Hamlet, Prince of Denmark - Vol. II
William Shakespeare
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark - Vol. II
by William Shakespeare
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[Aside.] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you love me, hold
not off.
§lGuil.§0
My lord, we were sent for.
§lHam.§0
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your
discovery, and
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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
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earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the
air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical
roof fretted with golden fire,--why, it appears no other thing
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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,
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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.
§lRos.§0
My lord, there was
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no such stuff in my thoughts.
§lHam.§0
Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?
§lRos.§0
To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten
entertainment the players shall receive from you: we coted
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them
on the way; and hither are they coming to offer you service.
§lHam.§0
He that plays the king shall be welcome,--his majesty shall
have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
target; the lover
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shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall
end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
lungs are tickle o' the sere; and the lady shall say her mind
freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players
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are
they?
§lRos.§0
Even those you were wont to take such delight in,--the
tragedians of the city.
§lHam.§0
How chances it they travel? their residence, both in
reputation and
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profit, was better both ways.
§lRos.§0
I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late
innovation.
§lHam.§0
Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
city? Are they so followed?
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§lRos.§0
No, indeed, are they not.
§lHam.§0
How comes it? do they grow rusty?
§lRos.§0
Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but there is,
sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that cry
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out on the top
of question, and are most tyrannically clapped for't: these are
now the fashion; and so berattle the common stages,--so they call
them,--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills and
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dare scarce come thither.
§lHam.§0
What, are they children? who maintains 'em? How are they
escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can
sing? will they not say afterwards, if they should grow
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themselves to common players,--as it is most like, if their means
are no better,--their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim
against their own succession?
§lRos.§0
Faith, there has been much to do on both
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sides; and the nation
holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy: there was, for
awhile, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player
went to cuffs in the question.
§lHam.§0
Is't possible?
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§lGuil.§0
O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
§lHam.§0
Do the boys carry it away?
§lRos.§0
Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
§lHam.§0
It is not very
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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 a-piece for his picture in
little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural,
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if
philosophy could find it out.
[Flourish of trumpets within.]
§lGuil.§0
There are the players.
§lHam.§0
Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come: the
appurtenance of
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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
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uncle-father
and aunt-mother are deceived.
§lGuil.§0
In what, my dear lord?
§lHam.§0
I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I
know a hawk from a handsaw.
[Enter Polonius.]
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§lPol.§0
Well be with you, gentlemen!
§lHam.§0
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.
§lRos.§0
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Happily he's the second time come to them; for they say an old
man is twice a child.
§lHam.§0
I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players; mark it.--You
say right, sir: o' Monday morning; 'twas so indeed.
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§lPol.§0
My lord, I have news to tell you.
§lHam.§0
My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in
Rome,--
§lPol.§0
The actors are come hither, my lord.
§lHam.§0
Buzz, buzz!
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§lPol.§0
Upon my honour,--
§lHam.§0
Then came each actor on his ass,--
§lPol.§0
The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy,
history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
tragical-historical
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, 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.
§lHam.§0
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O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
§lPol.§0
What treasure had he, my lord?
§lHam.§0
Why--
'One fair daughter, and no more,
The which he loved passing well.'
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§lPol.§0
[Aside.] Still on my daughter.
§lHam.§0
Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
§lPol.§0
If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I
love passing well.
§lHam.§0
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Nay, that follows not.
§lPol.§0
What follows, then, my lord?
§lHam.§0
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;
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for look
where my abridgment 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
valanc'd since I
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saw thee last; comest thou to beard me in
Denmark?--What, my young lady and mistress! By'r 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
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not cracked within the ring.--Masters, you are
all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at
anything we see: we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a
taste of your quality: come, a passionate speech.
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I Play.
What speech, my lord?
§lHam.§0
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
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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
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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:
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'twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it
especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter: if it live in
your memory, begin at this line;--let me see, let me see:--
The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast,--
it is not so:-- it
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begins with Pyrrhus:--
'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 smear'd
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With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
To their vile
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murders: roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
So, proceed you.
§lPol.§0
'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with
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good accent and good
discretion.
I Play.
Anon he finds him,
Striking too short at Greeks: his antique sword,
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
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Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash
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Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
And, like a neutral to his will and
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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
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Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
A roused vengeance sets him new a-work;
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus'
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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,
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As low as to the fiends!
§lPol.§0
This is too long.
§lHam.§0
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
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to Hecuba.
I Play.
But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen,--
§lHam.§0
'The mobled queen'?
§lPol.§0
That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good.
I Play.
Run barefoot up and down, threatening
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the flames
With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;--
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
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'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd:
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
The instant burst
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of clamour that she made,--
Unless things mortal move them not at all,--
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
And passion in the gods.
§lPol.§0
Look, whether he has not turn'd his
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colour, and has tears in's
eyes.--Pray you, no more!
§lHam.§0
'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
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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.
§lPol.§0
My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
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§lHam.§0
Odd's 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
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them in.
§lPol.§0
Come, sirs.
§lHam.§0
Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.
[Exeunt Polonius with all the Players but the First.]
Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play 'The Murder of
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Gonzago'?
I Play.
Ay, my lord.
§lHam.§0
We'll ha't 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?
I Play.
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Ay, my lord.
§lHam.§0
Very well.--Follow that lord; and look you mock him not.
[Exit First Player.]
--My good friends [to Ros. and Guild.], I'll leave you till
night: you are welcome to Elsinore.
§lRos.§0
Good my lord!
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[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
§lHam.§0
Ay, so, God b' wi' 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
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soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wan'd;
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!
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For Hecuba?
What's 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
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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
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John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my
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beard and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this, ha?
'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd,
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and lack gall
To make oppression bitter; or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
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Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
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,
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A scullion!
Fie upon't! 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 proclaim'd their
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malefactions;
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ, I'll have these players
Play something like the murder of my father
Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick: if he but
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blench,
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil: and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,--
As he is very potent with such
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spirits,--
Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
More relative than this.--the play's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
[Exit.]
ACT III.
Scene I. A room in the Castle.
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[Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, and
Guildenstern.]
§lKing.§0
And can you, by no drift of circumstance,
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of
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quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
§lRos.§0
He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
§lGuil.§0
Nor do we find him forward to be
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sounded,
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
§lQueen.§0
Did he receive you well?
§lRos.§0
Most like a gentleman.
§lGuil.§0
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But with much forcing of his disposition.
§lRos.§0
Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
Most free in his reply.
§lQueen.§0
Did you assay him
To any pastime?
§lRos.§0
Madam, it so fell out that certain
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players
We o'er-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.
§lPol.§0
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'Tis most true;
And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
To hear and see the matter.
§lKing.§0
With all my heart; and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclin'd.--
Good gentlemen,
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give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
§lRos.§0
We shall, my lord.
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
§lKing.§0
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for Hamlet
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hither,
That he, as 'twere 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;
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And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
If't be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
§lQueen.§0
I shall obey you:--
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
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Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
§lOph.§0
Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit Queen.]
§lPol.§0
Ophelia, walk you here.--Gracious,
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so please you,
We will bestow ourselves.--[To Ophelia.] Read on this book;
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,--
'Tis too much prov'd,--that with devotion's visage
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And pious action we do sugar o'er
The Devil himself.
§lKing.§0
[Aside.] O, 'tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to
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the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word:
O heavy burden!
§lPol.§0
I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
[Exeunt King and Polonius.]
[Enter Hamlet.]
§lHam.§0
To be, or not to be,--that is the
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question:--
Whether 'tis 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 die,--to sleep,--
No more; and by a
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sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;--
To sleep! perchance to dream:--ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep
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of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's
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wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's 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
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fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,--
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,--puzzles the will,
And makes us
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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 o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises
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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 remember'd.
§lOph.§0
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Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
§lHam.§0
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
§lOph.§0
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to
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re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.
§lHam.§0
No, not I;
I never gave you aught.
§lOph.§0
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And with them words of so sweet
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breath compos'd
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.
§lHam.§0
Ha, ha! are you honest?
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§lOph.§0
My lord?
§lHam.§0
Are you fair?
§lOph.§0
What means your lordship?
§lHam.§0
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
discourse to your
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beauty.
§lOph.§0
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
§lHam.§0
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty
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can
translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox,
but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
§lOph.§0
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
§lHam.§0
You should not have believ'd me; for
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virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you
not.
§lOph.§0
I was the more deceived.
§lHam.§0
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder
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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
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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
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nunnery. Where's your
father?
§lOph.§0
At home, my lord.
§lHam.§0
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
§lOph.§0
O, help him, you
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sweet heavens!
§lHam.§0
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, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt
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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.
§lOph.§0
O heavenly powers, restore him!
§lHam.§0
I have heard of
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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 God's creatures, and make your
wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it
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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.]
§lOph.§0
O, what a noble mind
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is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword,
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observ'd of all observers,--quite, quite down!
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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
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Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
[Re-enter King and Polonius.]
§lKing.§0
Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
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Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
O'er 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
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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
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brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
§lPol.§0
It shall do well: but yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected
#pgx108
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:
#pgx109
let her be round with him;
And I'll be plac'd, 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.
§lKing.§0
It shall be so:
#pgx110
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
[Exeunt.]
Scene II. A hall in the Castle.
[Enter Hamlet and certain Players.]
§lHam.§0
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you,
#pgx111
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
#pgx112
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
#pgx113
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 o'erdoing
Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you avoid it.
I Player.
#pgx114
I warrant your honour.
§lHam.§0
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
#pgx115
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
'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own image,
scorn her own image, and the very age
#pgx116
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,
o'erweigh a whole
#pgx117
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,
#pgx118
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.
I Player.
I hope we have reform'd that
#pgx119
indifferently with us, sir.
§lHam.§0
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
#pgx120
barren
spectators to laugh too, though in the meantime some necessary
question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous
and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go
make you ready.
#pgx121
[Exeunt Players.]
[Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.]
How now, my lord! will the king hear this piece of work?
§lPol.§0
And the queen too, and that presently.
§lHam.§0
Bid the players make haste.
#pgx122
[Exit Polonius.]
Will you two help to hasten them?
Ros. and Guil.
We will, my lord.
[Exeunt Ros. and Guil.]
§lHam.§0
What, ho, Horatio!
[Enter Horatio.]
§lHor.§0
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
§lHam.§0
#pgx123
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
§lHor.§0
O, my dear lord,--
§lHam.§0
Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee,
#pgx124
That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits,
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may
#pgx125
follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers
#pgx126
nothing;
A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and bles'd are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
To sound what
#pgx127
stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--
There is a play to-night before
#pgx128
the king;
One scene of it comes near the circumstance,
Which I have told thee, of my father's death:
I pr'ythee, when thou see'st that act a-foot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul
Observe mine
#pgx129
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 Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;
#pgx130
And, after, we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.
§lHor.§0
Well, my lord:
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
§lHam.§0
They are coming to
#pgx131
the play. I must be idle:
Get you a place.
[Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia,
Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others.]
§lKing.§0
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
#pgx132
§lHam.§0
Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air,
promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
§lKing.§0
I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not
mine.
§lHam.§0
#pgx133
No, nor mine now. My lord, you play'd once i' the university, you
say? [To Polonius.]
§lPol.§0
That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.
§lHam.§0
What did you enact?
§lPol.§0
I did enact Julius Caesar; I was kill'd
#pgx134
i' the Capitol; Brutus
killed me.
§lHam.§0
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there.--Be
the players ready?
§lRos.§0
Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
§lQueen.§0
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
#pgx135
§lHam.§0
No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
§lPol.§0
O, ho! do you mark that? [To the King.]
§lHam.§0
Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.]
§lOph.§0
#pgx136
No, my lord.
§lHam.§0
I mean, my head upon your lap?
§lOph.§0
Ay, my lord.
§lHam.§0
Do you think I meant country matters?
§lOph.§0
I think nothing, my lord.
§lHam.§0
#pgx137
That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
§lOph.§0
What is, my lord?
§lHam.§0
Nothing.
§lOph.§0
You are merry, my lord.
§lHam.§0
Who, I?
§lOph.§0
#pgx138
Ay, my lord.
§lHam.§0
O, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
for look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died
within 's two hours.
§lOph.§0
Nay, 'tis twice two
#pgx139
months, my lord.
§lHam.§0
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
#pgx140
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!'
[Trumpets sound. The dumb show enters.]
[Enter a King and a
#pgx141
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
#pgx142
in a fellow, takes off his
crown, kisses it, pours poison in the king's ears, and exit. The
Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes passionate action.
The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes, comes in again,
#pgx143
seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The
Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she seems loth and unwilling
awhile, but in the end accepts his love.]
[Exeunt.]
§lOph.§0
What means this, my lord?
#pgx144
§lHam.§0
Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
§lOph.§0
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
[Enter Prologue.]
§lHam.§0
We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep
#pgx145
counsel;
they'll tell all.
§lOph.§0
Will he tell us what this show meant?
§lHam.§0
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.
§lOph.§0
#pgx146
You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.
§lPro.§0
For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.
§lHam.§0
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a
#pgx147
ring?
§lOph.§0
'Tis brief, my lord.
§lHam.§0
As woman's love.
[Enter a King and a Queen.]
P. King.
Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed
#pgx148
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.
#pgx149
So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er 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,
#pgx150
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For women's 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 siz'd, my fear is so:
Where love is great, the littlest
#pgx151
doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
P. 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
#pgx152
behind,
Honour'd, belov'd, and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou,--
P. Queen.
O, confound the rest!
Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
In second husband let me be accurst!
None wed the
#pgx153
second but who kill'd the first.
§lHam.§0
[Aside.] Wormwood, wormwood!
P. Queen.
The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
A second time I kill
#pgx154
my husband dead
When second husband kisses me in bed.
P. 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:
#pgx155
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion
#pgx156
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.
#pgx157
This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his
#pgx158
favourite flies,
The poor advanc'd 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
#pgx159
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;
#pgx160
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
P. 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 anchor's cheer
#pgx161
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!
§lHam.§0
#pgx162
If she should break it now! [To Ophelia.]
P. King.
'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
[Sleeps.]
P. Queen.
#pgx163
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain!
[Exit.]
§lHam.§0
Madam, how like you this play?
§lQueen.§0
The lady protests too much, methinks.
§lHam.§0
O, but she'll keep
#pgx164
her word.
§lKing.§0
Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't?
§lHam.§0
No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' the
world.
§lKing.§0
What do you call the play?
#pgx165
§lHam.§0
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 o'
#pgx166
that? your majesty, and we that have free
souls, it touches us not: let the gall'd jade wince; our withers
are unwrung.
[Enter Lucianus.]
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King.
§lOph.§0
You are a good chorus, my lord.
§lHam.§0
#pgx167
I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
the puppets dallying.
§lOph.§0
You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
§lHam.§0
It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
§lOph.§0
#pgx168
Still better, and worse.
§lHam.§0
So you must take your husbands.--Begin, murderer; pox, leave
thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:--'The croaking raven doth
bellow for revenge.'
§lLuc.§0
Thoughts black,
#pgx169
hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;
Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property
#pgx170
On wholesome life usurp immediately.
[Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears.]
§lHam.§0
He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago:
The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian; you
shall see anon how the murderer
#pgx171
gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
§lOph.§0
The King rises.
§lHam.§0
What, frighted with false fire!
§lQueen.§0
How fares my lord?
§lPol.§0
Give o'er the play.
§lKing.§0
Give me some
#pgx172
light:--away!
§lAll.§0
Lights, lights, lights!
[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.]
§lHam.§0
Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
#pgx173
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?
#pgx174
§lHor.§0
Half a share.
§lHam.§0
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very--pajock.
§lHor.§0
#pgx175
You might have rhymed.
§lHam.§0
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
pound! Didst perceive?
§lHor.§0
Very well, my lord.
§lHam.§0
Upon the talk of the poisoning?--
#pgx176
§lHor.§0
I did very well note him.
§lHam.§0
Ah, ha!--Come, some music! Come, the recorders!--
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!
[Enter
#pgx177
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
§lGuil.§0
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
§lHam.§0
Sir, a whole history.
§lGuil.§0
The king, sir--
§lHam.§0
Ay, sir, what of him?
§lGuil.§0
#pgx178
Is, in his retirement, marvellous distempered.
§lHam.§0
With drink, sir?
§lGuil.§0
No, my lord; rather with choler.
§lHam.§0
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
#pgx179
the doctor; for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps
plunge him into far more choler.
§lGuil.§0
Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start
not so wildly from my affair.
§lHam.§0
#pgx180
I am tame, sir:--pronounce.
§lGuil.§0
The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit,
hath sent me to you.
§lHam.§0
You are welcome.
§lGuil.§0
Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed.
#pgx181
If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do
your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon and my return
shall be the end of my business.
§lHam.§0
Sir, I cannot.
§lGuil.§0
#pgx182
What, my lord?
§lHam.§0
Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's 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
#pgx183
say,--
§lRos.§0
Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into
amazement and admiration.
§lHam.§0
O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother!--But is there no
sequel at the
#pgx184
heels of this mother's admiration?
§lRos.§0
She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.
§lHam.§0
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
further trade with us?
§lRos.§0
#pgx185
My lord, you once did love me.
§lHam.§0
And so I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
§lRos.§0
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely,
bar the door upon your own liberty if
#pgx186
you deny your griefs to
your friend.
§lHam.§0
Sir, I lack advancement.
§lRos.§0
How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself
for your succession in Denmark?
§lHam.§0
#pgx187
Ay, sir, but 'While the grass grows'--the proverb is something
musty.
[Re-enter the Players, with recorders.]
O, the recorders:--let me see one.--To withdraw with you:--why do
you go about to
#pgx188
recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me
into a toil?
§lGuil.§0
O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.
§lHam.§0
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
#pgx189
§lGuil.§0
My lord, I cannot.
§lHam.§0
I pray you.
§lGuil.§0
Believe me, I cannot.
§lHam.§0
I do beseech you.
§lGuil.§0
I know, no touch of it, my lord.
§lHam.§0
'Tis as easy as
#pgx190
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.
§lGuil.§0
But these cannot I command to any utterance of
#pgx191
harmony; I
have not the skill.
§lHam.§0
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
#pgx192
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. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a
pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret
#pgx193
me,
you cannot play upon me.
[Enter Polonius.]
God bless you, sir!
§lPol.§0
My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.
§lHam.§0
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
#pgx194
§lPol.§0
By the mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.
§lHam.§0
Methinks it is like a weasel.
§lPol.§0
It is backed like a weasel.
§lHam.§0
Or like a whale.
§lPol.§0
Very like a whale.
#pgx195
§lHam.§0
Then will I come to my mother by and by.--They fool me to the
top of my bent.--I will come by and by.
§lPol.§0
I will say so.
[Exit.]
§lHam.§0
By-and-by is easily said.
#pgx196
[Exit Polonius.]
--Leave me, friends.
[Exeunt Ros, Guil., Hor., and Players.]
'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
#pgx197
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
#pgx198
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,
#pgx199
Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.]
§lKing.§0
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
#pgx200
estate may not endure
Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunacies.
§lGuil.§0
We will ourselves provide:
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That live and feed
#pgx201
upon your majesty.
§lRos.§0
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
#pgx202
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 highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortis'd
#pgx203
and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,
Each small annexment, petty consequence,
Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
§lKing.§0
Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy
#pgx204
voyage;
For we will fetters put upon this fear,
Which now goes too free-footed.
Ros and Guil.
We will haste us.
[Exeunt Ros. and Guil.]
[Enter Polonius.]
§lPol.§0
My lord, he's going to his mother's closet:
Behind the arras
#pgx205
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,
'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech, of
#pgx206
vantage. Fare you well, my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
§lKing.§0
Thanks, dear my lord.
[Exit Polonius.]
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse
#pgx207
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
#pgx208
where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,--
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto
#pgx209
serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this twofold force,--
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
My fault is past. But, O, what form of
#pgx210
prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!--
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,--
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be
#pgx211
pardon'd and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above;
There is no
#pgx212
shuffling;--there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: what can it
#pgx213
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 engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay:
Bow, stubborn
#pgx214
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.]
§lHam.§0
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't;--and so he goes to heaven;
#pgx215
And so am I reveng'd.--that would be scann'd:
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;
#pgx216
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,
'Tis heavy with him: and am I, then, reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his
#pgx217
soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No.
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his
#pgx218
bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't;--
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven;
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother
#pgx219
stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
[Exit.]
[The King rises and advances.]
§lKing.§0
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts never to
#pgx220
heaven go.
[Exit.]
Scene IV. Another room in the castle.
[Enter Queen and Polonius.]
§lPol.§0
He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
#pgx221
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.
§lHam.§0
[Within.] Mother, mother, mother!
§lQueen.§0
I'll warrant you:
Fear me
#pgx222
not:--withdraw; I hear him coming.
[Polonius goes behind the arras.]
[Enter Hamlet.]
§lHam.§0
Now, mother, what's the matter?
§lQueen.§0
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
§lHam.§0
#pgx223
Mother, you have my father much offended.
§lQueen.§0
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
§lHam.§0
Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
§lQueen.§0
Why, how now, Hamlet!
§lHam.§0
#pgx224
What's the matter now?
§lQueen.§0
Have you forgot me?
§lHam.§0
No, by the rood, not so:
You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,
And,--would it were not so!--you are my mother.
#pgx225
§lQueen.§0
Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
§lHam.§0
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.
#pgx226
§lQueen.§0
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?--
Help, help, ho!
§lPol.§0
[Behind.] What, ho! help, help, help!
§lHam.§0
How now? a rat? [Draws.]
Dead for a ducat, dead!
[Makes a pass
#pgx227
through the arras.]
§lPol.§0
[Behind.] O, I am slain!
[Falls and dies.]
§lQueen.§0
O me, what hast thou done?
§lHam.§0
Nay, I know not: is it the king?
[Draws forth Polonius.]
§lQueen.§0
#pgx228
O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
§lHam.§0
A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king and marry with his brother.
§lQueen.§0
As kill a king!
§lHam.§0
Ay, lady, 'twas my
#pgx229
word.--
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
[To Polonius.]
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.--
Leave wringing of your hands:
#pgx230
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 braz'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
§lQueen.§0
What have I done, that thou dar'st wag
#pgx231
thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
§lHam.§0
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an
#pgx232
innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow;
#pgx233
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.
§lQueen.§0
Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
§lHam.§0
Look here upon
#pgx234
this picture, and on this,--
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
#pgx235
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:
#pgx236
Here is your husband, like a milldew'd 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
#pgx237
love; for at your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's 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
#pgx238
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err;
Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
#pgx239
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 matron's bones,
#pgx240
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.
§lQueen.§0
#pgx241
O Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
§lHam.§0
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat
#pgx242
of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty,--
§lQueen.§0
O, speak to me no more;
These words like daggers enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet.
#pgx243
§lHam.§0
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
#pgx244
pocket!
§lQueen.§0
No more.
§lHam.§0
A king of shreds and patches!--
[Enter Ghost.]
Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
You heavenly guards!--What would your gracious
#pgx245
figure?
§lQueen.§0
Alas, he's mad!
§lHam.§0
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!
§lGhost.§0
#pgx246
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,--
#pgx247
Speak to her, Hamlet.
§lHam.§0
How is it with you, lady?
§lQueen.§0
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
#pgx248
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
#pgx249
do you look?
§lHam.§0
On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable.--Do not look upon me;
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects:
#pgx250
then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
§lQueen.§0
To whom do you speak this?
§lHam.§0
Do you see nothing there?
§lQueen.§0
Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
#pgx251
§lHam.§0
Nor did you nothing hear?
§lQueen.§0
No, nothing but ourselves.
§lHam.§0
Why, look you there! look how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
Look, where he
#pgx252
goes, even now out at the portal!
[Exit Ghost.]
§lQueen.§0
This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
§lHam.§0
Ecstasy!
My pulse, as
#pgx253
yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love
#pgx254
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.
#pgx255
Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's 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
#pgx256
vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
§lQueen.§0
O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
§lHam.§0
O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
#pgx257
Good night: but go not to mine uncle's 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
#pgx258
livery
That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night;
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
#pgx259
out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good-night:
And when you are desirous to be bles'd,
I'll blessing beg of you.--For this same lord
[Pointing to Polonius.]
I do repent; but heaven hath
#pgx260
pleas'd 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:
#pgx261
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.--
One word more, good lady.
§lQueen.§0
What shall I do?
§lHam.§0
Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
#pgx262
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 damn'd fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft.
#pgx263
'Twere good you let him know;
For who that's 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,
#pgx264
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep
And break your own neck down.
§lQueen.§0
Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life,
#pgx265
I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
§lHam.§0
I must to England; you know that?
§lQueen.§0
Alack,
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
§lHam.§0
There's letters
#pgx266
seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,--
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,--
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petard: and 't
#pgx267
shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.--
This man shall set me packing:
I'll lug the guts into
#pgx268
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
#pgx269
you:--
Good night, mother.
[Exeunt severally; Hamlet, dragging out Polonius.]
ACT IV.
Scene I. A room in the Castle.
[Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
§lKing.§0
There's matter in
#pgx270
these sighs. These profound heaves
You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
§lQueen.§0
Bestow this place on us a little while.
[To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out.]
Ah, my good lord,
#pgx271
what have I seen to-night!
§lKing.§0
What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
§lQueen.§0
Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit
Behind the arras hearing something
#pgx272
stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!'
And in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.
§lKing.§0
O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is full
#pgx273
of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt
This mad young man. But so much was
#pgx274
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?
§lQueen.§0
To draw apart the
#pgx275
body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.
§lKing.§0
O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner
#pgx276
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.--Ho, Guildenstern!
[Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
#pgx277
Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
#pgx278
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
And let them know both what we mean to do
And what's untimely done: so haply slander,--
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the
#pgx279
cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd 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.]
§lHam.§0
#pgx280
Safely stowed.
Ros. and Guil.
[Within.] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
§lHam.§0
What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.]
§lRos.§0
What have you done, my lord, with the
#pgx281
dead body?
§lHam.§0
Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
§lRos.§0
Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence,
And bear it to the chapel.
§lHam.§0
Do not believe it.
§lRos.§0
Believe what?
#pgx282
§lHam.§0
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?
§lRos.§0
Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
§lHam.§0
#pgx283
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, in the corner of his jaw;
first mouthed, to be last swallowed:
#pgx284
when he needs what you have
gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry
again.
§lRos.§0
I understand you not, my lord.
§lHam.§0
I am glad of it: a knavish speech
#pgx285
sleeps in a foolish ear.
§lRos.§0
My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to
the king.
§lHam.§0
The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body.
The king is a thing,--
§lGuil.§0