyes.
[_Exit._]
SCENE III.
A room in Poloniusís house.
Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
LAERTES.
My necessaries are embarkíd.
Farewell.
And, sister, as the
winds give benefit And convoy is assistant,
do not sleep, But let me
hear from you.
OPHELIA.
Do you doubt that?
LAERTES.
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
Hold it a fashion
and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth
of primy nature, Forward, not
permanent, sweet, not lasting; The perfume
and suppliance of a minute;
No more.
OPHELIA.
No more but so?
LAERTES.
Think it no more.
For nature crescent does not grow alone In
thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the
mind and soul Grows wide withal.
Perhaps he loves you now, And now no
soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of
his will; but you must
fear, His greatness weighíd, his will is
not his own; For he himself is
subject to his birth: He may not, as unvaluíd
persons do, Carve for
himself; for on his choice depends The sanctity
and health of this
whole state; And therefore must his choice
be circumscribíd 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 unmasteríd 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
scopes not calumnious strokes: The canker
galls the infants of the
spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosíd,
And in the morn and
liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments
are most imminent.
Be wary
then, best safety lies in fear.
Youth to itself rebels, though none
else near.
OPHELIA.
I shall thíeffect 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; Whilst
like a puffíd and
reckless libertine Himself the primrose path
of dalliance treads, And
recks not his own rede.
LAERTES.
O, fear me not.
I stay too long.
But here my father comes.
Enter Polonius.
A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion
smiles upon a second
leave.
POLONIUS.
Yet here, Laertes?
Aboard, aboard, for shame.
The wind sits
in the shoulder of your sail, And you are
stayíd for.
There, my
blessing with you.
[_Laying his hand on Laertesís head._]
And these few precepts in thy memory Look
thou character.
Give thy
thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioníd
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-hatchíd, unfledgíd
comrade.
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being
in, Bearít that
thíopposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy
voice: Take each manís censure, but reserve
thy judgment.
Costly thy
habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressíd
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.
LAERTES.
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
POLONIUS.
The time invites you; go, your servants tend.
LAERTES.
Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well What
I have said to you.
OPHELIA.
íTis in my memory lockíd, And you yourself
shall keep the key
of it.
LAERTES.
Farewell.
[_Exit._]
POLONIUS.
What isít, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
OPHELIA.
So please you, something touching the Lord
Hamlet.
POLONIUS.
Marry, well bethought: íTis 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,óas so ítis put on me, And that
in
way of caution,óI must tell you You do not
understand yourself so
clearly As it behoves my daughter and your
honour.
What is between you?
Give me up the truth.
OPHELIA.
He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
Of his affection
to me.
POLONIUS.
Affection!
Pooh!
You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in
such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call
them?
OPHELIA.
I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
POLONIUS.
Marry, Iíll teach you; think yourself a baby;
That you have
taíen these tenders for true pay, Which are
not sterling.
Tender
yourself more dearly; Or,ónot to crack the
wind of the poor phrase,
Roaming it thus,óyouíll tender me a fool.
OPHELIA.
My lord, he hath importuníd me with love
In honourable
fashion.
POLONIUS.
Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
OPHELIA.
And hath given countenance to his speech,
my lord, With almost
all the holy vows of heaven.
POLONIUS.
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks.
I do know, When the blood
burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue
vows: these blazes,
daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct
in both, Even in their
promise, as it is a-making, You must not take
for fire.
From this time
Be 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 toít, I charge you; come your
ways.
OPHELIA.
I shall obey, my lord.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE IV.
The platform.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio and Marcellus.
HAMLET.
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
HORATIO.
It is a nipping and an eager air.
HAMLET.
What hour now?
HORATIO.
I think it lacks of twelve.
MARCELLUS.
No, it is struck.
HORATIO.
Indeed?
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._]
What does this mean, my lord?
HAMLET.
The 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.
HORATIO.
Is it a custom?
HAMLET.
Ay marry isít; And to my mind, though I am
native here, And to
the manner born, it is a custom More honouríd
in the breach than the
observance.
This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes
us traducíd and
taxíd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards,
and with swinish
phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
From our achievements,
though performíd 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 oíergrowth
of some complexion, Oft
breaking down the pales and forts of reason;
Or by some habit, that too
much oíerleavens The form of plausive manners;óthat
these men,
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
Being Natureís livery or
Fortuneís star,ó His virtues else,óbe 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 often doubt To his own scandal.
HORATIO.
Look, my lord, it comes!
Enter Ghost.
HAMLET.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of
health or goblin damníd, Bring with thee
airs from heaven or blasts
from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comíst in such a
questionable shape That I will speak to thee.
Iíll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane.
O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance;
but tell Why thy canonizíd bones, hearsed
in death, Have burst their
cerements; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw
thee quietly inurníd, Hath
opíd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast
thee up again!
What may this
mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete
steel, Revisitíst thus
the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous,
and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition With
thoughts beyond the reaches
of our souls?
Say, why is this?
Wherefore?
What should we do?
[_Ghost beckons Hamlet._]
HORATIO.
It beckons you to go away with it, As if it
some impartment
did desire To you alone.
MARCELLUS.
Look with what courteous action It waves you
to a more
removed ground.
But do not go with it.
HORATIO.
No, by no means.
HAMLET.
It will not speak; then will I follow it.
HORATIO.
Do not, my lord.
HAMLET.
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pinís
fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as
itself?
It waves me forth again.
Iíll follow it.
HORATIO.
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my
lord, Or to the
dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles
oíer 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 fadoms to the sea And hears
it roar beneath.
HAMLET.
It waves me still.
Go on, Iíll follow thee.
MARCELLUS.
You shall not go, my lord.
HAMLET.
Hold off your hands.
HORATIO.
Be rulíd; you shall not go.
HAMLET.
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery
in this body As
hardy as the Nemean lionís nerve.
[_Ghost beckons._]
Still am I callíd.
Unhand me, gentlemen.
[_Breaking free from them._]
By heaven, Iíll make a ghost of him that
lets me.
I say, away!óGo on,
Iíll follow thee.
[_Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet._]
HORATIO.
He waxes desperate with imagination.
MARCELLUS.
Letís follow; ítis not fit thus to obey
him.
HORATIO.
Have after.
To what issue will this come?
MARCELLUS.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
HORATIO.
Heaven will direct it.
MARCELLUS.
Nay, letís follow him.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE V. A more remote part of the Castle.
Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
HAMLET.
Whither wilt thou lead me?
Speak, Iíll go no further.
GHOST.
Mark me.
HAMLET.
I will.
GHOST.
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphírous
and tormenting
flames Must render up myself.
HAMLET.
Alas, poor ghost!
GHOST.
Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall
unfold.
HAMLET.
Speak, I am bound to hear.
GHOST.
So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
HAMLET.
What?
GHOST.
I am thy fatherís spirit, Doomíd for a certain
term to walk the
night, And for the day confiníd to fast in
fires, Till the foul crimes
done in my days of nature Are burnt and purgíd
away.
But that I am
forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold
whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul;
freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their
spheres, Thy knotted and
combined locks to part, And each particular
hair to stand on end Like
quills upon the fretful porcupine.
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.
List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever thy
dear father loveó
HAMLET.
O God!
GHOST.
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
HAMLET.
Murder!
GHOST.
Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But
this most foul,
strange, and unnatural.
HAMLET.
Haste me to knowít, that I, with wings as
swift As meditation
or the thoughts of love May sweep to my revenge.
GHOST.
I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou
be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst
thou not stir in this.
Now, Hamlet, hear.
íTis 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 abusíd; but know, thou noble
youth, The serpent that
did sting thy fatherís life Now wears his
crown.
HAMLET.
O my prophetic soul!
Mine uncle!
GHOST.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of
his wit, with traitorous gifts,ó O wicked
wit, and gifts, that have the
power So to seduce!ówon to his shameful lust
The will of my most
seeming-virtuous queen.
O Hamlet, what a falling off was there, From
me, whose love was of that dignity That it
went hand in hand even with
the vow I made to her in marriage; and to
decline Upon a wretch whose
natural gifts were poor To those of mine.
But virtue, as it never will
be movíd, Though lewdness court it in a shape
of heaven; So lust,
though to a radiant angel linkíd, Will sate
itself in a celestial bed
And prey on garbage.
But soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
Brief
let me be.
Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always
of the
afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole
With juice of cursed
hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of my
ears did pour The leperous
distilment, whose effect Holds such an enmity
with blood of man That
swift as quicksilver it courses through The
natural gates and alleys of
the body; And with a sudden vigour it doth
posset And curd, like eager
droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome
blood.
So did it mine; And
a most instant tetter barkíd about, Most
lazar-like, with vile and
loathsome crust All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a
brotherís hand, Of life, of crown, of queen
at once dispatchíd: Cut off
even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousíled,
disappointed, unanelíd; 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 pursuíst 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 ígins to pale his uneffectual
fire.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
Hamlet, remember me.
[_Exit._]
HAMLET.
O all you host of heaven!
O earth!
What else?
And shall I
couple hell?
O, fie!
Hold, 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 Iíll 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, Unmixíd
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._]
So, uncle, there you are.
Now to my word; It is ëAdieu, adieu, remember
me.í I have swornít.
HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
[_Within._] My lord, my lord.
MARCELLUS.
[_Within._] Lord Hamlet.
HORATIO.
[_Within._] Heaven secure him.
HAMLET.
So be it!
MARCELLUS.
[_Within._] Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
HAMLET.
Hillo, ho, ho, boy!
Come, bird, come.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
MARCELLUS.
How isít, my noble lord?
HORATIO.
What news, my lord?
HAMLET.
O, wonderful!
HORATIO.
Good my lord, tell it.
HAMLET.
No, youíll reveal it.
HORATIO.
Not I, my lord, by heaven.
MARCELLUS.
Nor I, my lord.
HAMLET.
How say you then, would heart of man once
think it?ó But youíll
be secret?
HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
HAMLET.
Thereís neíer a villain dwelling in all
Denmark But heís an
arrant knave.
HORATIO.
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the
grave To tell us
this.
HAMLET.
Why, right; you are ií the right; And so,
without more
circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we
shake hands and part: You,
as your business and desires shall point you,ó
For every man hath
business and desire, Such as it is;óand for
my own poor part, Look you,
Iíll go pray.
HORATIO.
These are but wild and whirling words, my
lord.
HAMLET.
Iím sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes
faith, heartily.
HORATIO.
Thereís no offence, my lord.
HAMLET.
Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence
too.
Touching this vision here, It is an honest
ghost, that let me tell
you.
For your desire to know what is between us,
Oíermasterít as you
may.
And now, good friends, As you are friends,
scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
HORATIO.
What isít, my lord?
We will.
HAMLET.
Never make known what you have seen tonight.
HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
My lord, we will not.
HAMLET.
Nay, but swearít.
HORATIO.
In faith, my lord, not I.
MARCELLUS.
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
HAMLET.
Upon my sword.
MARCELLUS.
We have sworn, my lord, already.
HAMLET.
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
GHOST.
[_Cries under the stage._] Swear.
HAMLET.
Ha, ha boy, sayíst thou so?
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on,
you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
Consent to swear.
HORATIO.
Propose the oath, my lord.
HAMLET.
Never to speak of this that you have seen.
Swear by my sword.
GHOST.
[_Beneath._] Swear.
HAMLET.
_Hic et ubique?_ Then weíll shift our ground.
Come hither,
gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my
sword.
Never to speak of
this that you have heard.
Swear by my sword.
GHOST.
[_Beneath._] Swear.
HAMLET.
Well said, old mole!
Canst work ií thíearth so fast?
A worthy
pioner!
Once more remove, good friends.
HORATIO.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
HAMLET.
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more
things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than
are dreamt of in your
philosophy.
But come, Here, as before, never, so help
you mercy, How
strange or odd soeíer I bear myself,ó As
I perchance hereafter shall
think meet To put an antic disposition onó
That you, at such times
seeing me, never shall, With arms encumberíd
thus, or this head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As ëWell, we knowí, or ëWe
could and if we wouldí, Or ëIf we list to
speakí; or ëThere be and if
they mightí, Or such ambiguous giving out,
to note That you know aught
of me:óthis not to do.
So grace and mercy at your most need help
you,
Swear.
GHOST.
[_Beneath._] Swear.
HAMLET.
Rest, 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
tíexpress 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, letís go together.
[_Exeunt._]
ACT II
SCENE I.
A 
room in Poloniusís house.
Enter Polonius and Reynaldo.
POLONIUS.
Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
REYNALDO.
I will, my lord.
POLONIUS.
You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
Before you
visit him, to make inquiry Of his behaviour.
REYNALDO.
My lord, I did intend it.
POLONIUS.
Marry, 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
ítwere some distant knowledge of him, As
thus, ëI know his father and
his friends, And in part himíódo you mark
this, Reynaldo?
REYNALDO.
Ay, very well, my lord.
POLONIUS.
ëAnd in part him, but,í you may say, ënot
well; But ifít be
he I mean, heís very wild; Addicted so and
so;í and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so
rank As may dishonour him;
take heed of that; But, sir, such wanton,
wild, and usual slips As are
companions noted and most known To youth and
liberty.
REYNALDO.
As gaming, my lord?
POLONIUS.
Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, Quarrelling,
drabbing.
You may go so far.
REYNALDO.
My lord, that would dishonour him.
POLONIUS.
Faith no, as you may season it in the charge.
You must not
put another scandal on him, That he is open
to incontinency; Thatís not
my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
That they may seem the
taints of liberty; The flash and outbreak
of a fiery mind, A savageness
in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault.
REYNALDO.
But my good lordó
POLONIUS.
Wherefore should you do this?
REYNALDO.
Ay, my lord, I would know that.
POLONIUS.
Marry, sir, hereís my drift, And I believe
it is a fetch of
warrant.
You laying these slight sullies on my son,
As ítwere a thing a
little soilíd ií thí 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 assuríd He closes with
you in this consequence;
ëGood sir,í or so; or ëfriend,í or ëgentlemaníó
According to the phrase
or the addition Of man and country.
REYNALDO.
Very good, my lord.
POLONIUS.
And then, sir, does he this,ó He doesóWhat
was I about to
say?
By the mass, I was about to say something.
Where did I leave?
REYNALDO.
At ëcloses in the consequence.í At ëfriend
or so,í and
ëgentleman.í
POLONIUS.
At ëcloses in the consequenceí ay, marry!
He closes with you
thus: ëI know the gentleman, I saw him yesterday,
or tíother day, Or
then, or then, with such and such; and, as
you say, There was he
gaming, there oíertook inís rouse, There
falling out at tennisí: or
perchance, ëI saw him enter such a house
of saleíó _Videlicet_, a
brothel, or so forth.
See you now; Your bait of falsehood takes
this
carp of truth; And thus do we of wisdom and
of reach, With windlasses,
and with assays of bias, By indirections find
directions out.
So by my
former lecture and advice Shall you my son.
You have me, have you not?
REYNALDO.
My lord, I have.
POLONIUS.
God bí wií you, fare you well.
REYNALDO.
Good my lord.
POLONIUS.
Observe his inclination in yourself.
REYNALDO.
I shall, my lord.
POLONIUS.
And let him ply his music.
REYNALDO.
Well, my lord.
POLONIUS.
Farewell.
[_Exit Reynaldo._]
Enter Ophelia.
How now, Ophelia, whatís the matter?
OPHELIA.
Alas, my lord, I have been so affrighted.
POLONIUS.
With what, in the name of God?
OPHELIA.
My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber, Lord
Hamlet, with his
doublet all unbracíd, No hat upon his head,
his stockings foulíd,
Ungartíred, 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.
POLONIUS.
Mad for thy love?
OPHELIA.
My lord, I do not know, but truly I do fear
it.
POLONIUS.
What said he?
OPHELIA.
He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
Then goes he to the
length of all his arm; And with his other
hand thus oíer his brow, He
falls to such perusal of my face As he would
draw it.
Long stayíd he
so, At last,óa little shaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus
waving up and down, He raisíd 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 turníd
He seemíd to find his
way without his eyes, For out oí doors he
went without their help, And
to the last bended their light on me.
POLONIUS.
Come, go with me.
I will go seek the King.
This is the very
ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes
itself, And leads the
will to desperate undertakings, As oft as
any passion under heaven That
does afflict our natures.
I am sorry,ó What, have you given him any
hard words of late?
OPHELIA.
No, my good lord; but as you did command,
I did repel his
letters and denied His access to me.
POLONIUS.
That hath made him mad.
I am sorry that with better heed and
judgment I had not quoted him.
I fearíd 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._]
SCENE II.
A room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern
and Attendants.
KING.
Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Moreover that we much
did long to see you, The need we have to use
you did provoke Our hasty
sending.
Something have you heard Of Hamletís transformation;
so I call
it, Since nor thíexterior nor the inward
man Resembles that it was.
What it should be, More than his fatherís
death, that thus hath put him
So much from thíunderstanding of himself,
I cannot dream of.
I entreat
you both That, being of so young days brought
up with him, And since so
neighbouríd 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, openíd, lies within
our remedy.
QUEEN.
Good gentlemen, he hath much talkíd 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 kingís remembrance.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign
power you have
of us, Put your dread pleasures more into
command Than to entreaty.
GUILDENSTERN.
We both obey, And here give up ourselves,
in the full
bent, To lay our service freely at your feet
To be commanded.
KING.
Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
QUEEN.
Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you
instantly to visit My too much changed son.
Go, some of you, And bring
these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
GUILDENSTERN.
Heavens make our presence and our practices
Pleasant and
helpful to him.
QUEEN.
Ay, amen.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and some
Attendants._]
Enter Polonius.
POLONIUS.
Thíambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
Are joyfully
returníd.
KING.
Thou still hast been the father of good news.
POLONIUS.
Have 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,óor else this brain of mine Hunts not
the trail of policy so sure
As it hath usíd to doóthat I have found
The very cause of Hamletís
lunacy.
KING.
O speak of that, that do I long to hear.
POLONIUS.
Give first admittance to thíambassadors;
My news shall be the
fruit to that great feast.
KING.
Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
[_Exit Polonius._]
He tells me, my sweet queen, that he hath
found The head and source of
all your sonís distemper.
QUEEN.
I doubt it is no other but the main, His fatherís
death and our
oíerhasty marriage.
KING.
Well, we shall sift him.
Enter Polonius with Voltemand and Cornelius.
Welcome, my good friends!
Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
VOLTEMAND.
Most fair return of greetings and desires.
Upon our first,
he sent out to suppress His nephewís levies,
which to him appearíd To
be a preparation ígainst the Polack; But
better lookíd into, he truly
found It was against your Highness; whereat
grievíd, 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
thíassay 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._] That
it might please you to give quiet pass Through
your dominions for this
enterprise, On such regards of safety and
allowance As therein are set
down.
KING.
It likes us well; And at our more consideríd
time weíll read,
Answer, and think upon this business.
Meantime we thank you for your
well-took labour.
Go to your rest, at night weíll feast together:.
Most
welcome home.
[_Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius._]
POLONIUS.
This business is well ended.
My liege and madam, to
expostulate What majesty should be, what duty
is, Why day is day, night
night, and time is time.
Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs
and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
Your noble son is mad.
Mad
call I it; for to define true madness, What
isít but to be nothing else
but mad?
But let that go.
QUEEN.
More matter, with less art.
POLONIUS.
Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, ítis
true: ítis true ítis pity; And pity ítis
ítis 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
daughteróhave whilst she is mineó Who in
her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this.
Now gather, and surmise.
[_Reads._] _To the
celestial, and my soulís idol, the most beautified
Ophelia_ó Thatís an
ill phrase, a vile phrase; ëbeautifiedí
is a vile phrase: but you shall
hear.
[_Reads._] _these; in her excellent white
bosom, these, &c._
QUEEN.
Came this from Hamlet to her?
POLONIUS.
Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
[_Reads._]
_Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that
the sun doth move, Doubt
truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
O dear Ophelia, I am ill at
these numbers.
I have not art to reckon my groans.
But that I love thee
best, O most best, believe it.
Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady,
whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET._ This
in obedience hath my
daughter showíd me; And more above, hath
his solicitings, As they fell
out by time, by means, and place, All given
to mine ear.
KING.
But how hath she receivíd his love?
POLONIUS.
What do you think of me?
KING.
As of a man faithful and honourable.
POLONIUS.
I would fain prove so.
But what might you think, When I had
seen this hot love on the wing, As I perceivíd
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 playíd the
desk or table-book, Or
given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or
lookíd upon this love with
idle sight, What might you think?
No, I went round to work, And my
young mistress thus I did bespeak: ëLord
Hamlet is a prince, out of thy
star.
This must not be.í 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,óa short
tale to makeó 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.
KING.
Do you think ítis this?
QUEEN.
It may be, very likely.
POLONIUS.
Hath there been such a time, Iíd fain know
that, That I have
positively said ëíTis so,í When it províd
otherwise?
KING.
Not that I know.
POLONIUS.
Take this from this, if this be otherwise.
[_Points to his
head and shoulder._] If circumstances lead
me, I will find Where truth
is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the
centre.
KING.
How may we try it further?
POLONIUS.
You know sometimes he walks four hours together
Here in the
lobby.
QUEEN.
So he does indeed.
POLONIUS.
At such a time Iíll 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 fallín thereon, Let me
be no assistant for a state,
But keep a farm and carters.
KING.
We will try it.
Enter Hamlet, reading.
QUEEN.
But look where sadly the poor wretch comes
reading.
POLONIUS.
Away, I do beseech you, both away Iíll board
him presently.
O, give me leave.
[_Exeunt King, Queen and Attendants._]
How does my good Lord Hamlet?
HAMLET.
Well, God-a-mercy.
POLONIUS.
Do you know me, my lord?
HAMLET.
Excellent well.
Youíre a fishmonger.
POLONIUS.
Not I, my lord.
HAMLET.
Then I would you were so honest a man.
POLONIUS.
Honest, my lord?
HAMLET.
Ay sir, to be honest, as this world goes,
is to be one man
picked out of ten thousand.
POLONIUS.
Thatís very true, my lord.
HAMLET.
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog,
being a good
kissing carrion,ó Have you a daughter?
POLONIUS.
I have, my lord.
HAMLET.
Let her not walk ií thí sun.
Conception is a blessing, but not
as your daughter may conceive.
Friend, look toít.
POLONIUS.
How 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.
Iíll speak to him again.óWhat do you read,
my
lord?
HAMLET.
Words, words, words.
POLONIUS.
What is the matter, my lord?
HAMLET.
Between who?
POLONIUS.
I mean the matter that you read, my lord.
HAMLET.
Slanders, 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 a method
inít.ó Will you walk out of the air, my
lord?
HAMLET.
Into my grave?
POLONIUS.
Indeed, that is out oí the air.
[_Aside._] How pregnant
sometimes his replies are!
A happiness that often madness hits on,
which reason and sanity could not so prosperously
be delivered of.
I
will leave him and suddenly contrive the means
of meeting between him
and my daughter.
My honourable lord, I will most humbly take
my leave
of you.
HAMLET.
You cannot, sir, take from me anything that
I will more
willingly part withal, except my life, except
my life, except my life.
POLONIUS.
Fare you well, my lord.
HAMLET.
These tedious old fools.
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
POLONIUS.
You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
ROSENCRANTZ.
[_To Polonius._] God save you, sir.
[_Exit Polonius._]
GUILDENSTERN.
My honoured lord!
ROSENCRANTZ.
My most dear lord!
HAMLET.
My excellent good friends!
How dost thou, Guildenstern?
Ah,
Rosencrantz.
Good lads, how do ye both?
ROSENCRANTZ.
As the indifferent children of the earth.
GUILDENSTERN.
Happy in that we are not over-happy; On Fortuneís
cap we
are not the very button.
HAMLET.
Nor the soles of her shoe?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Neither, my lord.
HAMLET.
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle
of her favours?
GUILDENSTERN.
Faith, her privates we.
HAMLET.
In the secret parts of Fortune?
O, most true; she is a
strumpet.
Whatís the news?
ROSENCRANTZ.
None, my lord, but that the worldís grown
honest.
HAMLET.
Then is doomsday near.
But your news is not true.
Let me
question more in particular.
What have you, my good friends, deserved
at the hands of Fortune, that she sends you
to prison hither?
GUILDENSTERN.
Prison, my lord?
HAMLET.
Denmarkís a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Then is the world one.
HAMLET.
A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
wards, and
dungeons, Denmark being one oí thí worst.
ROSENCRANTZ.
We think not so, my lord.
HAMLET.
Why, then ítis none to you; for there is
nothing either good or
bad but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Why, then your ambition makes it one; ítis
too narrow for
your mind.
HAMLET.
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and
count myself a
king of infinite space, were it not that I
have bad dreams.
GUILDENSTERN.
Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the
very
substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow
of a dream.
HAMLET.
A dream itself is but a shadow.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and
light a quality
that it is but a shadowís shadow.
HAMLET.
Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs
and outstretchíd
heroes the beggarsí shadows.
Shall we to thí court?
For, by my fay, I
cannot reason.
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Weíll wait upon you.
HAMLET.
No such matter.
I will not sort you with the rest of my
servants; for, to speak to you like an honest
man, I am most dreadfully
attended.
But, in the beaten way of friendship, what
make you at
Elsinore?
ROSENCRANTZ.
To visit you, my lord, no other occasion.
HAMLET.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks;
but I thank you.
And sure, dear friends, my thanks are too
dear a halfpenny.
Were you
not sent for?
Is it your own inclining?
Is it a free visitation?
Come,
deal justly with me.
Come, come; nay, speak.
GUILDENSTERN.
What should we say, my lord?
HAMLET.
Why, 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.
ROSENCRANTZ.
To what end, my lord?
HAMLET.
That you must teach me.
But let me conjure you, by the rights
of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our
youth, by the obligation of
our ever-preserved love, and by what more
dear a better proposer could
charge you withal, be even and direct with
me, whether you were sent
for or no.
ROSENCRANTZ.
[_To Guildenstern._] What say you?
HAMLET.
[_Aside._] Nay, then I have an eye of you.
If you love me, hold
not off.
GUILDENSTERN.
My lord, we were sent for.
HAMLET.
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
prevent your
discovery, and your secrecy to the King and
Queen moult no feather.
I
have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost
all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so
heavily with my disposition
that this goodly frame the earth, seems to
me a sterile promontory;
this most excellent canopy the air, look you,
this brave oíerhanging
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.
ROSENCRANTZ.
My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
HAMLET.
Why did you laugh then, when I said ëMan
delights not meí?
ROSENCRANTZ.
To think, my lord, if you delight not in man,
what Lenten
entertainment the players shall receive from
you.
We coted them on the
way, and hither are they coming to offer you
service.
HAMLET.
He that plays the king shall be welcome,óhis
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 aí thí
sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely,
or the blank verse shall
halt forít.
What players are they?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Even those you were wont to take such delight
inóthe
tragedians of the city.
HAMLET.
How chances it they travel?
Their residence, both in reputation
and profit, was better both ways.
ROSENCRANTZ.
I think their inhibition comes by the means
of the late
innovation.
HAMLET.
Do they hold the same estimation they did
when I was in the
city?
Are they so followed?
ROSENCRANTZ.
No, indeed, they are not.
HAMLET.
How comes it?
Do they grow rusty?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace;
but there
is, sir, an ayry of children, little eyases,
that cry out on the top of
question, and are most tyrannically clapped
forít.
These are now the
fashion, and so berattle the common stagesóso
they call themóthat many
wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills
and dare scarce come
thither.
HAMLET.
What, are they children?
Who maintains íem?
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
playersóas it is most like, if their means
are no betterótheir writers
do them wrong to make them exclaim against
their own succession?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Faith, there has been much to do on both sides;
and the
nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy.
There was for a
while, no money bid for argument unless the
poet and the player went to
cuffs in the question.
HAMLET.
Isít possible?
GUILDENSTERN.
O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
HAMLET.
Do the boys carry it away?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Ay, that they do, my lord.
Hercules and his load too.
HAMLET.
It is not very strange; for 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.
íSblood, there is something in this more
than natural, if philosophy
could find it out.
[_Flourish of trumpets within._]
GUILDENSTERN.
There are the players.
HAMLET.
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore.
Your hands, come.
The
appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.
Let me comply with you
in this garb, lest my extent to the players,
which I tell you must show
fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment
than yours.
You
are welcome.
But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
GUILDENSTERN.
In what, my dear lord?
HAMLET.
I am but mad north-north-west.
When the wind is southerly, I
know a hawk from a handsaw.
Enter Polonius.
POLONIUS.
Well be with you, gentlemen.
HAMLET.
Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each
ear a hearer.
That
great baby you see there is not yet out of
his swaddling clouts.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Happily heís the second time come to them;
for they say an
old man is twice a child.
HAMLET.
I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the
players.
Mark
it.óYou say right, sir: for a Monday morning
ítwas so indeed.
POLONIUS.
My lord, I have news to tell you.
HAMLET.
My lord, I have news to tell you.
When Roscius was an actor in
Romeó
POLONIUS.
The actors are come hither, my lord.
HAMLET.
Buzz, buzz.
POLONIUS.
Upon my honour.
HAMLET.
Then came each actor on his assó
POLONIUS.
The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
comedy,
history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral,
scene
individable, or poem unlimited.
Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus
too light, for the law of writ and the liberty.
These are the only men.
HAMLET.
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure
hadst thou!
POLONIUS.
What treasure had he, my lord?
HAMLET.
Whyó íOne fair daughter, and no more, The
which he loved
passing well.í
POLONIUS.
[_Aside._] Still on my daughter.
HAMLET.
Am I not ií thí right, old Jephthah?
POLONIUS.
If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a
daughter that I
love passing well.
HAMLET.
Nay, that follows not.
POLONIUS.
What follows then, my lord?
HAMLET.
Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you know,
It came to pass,
as most like it was.
The first row of the pious chanson will show
you
more.
For look where my abridgement comes.
Enter four or five Players.
You are welcome, masters, welcome all.
I am glad to see thee well.
Welcome, good friends.
O, my old friend!
Thy face is valancíd since I
saw thee last.
Comíst thou to beard me in Denmark?
What, my young lady
and mistress!
Byír 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.
Weíll eíen toít like French falconers,
fly at anything
we see.
Weíll have a speech straight.
Come, give us a taste of your
quality.
Come, a passionate speech.
FIRST PLAYER.
What speech, my lord?
HAMLET.
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it
was never acted, or
if it was, not above once, for the play, I
remember, pleased not the
million, ítwas caviare to the general.
But it wasóas I received it, and
others, whose judgments in such matters cried
in the top of mineóan
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.
íTwas Aeneasí tale to Dido, and
thereabout of it especially where he speaks
of Priamís slaughter.
If it
live in your memory, begin at this line, let
me see, let me see: _The
rugged Pyrrhus, like thí Hyrcanian beast,ó_
It is not so: it begins
with Pyrrhusó _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
smearíd With heraldry
more dismal.
Head to foot Now is he total gules, horridly
trickíd With
blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Bakíd 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 oíersized
with
coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles,
the hellish Pyrrhus Old
grandsire Priam seeks._ So, proceed you.
POLONIUS.
íFore God, my lord, well spoken, with good
accent and good
discretion.
FIRST PLAYER.
_Anon he finds him, Striking too short at
Greeks.
His
antique sword, Rebellious to his arm, lies
where it falls, Repugnant to
command.
Unequal matchíd, Pyrrhus at Priam drives,
in rage strikes
wide; But with the whiff and wind of his fell
sword Thíunnerved father
falls.
Then senseless Ilium, Seeming to feel this
blow, with flaming
top Stoops to his base, and with a hideous
crash Takes prisoner
Pyrrhusí ear.
For lo, his sword, Which was declining on
the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seemíd ií thíair 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
Pyrrhusí pause, Aroused vengeance sets him
new a-work, And never did
the Cyclopsí hammers fall On Marsís armour,
forgíd for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhusí 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._
POLONIUS.
This is too long.
HAMLET.
It shall to the barberís, with your beard.óPrythee
say on.
Heís
for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps.
Say on; come to Hecuba.
FIRST PLAYER.
_But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen,ó_
HAMLET.
ëThe mobled queení?
POLONIUS.
Thatís good! ëMobled queení is good.
FIRST PLAYER.
_Run barefoot up and down, threatíning the
flames With
bisson rheum.
A clout upon that head Where late the diadem
stood, and
for a robe, About her lank and all oíerteemed
loins, A blanket, in
thíalarm of fear caught upó Who this had
seen, with tongue in venom
steepíd, íGainst Fortuneís state would
treason have pronouncíd.
But if
the gods themselves did see her then, When
she saw Pyrrhus make
malicious sport In mincing with his sword
her husbandís limbs, The
instant burst of clamour that she made,ó
Unless things mortal move them
not at all,ó Would have made milch the burning
eyes of heaven, And
passion in the gods._
POLONIUS.
Look, where he has not turníd his colour,
and has tears inís
eyes.
Pray you, no more.
HAMLET.
íTis well.
Iíll have thee speak out the rest of this
soon.óGood
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.
POLONIUS.
My lord, I will use them according to their
desert.
HAMLET.
Godís bodikin, man, 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.
POLONIUS.
Come, sirs.
HAMLET.
Follow him, friends.
Weíll hear a play tomorrow.
[_Exeunt Polonius with all the Players but
the First._]
Dost thou hear me, old friend?
Can you play _The Murder of Gonzago_?
FIRST PLAYER.
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET.
Weíll haít tomorrow night.
You could for a need study a speech
of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would
set down and insert inít,
could you not?
FIRST PLAYER.
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET.
Very well.
Follow that lord, and look you mock him not.
[_Exit First Player._]
[_To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern_] My good
friends, Iíll leave you
till night.
You are welcome to Elsinore.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Good my lord.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._]
HAMLET.
Ay, so, God bí wií 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
waníd; Tears in his eyes,
distraction inís aspect, A broken voice,
and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit?
And all for nothing!
For Hecuba?
Whatís
Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should
weep for her?
What would
he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have?
He would
drown the stage with tears And cleave the
general ear with horrid
speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the
free, Confound the ignorant,
and amaze indeed, The very faculties of eyes
and ears.
Yet I, A dull
and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams,
unpregnant of my
cause, And can say nothing.
No, not for a king Upon whose property and
most dear life A damníd 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 ií
thí throat As deep as
to the lungs?
Who does me this?
Ha! íSwounds, I should take it: for it
cannot be But I am pigeon-liveríd, and lack
gall To make oppression
bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all
the region kites With this
slaveís 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
murderíd, 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 uponít!
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 proclaimíd their malefactions.
For murder, though
it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous
organ.
Iíll have
these players Play something like the murder
of my father Before mine
uncle.
Iíll observe his looks; Iíll 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 Tíassume 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.
Iíll have grounds More relative than
this.
The playís the thing Wherein Iíll catch
the conscience 
of the
King.
[_Exit._]
ACT III
SCENE I.
A 
room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern.
KING.
And can you by no drift of circumstance Get
from him why he puts
on this confusion, Grating so harshly all
his days of quiet With
turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
ROSENCRANTZ.
He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what
cause he will by no means speak.
GUILDENSTERN.
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a
crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring
him on to some
confession Of his true state.
QUEEN.
Did he receive you well?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Most like a gentleman.
GUILDENSTERN.
But with much forcing of his disposition.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Niggard of question, but of our demands, Most
free in his
reply.
QUEEN.
Did you assay him to any pastime?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Madam, it so fell out that certain players
We oíer-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.
íTis most true; And he beseechíd me to entreat
your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
KING.
With all my heart; and it doth much content
me To hear him so
incliníd.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And
drive his
purpose on to these delights.
ROSENCRANTZ.
We shall, my lord.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._]
KING.
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too, For we have
closely sent for Hamlet
hither, That he, as ítwere 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 behavíd, Ifít be thíaffliction
of his love or no That
thus he suffers for.
QUEEN.
I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That
your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamletís
wildness: so shall I
hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted
way again, To both your
honours.
OPHELIA.
Madam, I wish it may.
[_Exit Queen._]
POLONIUS.
Ophelia, walk you here.óGracious, so please
you, We will
bestow ourselves.ó[_To Ophelia._] Read on
this book, That show of such
an exercise may colour Your loneliness.óWe
are oft to blame in this,
íTis too much províd, that with devotionís
visage And pious action we
do sugar oíer The devil himself.
KING. [_Aside._] O ítis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth
give my conscience!
The harlotís 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!
POLONIUS.
I hear him coming.
Letís withdraw, my lord.
[_Exeunt King and Polonius._]
Enter Hamlet.
HAMLET.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ítis 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
dieóto sleep, No more; and by a sleep to
say we end The heart-ache, and
the thousand natural shocks That flesh is
heir to: ítis a consummation
Devoutly to be wishíd.
To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to
dreamóay, thereís the rub, For in that sleep
of death what dreams may
come, When we have shuffled off this mortal
coil, Must give us pause.
Thereís the respect That makes calamity of
so long life.
For who would
bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressorís
wrong, the proud
manís contumely, The pangs of disprizíd
love, the lawís 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
undiscoveríd 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 oíer 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 rememberíd.
OPHELIA.
Good my lord, How does your honour for this
many a day?
HAMLET.
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours That
I have longed long
to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET.
No, not I. I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA.
My honouríd lord, you know right well you
did, And with them
words of so sweet breath composíd As made
the things more rich; their
perfume lost, Take these again; for to the
noble mind Rich gifts wax
poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
HAMLET.
Ha, ha!
Are you honest?
OPHELIA.
My lord?
HAMLET.
Are you fair?
OPHELIA.
What means your lordship?
HAMLET.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty
should admit no
discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIA.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce
than with honesty?
HAMLET.
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform
honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can
translate beauty into his likeness.
This was sometime a paradox, but
now the time gives it proof.
I did love you once.
OPHELIA.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET.
You should not have believed me; for virtue
cannot so inoculate
our old stock but we shall relish of it.
I loved you not.
OPHELIA.
I was the more deceived.
HAMLET.
Get thee to a nunnery.
Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
sinners?
I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I
could accuse me of
such things that it were better my mother
had not borne me.
I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences
at my beck than I have
thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
them shape, or time to act
them in.
What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and
heaven?
We are arrant knaves all, believe none of
us.
Go thy ways to a
nunnery.
Whereís your father?
OPHELIA.
At home, my lord.
HAMLET.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may
play the fool
nowhere but inís own house.
Farewell.
OPHELIA.
O help him, you sweet heavens!
HAMLET.
If thou dost marry, Iíll give thee this plague
for thy dowry.
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
thou shalt not escape
calumny.
Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell.
Or if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well
enough what monsters you
make of them.
To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.
Farewell.
OPHELIA.
O heavenly powers, restore him!
HAMLET.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough.
God hath given
you one face, and you make yourselves another.
You jig, you amble, and
you lisp, and nickname Godís creatures, and
make your wantonness your
ignorance.
Go to, Iíll no more onít, it hath made me
mad.
I say, we
will have no more marriages.
Those that are married already, all but
one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they
are.
To a nunnery, go.
[_Exit._]
OPHELIA.
O, what a noble mind is here oíerthrown!
The courtierís,
soldierís, scholarís, eye, tongue, sword,
Thíexpectancy and rose of the
fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould
of form, Thíobservíd of
all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and
wretched, That suckíd the honey of his music
vows, Now see that noble
and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells
jangled out of tune and
harsh, That unmatchíd form and feature of
blown youth Blasted with
ecstasy.
O woe is me, Tíhave seen what I have seen,
see what I see.
Enter King and Polonius.
KING.
Love?
His affections do not that way tend, Nor what
he spake,
though it lackíd form a little, Was not like
madness.
Thereís something
in his soul Oíer 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 onít?
POLONIUS.
It shall do well.
But yet do I believe The origin and
commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected
love.
How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all.
My lord,
do as you please, But if you hold it fit,
after the play, Let his queen
mother all alone entreat him To show his grief,
let her be round with
him, And Iíll be placíd, so please you,
in the ear Of all their
conference.
If she find him not, To England send him;
or confine him
where Your wisdom best shall think.
KING.
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatchíd
go.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE II.
A hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet and certain Players.
HAMLET.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced
it to you,
trippingly on the tongue.
But if you mouth it, as many of your players
do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my
lines.
Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all
gently; for in the very
torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, 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 oíerdoing
Termagant.
It out-Herods Herod.
Pray you avoid it.
FIRST PLAYER.
I warrant your honour.
HAMLET.
Be not too tame neither; but let your own
discretion be your
tutor.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the
action, with this
special observance, that you oíerstep 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
ítwere 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 oíerweigh a whole theatre
of others.
O, there be players
that I have seen playóand heard others praise,
and that highlyónot 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 Natureís journeymen
had made men, and not
made them well, they imitated humanity so
abominably.
FIRST PLAYER.
I hope we have reformíd that indifferently
with us, sir.
HAMLET.
O reform it altogether.
And let those that play your clowns
speak no more than is set down for them.
For there be of them that will
themselves laugh, to set on some quantity
of barren spectators to laugh
too, though in the meantime some necessary
question of the play be then
to be considered.
Thatís villanous, and shows a most pitiful
ambition
in the fool that uses it.
Go make you ready.
[_Exeunt Players._]
Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
How now, my lord?
Will the King hear this piece of work?
POLONIUS.
And the Queen too, and that presently.
HAMLET.
Bid the players make haste.
[_Exit Polonius._]
Will you two help to hasten them?
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
We will, my lord.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._]
HAMLET.
What ho, Horatio!
Enter Horatio.
HORATIO.
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
HAMLET.
Horatio, thou art eíen as just a man As eíer
my conversation
copíd withal.
HORATIO.
O my dear lord.
HAMLET.
Nay, 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 flatteríd?
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
sealíd thee for herself.
For thou hast been As one, in suffering all,
that suffers nothing, A man that Fortuneís
buffets and rewards Hast
taíen with equal thanks.
And blesíd are those Whose blood and judgment
are so well co-mingled That they are not a
pipe for Fortuneís finger To
sound what stop she please.
Give me that man That is not passionís
slave, and I will wear him In my heartís
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 fatherís death.
I prythee, when thou
seeíst 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 Vulcanís stithy.
Give him heedful note; For I mine eyes will
rivet
to his face; And after we will both our judgments
join In censure of
his seeming.
HORATIO.
Well, my lord.
If he steal aught the whilst this play is
playing, And scape detecting, I will pay the
theft.
HAMLET.
They 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.
KING.
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
HAMLET.
Excellent, ií faith; of the chameleonís
dish: I eat the air,
promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
KING.
I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these
words are not
mine.
HAMLET.
No, nor mine now.
[_To Polonius._] My lord, you playíd once
ií
thíuniversity, you say?
POLONIUS.
That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good
actor.
HAMLET.
What did you enact?
POLONIUS.
I did enact Julius Caesar.
I was killíd ií thí Capitol.
Brutus killed me.
HAMLET.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital
a calf there.
Be
the players ready?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
QUEEN.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
HAMLET.
No, good mother, hereís metal more attractive.
POLONIUS.
[_To the King._] O ho! do you mark that?
HAMLET.
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
[_Lying down at Opheliaís feet._]
OPHELIA.
No, my lord.
HAMLET.
I mean, my head upon your lap?
OPHELIA.
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET.
Do you think I meant country matters?
OPHELIA.
I think nothing, my lord.
HAMLET.
Thatís a fair thought to lie between maidsí
legs.
OPHELIA.
What is, my lord?
HAMLET.
Nothing.
OPHELIA.
You are merry, my lord.
HAMLET.
Who, I?
OPHELIA.
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET.
O 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
withinís two hours.
OPHELIA.
Nay, ítis twice two months, my lord.
HAMLET.
So long?
Nay then, let the devil wear black, for Iíll
have a
suit of sables.
O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten
yet?
Then thereís hope a great manís memory may
outlive his life half a
year.
But byír lady, he must build churches then;
or else shall he
suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse,
whose epitaph is ëFor, O,
for O, the hobby-horse is forgot!í
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 upon her neck.
Lays him down upon a bank of
flowers.
She, seeing him asleep, leaves him.
Anon comes in a fellow,
takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison
in the Kingís 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._]
OPHELIA.
What means this, my lord?
HAMLET.
Marry, this is miching mallicho; it means
mischief.
OPHELIA.
Belike this show imports the argument of the
play.
Enter Prologue.
HAMLET.
We shall know by this fellow: the players
cannot keep counsel;
theyíll tell all.
OPHELIA.
Will they tell us what this show meant?
HAMLET.
Ay, or any show that youíll show him.
Be not you ashamed to
show, heíll not shame to tell you what it
means.
OPHELIA.
You are naught, you are naught: Iíll mark
the play.
PROLOGUE.
_For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping
to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently._
HAMLET.
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
OPHELIA.
íTis brief, my lord.
HAMLET.
As womanís love.
Enter a King and a Queen.
PLAYER KING.
Full thirty times hath Phoebusí cart gone
round Neptuneís
salt wash and Tellusí orbed ground, And thirty
dozen moons with
borrowíd 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 QUEEN.
So many journeys may the sun and moon Make
us again count
oíer 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 womenís 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 sizíd, my fear is
so.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are
fear; Where little
fears grow great, great love grows there.
PLAYER KING.
Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly
too: My
operant powers their functions leave to do:
And thou shalt live in this
fair world behind, Honouríd, belovíd, and
haply one as kind For husband
shalt thouó
PLAYER QUEEN.
O 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 killíd the first.
HAMLET.
[_Aside._] Wormwood, wormwood.
PLAYER QUEEN.
The instances that second marriage move Are
base respects
of thrift, but none of love.
A second time I kill my husband dead, When
second husband kisses me in bed.
PLAYER KING.
I 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 ítis 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 ítis not
strange That even our loves should with our
fortunes change, For ítis 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 advancíd 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 QUEEN.
Nor 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 anchorís 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. íTis deeply sworn.
Sweet, leave me here awhile.
My spirits
grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious
day with sleep.
[_Sleeps._]
PLAYER QUEEN.
Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance
between us
twain.
[_Exit._]
HAMLET.
Madam, how like you this play?
QUEEN.
The lady protests too much, methinks.
HAMLET.
O, but sheíll keep her word.
KING.
Have you heard the argument?
Is there no offence inít?
HAMLET.
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest;
no offence ií thí
world.
KING.
What do you call the play?
HAMLET.
_The Mousetrap._ Marry, how?
Tropically.
This play is the image
of a murder done in Vienna.
Gonzago is the Dukeís name, his wife
Baptista: you shall see anon; ítis a knavish
piece of work: but what oí
that?
Your majesty, and we that have free souls,
it touches us not.
Let
the gallíd jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Enter Lucianus.
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King.
OPHELIA.
You are a good chorus, my lord.
HAMLET.
I could interpret between you and your love,
if I could see the
puppets dallying.
OPHELIA.
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
HAMLET.
It would cost you a groaning to take off my
edge.
OPHELIA.
Still better, and worse.
HAMLET.
So you mistake your husbands.óBegin, murderer.
Pox, leave thy
damnable faces, and begin.
Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for
revenge.
LUCIANUS.
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and
time agreeing,
Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of
midnight weeds collected, With Hecateís ban
thrice blasted, thrice
infected, Thy natural magic and dire property
On wholesome life usurp
immediately.
[_Pours the poison into the sleeperís ears._]
HAMLET.
He poisons him ií thígarden forís estate.
His nameís Gonzago.
The story is extant, and written in very choice
Italian.
You shall see
anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzagoís
wife.
OPHELIA.
The King rises.
HAMLET.
What, frighted with false fire?
QUEEN.
How fares my lord?
POLONIUS.
Give oíer the play.
KING.
Give me some light.
Away.
All.
Lights, lights, lights.
[_Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio._]
HAMLET.
Why, 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?
HORATIO.
Half a share.
HAMLET.
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm
dismantled was Of Jove himself, and now reigns
here A very,
veryópajock.
HORATIO.
You might have rhymed.
HAMLET.
O good Horatio, Iíll take the ghostís word
for a thousand
pound.
Didst perceive?
HORATIO.
Very well, my lord.
HAMLET.
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO.
I did very well note him.
HAMLET.
Ah, 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.
GUILDENSTERN.
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
HAMLET.
Sir, a whole history.
GUILDENSTERN.
The King, siró
HAMLET.
Ay, sir, what of him?
GUILDENSTERN.
Is in his retirement, marvellous distempered.
HAMLET.
With drink, sir?
GUILDENSTERN.
No, my lord; rather with choler.
HAMLET.
Your 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.
GUILDENSTERN.
Good my lord, put your discourse into some
frame, and
start not so wildly from my affair.
HAMLET.
I am tame, sir, pronounce.
GUILDENSTERN.
The Queen your mother, in most great affliction
of
spirit, hath sent me to you.
HAMLET.
You are welcome.
GUILDENSTERN.
Nay, 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 motherís commandment; if not, your pardon
and my return shall be
the end of my business.
HAMLET.
Sir, I cannot.
GUILDENSTERN.
What, my lord?
HAMLET.
Make you a wholesome answer.
My witís 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,ó
ROSENCRANTZ.
Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck
her into
amazement and admiration.
HAMLET.
O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother!
But is there no
sequel at the heels of this motherís admiration?
ROSENCRANTZ.
She desires to speak with you in her closet
ere you go to
bed.
HAMLET.
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother.
Have you any
further trade with us?
ROSENCRANTZ.
My lord, you once did love me.
HAMLET.
And so I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper?
You do
surely bar the door upon your own liberty
if you deny your griefs to
your friend.
HAMLET.
Sir, I lack advancement.
ROSENCRANTZ.
How can that be, when you have the voice of
the King
himself for your succession in Denmark?
HAMLET.
Ay, sir, but while the grass growsóthe proverb
is something
musty.
Re-enter the Players with recorders.
O, the recorders.
Let me see one.óTo withdraw with you, why
do you go
about to recover the wind of me, as if you
would drive me into a toil?
GUILDENSTERN.
O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love
is too
unmannerly.
HAMLET.
I do not well understand that.
Will you play upon this pipe?
GUILDENSTERN.
My lord, I cannot.
HAMLET.
I pray you.
GUILDENSTERN.
Believe me, I cannot.
HAMLET.
I do beseech you.
GUILDENSTERN.
I know no touch of it, my lord.
HAMLET.
íTis 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.
GUILDENSTERN.
But these cannot I command to any utterance
of harmony.
I
have not the skill.
HAMLET.
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you
make of me!
You
would play upon me; you would seem to know
my stops; you would pluck
out the heart of my mystery; you would sound
me from my lowest note to
the top of my compass; and there is much music,
excellent voice, in
this little organ, yet cannot you make it
speak.
íSblood, 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
upon me.
Enter Polonius.
God bless you, sir.
POLONIUS.
My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and
presently.
HAMLET.
Do you see yonder cloud thatís almost in
shape of a camel?
POLONIUS.
By the mass, and ítis like a camel indeed.
HAMLET.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
POLONIUS.
It is backed like a weasel.
HAMLET.
Or like a whale.
POLONIUS.
Very like a whale.
HAMLET.
Then will I come to my mother by and by.óThey
fool me to the
top of my bent.óI will come by and by.
POLONIUS.
I will say so.
[_Exit._]
HAMLET.
By and by is easily said.
Leave me, friends.
[_Exeunt all but Hamlet._]
íTis 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._]
SCENE III.
A room in the Castle.
Enter King, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
KING.
I 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.
GUILDENSTERN.
We will ourselves provide.
Most holy and religious fear
it is To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed upon your
Majesty.
ROSENCRANTZ.
The single and peculiar life is bound With
all the
strength and armour of the mind, To keep itself
from ínoyance; but much
more That spirit upon whose weal depend and
rest The lives of many.
The
cease of majesty Dies not alone; but like
a gulf doth draw Whatís near
it with it.
It is a massy wheel Fixíd on the summit of
the highest
mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser
things Are mortisíd and
adjoiníd; which when it falls, Each small
annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boistírous ruin.
Never alone Did the King sigh, but with a
general groan.
KING.
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
For we will fetters
put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed.
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
We will haste us.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._]
Enter Polonius.
POLONIUS.
My lord, heís going to his motherís closet.
Behind the arras
Iíll convey myself To hear the process.
Iíll warrant sheíll tax him
home, And as you said, and wisely was it said,
íTis meet that some more
audience than a mother, Since nature makes
them partial, should
oíerhear The speech of vantage.
Fare you well, my liege, Iíll call upon
you ere you go to bed, And tell you what I
know.
KING.
Thanks, dear my lord.
[_Exit Polonius._]
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest
curse uponít,ó A brotherís 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 brotherís 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 whatís in prayer but this twofold force,
To
be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardoníd
being down?
Then Iíll
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
possessíd Of those effects for which I did
the murder,ó My crown, mine
own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardoníd and retain thíoffence?
In the corrupted currents of this world Offenceís
gilded hand may shove
by justice, And oft ítis seen the wicked
prize itself Buys out the law.
But ítis not so above; There is no shuffling,
there the action lies In
his true nature, and we ourselves compellíd
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 engagíd!
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.
HAMLET.
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.
And now Iíll doít.
And so he goes to heaven; And so am I revengíd.
That would be scanníd:
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,
íTis heavy with him.
And am
I then revengíd, To take him in the purging
of his soul, When he is fit
and seasoníd for his passage?
No.
Up, sword, and know thou a more
horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep; or in
his rage, Or in
thíincestuous pleasure of his bed, At gaming,
swearing; or about some
act That has no relish of salvation inít,
Then trip him, that his heels
may kick at heaven, And that his soul may
be as damníd and black As
hell, whereto it goes.
My mother stays.
This physic but prolongs thy
sickly days.
[_Exit._]
The King rises and advances.
KING.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts
never to heaven go.
[_Exit._]
SCENE IV.
Another room in the Castle.
Enter Queen and Polonius.
POLONIUS.
He 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
screeníd and stood between Much heat and
him.
Iíll silence me eíen
here.
Pray you be round with him.
HAMLET.
[_Within._] Mother, mother, mother.
QUEEN.
Iíll warrant you, Fear me not.
Withdraw, I hear him coming.
[_Polonius goes behind the arras._]
Enter Hamlet.
HAMLET.
Now, mother, whatís the matter?
QUEEN.
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
HAMLET.
Mother, you have my father much offended.
QUEEN.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
HAMLET.
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
QUEEN.
Why, how now, Hamlet?
HAMLET.
Whatís the matter now?
QUEEN.
Have you forgot me?
HAMLET.
No, by the rood, not so.
You are the Queen, your husbandís
brotherís wife, And, would it were not so.
You are my mother.
QUEEN.
Nay, then Iíll set those to you that can
speak.
HAMLET.
Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not
budge.
You go not
till I set you up a glass Where you may see
the inmost part of you.
QUEEN.
What wilt thou do?
Thou wilt not murder me?
Help, help, ho!
POLONIUS.
[_Behind._] What, ho! help, help, help!
HAMLET.
How now?
A rat?
[_Draws._] Dead for a ducat, dead!
[_Makes a pass through the arras._]
POLONIUS.
[_Behind._] O, I am slain!
[_Falls and dies._]
QUEEN.
O me, what hast thou done?
HAMLET.
Nay, I know not. is it the King?
[_Draws forth Polonius._]
QUEEN.
O what a rash and bloody deed is this!
HAMLET.
A bloody deed.
Almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king
and
marry with his brother.
QUEEN.
As kill a king?
HAMLET.
Ay, lady, ítwas my word.ó [_To Polonius._]
Thou wretched, rash,
intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better.
Take thy fortune,
Thou findíst to be too busy is some danger.ó
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
brazíd it so, That it is proof and bulwark
against sense.
QUEEN.
What have I done, that thou daríst wag thy
tongue In noise so
rude against me?
HAMLET.
Such 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 dicersí oaths.
O such a deed As from the body of contraction
plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes A
rhapsody of words.
Heavenís
face doth glow, Yea this solidity and compound
mass, With tristful
visage, as against the doom, Is thought-sick
at the act.
QUEEN.
Ay me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders
in the index?
HAMLET.
Look here upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit
presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow,
Hyperionís 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 mildewíd 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, itís humble, And waits upon
the judgment: and what
judgment Would step from this to this?
Sense sure you have, Else could
you not have motion; but sure that sense Is
apoplexíd, for madness
would not err Nor sense to ecstacy was neíer
so thrallíd But it
reservíd some quantity of choice To serve
in such a difference.
What
devil wasít That thus hath cozeníd 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
matronís bones, To flaming youth let virtue
be as wax, And melt in her
own fire.
Proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour
gives the
charge, Since frost itself as actively doth
burn, And reason panders
will.
QUEEN.
O Hamlet, speak no more.
Thou turníst mine eyes into my very
soul, And there I see such black and grained
spots As will not leave
their tinct.
HAMLET.
Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed
bed, Stewíd
in corruption, honeying and making love Over
the nasty sty.
QUEEN.
O speak to me no more; These words like daggers
enter in mine
ears; No more, sweet Hamlet.
HAMLET.
A murderer and a villain; A slave that is
not twentieth part
the tithe Of your precedent lord.
A vice of kings, A cutpurse of the
empire and the rule, That from a shelf the
precious diadem stole And
put it in his pocket!
QUEEN.
No more.
HAMLET.
A king of shreds and patches!ó
Enter Ghost.
Save me and hover oíer me with your wings,
You heavenly guards!
What
would your gracious figure?
QUEEN.
Alas, heís mad.
HAMLET.
Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That,
lapsíd in time
and passion, lets go by The important acting
of your dread command?
O
say!
GHOST.
Do 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.
HAMLET.
How is it with you, lady?
QUEEN.
Alas, how isít 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, Upon the heat and flame of thy
distemper Sprinkle cool
patience.
Whereon do you look?
HAMLET.
On him, on him!
Look you how pale he glares, His form and
cause
conjoiníd, preaching to stones, Would make
them capable.óDo not look
upon me, Lest with this piteous action you
convert My stern effects.
Then what I have to do Will want true colour;
tears perchance for
blood.
QUEEN.
To whom do you speak this?
HAMLET.
Do you see nothing there?
QUEEN.
Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
HAMLET.
Nor did you nothing hear?
QUEEN.
No, nothing but ourselves.
HAMLET.
Why, look you there! look how it steals away!
My father, in his
habit as he livíd!
Look where he goes even now out at the portal.
[_Exit Ghost._]
QUEEN.
This is the very coinage of your brain.
This bodiless creation
ecstasy Is very cunning in.
HAMLET.
Ecstasy!
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,
And
makes as healthful music.
It is not madness That I have utteríd.
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, Whilst rank
corruption, mining all
within, Infects unseen.
Confess yourself to heaven, Repent whatís
past,
avoid what is to come; And do not spread the
compost on the weeds, To
make them ranker.
Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness
of
these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must
pardon beg, Yea, curb and
woo for leave to do him good.
QUEEN.
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
HAMLET.
O throw away the worser part of it, And live
the purer with the
other half.
Good night.
But go not to mine uncleís 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 blesíd,
Iíll blessing beg of you.
For this same lord [_Pointing to Polonius._]
I do repent; but heaven hath pleasíd it so,
To punish me with this, and
this with me, That I must be their scourge
and minister.
I will bestow
him, and will answer well The death I gave
him.
So again, good night.
I
must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins,
and worse remains
behind.
One word more, good lady.
QUEEN.
What shall I do?
HAMLET.
Not 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 damníd fingers, Make you to ravel all
this matter out, That I
essentially am not in madness, But mad in
craft.
íTwere good you let
him know, For who thatís 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
houseís top, Let the birds fly, and like
the famous ape, To try
conclusions, in the basket creep And break
your own neck down.
QUEEN.
Be thou assuríd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life,
I have no life to breathe What thou hast said
to me.
HAMLET.
I must to England, you know that?
QUEEN.
Alack, I had forgot.
íTis so concluded on.
HAMLET.
Thereís letters sealíd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will
trust as I will adders fangíd,ó They bear
the mandate, they must sweep
my way And marshal me to knavery.
Let it work; For ítis the sport to
have the enginer Hoist with his own petard,
and ít shall go hard But I
will delve one yard below their mines And
blow them at the moon.
O,
ítis most sweet, When in one line two crafts
directly meet.
This man
shall set me packing.
Iíll 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 peating knave.
Come,
sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother.
[_Exit Hamlet dragging out Polonius._]
ACT IV
SCENE I.
A 
room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
KING.
Thereís matter in these sighs.
These profound heaves You must
translate.
ítis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
QUEEN.
Bestow this place on us a little while.
[_To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go
out._]
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight!
KING.
What, Gertrude?
How does Hamlet?
QUEEN.
Mad 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 ëA rat, a rat!í
And in this brainish
apprehension kills The unseen good old man.
KING.
O 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 answeríd?
It will be laid to us,
whose providence Should have kept short, restrainíd,
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?
QUEEN.
To draw apart the body he hath killíd, Oíer
whom his very
madness, like some ore Among a mineral of
metals base, Shows itself
pure.
He weeps for what is done.
KING.
O 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.óHo, Guildenstern!
Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Friends both, go join you with some further
aid: Hamlet in madness hath
Polonius slain, And from his motherís closet
hath he draggíd him.
Go
seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel.
I pray
you haste in this.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._]
Come, Gertrude, weíll call up our wisest
friends, And let them know
both what we mean to do And whatís untimely
done, so haply slander,
Whose whisper oíer the worldís diameter,
As level as the cannon to his
blank, Transports his poisoníd shot, may
miss our name, And hit the
woundless air.
O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE II.
Another room in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet.
HAMLET.
Safely stowed.
ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
[_Within._] Hamlet!
Lord Hamlet!
HAMLET.
What noise?
Who calls on Hamlet?
O, here they come.
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
ROSENCRANTZ.
What have you done, my lord, with the dead
body?
HAMLET.
Compounded it with dust, whereto ítis kin.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Tell us where ítis, that we may take it thence,
And bear
it to the chapel.
HAMLET.
Do not believe it.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Believe what?
HAMLET.
That I can keep your counsel, and not mine
own.
Besides, to be
demanded of a spongeówhat replication should
be made by the son of a
king?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
HAMLET.
Ay, sir; that soaks up the Kingís 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.
ROSENCRANTZ.
I understand you not, my lord.
HAMLET.
I am glad of it.
A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
ROSENCRANTZ.
My lord, you must tell us where the body is
and go with us
to the King.
HAMLET.
The body is with the King, but the King is
not with the body.
The King is a thingó
GUILDENSTERN.
A thing, my lord!
HAMLET.
Of nothing.
Bring me to him.
Hide fox, and all after.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE III.
Another room in the Castle.
Enter King, attended.
KING.
I 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:
Heís lovíd of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgment,
but their eyes; And where ítis so, thíoffenderís
scourge is weighíd,
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 relievíd, Or not
at all.
Enter Rosencrantz.
How now?
What hath befallín?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Where the dead body is bestowíd, my lord,
We cannot get
from him.
KING.
But where is he?
ROSENCRANTZ.
Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure.
KING.
Bring him before us.
ROSENCRANTZ.
Ho, Guildenstern!
Bring in my lord.
Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.
KING.
Now, Hamlet, whereís Polonius?
HAMLET.
At supper.
KING.
At supper?
Where?
HAMLET.
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten.
A certain convocation
of politic worms are eíen 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,ótwo dishes, but to one table.
Thatís the end.
KING.
Alas, alas!
HAMLET.
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat
of a king, and eat
of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
KING.
What dost thou mean by this?
HAMLET.
Nothing but to show you how a king may go
a progress through
the guts of a beggar.
KING.
Where is Polonius?
HAMLET.
In heaven.
Send thither to see.
If your messenger find him not
there, seek him ií thíother place yourself.
But indeed, if you find him
not within this month, you shall nose him
as you go up the stairs into
the lobby.
KING. [_To some Attendants._] Go seek him
there.
HAMLET.
He will stay till you come.
[_Exeunt Attendants._]
KING.
Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,ó
Which we do
tender, as we dearly grieve For that which
thou hast done,ómust send
thee hence With fiery quickness.
Therefore prepare thyself; The bark is
ready, and the wind at help, Thíassociates
tend, and everything is bent
For England.
HAMLET.
For England?
KING.
Ay, Hamlet.
HAMLET.
Good.
KING.
So is it, if thou knewíst our purposes.
HAMLET.
I see a cherub that sees them.
But, come; for England!
Farewell, dear mother.
KING.
Thy loving father, Hamlet.
HAMLET.
My mother.
Father and mother is man and wife; man and
wife is
one flesh; and so, my mother.
Come, for England.
[_Exit._]
KING.
Follow him at foot.
Tempt him with speed aboard; Delay it not;
Iíll have him hence tonight.
Away, for everything is sealíd and done
That else leans on thíaffair.
Pray you make haste.
[_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._]
And England, if my love thou holdíst at aught,ó
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,óthou 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 ítis done, Howeíer my haps, my joys
were neíer begun.
[_Exit._]
SCENE IV.
A plain in Denmark.
Enter Fortinbras and Forces marching.
FORTINBRAS.
Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
Tell him that
by his license, Fortinbras Craves the conveyance
of a promisíd 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.
CAPTAIN.
I will doít, my lord.
FORTINBRAS.
Go softly on.
[_Exeunt all but the Captain._]
Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern &c.
HAMLET.
Good sir, whose powers are these?
CAPTAIN.
They are of Norway, sir.
HAMLET.
How purposíd, sir, I pray you?
CAPTAIN.
Against some part of Poland.
HAMLET.
Who commands them, sir?
CAPTAIN.
The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
HAMLET.
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Or
for some frontier?
CAPTAIN.
Truly 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.
HAMLET.
Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
CAPTAIN.
Yes, it is already garrisoníd.
HAMLET.
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate
the question of this straw!
This is thíimposthume of much wealth and
peace, That inward breaks, and shows no cause
without Why the man dies.
I humbly thank you, sir.
CAPTAIN.
God bí wií you, sir.
[_Exit._]
ROSENCRANTZ.
Willít please you go, my lord?
HAMLET.
Iíll be with you straight.
Go a little before.
[_Exeunt all but Hamlet._]
How all occasions do inform against me, And
spur my dull revenge.
What
is a man If his chief good and market of his
time Be but to sleep and
feed?
A beast, no more.
Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not That
capability and godlike
reason To fust in us unusíd.
Now whether it be Bestial oblivion, or
some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely
on thíevent,ó A thought
which, quarteríd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts
coward,óI do not know Why yet I live to say
this thingís to do, Sith I
have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To doít.
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 puffíd,
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 honourís
at the stake.
How stand I
then, That have a father killíd, a mother
stainíd, 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._]
SCENE V. Elsinore.
A room in the Castle.
Enter Queen, Horatio and a Gentleman.
QUEEN.
I will not speak with her.
GENTLEMAN.
She is importunate, indeed distract.
Her mood will needs be
pitied.
QUEEN.
What would she have?
GENTLEMAN.
She speaks much of her father; says she hears
Thereís tricks
ií thí 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.
íTwere good she were spoken with, for she
may
strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding
minds.
QUEEN.
Let her come in.
[_Exit Gentleman._]
To my sick soul, as sinís 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.
OPHELIA.
Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
QUEEN.
How now, Ophelia?
OPHELIA.
[_Sings._] How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle bat and staff And his sandal
shoon.
QUEEN.
Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
OPHELIA.
Say you?
Nay, pray you mark.
[_Sings._] He is dead and gone,
lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass
green turf, At his heels
a stone.
QUEEN.
Nay, but Opheliaó
OPHELIA.
Pray you mark.
[_Sings._] White his shroud as the mountain
snow.
Enter King.
QUEEN.
Alas, look here, my lord!
OPHELIA.
[_Sings._] Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the
grave did go With true-love showers.
KING.
How do you, pretty lady?
OPHELIA.
Well, God dild you!
They say the owl was a bakerís daughter.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not what
we may be.
God be at your
table!
KING.
Conceit upon her father.
OPHELIA.
Pray you, letís have no words of this; but
when they ask you
what it means, say you this: [_Sings._] Tomorrow
is Saint Valentineís
day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid
at your window, To be your
Valentine.
Then up he rose and donníd his clothes, And
duppíd the chamber door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed
more.
KING.
Pretty Ophelia!
OPHELIA.
Indeed la, without an oath, Iíll make an
end onít. [_Sings._]
By Gis and by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie
for shame!
Young men will
doít if they come toít; By Cock, they are
to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me, You promisíd
me to wed.
So would I
haí done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not
come to my bed.
KING.
How long hath she been thus?
OPHELIA.
I hope all will be well.
We must be patient.
But I cannot
choose but weep, to think they would lay him
ií thí 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._]
KING.
Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray
you.
[_Exit Horatio._]
O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
All from her fatherís
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 and unwholesome in their thoughts
and whispers For good
Poloniusí death; and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter
him.
Poor Ophelia Divided from herself and her
fair judgment, Without
the which we are pictures or mere beasts.
Last, and as much containing
as all these, Her brother is in secret come
from France, Feeds on his
wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants
not buzzers to infect his
ear With pestilent speeches of his fatherís
death, Wherein necessity,
of matter beggaríd, 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._]
QUEEN.
Alack, what noise is this?
KING.
Where are my Switzers?
Let them guard the door.
Enter a Gentleman.
What is the matter?
GENTLEMAN.
Save yourself, my lord.
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a
riotous head, Oíerbears 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 ëChoose we!
Laertes
shall be king!í Caps, hands, and tongues
applaud it to the clouds,
ëLaertes shall be king, Laertes king.í
QUEEN.
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.
O, this is counter,
you false Danish dogs.
[_A noise within._]
KING.
The doors are broke.
Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.
LAERTES.
Where is this king?óSirs, stand you all without.
Danes.
No, letís come in.
LAERTES.
I pray you, give me leave.
DANES.
We will, we will.
[_They retire without the door._]
LAERTES.
I thank you.
Keep the door.
O thou vile king, Give me my
father.
QUEEN.
Calmly, good Laertes.
LAERTES.
That drop of blood thatís calm proclaims
me bastard; Cries
cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Even
here between the chaste
unsmirched brow Of my true mother.
KING.
What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion
looks so
giant-like?ó Let him go, Gertrude.
Do not fear our person.
Thereís such
divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can
but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.óTell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus
incensíd.óLet him go, Gertrude:ó Speak,
man.
LAERTES.
Where is my father?
KING.
Dead.
QUEEN.
But not by him.
KING.
Let him demand his fill.
LAERTES.
How came he dead?
Iíll 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 Iíll be
revengíd Most throughly for my father.
KING.
Who shall stay you?
LAERTES.
My will, not all the world.
And for my means, Iíll husband
them so well, They shall go far with little.
KING.
Good Laertes, If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear
fatherís death, isít writ in your revenge
That, sweepstake, you will
draw both friend and foe, Winner and loser?
LAERTES.
None but his enemies.
KING.
Will you know them then?
LAERTES.
To his good friends thus wide Iíll ope my
arms; And, like the
kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with
my blood.
KING.
Why, now you speak Like a good child and a
true gentleman.
That I
am guiltless of your fatherís death, And
am most sensibly in grief for
it, It shall as level to your judgment ípear
As day does to your eye.
DANES.
[_Within._] Let her come in.
LAERTES.
How now!
What noise is that?
Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with
straws and flowers.
O heat, dry up my brains.
Tears seven times salt, Burn out the sense
and virtue of mine eye.
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam.
O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister,
sweet Ophelia!
O heavens, isít possible a young maidís
wits Should be
as mortal as an old manís life?
Nature is fine in love, and where ítis
fine, It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it
loves.
OPHELIA.
[_Sings._] They bore him barefacíd on the
bier, Hey no nonny,
nonny, hey nonny And on his grave rainíd
many a tear.ó Fare you well,
my dove!
LAERTES.
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not
move thus.
OPHELIA.
You must sing ëDown a-down, and you call
him a-down-a.í O, how
the wheel becomes it!
It is the false steward that stole his masterís
daughter.
LAERTES.
This nothingís more than matter.
OPHELIA.
Thereís rosemary, thatís for remembrance;
pray love, remember.
And there is pansies, thatís for thoughts.
LAERTES.
A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance
fitted.
OPHELIA.
Thereís fennel for you, and columbines.
Thereís rue for you;
and hereís some for me.
We may call it herb of grace oí Sundays.
O you
must wear your rue with a difference.
Thereís a daisy.
I would give you
some violets, but they witheríd all when
my father died.
They say he
made a good end.
[_Sings._] For bonny sweet Robin is all my
joy.
LAERTES.
Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself
She turns to
favour and to prettiness.
OPHELIA.
[_Sings._] And will he not come again?
And will he not come
again?
No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death-bed, 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 haí mercy on his soul.
And of all Christian souls, I pray God.
God bí wií ye.
[_Exit._]
LAERTES.
Do you see this, O God?
KING.
Laertes, 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 ítwixt you and me.
If by direct or by collateral
hand They find us touchíd, 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.
LAERTES.
Let this be so; His means of death, his obscure
burial,ó No
trophy, sword, nor hatchment oíer his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal
ostentation,ó Cry to be heard, as ítwere
from heaven to earth, That I
must callít in question.
KING.
So you shall.
And where thíoffence is let the great axe
fall.
I
pray you go with me.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE VI.
Another room in the Castle.
Enter Horatio and a Servant.
HORATIO.
What are they that would speak with me?
SERVANT.
Sailors, sir.
They say they have letters for you.
HORATIO.
Let them come in.
[_Exit Servant._]
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not
from Lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailors.
FIRST SAILOR.
God bless you, sir.
HORATIO.
Let him bless thee too.
FIRST SAILOR.
He shall, sir, andít please him.
Thereís a letter for
you, sir.
It comes from thíambassador that was bound
for England; if
your name be Horatio, as I am let to know
it is.
HORATIO.
[_Reads._] ëHoratio, 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.í
Come, I will give you way for these your letters,
And doít the
speedier, that you may direct me To him from
whom you brought them.
[_Exeunt._]
SCENE VII.
Another room in the Castle.
Enter King and Laertes.
KING.
Now 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
Pursuíd my life.
LAERTES.
It 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 stirríd
up.
KING.
O, for two special reasons, Which may to you,
perhaps, seem much
unsinewíd, But yet to me they are strong.
The Queen his mother Lives
almost by his looks; and for myself,ó My
virtue or my plague, be it
either which,ó Sheís 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 timberíd for so
loud a wind, Would have reverted to my bow
again, And not where I had
aimíd them.
LAERTES.
And so have I a noble father lost, A sister
driven into
desperate terms, Whose worth, if praises may
go back again, Stood
challenger on mount of all the age For her
perfections.
But my revenge
will come.
KING.
Break 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 lovíd your
father, and we love ourself, And that, I hope,
will teach you to
imagineó
Enter a Messenger.
How now?
What news?
MESSENGER.
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet.
This to your Majesty; this to
the Queen.
KING.
From Hamlet!
Who brought them?
MESSENGER.
Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not.
They were given
me by Claudio.
He receivíd them Of him that brought them.
KING.
Laertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us.
[_Exit Messenger._]
[_Reads._] ëHigh 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.í
What should this mean?
Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse,
and no such thing?
LAERTES.
Know you the hand?
KING. íTis Hamletís character.
íNaked!í And in a postscript here he
says ëalone.í Can you advise me?
LAERTES.
I 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, ëThus
diest thou.í
KING.
If it be so, Laertes,ó As how should it be
so?
How otherwise?ó
Will you be rulíd by me?
LAERTES.
Ay, my lord; So you will not oíerrule me
to a peace.
KING.
To thine own peace.
If he be now returníd, As checking at his
voyage, and that he means No more to undertake
it, I will work him To
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.
LAERTES.
My lord, I will be rulíd; The rather if you
could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
KING.
It falls right.
You have been talkíd of since your travel
much,
And that in Hamletís 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.
LAERTES.
What part is that, my lord?
KING.
A 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,ó
Iíve seen myself, and
servíd against, the French, And they can
well on horseback, but this
gallant Had witchcraft inít.
He grew unto his seat, And to such
wondrous doing brought his horse, As had he
been incorpsíd and
demi-naturíd With the brave beast.
So far he toppíd my thought That I
in forgery of shapes and tricks, Come short
of what he did.
LAERTES.
A Norman wasít?
KING.
A Norman.
LAERTES.
Upon my life, Lamond.
KING.
The very same.
LAERTES.
I know him well.
He is the brooch indeed And gem of all the
nation.
KING.
He 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 ítwould be
a sight indeed If one could
match you.
The scrimers of their nation He swore had
neither motion,
guard, nor eye, If you opposíd 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 oíer to play with him.
Now, out of this,ó
LAERTES.
What out of this, my lord?
KING.
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the
painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart?
LAERTES.
Why ask you this?
KING.
Not 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
ëwouldí changes, And hath abatements and
delays as many As there are
tongues, are hands, are accidents; And then
this ëshouldí is like a
spendthrift sigh That hurts by easing.
But to the quick oí thíulcer:
Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake
To show yourself your
fatherís son in deed, More than in words?
LAERTES.
To cut his throat ií thí church.
KING.
No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have
no bounds.
But good Laertes, Will you do this, keep close
within your
chamber.
Hamlet returníd shall know you are come home:
Weíll 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.
LAERTES.
I will doít.
And for that purpose Iíll 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 scratchíd withal.
Iíll touch my point With this contagion,
that if I gall him slightly, It may be death.
KING.
Letís 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.
íTwere better not assayíd.
Therefore this project Should have a back
or second, that might hold If
this did blast in proof.
Soft, let me see.
Weíll make a solemn wager on
your cunnings,ó I haít!
When in your motion you are hot and dry, As
make your bouts more violent to that end,
And that he calls for drink,
Iíll have preparíd him A chalice for the
nonce; whereon but sipping, If
he by chance escape your venomíd stuck, Our
purpose may hold there.
Enter Queen.
How now, sweet Queen?
QUEEN.
One woe doth tread upon anotherís heel, So
fast they follow.
Your sisterís drowníd, Laertes.
LAERTES.
Drowníd!
O, where?
QUEEN.
There 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 menís fingers
call them.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambíring 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, Pullíd
the poor wretch from her
melodious lay To muddy death.
LAERTES.
Alas, then she is drowníd?
QUEEN.
Drowníd, drowníd.
LAERTES.
Too 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._]
KING.
Letís follow, Gertrude; How much I had to
do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again;
Therefore letís follow.
[_Exeunt._]
ACT V
SCENE I.
A churchyard.
Enter two Clowns with spades, &c.
FIRST CLOWN.
Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when
she wilfully
seeks her own salvation?
SECOND CLOWN.
I tell thee she is, and therefore make her
grave
straight.
The crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
Christian burial.
FIRST CLOWN.
How can that be, unless she drowned herself
in her own
defence?
SECOND CLOWN.
Why, ítis found so.
FIRST CLOWN.
It 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 CLOWN.
Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,ó
FIRST CLOWN.
Give 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,ómark 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 CLOWN.
But is this law?
FIRST CLOWN.
Ay, marry, isít, crownerís quest law.
SECOND CLOWN.
Will you haí the truth onít?
If this had not been a
gentlewoman, she should have been buried out
oí Christian burial.
FIRST CLOWN.
Why, there thou sayíst.
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
Adamís profession.
SECOND CLOWN.
Was he a gentleman?
FIRST CLOWN.
He was the first that ever bore arms.
SECOND CLOWN.
Why, he had none.
FIRST CLOWN.
What, art a heathen?
How dost thou understand the
Scripture?
The Scripture says Adam diggíd.
Could he dig without arms?
Iíll put another question to thee.
If thou answerest me not to the
purpose, confess thyselfó
SECOND CLOWN.
Go to.
FIRST CLOWN.
What is he that builds stronger than either
the mason, the
shipwright, or the carpenter?
SECOND CLOWN.
The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives
a thousand
tenants.
FIRST CLOWN.
I 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.
Toít again, come.
SECOND CLOWN.
Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright,
or a
carpenter?
FIRST CLOWN.
Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
SECOND CLOWN.
Marry, now I can tell.
FIRST CLOWN.
Toít.
SECOND CLOWN.
Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance.
FIRST CLOWN.
Cudgel 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 ëa grave-makerí.
The houses he makes last till doomsday.
Go,
get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[_Exit Second Clown._]
[_Digs and sings._]
In 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.
HAMLET.
Has this fellow no feeling of his business,
that he sings at
grave-making?
HORATIO.
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
HAMLET.
íTis eíen so; the hand of little employment
hath the daintier
sense.
FIRST CLOWN.
[_Sings._] But age with his stealing steps
Hath clawíd me
in his clutch, And hath shippíd me into the
land, As if I had never
been such.
[_Throws up a skull._]
HAMLET.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing
once.
How the
knave jowls it to thí ground, as if ítwere
Cainís jawbone, that did the
first murder!
This might be the pate of a politician which
this ass now
oíer-offices, one that would circumvent God,
might it not?
HORATIO.
It might, my lord.
HAMLET.
Or of a courtier, which could say ëGood morrow,
sweet lord!
How
dost thou, good lord?í This might be my lord
such-a-one, that praised
my lord such-a-oneís horse when he meant
to beg it, might it not?
HORATIO.
Ay, my lord.
HAMLET.
Why, eíen so: and now my Lady Wormís; chapless,
and knocked
about the mazard with a sextonís spade.
Hereís fine revolution, an we
had the trick to seeít.
Did these bones cost no more the breeding
but
to play at loggets with íem?
Mine ache to think onít.
FIRST CLOWN.
[_Sings._] A 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._]
HAMLET.
Thereís 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 inís 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?
HORATIO.
Not a jot more, my lord.
HAMLET.
Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?
HORATIO.
Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.
HAMLET.
They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance
in that.
I
will speak to this fellow.óWhose graveís
this, sir?
FIRST CLOWN.
Mine, sir.
[_Sings._] O, a pit of clay for to be made
For
such a guest is meet.
HAMLET.
I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest
inít.
FIRST CLOWN.
You lie out onít, sir, and therefore ítis
not yours.
For
my part, I do not lie inít, yet it is mine.
HAMLET.
Thou dost lie inít, to be inít and say it
is thine.
íTis for
the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou
liest.
FIRST CLOWN.
íTis a quick lie, sir; ít will away again
from me to you.
HAMLET.
What man dost thou dig it for?
FIRST CLOWN.
For no man, sir.
HAMLET.
What woman then?
FIRST CLOWN.
For none neither.
HAMLET.
Who is to be buried inít?
FIRST CLOWN.
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul,
sheís dead.
HAMLET.
How 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.óHow
long hast thou been a grave-maker?
FIRST CLOWN.
Of all the days ií thí year, I came toít
that day that our
last King Hamlet oíercame Fortinbras.
HAMLET.
How long is that since?
FIRST CLOWN.
Cannot you tell that?
Every fool can tell that.
It was the
very day that young Hamlet was born,óhe that
is mad, and sent into
England.
HAMLET.
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
FIRST CLOWN.
Why, because he was mad; he shall recover
his wits there;
or if he do not, itís no great matter there.
HAMLET.
Why?
FIRST CLOWN.
íTwill not be seen in him there; there the
men are as mad
as he.
HAMLET.
How came he mad?
FIRST CLOWN.
Very strangely, they say.
HAMLET.
How strangely?
FIRST CLOWN.
Faith, eíen with losing his wits.
HAMLET.
Upon what ground?
FIRST CLOWN.
Why, here in Denmark.
I have been sexton here, man and
boy, thirty years.
HAMLET.
How long will a man lie ií thíearth ere
he rot?
FIRST CLOWN.
Faith, if he be not rotten before he die,óas
we have many
pocky corses nowadays that will scarce hold
the laying in,óhe will last
you some eight year or nine year.
A tanner will last you nine year.
HAMLET.
Why he more than another?
FIRST CLOWN.
Why, sir, his hide is so tanníd with his
trade that he
will keep out water a great while.
And your water is a sore decayer of
your whoreson dead body.
Hereís a skull now; this skull hath lain
in
the earth three-and-twenty years.
HAMLET.
Whose was it?
FIRST CLOWN.
A whoreson, mad fellowís it was.
Whose do you think it
was?
HAMLET.
Nay, I know not.
FIRST CLOWN.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue!
A pouríd a flagon of
Rhenish on my head once.
This same skull, sir, was Yorickís skull,
the
Kingís jester.
HAMLET.
This?
FIRST CLOWN.
Eíen that.
HAMLET.
Let 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 kissíd 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 ladyís chamber, and tell
her, let her paint an inch
thick, to this favour she must come.
Make her laugh at that.óPrythee,
Horatio, tell me one thing.
HORATIO.
Whatís that, my lord?
HAMLET.
Dost thou think Alexander looked oí this
fashion ií thíearth?
HORATIO.
Eíen so.
HAMLET.
And smelt so?
Pah!
[_Throws down the skull._]
HORATIO.
Eíen so, my lord.
HAMLET.
To 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.
íTwere to consider too curiously to consider
so.
HAMLET.
No, 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 turníd 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 tíexpel
the winterís flaw.
But
soft! but soft! aside!
Here comes the King.
Enter priests, &c, in procession; the corpse
of Ophelia, Laertes and
Mourners 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.
íTwas of some estate.
Couch we awhile and mark.
[_Retiring with Horatio._]
LAERTES.
What ceremony else?
HAMLET.
That is Laertes, a very noble youth.
Mark.
LAERTES.
What ceremony else?
PRIEST.
Her obsequies have been as far enlargíd As
we have warranties.
Her death was doubtful; And but that great
command oíersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodgíd
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.
LAERTES.
Must there no more be done?
PRIEST.
No 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.
LAERTES.
Lay her ií thíearth, And from her fair and
unpolluted flesh
May violets spring.
I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministíring
angel
shall my sister be When thou liest howling.
HAMLET.
What, the fair Ophelia?
QUEEN.
[_Scattering flowers._] Sweets to the sweet.
Farewell.
I hopíd
thou shouldst have been my Hamletís wife;
I thought thy bride-bed to
have deckíd, sweet maid, And not have strewíd
thy grave.
LAERTES.
O, treble woe Fall ten times treble on that
cursed head Whose
wicked deed thy most ingenious sense Deprivíd
thee of.
Hold off the
earth a while, Till I have caught her once
more in mine arms.
[_Leaps
into the grave._] Now pile your dust upon
the quick and dead, Till of
this flat a mountain you have made, To oíertop
old Pelion or the skyish
head Of blue Olympus.
HAMLET.
[_Advancing._] What is he whose grief Bears
such an emphasis?
whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandíring
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!
HAMLET.
Thou prayíst not well.
I prythee 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!
KING.
Pluck them asunder.
QUEEN.
Hamlet!
Hamlet!
All.
Gentlemen!
HORATIO.
Good my lord, be quiet.
[_The Attendants part them, and they come
out of the grave._]
HAMLET.
Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
Until my eyelids
will no longer wag.
QUEEN.
O my son, what theme?
HAMLET.
I lovíd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all
their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
What wilt thou do for her?
KING.
O, he is mad, Laertes.
QUEEN.
For love of God forbear him!
HAMLET.
íSwounds, show me what thouílt do: Woulít
weep?
woulít fight?
woulít fast?
woulít tear thyself?
Woulít drink up eisel?
eat a
crocodile?
Iíll doít.
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 thouílt mouth, Iíll rant as well
as thou.
QUEEN.
This 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
disclosíd, His silence will sit drooping.
HAMLET.
Hear you, sir; What is the reason that you
use me thus?
I lovíd
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._]
KING.
I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[_Exit Horatio._]
[_To Laertes_] Strengthen your patience in
our last nightís speech;
Weíll put the matter to the present push.ó
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._]
SCENE II.
A hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
HAMLET.
So much for this, sir.
Now let me see the other; You do
remember all the circumstance?
HORATIO.
Remember it, my lord!
HAMLET.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not
let me sleep.
Methought I lay Worse than the mutinies in
the bilboes.
Rashly, And praisíd be rashness for it,ólet
us know, Our indiscretion
sometime serves us well, When our deep plots
do pall; and that should
teach us Thereís a divinity that shapes our
ends, Rough-hew them how we
will.
HORATIO.
That is most certain.
HAMLET.
Up from my cabin, My sea-gown scarfíd about
me, in the dark
Gropíd I to find out them; had my desire,
Fingeríd their packet, and in
fine, withdrew To mine own room again, making
so bold, My fears
forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand
commission; where I found,
Horatio, Oh royal knavery! an exact command,
Larded with many several
sorts of reasons, Importing Denmarkís health,
and Englandís too, With
ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, That
on the supervise, no leisure
bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the
axe, My head should be
struck off.
HORATIO.
Isít possible?
HAMLET.
Hereís the commission, read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou
hear me how I did proceed?
HORATIO.
I beseech you.
HAMLET.
Being thus benetted round with villanies,ó
Or I could make a
prologue to my brains, They had begun the
play,óI sat me down, Devisíd
a new commission, wrote it fair: I once did
hold it, as our statists
do, A baseness to write fair, and labouríd
much How to forget that
learning; but, sir, now It did me yeomanís
service.
Wilt thou know The
effect of what I wrote?
HORATIO.
Ay, good my lord.
HAMLET.
An earnest conjuration from the King, As England
was his
faithful tributary, As love between them like
the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland
wear And stand a comma ítween
their amities, And many such-like ëasíes
of great charge, That on the
view and know of these contents, Without debatement
further, more or
less, He should the bearers put to sudden
death, Not shriving-time
allowíd.
HORATIO.
How was this sealíd?
HAMLET.
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
I had my fatherís signet
in my purse, Which was the model of that Danish
seal: Folded the writ
up in the form of the other, Subscribíd it:
gaveít thíimpression;
placíd it safely, The changeling never known.
Now, the next day Was our
sea-fight, and what to this was sequent Thou
knowíst already.
HORATIO.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go toít.
HAMLET.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
They are not
near my conscience; their defeat Does by their
own insinuation grow.
íTis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell
incensed points Of mighty opposites.
HORATIO.
Why, what a king is this!
HAMLET.
Does it not, thinksít thee, stand me now
upon,ó He that hath
killíd my king, and whoríd my mother, Poppíd
in between thíelection and
my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my proper
life, And with such
cozenageóisít not perfect conscience To
quit him with this arm?
And
isít not to be damníd To let this canker
of our nature come In further
evil?
HORATIO.
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue
of the business there.
HAMLET.
It will be short.
The interim is mine; And a manís lifeís
no
more than to say ëOneí.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to
Laertes I forgot myself; For by the image
of my cause I see The
portraiture of his.
Iíll court his favours.
But sure the bravery of his
grief did put me Into a towíring passion.
HORATIO.
Peace, who comes here?
Enter Osric.
OSRIC.
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
HAMLET.
I humbly thank you, sir.
Dost know this waterfly?
HORATIO.
No, my good lord.
HAMLET.
Thy state is the more gracious; for ítis
a vice to know him.
He
hath much land, and fertile; let a beast be
lord of beasts, and his
crib shall stand at the kingís mess; ítis
a chough; but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.
OSRIC.
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure,
I should impart a
thing to you from his Majesty.
HAMLET.
I will receive it with all diligence of spirit.
Put your bonnet
to his right use; ítis for the head.
OSRIC.
I thank your lordship, ítis very hot.
HAMLET.
No, believe me, ítis very cold, the wind
is northerly.
OSRIC.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
HAMLET.
Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my
complexion.
OSRIC.
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,óas
ítwereóI cannot tell
how.
But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify
to you that he has laid
a great wager on your head.
Sir, this is the matter,ó
HAMLET.
I beseech you, remember,ó
[_Hamlet moves him to put on his hat._]
OSRIC.
Nay, in good faith; for mine ease, in good
faith.
Sir, here is
newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an
absolute gentleman, full of
most excellent differences, of very soft society
and great showing.
Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the
card or calendar of
gentry; for you shall find in him the continent
of what part a
gentleman would see.
HAMLET.
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in
you, though I know,
to divide him inventorially would dizzy thíarithmetic
of memory, and
yet but yaw neither, in respect of his quick
sail.
But, in the verity
of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great
article and his infusion
of such dearth and rareness as, to make true
diction of him, his
semblable is his mirror and who else would
trace him his umbrage,
nothing more.
OSRIC.
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
HAMLET.
The concernancy, sir?
Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more
rawer breath?
OSRIC.
Sir?
HORATIO.
Isít not possible to understand in another
tongue?
You will
doít, sir, really.
HAMLET.
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
OSRIC.
Of Laertes?
HORATIO.
His purse is empty already, allís golden
words are spent.
HAMLET.
Of him, sir.
OSRIC.
I know you are not ignorant,ó
HAMLET.
I would you did, sir; yet in faith if you
did, it would not
much approve me.
Well, sir?
OSRIC.
You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes
is,ó
HAMLET.
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare
with him in
excellence; but to know a man well were to
know himself.
OSRIC.
I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation
laid on him,
by them in his meed heís unfellowed.
HAMLET.
Whatís his weapon?
OSRIC.
Rapier and dagger.
HAMLET.
Thatís two of his weapons.
But well.
OSRIC.
The King, sir, hath wageríd with him six
Barbary horses, against
the which he has imponed, as I take it, six
French rapiers and
poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers,
and so.
Three of the
carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy,
very responsive to the
hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very
liberal conceit.
HAMLET.
What call you the carriages?
HORATIO.
I knew you must be edified by the margin ere
you had done.
OSRIC.
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
HAMLET.
The phrase would be more german to the matter
if we could carry
cannon by our sides.
I would it might be hangers till then.
But on.
Six
Barbary horses against six French swords,
their assigns, and three
liberal conceited carriages: thatís the French
bet against the Danish.
Why is this all imponed, as you call it?
OSRIC.
The King, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes
between you and
him, he shall not exceed you three hits.
He hath laid on twelve for
nine.
And it would come to immediate trial if your
lordship would
vouchsafe the answer.
HAMLET.
How if I answer no?
OSRIC.
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person
in trial.
HAMLET.
Sir, I will walk here in the hall.
If it please his Majesty, it
is the breathing time of day with me.
Let the foils be brought, the
gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose,
I will win for him if
I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my
shame and the odd hits.
OSRIC.
Shall I re-deliver you eíen so?
HAMLET.
To this effect, sir; after what flourish your
nature will.
OSRIC.
I commend my duty to your lordship.
HAMLET.
Yours, yours.
[_Exit Osric._]
He does well to commend it himself, there
are no tongues else forís
turn.
HORATIO.
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his
head.
HAMLET.
He did comply with his dug before he suckíd
it.
Thus has
he,óand many more of the same bevy that I
know the drossy age dotes
on,ó only got the tune of the time and outward
habit of encounter; a
kind of yeasty collection, which carries them
through and through the
most fanned and winnowed opinions; and do
but blow them to their trial,
the bubbles are out,
Enter a Lord.
LORD.
My lord, his Majesty commended him to you
by young Osric, who
brings back to him that you attend him in
the hall.
He sends to know if
your pleasure hold to play with Laertes or
that you will take longer
time.
HAMLET.
I am constant to my purposes, they follow
the Kingís pleasure.
If his fitness speaks, mine is ready.
Now or whensoever, provided I be
so able as now.
LORD.
The King and Queen and all are coming down.
HAMLET.
In happy time.
LORD.
The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment
to Laertes
before you fall to play.
HAMLET.
She well instructs me.
[_Exit Lord._]
HORATIO.
You will lose this wager, my lord.
HAMLET.
I do not think so.
Since he went into France, I have been in
continual practice.
I shall win at the odds.
But thou wouldst not think
how ill allís here about my heart: but it
is no matter.
HORATIO.
Nay, good my lord.
HAMLET.
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of
gain-giving as
would perhaps trouble a woman.
HORATIO.
If your mind dislike anything, obey it.
I will forestall their
repair hither, and say you are not fit.
HAMLET.
Not a whit, we defy augury.
Thereís a special providence in the
fall of a sparrow.
If it be now, ítis not to come; if it be
not to
come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet
it will come.
The readiness
is all.
Since no man has aught of what he leaves,
what isít to leave
betimes?
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osric and
Attendants with foils &c.
KING.
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from
me.
[_The King puts Laertesís hand into Hamletís._]
HAMLET.
Give me your pardon, sir.
I have done you wrong; But pardonít
as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows, and you must needs have
heard, How I am punishíd with sore distraction.
What I have done That
might your nature, honour, and exception Roughly
awake, I here proclaim
was madness.
Wasít Hamlet wrongíd Laertes?
Never Hamlet.
If Hamlet from
himself be taíen away, And when heís not
himself does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who does it, then?
His
madness.
Ifít be so, Hamlet is of the faction that
is wrongíd; His
madness is poor Hamletís enemy.
Sir, in this audience, Let my
disclaiming from a purposíd evil Free me
so far in your most generous
thoughts That I have shot my arrow oíer the
house And hurt my brother.
LAERTES.
I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive in
this case should
stir me most To my revenge.
But in my terms of honour I stand aloof,
and will no reconcilement Till by some elder
masters of known honour I
have a voice and precedent of peace To keep
my name ungoríd.
But till
that time I do receive your offeríd love
like love, And will not wrong
it.
HAMLET.
I embrace it freely, And will this brotherís
wager frankly
play.ó Give us the foils; come on.
LAERTES.
Come, one for me.
HAMLET.
Iíll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Your skill shall
like a star ií thí darkest night, Stick
fiery off indeed.
LAERTES.
You mock me, sir.
HAMLET.
No, by this hand.
KING.
Give them the foils, young Osric.
Cousin Hamlet, You know the
wager?
HAMLET.
Very well, my lord.
Your Grace has laid the odds oí the weaker
side.
KING.
I do not fear it.
I have seen you both; But since he is betteríd,
we have therefore odds.
LAERTES.
This is too heavy.
Let me see another.
HAMLET.
This likes me well.
These foils have all a length?
[_They prepare to play._]
OSRIC.
Ay, my good lord.
KING.
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the
first or second hit, Or quit in answer of
the third exchange, Let all
the battlements their ordnance fire; The King
shall drink to Hamletís
better breath, And in the cup an union shall
he throw Richer than that
which four successive kings In Denmarkís
crown have worn.
Give me the
cups; And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the
cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens,
the heavens to earth,
ëNow the King drinks to Hamlet.í Come, begin.
And you, the judges, bear
a wary eye.
HAMLET.
Come on, sir.
LAERTES.
Come, my lord.
[_They play._]
HAMLET.
One.
LAERTES.
No.
HAMLET.
Judgment.
OSRIC.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
LAERTES.
Well; again.
KING.
Stay, give me drink.
Hamlet, this pearl is thine; Hereís to thy
health.
[_Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within._]
Give him the cup.
HAMLET.
Iíll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
[_They play._]
Come.
Another hit; what say you?
LAERTES.
A touch, a touch, I do confess.
KING.
Our son shall win.
QUEEN.
Heís fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub
thy brows.
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
HAMLET.
Good madam.
KING. Gertrude, do not drink.
QUEEN.
I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.
KING. [_Aside._] It is the poisoníd cup;
it is too late.
HAMLET.
I dare not drink yet, madam.
By and by.
QUEEN.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
LAERTES.
My lord, Iíll hit him now.
KING.
I do not thinkít.
LAERTES.
[_Aside._] And yet ítis almost ígainst my
conscience.
HAMLET.
Come for the third, Laertes.
You do but dally.
I pray you pass
with your best violence.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
LAERTES.
Say you so?
Come on.
[_They play._]
OSRIC.
Nothing neither way.
LAERTES.
Have at you now.
[_Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling,
they change rapiers, and
Hamlet wounds Laertes._]
KING.
Part them; they are incensíd.
HAMLET.
Nay, come again!
[_The Queen falls._]
OSRIC.
Look to the Queen there, ho!
HORATIO.
They bleed on both sides.
How is it, my lord?
OSRIC.
How isít, Laertes?
LAERTES.
Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric.
I am justly
killíd with mine own treachery.
HAMLET.
How does the Queen?
KING.
She swoons to see them bleed.
QUEEN.
No, no, the drink, the drink!
O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the
drink!
I am poisoníd.
[_Dies._]
HAMLET.
O villany!
Ho!
Let the door be lockíd: Treachery!
Seek it out.
[_Laertes falls._]
LAERTES.
It is here, Hamlet.
Hamlet, thou art slain.
No medicine in the
world can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour of life;
The
treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated
and envenomíd.
The foul
practice Hath turníd itself on me.
Lo, here I lie, Never to rise again.
Thy motherís poisoníd.
I can no more.
The King, the Kingís to blame.
HAMLET.
The point envenomíd too!
Then, venom, to thy work.
[_Stabs the King._]
OSRIC and LORDS.
Treason! treason!
KING.
O yet defend me, friends.
I am but hurt.
HAMLET.
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this
potion.
Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
[_King dies._]
LAERTES.
He is justly servíd.
It is a poison temperíd by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my fatherís death
come not upon thee, Nor thine on me.
[_Dies._]
HAMLET.
Heaven make thee free of it!
I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio.
Wretched Queen, adieu.
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
Had I but time,óas this
fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest,óO,
I could tell you,ó
But let it be.
Horatio, I am dead, Thou livíst; report me
and my cause
aright To the unsatisfied.
HORATIO.
Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Hereís yet some liquor left.
HAMLET.
As thíart a man, Give me the cup.
Let go; by Heaven, Iíll
haveít.
O good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things
standing thus
unknown, shall live behind me.
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this
harsh world draw thy
breath in pain, To tell my story.
[_March afar off, and shot within._]
What warlike noise is this?
OSRIC.
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from
Poland, To the
ambassadors of England gives This warlike
volley.
HAMLET.
O, I die, Horatio.
The potent poison quite oíer-crows my
spirit: I cannot live to hear the news from
England, But I do prophesy
thíelection lights On Fortinbras.
He has my dying voice.
So tell him,
with the occurrents more and less, Which have
solicited.
The rest is
silence.
[_Dies._]
HORATIO.
Now cracks a noble heart.
Good night, sweet prince, And
flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Why does the drum come hither?
[_March within._]
Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors
and others.
FORTINBRAS.
Where is this sight?
HORATIO.
What is it you would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease
your search.
FORTINBRAS.
This quarry cries on havoc.
O proud death, What feast is
toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so
many princes at a shot So
bloodily hast struck?
FIRST AMBASSADOR.
The sight is dismal; And our affairs from
England
come too late.
The ears are senseless that should give us
hearing, To
tell him his commandment is fulfillíd, That
Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?
HORATIO.
Not from his mouth, Had it thíability of
life to thank you.
He
never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this
bloody question, You from the Polack wars,
and you from England Are
here arrivíd, give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to
the view, And let me speak to thí yet unknowing
world How these things
came about.
So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody and unnatural
acts, Of
accidental judgments, casual slaughters, Of
deaths put on by cunning
and forcíd cause, And, in this upshot, purposes
mistook Fallín on the
inventorsí heads.
All this can I Truly deliver.
FORTINBRAS.
Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest
to the
audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
I have some rights
of memory in this kingdom, Which now to claim
my vantage doth invite
me.
HORATIO.
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth
whose voice will draw on more.
But let this same be presently
performíd, Even while menís minds are wild,
lest more mischance On
plots and errors happen.
FORTINBRAS.
Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier
to the stage,
For he was likely, had he been put on, To
have províd most royally; and
for his passage, The soldiersí music and
the rites of war Speak loudly
for him.
Take up the bodies.
Such a sight as this Becomes the field,
but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
[_A dead march._]
[_Exeunt, bearing off the bodies, after which
a peal of ordnance is
shot off._]
End of Hamlet, by William Shakespeare
