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Hor, within. Lord Hamlet,
To ears of flesh and blood.--List, list, O list! But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee ?
Ay, thuu poor ghost, while memory holds a seat Ham. O heaven!
In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural Yea, from the table of my memory murder.
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, Han. Murder.
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; That youth and observation copied there; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. And thy commandment all alone shall live Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings Within the book and volume of my brain, as swift
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven. As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
O most pernicious woman! May sweep to my revenge.
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! Ghost
1 find thee apt ; My tables,-meet it is, I set it down, And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark: Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet,
Writing hear :
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
Hor. (Within. ] My lord, my lord,—
Heaved secure him! Now wears his crown.
So be it! Ham. O, my prophetick soul! my uncle ! Mar. [Within.) Illo, ho, ho, my lord ! Ghost. Ay, ihat incestuous, that adulterate Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come
beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous
Enter Horatio and Marcellus. gifts,
Mar. How is 't, my poble lord ? (0 wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power Hor.
What news, my lord ? So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust
Ham. O wonderful ! The will of my most seeming virtuous queen: Hor.
Good my lord, tell it. 0, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
No; Froin me, whose love was of that dignity, You will reveal it. That it went hand in hand even with the vow Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven. I made to her in marriage; and to decline Mar.
Nor I, my lord. Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor Ham. How say you then; would heart of thaa To those of mine!
once think it ? But virtue, as it never will be mov'd,
But you'll be secret, Though lew doess court it in a shape of heaven; Hor. Mar.
Ay, by heaven, my lord. So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in al Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
Denmark, And prey on garbage.
But he's an arrant knave. But soft 1 methinks, i scent the morning air; Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come Brief let me be :-Sleeping within mine orchard,
from the grave, My custom always of the afternoon,
To tell us this. Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
Ham. Why, right; you are in the right; With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And so, without more circumstance at all, And in the porches of mine ears did pour I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: The leperous distilment: whose effect
You, as your business, and desire, shall point Holds such au enmity with blood of man,
you ; That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through For every man hath business, and desire, The natural gates and alleys of the body; Such as it is,-and, for my own poor part, And with a sudden vigour, it doth posset Look you, I will go pray. And curd, like eager droppings into milk, Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, The thin' and wholesome blood : so did it mine ;
Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
yes, Most lazar-like with vile and loathsome crust, Faith, heartily. All my sinooth body.
no offence, my lord. Thus was 1, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatch'd; Horatio, Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, And much offence too. Touching this vision Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanelid;
here, No reckoning made, but sent to my account It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you: With all my imperfections on my head : For your desire to know what is between as, 0, horrible! O, horrible ! most horrible! O'ermaster it as you may. And now, good If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
friends, Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, A couch for luxury and damned incest. Give me one poor request. But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
What is t, my lord! Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive We will. Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, Ham. Never make kpown whəc you have seen And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
to-night To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not. The glow worm shows the matin to be near, Ham.
Nay, but swear 't. And 'gins to pale his ineflectual fire;
Io faith Adieu, adiea, adieu ! remember me. [Erit. My lord, not I. Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What Mar.
Nor I, my lord, in faith. else?
Ham. Upon my sword. And shall I couple hell '1-O fie :-Hold, hold Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already. my heart !
Ham. Indeerd, "pon niy sword, indeed. And you, my sinews, grow not instant old Ghost. Beneath. I Swcar
Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so ? art thou And, in part, him ;-Do you mark this, Rey.
Pol. And, in part, him ;-but, you may say,
not well : Hor.
Propose the oath, my lord. But if 't be he I mean, he's very wild; Ham. Never to speak of this that you have Addicted so and so ;-and there put on him seen,
What forgeries you please ; marry, none so rank
As may dishonour him ; take heed of that;
But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, Ham. Hic et ubique! then we'll shift our As are companions noted and most known ground
To youth and liberty.
As, gaining, my lord. And lay your hands again upon my sword : Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quar. Swear by my sword,
-You may go so far.
That he is open to incontinency;
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind;
Of general assault.
But, my good lord,
Pol. Wherefore should you do this?
Ay, my lord,
Marry, sir, here's my drift;
And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant : That yon, at such tiines seeing me, never shall, You laying these slight sullies on my son, With arms encumber d thus, or this head-shake, As 'twere a thing a little soil'd is the working, Or by pronouncing ot some doubtful phrase, As, well, well, we knov ;-or, We could, an if Your party in converse, him you would sound, we would ;-or, If we list to speak ;-or, There Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes, be, an if they might;
The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur'd, Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
He closes with you in this consequence;
According to the phrase, or the addition,
Very good, my lord. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentle- Pol. And then, sir, does he this.He does men,
What was I about to say ?-By the mass, I was With all my love I do commend me to you: about to say something - Where did I leave? And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
Rey. At, closes in the consequence. May do, to express his love and friending to you, Pol. Ai, closes in the consequence, -Ay, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in toge marty; ther;
He closes with you thus :- I know the gentleAnd still your fingers on your lips, I pray,
man ; The time is out of joint, -0 cursed spite ! I saw him yesterday, or other day, That ever I was born to set it right!
Or then, or then; with such, or such'; and, as Nay, come, let's go together. (Exeunt.
you say, There was he gaming ; there o'ertook in his
There falling out at tennis: or, perchance,
(Videlicet, a brothel) or so forth.
See you now;
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlaces, and with assays of bias,
So, by my former lecture and advice,
Shall you my son: You have me, have you not ? Of his behaviour.
Rey. My lord, I have.
God be wi' you ; fare you well.
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourseif.
Well, my lord. What company, at what expense; and finding,
(Exit. By this encompassment and drift of question, That they do know my son, come you more
Enter Ophelia nearer
Pol. Farewell !-How now, Ophelia ? what's Than your particular demands will touch it:
the matter? Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge Oph. 9, my lord, my lord, I have been so afof him ;
frighted! As thus, -I know his father and his friends, Pol. With what, in the name of heaven 3
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
As fits a king's remembrance.
Both your majesties To speak of horrors,- he comes before me. Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Pol. Mad for thy love?
Pat your dread pleasures more into command Oph.
My lord, I do not know; Than to entreaty. But, truly, I do fear it.
Bat we both obey; Pol. What said he ?
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me To lay our service freely at your feet, hard;
To be commanded. Then goes he to the length of all his arra ; King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle GuilAnd, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
denstern: He falls to such perusal of my face,
Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Ro As he would draw it. Long stay'd
he 60 ;
sencrantz ; At last,-a little shaking of mine arm,
And I beseech you instantly to visit And thrice his head thus waving up and down,-My too much changed son.-Go, some of you, He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound, Aud bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
Guil. Heavens make our presence, and our And end his being : That done, he let's me go: practices, And, with his head over h's shoulder turn'd, Pleasant and helpful to him ! He seem'd to find his way without his eyes; Queen.
Ay, amen! For out o' doors he went without their help,
(Eseunt Ros. Guil. and some Attendants And, to the last, bended their light on me.
Enter Polonius. Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king
Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good This is the very ecstasy of love;
lord, Whose violent property foredoes itself, Are joyfully return'd. And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
King Thou still hast been the father of good As oft as any passion under heaven,
[liegen That does afflict our natures. I am sorry,
Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good What, have you given him any hard words of hold my duty, as I hold my soul, late?
Both to my God, and to my gracious king; Oph. No, my good lord ; but, as you did com- And I do think or else this brain of mine mand,
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure I did repel his letters, and denied
As it hath us'd to do) that I have found His access to nie.
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Pol.
That hath made him mad. King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. I am sorry, that with better heed and judgment, Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors; I had not quoted him: I fear'd, he did bui trifle, My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. And meant 'o wreck thee; but, beshrew my King, Thyself do grace to them, and bring jealousy!
[Esit. Polonins It seems, it is as proper to our age
He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions, The head and source of all your son's distemper. As it is common for the younger sort
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main ; To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king: His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage This must be known; which, being kept close,
Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cor might move
nelius. More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. Come.
[Exeunt King. Well, we shall surt him.-Welcome my
good friends! SCENE II. A Room in the Castle.
Say, Vollimand, what from our brother Norway? Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Vol. Most fair return of greetings and desires and Attendants.
Upon our first, he sent ont to suppress King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guil. His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd denstern!
To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack; Moreover that we much did long to see you, But, better look'd into, he truly found The need, we have to use you, did provoke It was against your highness: Whereat griev'd, Our hasty sending. Something have you heard That so his sickness, age, and impotence, Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it, Was falsely borne in hand, --sends ont arrests Since not the exterior nor the inward man On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys; Resembles that it was: What it should be, Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine, More than his father's death, that thus hath put Makes vow before his uncle, never more him
To give the assay of arms against your majexy So much from the understanding of himself, Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
Gives him three thousand crowns in anngal fee; That, --being of so young days brought up with And his commission, to employ those solliers,
So levied as before, against the Polack: And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and hu- With an entreaty, herein further shewa, mour,
(Gires a Paper. That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court That it might please you to give quiet pass Some little time: so by your companies Through your dominions for this enterprise ; To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather, On such regards of safety and allowance So much as from occasion you may glean;
As therein are set down. Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, King.
It likes as well: That, opend, lies within our remedy.
And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Queen: Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd Answer, and think upon this business. of you;
Mean time, we thank you for your well-tock And, sure I am, two men there are not living,
Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: When it prov'd otherwise ?
Not that I know.
(Pointing to his Held and Shoulder My liege, and madam, to expostulate
If circumstances lead me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were bid indeed
How may we try it further ?
Here in the lobby.
So he does, indeed.
Be you and I behind an arras then ;
More matter, with less art. Mark the encounter: if he love her not,
Let me be no assistant for a state,
But keep a farm, and carters.
We will try it.
Enter Hamlet, reading.
Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor wretch
comes reading. Thus it reinains, and the remainder thus.
Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away ; Perpend.
I'll board bin presently ;-0, give me leave.-I have a daughter ; have, while she is mine;
[Exeunt King, Queen and Attendants
Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, Pol. Good madamn, stay awhile; I will be is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. faithful.-
Pol. That's very true, my lord.
dog, being a god, kissing carrion,
-Have you Doubt truth to hea liar;
a daughter? But never doubt I love.
Pol. I have, my lord. dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I Ham. Let her not walk i' the enn : conception have not art to reckon my groans ; but that I is a blezsing, but as your daughter may conlore thee best, О most best, believe it.' Adieu. ceive--friend, look to'i.
Thine evermore, inost dear larly, whilst Pol: How sy you by that? [ Aside.] Still
this machine is to him, HAMLET. harping on my daughter ;-- yet he knew me not This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me : at first, he said, I was a fishimonger : He is far And more above, hath his solicitings,
gone, far gone : and, truly in my youth I sufferAs they fell out by tiine, by means, and place, ed much extremity for love ; very near this. I'll All given to mine ear.
speak to him again.-What do you read, my King.
But how hath she lord ?
Ham. Words, words, words!
What do you think of me? Pol. What is the matter, my lord ?
Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says When I had seen this hot love on the wing here, that old men have gray beards; that their (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging thick amBefore my daughter told me,) what might you, ber, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, plentiful lack of wit, together with must weak If I had play'd the desk, or table.book;
hams: All of which, sir, though I most power Or given my heart a winking, mute a domb: fully and potently believe, yet I hold it not O: Jook'd upon this love with idle sight; honesty to have it this set down; for yourself, What might you think ? no, I went round to sir, should be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you work,
could go backward. And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's Lori Hamlet is a prince out of thy star; method in it. [ Aside.] Will you walk out of This must not be: and then I precepts gave her, the air, my lord '? That she should lock herself from his resort,
Ham. Into my grave ? Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
Pol. Indeed, ibat is out o' the air. -How preg. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; nant sometines his replies are ! a happiness that And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,) often madness hits on, which reason and sanity fell into a sadness; then into a fast;
could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, meeting between him and my danghter.--My Into the madness wherein now he raves, honourable lord, I will most humbly take my And all we mourn for.
leave of you. King.
Do you think, 'tis this? Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any Queen. It may be, very likely.
thing that I will more willingly part withal; ex. Pol. Ilath there been such a time (I'd fain cept my life, except my life, except my life. know that.)
Pol. Fare you well, my lord. That I have positively said, 'Tis so,
Ham. Those tedious old fools!
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you ; (Aside] Pol. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet ; there Guil. My lord, we were sent for.
-if you love me, hold not off he is.
Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticiRos. God save you, sir! [To Polonius. Pation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy
(Exit Polonius. to the king and queen moult no feather. I have Guil. My honour'd lord !
of late (but, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my Roe. My most dear lord !
mirth, forgone all custom of exercises : and, inHam. My excellent good friends! How dost deed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that thou, Guildenstern ? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril lads, how do ye both ?
promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this Guil. Happy, in that we are not overhappy ; majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it On furtune's cap we are not the very button. appears no other thing to me, than a foul and Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe?
pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece Ros. Neither, my lord.
of work is a man! How noble in reason I bow Han. Then you live about her waist, or in the infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, hox middle of her favours?
express and admirable ! in action, how like aa Guil. 'Faith, her privates we.
angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the Ham. In the secret paths of fortune? O, most beauty of the world! the paragon of animals true; she is a strumpet. What news?
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dast? Ros. None, my lord; but that the world is man delights not me, no, nor woman neither; grown honest
though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. Ham. Then is doomsday near: But your news Ros. My lord, there is no such stuf in my is not true. Let me question more in particular : thoughts. What have you, my good friends, deserved at Ham. Why did you laugh then when I said, the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison Man delights not me? hither?
Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in Guil. Prison, my lord !
man, what lenten entertainment the players Ham. Dennark's a prison.
shall receive from you : we coted them on the Ros. Then is the world one.
way; and hither are they coming, to offer you Ham. A goodly one ; in which there are many service. confines, wards, and dungeons ; Denmark being Ham. He that plays the king, shall be wel. one of the worst.
come ; his majesty shall have tribute of me; the Ros. We think not so, my lord.
adventurous knight shall use biş foil, and target: Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you ; for there is the lover shall not sigh gratis ; the bumourous nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall it so : to me it is a prison.
make those laugh, whose lungs are tickled o' the Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one; sere ; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or 'tis too narrow for your mind.
the blank verse shall halt for 'l-What players Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nut are they? shell, and count myself a king of infinite space; Ros. Even those you were wont to take such were it not that I have bad dreams.
delight in, the tragedians of the city. Guil. Which dreams, indeed are ambition ; for Ham. How chances it, they travel ? their res. the very substance of the ambitious is merely the dence, both in reputation and profit, was better shadow of a dream.
both ways. Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.
Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and means of the late innovation. light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they
Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies; and our did when I was in the city ? Are they so fol monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggar's lowed ? shadows: Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, Ros. No, indeed, they are not. I cannot reason.
Ham. How comes it 1 Do they grow rasty? Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.
Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted Ham. No such matter: I will not sort you pace: But there is, sir, an aiery of children, with the rest of my servants; for, to speak to little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully and are most tyrannically clapped for 'i ; these attended. But, in the beaten way of friendship, are now the fashion; and so berattle the common what make you at Elsinore ?
stages, (so they call them,) that many, wearing Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. rapiers, are afraid of goose quills, and dare Him. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in scarce come thither. thanks; but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, Ham. What, are they children? who main my thanks are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you tains them ? how are they escoted ? Will they not sent for ? Is it your own inclining? Is it a pursue the quality, no longer than they can free visitation ? Come, come; deal justly with sing ? will they not say afterwards, if they should me; come, come; nay, speak.
grow themselves to common players, (as its Guil. What should we say, my lord ?
most like, if their means are no better) their Ham. Any thing-but to the purpose. You writers do them wrong, to make them exclain were sent for; and there is a kind of confession against their own succession ? in your looks, which your modesties have not Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both crat enough to colour: I know, the good king sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to tasty and ueen have sent for yon.
them on to controversy : there was, for a while, Tu what end, my lord ?
no money bid for argument, unless the poet and How That you must teach me. But let me the player went to cuffs in the question. con e you by the rights of our fellowship, by Ham. Is it possible ? the 20 souancy of our youth, by the obligation Guil. O, there has been much throwing about dow ever-preserved love, and by what more of brains. drar etter proposer could charge you withal,
Ham. Do the boys carry it away ? bo evow and direct with me, whether you were Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and Knt fou or no ?
his load too. Roe. What say you 3
Ham. It is not very strange : for my uncle
is (To Guildenstern. I King of Deamark, and those that would mata