—at each ear a hearer: that great baby, you see | speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your there, is hot yet out of his swaddling clouts. Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them; for, they say, an old man is twice a child. Ham. I will prophecy, he comes to tell me of the players; mark it. You say right, sir: o'Monday morning; 'twas then, indeed. Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you. Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. Pol. Upon my honour, Ham. Then came each actor on his ass,Pol. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragicalcomical-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. Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,'—what a treasure hadst thou Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord? Ham. Nay, that follows not. Pol. What follows then, my lord? Ham. 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 shew you more; for look, my abridgment comes. Enter four or five Players. You are welcome, masters; welcome, all:-I am 1 Play. What speech, my lord? Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once,— but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once: for the play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas caviare to the general: but it was (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an excellent play; well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said, there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite the author of affection: but called it, an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I chiefly loved: 'twas Æneas' tale to Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he memory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see ;— The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable arms, Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with good accent, and good discretion. 1 Play. Anon, he finds him But, as we often see, against some storm, Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, Pol. This is too long. Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard— Pr'ythee, say on:-He's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps:-say on. come to Hecuba. 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled Ham. The mobled queen? [queen. With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, ACT III] HAMLET. In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs, Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.- -Good, my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chronicles, of the time: After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live. 35 That he should weep for her? What would he do, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Pol. My lord, I will use them according to Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? their desert. Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: use every man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Pol. Come, sirs. [exit Polonius, with some of the Players. Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow. Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the murder of Gonzago? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. We'll have it to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in't; could you not? 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ham. Very well.-Follow that lord; and look you mock him not. [exit Player.] My good friends, [to Ros. and Guil.] I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good, my lord! [exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. A broken voice, and his whole function suiting What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i'the throat, Why, I should take it: for it cannot be, [exit. SCENE 1. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. ACT III. Queen. Did he receive you well? Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosen- King. And can you, by no drift of conference, Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; When we would bring him on to some confes sion Of his true state. Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply. Queen. Did you assay him To any pastime? Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players Pol. 'Tis most true. And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, Good gentlemen, give him a further edge. [exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. His father, and myself (lawful espials,) Will so bestow ourselves, that seeing, unseen, If't be the affliction of his love, or no, Queen. I shall obey you: And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish, [tues Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope, your vir- Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [exit Queen. We will bestow ourselves.-Read on this book; That show of such an exercise may colour King. O, 'tis too true! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience! - The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest? Ham. Are you fair. Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That, if you be honest and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. 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 some time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believed me: for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indiffer honest: but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. what should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? we are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:— Oph. At home, my lord. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry; be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery; farewell: or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a foc!; for wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them. nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. To a tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; which for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. pray you, avoid it. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him! Ham. 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 nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance: go to; I'll no more of't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live: the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [exit Hamlet. Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, The expectancy and rose of the fair state, [sword; The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstacy: O, woe is me! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Re-enter King and Polonius. King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; Thus set it down; he shall with speed to England, This something-settled matter in his heart; 1 Play. I warrant your honour. Now Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play,—and heard others praise, and that highly,-not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. 1 Play. I hope, we have reformed that indiffer ently with us. Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them, that will themselves laugh to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; 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? Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. [exit Polonius. Will you two help to hasten them? Enter Horatio. Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service. Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation cop'd withal. Hor. O, my dear lord.— Ham. 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 poo be flattered? Enter Hamlet, and certain Players. Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, temp- Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear! est, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice; you must acquire and beget a temperance, that And could of men distinguish her election, may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the She hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated-fellow' As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note: Hor. Well, my lord: If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing, And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft. Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be Get you a place. [idle; Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others. King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent, i'faith; of the camelion's 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. Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord,-you played once in the university, you say? [to Polonius. Pol. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. Ham. And what did you enact? Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was killed 'the Capitol; Brutus killed me. Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there.-Be the players ready? Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [to the King. Oph. No, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? Ham. That's a fair thought, to lie between Oph. What is, my lord? [maids' legs. Ham. Nothing. Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r-lady, he must build churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.' [trumpet sounds: the dumb show follows. 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, and pours poison in the King's ear, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with ker. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she seems lothe and unwilling awhile, but, in the end, accepts his love. [exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord? Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of the play. Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant! Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the play. Pro. For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently.' Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring' Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Enter a King and Queen. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phœbus' car' gone round Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen, About the world have times twelve thirties been. Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands. Unite commutual in most sacred bands. P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and Make us again count o'er, ere love be done! [moon But, woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from your former state, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: For women fear too much, even as they love; And women's fear and love hold quantity; In neither aught, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear Where little fear grows great,great love grows there. |