King. What do you call the play? Ham. The mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name, his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.— Enter Lucianus. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. wit's diseased: But, sir, such answer as I can Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my make, you shall command; or, rather, as you ay, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter; My mother, you say, [my edge.Ros. Then thus she says: Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, murderer; leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come; -The croaking raven Doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; [Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. Ham. He poisons him i' the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian: You shall see unon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises. Ham. What! frighted with false fire! Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give ine some light-away! [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. Ham. Why let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play: For some must watch, while some must sleep; Thus 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? Hor. Half a share. Ham. A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, Of Jove himself; and now reigns here A very, very-peacock. Hor. You might have rhymed. Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord. Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,- For if the king like not the comedy, Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!-but is there no sequel at the heela of this mother's admiration 7 impart. Ros, She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade wth us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do surely but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefa to your friend. Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark ? Ham. Ay, sir, but While the grass grows,the proverb is something musty. Enter the Players, with Recorders. O, the recorders-let me see one.-To with draw with you.-Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil ? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give à breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent musick. Look you, these are the stops. Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Ham. 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 musick, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, 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. Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? by. They fool me to the top of my bent. 1 will Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens come by and by. To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, Pol. I will say so. [Exit Polonius. Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, friends. [Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor. Sc. 'Tis 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 But to confront the visage of offence; der! Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my Of those effects for which I did the murder, mother, I your commission will forthwith despatch, 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 lunes. Guil. 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, Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, With all the strength and armour of the mind, To keep itself from 'noyance; 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 What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the bighest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boist'rous 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, We will haste us. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil. Enter Polonius. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet; Behind the arras I'll convey myself, To hear the process; I'll warrant she'll tax him home; And as you said, and wisely was it said, My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; [Retires and kneels. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; And now I'll do't; and so he goes to heaven : Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. May; And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? But in our circumstance and course of thought, [Erit. The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Tis meet, that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'er-Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. hear [Exit Polonius. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, A brother's 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, [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Room in the same. Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. 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 screen'd and stood between Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. 'Pray you, be round with him. Queen. I'll warrant you; Fear me not-withdraw, I hear him coming. [Polonius rides himself. No, by the rood, not so: You are a queen, your husband's brother's wife ; And, 'would it were not so !-you are my mo ther. Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down: you shall not budge; You go not, tili I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; Queen. What wilt thou do thou wilt not shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, murder me? Help, help, ho! Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help! Dead, for a ducat, dead. Is it the king? Nay, I know not: [Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth Polonius. As kill a king, and marry with his brother. If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, O Hamlet, speak no more: Nay, but to live These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears: A murderer, and a villain; Ay, lady, 'twas my word.-A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! down, Such an act, That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Queen. Ham. No more. Enter Ghost. A king Of shreds and patches:- Queen. Alas, he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command O, say f 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. Ham. How is it with you, lady! Queen. Alas, how is't 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 hair, like life in excrements, Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale Would make them capable.-Do not look upon | Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape,. To try conclusions, in the basket creep, And break your own neck down. Lest, with this piteous action, you convert Queen. To whom do you speak this? My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Ham. Ecstasy 1 Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Ham. I must to England; you know that? I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd,- And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, ness, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room: [Exeunt severally; Ham, dragging in Pol. ACT IV. SCENE 1. The same. To make them ranker. Forgive me this my Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guilden virtue : Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence: the next more easy: And when you are desirous to be bless'd, Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.- What shall I do ? mouse; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, stern. King. There's matter in these sighs; these profound heaves: You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them : Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.[To Ros. and Guil. who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to night! King. What, Gertrude ? How does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit, O heavy deed! haunt, This mad young man: but, so much was our We would not understand what was most fit; Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. King. At supper? Where? Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten name, And hit the woundless air.-O, come away! [Exeunt. SCENE IL Another Room in the same. Enter Hamlet. Ham.Safely stowed,-[Ros. &c. within. Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!] But soft!-what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come. Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! -what replication should be made by the son of a king? Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end. He keeps them, like an ape doth nuts, 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. Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thingGuil. A thing, my lord? Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. and all after. Hide fox, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Room in the same. 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: He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and fat ourselves for maggots; Your fat king, and your lean beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. King. Alas, alas! Ham. 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? Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius ? Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him the other 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. Go seek him there. [To some Attendants Ham. He will stay till you come. [Exeunt Attendants King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety, Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve King. Ham. For England? Good Ay, Hamlet. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; for England!-Farewell, dear mother. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England. [Erii. King. Follow him at foot: tempt him with speed aboard: Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night; The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; |