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Had made his course to illuine that part of heaven That hath a stomach in't: which is no other
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
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
Comes arıned through our watch: so like the king Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, and That was, and is, the question of these wars. wonder.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. Ber. It would be spoke to.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, Mar.
Speak to it, Horatio. A little ere the mightiest Július fell,
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
Upon whose infinence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost lo doonisday with eclipse.
See ! it stalks away. And even the like precarse of fierce events,
[Exit Ghost. And prologue to the omen coming on, Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
look pale :
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me :
Is it not like the king ? If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me :
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, hour,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
(Cock crows Hor. In what particular thought to work, 1 Speak of it :-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcelknow not ;
'Tis here ! Why this same strict and most observant watch Mar. 'Tis gone!
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
That can I ; The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
This present object made probation.
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Did slay this Fortinbras ; who, by a seal'd com. Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long: Well ratified by law and heraldry,
And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad ; Did forfeit with his life, all those his lands, The nights are wholesoine : then no planets strikc, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Against the which a moiety competent
So ballow'd and so gracious is the time. Was gaged by our king: which had return'd Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the
same comart, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: And carriage of the article design'd,
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to hím: Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, For food and diet, to some enterprise
As needfal in our loves, fitting our duty ?
If it be,
Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning By laboursome petition; and, at last, know
Upon his will I seul'd my hard consent : Where we shall find him most convenient. i do beseech you, give him leave to go.
(Exeunt. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be SCENE II.
And thy best graces spend it at thy will. The same. A Room of State in the same. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius,
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour
off, To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole king. And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark, dom
Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust :
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, Holding a weak supposal of our worth ;. For they are actions that a man might play; Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, But I have that within, which passeth show; Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, These, but the trappings and the suits of wo. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
nature, Hamlet, Importing the surrender of those lands
To give these mourning duties to your father : Lost by his father, with all bands of law, But you must know your father lost a father; To our most valiant brother.--So much for him. Thal father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. In filial obligation for some term Thus much the business is : We have here writ To do obsequious sorrow.
But to perserver
In obstinate condolement is a course
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven;
Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, To business with the king, more than the scope A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, or these related articles allow.
To reason most absurd; whose common theme Farewell; and let your haste commend your Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, duty.
From the first corse, till he that died to-day, Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth our duty.
This unprevailing wo; and ihink of us
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. You are the most immediate to our throne:
It is most retrograde to our desire :
My dread lord, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Your leave and favour to return to France ; Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madai Froin whence though willingly I came to 'Den- King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; mark,
Be as ourself in Denmark.--Madam, come; To show my duty in your coronation ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof My thoughts and wishes bend again toward No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, France,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. And the king's rouse the heaven shall hruit again, King. Have you your father's leave 1 What Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away says Polonins
[Ereunt King, Queen, Lords, fc. Polo Pol He hath, my lord, wrung from me my Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would inel,
nius, and Laertes slow leave
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew !
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
For God's love, let me hear. How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden In the dead waste and middle of the night, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in Been thus encounter'd. A figare like your nature,
Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pe, (father, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Appears before them, and, with solemn march, But two months dead !--nay, not so much, not Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, disHyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
tillid That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Visit her face too roughly: Heaven and earth! Stand donub, and speak not to him. This to mo Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, In dreadtul secrecy impart they did ; As if increase of appetite had grown
And I win thein, ihe third night kept the watch; By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is Form of the thing, each word made true and woman!
good, A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, The apparation comes ; I knew your father ; With which she follow'd my poor father's body, These hands are not more like. Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she, - Ham.
But where was this? O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of rea- Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we son,
watch'd. Would have mourn'd longer,--married with my Ham. Did you not speak to it? uncle,
My lord, I did : My father's brother ; but no more like my father, But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Than I o Hercules: Within a month ;
11 listed up its head, and did address Ere yet the salt of most unrighteons tears Itselt' to motion, like as it would speak; Lad left the flushing in her galled eyes,
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; She married :-( most wicked speed, to post And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! And vanish'd from our sight. It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
'Tis very strange. But break,my heart : for I inust hold my tongue ! Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty, Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.
To let you know of it. Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Нат. .
I am glad to see you well; Hold you the watch to-night? Horatio, or 1 do forget iny self.
We do, my lord. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Ham. Arm'd, say you ?
Arm'd, my lord. Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that Ham.
From top to toe ? name with you.
All. My lord, from head to foot. dad what make you from Wittenberg, Ho-Ham.
Then saw you not ratio ?
His face. Marcellus?
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Mar. My good lord,
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, Hor.
A countenance more sir.
In sorrow than in anger.
Pale, or red?
And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, Hor. Most coustantly; To make it truster of your own report
I would, I had been there. against yourself: I know you are no truant. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. But what is your affair in Elsinore ?
Very like, We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Very like: Stay'd it long? Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's Hor. While one with moderate haste might funeral.
tell a hundred. Ham. I pray thec, do not mock me, fellow Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. student ;
Hor. Not when I saw it. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Ham.
His beard was grizzl'd ? no 3 Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio I the funeral bak'd A sable silver'd. meats
I will watch to-night; Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Perchance, 'twill walk again. Would, I had met my dearest foe in heaven Hor.
I warrant, it will Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, My father ,-Methinks, I see my father. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,' Hor.
Where, And hid me hold my peace. pray you all, My lord ?
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Let it be tenable in your silence still; Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Ham. He was a mun, take him for all in all, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I shall not look upon his like again.
I will requite your loves : So, fare you well : Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, Ham. Saw! who?
I'll visit you. Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Our duty to your honour. Ham.
The king my father? Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. Hor. Season your admiration for a while
Exeunt Hor. Mar. and Ber.
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment I doubt some foul play : 'would, the night were of each new hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Bo come!
ware Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, of entrance to a quarrel: bat, being in, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's Bear it that the opposer may teware of thee. eyes.
[Exit. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice :
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg. SCENE III. A Room in Polonius' House,
ment. Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: And, sister, as the winds give benefit,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man : And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
And they in France, of the best rank and station, But let me hear from you.
Are most select and generous, chief in that Oph.
Do you doubt that ? Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: Laer. For Hamlet, and the trilling of his favour, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. A violet in the youth of primy nature,
This above all, -To thine ownself be true; Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
And it must follow, as the night the day, The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
Thou canst not then be false to any man. No more.
Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee! Oph. No more but so?
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my Laer.
Think it no more:
lord. For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
Pol. The time invites you; go, your servants In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
tend. The inward service of the mind and soul
Laer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remember well Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;
What I have said to you. And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch Oph.
'Tis in my memory lock'd, The virtue of his will : but you must fear, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. His greatness weigh'd, bis will is not his own; Laer. Farewell.
Érit Laertes For he himself is subject to his birth:
Pol. What is ', Ophelia, he hath said to you! He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Oph. So please you, something touching the Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
Jord Hamlet. The safety and health of the whole state; Pol. Marry, well bethought: And therefore must his choice be circumscribed 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Unto the voice and yielding of that body, Given private time to you; and you yonrself Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he loves Have of your audience been most free and bodoyon,
teous : It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
If it be so (as so 'tis put on me, As he in his particular act and place
And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, May give his saying deed; which is no further, You do not understand yourself so clearly, Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. As it behoves my daughter, and your hononr: Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, What is between you give
me up the truth. If with too credent ear you list his songs;
Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open
tenders To his unmaster'd importunity.
Of his affection to me. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister ;
Pol. Affection ? puh! you speak like a green And keep you in the rear of your aftection,
girl, Out of the shot and danger of desire.
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them ? If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :
think. The canker golls the infants of the spring, Pol Marry, I'll teach you : think yourself a Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
baby; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Contagious blastments are most imminent. Which are not sterling. Tender yourself mors Be wary then : best safety lies in fear;
dearly ; Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool.
speech, my lord, Lear.
O fear me not. With almost all the holy vows of heaven. I stay too long ;-But here my father comes. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do
know, Enter Polonius.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul A double blessing is a double grace ;
Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Giving more light than heat, -extinct in both, Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for Even in their promise, as it is a making,
Yon must not take for fire. From this time, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence; And your are staid for : There,-my blessing with Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
yon; (Laying his Hand'on Laertes' Head. Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet And these few precepts in thy memory
Believe so much in him, That he is young ; Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no And with a larger tether may he walk, tongue,
Than may be given you : In few, Ophelia, Nor any unproportion's thought his act. Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers, Be thou familiar, bnt by no means vulgar. Not of that dye which their investments show, The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, But mere implorators of unholy snits, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; Breathing like sanctified and pious boads,
The better to beguile. This is for all,
Hor. It beckons you to go away with it,
No, by no means.
Ham. It will not speak ; then I will follow it.
Why, what should be the rear 1
I do not set my life at a pin's fee ;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
That beetles o'er his base into [A Flourish of Trumpethinand Ordnance And there assume some other borrible forma What does this mean, my lord ?
of reason, Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes And draw you into madness ? think of it:
The very place puts toys of desperation, Keeps wassel,' and the swaggering up-spring That looks so may fathorns to the sea,
Without more motive, into every brain, reels;
And hears it roar beneath. And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
Ham. The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
It waves me stil... The triumph of his pledge.
Go on, I'll follow thee. Hor.
Is it a custom ?
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Ham. Ham. Ay, marry, is 't
Hold off your hands.
Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go. But to my mind, -though I am native here,
Ham. And to the manner born,-it is a custom
My fate cries out, More honour'd in the breach than the observance. As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
And makes each petty artery in this body
[Ghost beckons. They clepe us, drunkards, and, with swinish Still am I call’d;—unhand me, gentlemen :phrase
[Breaking from them Soil our addition; and, indeed it takes
By heaven, I'li inake a ghost of him that lets From our achievements, though perform'd at
I say, away :-Go on, I'll follow thee. The pith and marrow of our attribute.
[Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet, So, oft it chances in particular men,
Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination.
Mar. Let's follow ; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,
Hor. Have after :-To what issue will this
come? Since nature cannot choose his origin) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Den
mark oit breaking down the pales and forts of reason ; Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens
Hor. Heaven will direct it.
Mar. The form of plausive manners ;-that these
Nay, let's follow him. (Ereunt. mnen,
A more remote Part of the Platform. Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,
Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet. As infinite as man may undergo,)
Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me ? speak, I'll Shall in the general censure take corruption
go no further. From that particular fault: The dram of base Ghost. Mark me. Doth all the noble substance often doubt
I will. To his own scaudal.
My hour is almost come, Enter Ghost.
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Alas, poor ghost ! Ham. Angels and ministers of grace, defend Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing us
To what I shall unfold. Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Ham
Speak, I am bound to hear. Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hell,
hear. Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit
: King, father, royal Dane : 0, answer me: And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Let me not burat in ignorance ! but tell,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Why thy canoniz'd bones, bearsed in death, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre, To tell the secrets of my prison house, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young To cast thee up again! What may this mean,
blood; That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
spheres ; Making night hideous; and we fools of nature, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, ) horribly to shake our disposition,
And each particular hair to stand on end, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : Say,why is this ? wherefore? what should we do? But this eternal blazon must not be