Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Hamlet (1623 First Folio Edition)
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1018: Scena Secunda.
1019: [ Enter King, Queene, Rosincrane, and Guilden-sterne
Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
1022: Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
1023: The neede we haue to vse you, did prouoke
1024: Our hastie sending. Something haue you heard
1025: Of Hamlets transformation: so I call it,
1026: Since not th' exterior, nor the inward man
1027: Resembles that it was. What it should bee
1028: More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him
1029: So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe,
1030: I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both,
1031: That being of so young dayes brought vp with him:
1032: And since so Neighbour'd to his youth, and humour,
1033: That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court
1034: Some little time: so by your Companies
1035: To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
1036: So much as from Occasions you may gleane,
1037: That open'd lies within our remedie.
Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
1039: And sure I am, two men there are not liuing,
1040: To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
1041: To shew vs so much Gentrie, and good will,
1042: As to expend your time with vs a-while,
1043: For the supply and profit of our Hope,
1044: Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes
1045: As fits a Kings remembrance.
Both your Maiesties
1047: Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs,
1048: Put your dread pleasures, more into Command
1049: Then to Entreatie.
We both obey,
1051: And here giue vp our selues, in the full bent,
1052: To lay our Seruices freely at your feete,
1053: To be commanded.
Thankes Rosincrance, and gentle Guildensterne.
Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance.
1056: And I beseech you instantly to visit
1057: My too much changed Sonne.
1058: Go some of ye,
1059: And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is.
Heauens make our presence and our practises
1061: Pleasant and helpfull to him. [ Exit.]
1063: [ Enter Polonius.]
Th' Ambassadors from Norwey, my good Lord,
1065: Are ioyfully return'd.
Thou still hast bin the father of good Newes.
Haue I, my Lord? Assure you, my good Liege,
1068: I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
1069: Both to my God, one to my gracious King:
1070: And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine
1071: Hunts not the traile of Policie, so sure
1072: As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found
1073: The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie.
Oh speake of that, that I do long to heare.
Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors,
1076: My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast.
Thy selfe do grace to them, and bring them in.
1078: He tels me my sweet Queene, that he hath found
1079: The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper.
I doubt it is no other, but the maine,
1081: His Fathers death, and our o're-hasty Marriage.
1082: [ Enter Polonius, Voltumand, and Cornelius.]
Well, we shall sift him. Welcome good Frends:
1084: Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey?
Most faire returne of Greetings, and Desires.
1086: Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse
1087: His Nephewes Leuies, which to him appear'd
1088: To be a preparation 'gainst the Poleak:
1089: But better look'd into, he truly found
1090: It was against your Highnesse, whereat greeued,
1091: That so his Sicknesse, Age, and Impotence
1092: Was falsely borne in hand, sends out Arrests
1093: On Fortinbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes,
1094: Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine,
1095: Makes Vow before his Vnkle, neuer more
1096: To giue th' assay of Armes against your Maiestie.
1097: Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy,
1098: Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee,
1099: And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers
1100: So leuied as before, against the Poleak:
1101: With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
1102: That it might please you to giue quiet passe
1103: Through your Dominions, for his Enterprize,
1104: On such regards of safety and allowance,
1105: As therein are set downe.
It likes vs well:
1107: And at our more consider'd time wee'l read,
1108: Answer, and thinke vpon this Businesse.
1109: Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour.
1110: Go to your rest, at night wee'l Feast together.
1111: Most welcome home. [ Exit Ambass.]
This businesse is very well ended.
1113: My Liege, and Madam, to expostulate
1114: What Maiestie should be, what Dutie is,
1115: Why day is day; night, night; and time is time,
1116: Were nothing but to waste Night, Day, and Time.
1117: Therefore, since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit,
1118: And tediousnesse, the limbes and outward flourishes,
1119: I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad:
1120: Mad call I it; for to define true Madnesse,
1121: What is't, but to be nothing else but mad.
1122: But let that go.
More matter, with lesse Art.
Madam, I sweare I vse no Art at all:
1125: That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pittie,
1126: And pittie it is true: A foolish figure,
1127: But farewell it: for I will vse no Art.
1128: Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines
1129: That we finde out the cause of this effect,
1130: Or rather say, the cause of this defect;
1131: For this effect defectiue, comes by cause,
1132: Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus. Perpend,
1133: I haue a daughter: haue, whil'st she is mine,
1134: Who in her Dutie and Obedience, marke,
1135: Hath giuen me this: now gather, and surmise.
1136: [ The Letter.]
1137: To the Celestiall, and my Soules Idoll, the most beautifed O-phelia.
1139: That's an ill Phrase, a vilde Phrase, beautified is a vilde
1140: Phrase: but you shall heare these in her excellent white
1141: bosome, these.
Came this from Hamlet to her.
Good Madam stay awhile, I will be faithfull.
1144: Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
1145: Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
1146: Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
1147: But neuer Doubt, I loue.
1148: O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to
1149: reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best be-leeue
1150: it. Adieu.
1151: Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this
1152: Machine is to him, Hamlet.
1153: This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me:
1154: And more aboue hath his soliciting,
1155: As they fell out by Time, by Meanes, and Place,
1156: All giuen to mine eare.
But how hath she receiu'd his Loue?
What do you thinke of me?
As of a man, faithfull and Honourable.
I wold faine proue so. But what might you think?
1161: When I had seene this hot loue on the wing,
1162: As I perceiued it, I must tell you that
1163: Before my Daughter told me what might you
1164: Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere, think,
1165: If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke,
1166: Or giuen my heart a winking, mute and dumbe,
1167: Or look'd vpon this Loue, with idle sight,
1168: What might you thinke? No, I went round to worke,
1169: And (my yong Mistris) thus I did bespeake
1170: Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre,
1171: This must not be: and then, I Precepts gaue her,
1172: That she should locke her selfe from his Resort,
1173: Admit no Messengers, receiue no Tokens:
1174: Which done, she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice,
1175: And he repulsed. A short Tale to make,
1176: Fell into a Sadnesse, then into a Fast,
1177: Thence to a Watch, thence into a Weaknesse,
1178: Thence to a Lightnesse, and by this declension
1179: Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues,
1180: And all we waile for.
Do you thinke 'tis this?
It may be very likely.
Hath there bene such a time, I'de fain know that,
1184: That I haue possitiuely said, 'tis so,
1185: When it prou'd otherwise?
Not that I know.
Take this from this; if this be otherwise,
1188: If Circumstances leade me, I will finde
1189: Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
1190: Within the Center.
How may we try it further?
You know sometimes
1193: He walkes foure houres together, heere
1194: In the Lobby.
So he ha's indeed.
At such a time Ile loose my Daughter to him,
1197: Be you and I behinde an Arras then,
1198: Marke the encounter: If he loue her not,
1199: And be not from his reason falne thereon;
1200: Let me be no Assistant for a State,
1201: And keepe a Farme and Carters.
We will try it.
1203: [ Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke.]
But looke where sadly the poore wretch
1205: Comes reading.
Away I do beseech you, both away,
1207: Ile boord him presently. [ Exit King & Queen.]
1208: Oh giue me leaue. How does my good Lord Hamlet?
Do you know me, my Lord?
Excellent, excellent well: y'are a Fishmonger.
Not I my Lord.
Then I would you were so honest a man.
Honest, my Lord?
I sir, to be honest as this world goes, is to bee
1216: one man pick'd out of two thousand.
That's very true, my Lord.
For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge,
1219: being a good kissing Carrion===
1220: Haue you a daughter?
I haue my Lord.
Let her not walke i'th Sunne: Conception is a
1223: blessing, but not as your daughter may conceiue. Friend
1224: looke too't.
How say you by that? Still harping on my daugh-ter:
1226: yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a Fishmon-ger:
1227: he is farre gone, farre gone: and truly in my youth,
1228: I suffred much extreamity for loue: very neere this. Ile
1229: speake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
Words, words, words.
What is the matter, my Lord?
I meane the matter you meane, my Lord.
Slanders Sir: for the Satyricall slaue saies here,
1235: that old men haue gray Beards; that their faces are wrin-kled;
1236: their eyes purging thicke Amber, or Plum-Tree
1237: Gumme: and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit,
1238: together with weake Hammes. All which Sir, though I
1239: most powerfully, and potently beleeue; yet I holde it
1240: not Honestie to haue it thus set downe: For you your
1241: selfe Sir, should be old as I am, if like a Crab you could
1242: go backward.
Though this be madnesse,
1244: Yet there is Method in't: will you walke
1245: Out of the ayre my Lord?
Into my Graue?
Indeed that is out o'th' Ayre:
1248: How pregnant (sometimes) his Replies are?
1249: A happinesse,
1250: That often Madnesse hits on,
1251: Which Reason and Sanitie could not
1252: So prosperously be deliuer'd of.
1253: I will leaue him,
1254: And sodainely contriue the meanes of meeting
1255: Betweene him, and my daughter.
1256: My Honourable Lord, I will most humbly
1257: Take my leaue of you.
You cannot Sir take from me any thing, that I
1259: will more willingly part withall, except my life, my
Fare you well my Lord.
These tedious old fooles.
You goe to seeke my Lord Hamlet; there
1264: hee is.
1265: [ Enter Rosincran and Guildensterne.]
God saue you Sir.
Mine honour'd Lord?
My most deare Lord?
My excellent good friends? How do'st thou
1270: Guildensterne? Oh, Rosincrane; good Lads: How doe ye
As the indifferent Children of the earth.
Happy, in that we are not ouer-happy: on For-tunes
1274: Cap, we are not the very Button.
Nor the Soales of her Shoo?
Neither my Lord.
Then you liue about her waste, or in the mid-dle
1278: of her fauour?
Faith, her priuates, we.
In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true:
1281: she is a Strumpet. What's the newes?
None my Lord; but that the World's growne
Then is Doomesday neere: But your newes is
1285: not true. Let me question more in particular: what haue
1286: you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune,
1287: that she sends you to Prison hither?
Prison, my Lord?
Denmark's a Prison.
Then is the World one.
A goodly one, in which there are many Con-fines,
1292: Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'
We thinke not so my Lord.
Why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
1296: either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is
1297: a prison.
Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis
1299: too narrow for your minde.
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and
1301: count my selfe a King of infinite space; were it not that
1302: I haue bad dreames.
Which dreames indeed are Ambition: for the
1304: very substance of the Ambitious, is meerely the shadow
1305: of a Dreame.
A dreame it selfe is but a shadow.
Truely, and I hold Ambition of so ayry and
1308: light a quality, that it is but a shadowes shadow.
Then are our Beggers bodies; and our Mo-narchs
1310: and out-stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes:
1311: shall wee to th' Court: for, by my fey I cannot rea-son?
Wee'l wait vpon you.
No such matter. I will not sort you with the
1315: rest of my seruants: for to speake to you like an honest
1316: man: I am most dreadfully attended; but in the beaten
1317: way of friendship, What make you at Elsonower?
To visit you my Lord, no other occasion.
Begger that I am, I am euen poore in thankes;
1320: but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks
1321: are too deare a halfepeny; were you not sent for? Is it
1322: your owne inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
1323: deale iustly with me: come, come; nay speake.
What should we say my Lord?
Why any thing. But to the purpose; you were
1326: sent for; and there is a kinde confession in your lookes;
1327: which your modesties haue not craft enough to co-lor,
1328: I know the good King & Queene haue sent for you.
To what end my Lord?
That you must teach me: but let mee coniure
1331: you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
1332: our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preserued loue,
1333: and by what more deare, a better proposer could charge
1334: you withall; be euen and direct with me, whether you
1335: were sent for or no.
What say you?
Nay then I haue an eye of you: if you loue me
1338: hold not off.
My Lord, we were sent for.
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
1341: preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and
1342: Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore
1343: I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of ex-ercise;
1344: and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my dispositi-on;
1345: that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a ster-rill
1346: Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
1347: look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe,
1348: fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
1349: to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of va-pours.
1350: What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in
1351: Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing
1352: how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an An-gel?
1353: in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the
1354: world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is
1355: this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no,
1356: nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
1357: to say so.
My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my
Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights
1361: not me?
To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man,
1363: what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue
1364: from you: wee coated them on the way, and hither are
1365: they comming to offer you Seruice.
He that playes the King shall be welcome; his
1367: Maiesty shall haue Tribute of mee: the aduenturous
1368: Knight shal vse his Foyle and Target: the Louer shall
1369: not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in
1370: peace: the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs
1371: are tickled a'th' sere: and the Lady shall say her minde
1372: freely; or the blanke Verse shall halt for't: what Players
1373: are they?
Euen those you were wont to take delight in
1375: the Tragedians of the City.
How chances it they trauaile? their resi-dence
1377: both in reputation and profit was better both
I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes
1380: of the late Innouation?
Doe they hold the same estimation they did
1382: when I was in the City? Are they so follow'd?
No indeed, they are not.
How comes it? doe they grow rusty?
Nay, their indeauour keepes in the wonted
1386: pace; But there is Sir an ayrie of Children, little
1387: Yases, that crye out on the top of question; and
1388: are most tyrannically clap't for't: these are now the
1389: fashion, and so be-ratled the common Stages (so they
1390: call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraide of
1391: Goose-quils, and dare scarse come thither.
What are they Children? Who maintains 'em?
1393: How are they escorted? Will they pursue the Quality no
1394: longer then they can sing? Will they not say afterwards
1395: if they should grow themselues to common Players (as
1396: it is most like if their meanes are not better) their Wri-ters
1397: do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their
1398: owne Succession.
Faith there ha's bene much to do on both sides:
1400: and the Nation holds it no sinne, to tarre them to Con-trouersie.
1401: There was for a while, no mony bid for argu-ment,
1402: vnlesse the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in
1403: the Question.
Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of
Do the Boyes carry it away?
I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too.
It is not strange: for mine Vnckle is King of
1410: Denmarke, and those that would make mowes at him
1411: while my Father liued; giue twenty, forty, an hundred
1412: Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little. There is some-thing
1413: in this more then Naturall, if Philosophie could
1414: finde it out.
1415: [ Flourish for the Players.]
There are the Players.
Gentlemen, you are welcom to Elsonower: your
1418: hands, come: The appurtenance of Welcome, is Fashion
1419: and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garbe,
1420: lest my extent to the Players (which I tell you must shew
1421: fairely outward) should more appeare like entertainment
1422: then yours. You are welcome: but my Vnckle Father,
1423: and Aunt Mother are deceiu'd.
In what my deere Lord?
I am but mad North, North-West: when the
1426: Winde is Southerly, I know a Hawke from a Handsaw.
1427: [ Enter Polonius.]
Well be with you Gentlemen.
Hearke you Guildensterne, and you too: at each
1430: eare a hearer: that great Baby you see there, is not yet
1431: out of his swathing clouts.
Happily he's the second time come to them: for
1433: they say, an old man is twice a childe.
I will Prophesie. Hee comes to tell me of the
1435: Players. Mark it, you say right Sir: for a Monday mor-ning
1436: 'twas so indeed.
My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
1439: When Rossius an Actor in Rome===
The Actors are come hither my Lord.
Vpon mine Honor.
Then can each Actor on his Asse===
The best Actors in the world, either for Trage-die,
1445: Comedie, Historie, Pastorall: Pastoricall-Comicall-Historicall-Pastorall:
1446: Tragicall-Historicall: Tragicall-Comicall-Historicall-Pastorall:
1447: Scene indiuidible: or Po-em
1448: vnlimited. Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plautus
1449: too light, for the law of Writ, and the Liberty. These are
1450: the onely men.
O Iephta Iudge of Israel, what a Treasure had'st
What a Treasure had he, my Lord?
Why one faire Daughter, and no more,
1455: The which he loued passing well.
Still on my Daughter.
Am I not i'th' right old Iephta?
If you call me Iephta my Lord, I haue a daugh-ter
1459: that I loue passing well.
Nay that followes not.
What followes then, my Lord?
Why, As by lot, God wot: and then you know, It
1463: came to passe, as most like it was: The first rowe of the
1464: Pons Chanson will shew you more. For looke where my
1465: Abridgements come.
1466: [ Enter foure or fiue Players.]
1467: Y'are welcome Masters, welcome all. I am glad to see
1468: thee well: Welcome good Friends. Oh my olde Friend?
1469: Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last: Com'st thou to
1470: beard me in Denmarke? What, my yong Lady and Mi-stris?
1471: Byrlady your Ladiship is neerer Heauen then when
1472: I saw you last, by the altitude of a Choppine. Pray God
1473: your voice like a peece of vncurrant Gold be not crack'd
1474: within the ring. Masters, you are all welcome: wee'l e'ne
1475: to't like French Faulconers, flie at any thing we see: wee'l
1476: haue a Speech straight. Come giue vs a tast of your qua-lity:
1477: come, a passionate speech.
What speech, my Lord?
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
1480: neuer Acted: or if it was, not aboue once, for the Play I
1481: remember pleas'd not the Million, 'twas Cauiarie to the
1482: Generall: but it was (as I receiu'd it, and others, whose
1483: iudgement in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an
1484: excellent Play; well digested in the Scoenes, set downe
1485: with as much modestie, as cunning. I remember one said,
1486: there was no Sallets in the lines, to make the matter sa-uory;
1487: nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite the
1488: Author of affectation, but cal'd it an honest method. One
1489: cheefe Speech in it, I cheefely lou'd, 'twas Aeneas Tale
1490: to Dido, and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks
1491: of Priams slaughter. If it liue in your memory, begin at
1492: this Line, let me see, let me see: The rugged Pyrrhus like
1493: th' Hyrcanian Beast. It is not so: it begins with Pyrrhus
1494: The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose Sable Armes
1495: Blacke as his purpose, did the night resemble
1496: When he lay couched in the Ominous Horse,
1497: Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion smear'd
1498: With Heraldry more dismall: Head to foote
1499: Now is he to take Geulles, horridly Trick'd
1500: With blood of Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sonnes,
1501: Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
1502: That lend a tyrannous, and damned light
1503: To their vilde Murthers, roasted in wrath and fire,
1504: And thus o're-sized with coagulate gore,
1505: With eyes like Carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
1506: Olde Grandsire Priam seekes.
Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good ac-cent,
1508: and good discretion.
Anon he findes him,
1510: Striking too short at Greekes. His anticke Sword,
1511: Rebellious to his Arme, lyes where it falles
1512: Repugnant to command: vnequall match,
1513: Pyrrhus at Priam driues, in Rage strikes wide:
1514: But with the whiffe and winde of his fell Sword,
1515: Th' vnnerued Father fals. Then senselesse Illium,
1516: Seeming to feele his blow, with flaming top
1517: Stoopes to his Bace, and with a hideous crash
1518: Takes Prisoner Pyrrhus eare. For loe, his Sword
1519: Which was declining on the Milkie head
1520: Of Reuerend Priam, seem'd i'th' Ayre to sticke:
1521: So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
1522: And like a Newtrall to his will and matter, did nothing.
1523: But as we often see against some storme,
1524: A silence in the Heauens, the Racke stand still,
1525: The bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
1526: As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder
1527: Doth rend the Region. So after Pyrrhus pause,
1528: A rowsed Vengeance sets him new a-worke,
1529: And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
1530: On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,
1531: With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword
1532: Now falles on Priam.
1533: Out, out, thou Strumpet-Fortune, all you Gods,
1534: In generall Synod take away her power:
1535: Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele,
1536: And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen,
1537: As low as to the Fiends.
This is too long.
It shall to'th Barbars, with your beard. Pry-thee
1540: say on: He's for a Iigge, or a tale of Baudry, or hee
1541: sleepes. Say on; come to Hecuba.
But who, O who, had seen the inobled Queen.
The inobled Queene?
That's good: Inobled Queene is good.
Run bare-foot vp and downe,
1546: Threatning the flame
1547: With Bisson Rheume: A clout about that head,
1548: Where late the Diadem stood, and for a Robe
1549: About her lanke and all ore-teamed Loines,
1550: A blanket in th' Alarum of feare caught vp.
1551: Who this had seene, with tongue in Venome steep'd,
1552: 'Gainst Fortunes State, would Treason haue pronounc'd?
1553: But if the Gods themselues did see her then,
1554: When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
1555: In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes,
1556: The instant Burst of Clamour that she made
1557: (Vnlesse things mortall moue them not at all)
1558: Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen,
1559: And passion in the Gods.
Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and
1561: ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more.
'Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest,
1563: soone. Good my Lord, will you see the Players wel be-stow'd.
1564: Do ye heare, let them be well vs'd: for they are
1565: the Abstracts and breefe Chronicles of the time. After
1566: your death, you were better haue a bad Epitaph, then
1567: their ill report while you liued.
My Lord, I will vse them according to their de-sart.
Gods bodykins man, better. Vse euerie man
1571: after his desart, and who should scape whipping: vse
1572: them after your own Honor and Dignity. The lesse they
1573: deserue, the more merit is in your bountie. Take them
Come sirs. [ Exit Polon.]
Follow him Friends: wee'l heare a play to mor-row.
1577: Dost thou heare me old Friend, can you play the
1578: murther of Gonzago?
I my Lord.
Wee'l ha't to morrow night. You could for a
1581: need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines, which
1582: I would set downe, and insert in't? Could ye not?
I my Lord.
Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you
1585: mock him not. My good Friends, Ile leaue you til night
1586: you are welcome to Elsonower?
Good my Lord. [ Exeunt.]
1588: [ Manet Hamlet.]
I so, God buy'ye: Now I am alone.
1590: Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I?
1591: Is it not monstrous that this Player heere,
1592: But in a Fixion, in a dreame of Passion,
1593: Could force his soule so to his whole conceit,
1594: That from her working, all his visage warm'd;
1595: Teares in his eyes, distraction in's Aspect,
1596: A broken voyce, and his whole Function suiting
1597: With Formes, to his Conceit? And all for nothing?
1598: For Hecuba?
1599: What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
1600: That he should weepe for her? What would he doe,
1601: Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion
1602: That I haue? He would drowne the Stage with teares,
1603: And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech:
1604: Make mad the guilty, and apale the free,
1605: Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed,
1606: The very faculty of Eyes and Eares. Yet I,
1607: A dull and muddy-metled Rascall, peake
1608: Like Iohn a-dreames, vnpregnant of my cause,
1609: And can say nothing: No, not for a King,
1610: Vpon whose property, and most deere life,
1611: A damn'd defeate was made. Am I a Coward?
1612: Who calles me Villaine? breakes my pate a-crosse?
1613: Pluckes off my Beard, and blowes it in my face?
1614: Tweakes me by'th' Nose? giues me the Lye i'th' Throate,
1615: As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this?
1616: Ha? Why I should take it: for it cannot be,
1617: But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd, and lacke Gall
1618: To make Oppression bitter, or ere this,
1619: I should haue fatted all the Region Kites
1620: With this Slaues Offall, bloudy: a Bawdy villaine,
1621: Remorselesse, Treacherous, Letcherous, kindles villaine!
1622: Oh Vengeance!
1623: Who? What an Asse am I? I sure, this is most braue,
1624: That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered,
1625: Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen, and Hell,
1626: Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,
1627: And fall a Cursing like a very Drab.
1628: A Scullion? Fye vpon't: Foh. About my Braine.
1629: I haue heard, that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play,
1630: Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene,
1631: Bene strooke so to the soule, that presently
1632: They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions.
1633: For Murther, though it haue no tongue, will speake
1634: With most myraculous Organ. Ile haue these Players,
1635: Play something like the murder of my Father,
1636: Before mine Vnkle. Ile obserue his lookes,
1637: Ile rent him to the quicke: If he but blench
1638: I know my course. The Spirit that I haue seene
1639: May be the Diuell, and the Diuel hath power
1640: T' assume a pleasing shape, yea and perhaps
1641: Out of my Weaknesse, and my Melancholly,
1642: As he is very potent with such Spirits,
1643: Abuses me to damne me. Ile haue grounds
1644: More Relatiue then this: The Play's the thing,
1645: Wherein Ile catch the Conscience of the King. [ Exit]
1646: [ Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Ro-sincrance,
Guildenstern, and Lords]
And can you by no drift of circumstance
1649: Get from him why he puts on this Confusion:
1650: Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet
1651: With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy.
He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,
1653: But from what cause he will by no meanes speake.
Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded,
1655: But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe:
1656: When we would bring him on to some Confession
1657: Of his true state.
Did he receiue you well?
Most like a Gentleman.
But with much forcing of his disposition.
Niggard of question, but of our demands
1662: Most free in his reply.
Did you assay him to any pastime?
Madam, it so fell out, that certaine Players
1665: We ore-wrought on the way: of these we told him,
1666: And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy
1667: To heare of it: They are about the Court,
1668: And (as I thinke) they haue already order
1669: This night to play before him.
'Tis most true:
1671: And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties
1672: To heare, and see the matter.
With all my heart, and it doth much content me
1674: To heare him so inclin'd. Good Gentlemen,
1675: Giue him a further edge, and driue his purpose on
1676: To these delights.
We shall my Lord. [ Exeunt.]
Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too,
1679: For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither,
1680: That he, as 'twere by accident, may there
1681: Affront Ophelia. Her Father, and my selfe (lawful espials)
1682: Will so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene
1683: We may of their encounter frankely iudge,
1684: And gather by him, as he is behaued,
1685: If't be th' affliction of his loue, or no.
1686: That thus he suffers for.
I shall obey you,
1688: And for your part Ophelia, I do wish
1689: That your good Beauties be the happy cause
1690: Of Hamlets wildenesse: so shall I hope your Vertues
1691: Will bring him to his wonted way againe,
1692: To both your Honors.
Madam, I wish it may.
Ophelia, walke you heere. Gracious so please ye
1695: We will bestow our selues: Reade on this booke,
1696: That shew of such an exercise may colour
1697: Your lonelinesse. We are oft too blame in this,
1698: 'Tis too much prou'd, that with Deuotions visage,
1699: And pious Action, we do surge o're
1700: The diuell himselfe.
Oh 'tis true:
1702: How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience?
1703: The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art
1704: Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it,
1705: Then is my deede, to my most painted word.
1706: Oh heauie burthen!
I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord.
1708: [ Exeunt.]
1709: [ Enter Hamlet.]
To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
1711: Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
1712: The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,
1713: Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
1714: And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe
1715: No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
1716: The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
1717: That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
1718: Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,
1719: To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
1720: For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
1721: When we haue shuffel'd off this mortall coile,
1722: Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect
1723: That makes Calamity of so long life:
1724: For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
1725: The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
1726: The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,
1727: The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
1728: That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,
1729: When he himselfe might his Quietus make
1730: With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare
1731: To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,
1732: But that the dread of something after death,
1733: The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne
1734: No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,
1735: And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,
1736: Then flye to others that we know not of.
1737: Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all,
1738: And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution
1739: Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought,
1740: And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
1741: With this regard their Currants turne away,
1742: And loose the name of Action. Soft you now,
1743: The faire Ophelia? Nimph, in thy Orizons
1744: Be all my sinnes remembred.
Good my Lord,
1746: How does your Honor for this many a day?
I humbly thanke you: well, well, well.
My Lord, I haue Remembrances of yours,
1749: That I haue longed long to re-deliuer.
1750: I pray you now, receiue them.
No, no, I neuer gaue you ought.
My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did,
1753: And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd,
1754: As made the things more rich, then perfume left:
1755: Take these againe, for to the Noble minde
1756: Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde.
1757: There my Lord.
Ha, ha: Are you honest?
Are you faire?
What meanes your Lordship?
That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty
1763: should admit no discourse to your Beautie.
Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce
1765: then your Honestie?
I trulie: for the power of Beautie, will sooner
1767: transforme Honestie from what is, to a Bawd, then the
1768: force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse.
1769: This was sometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it
1770: proofe. I did loue you once.
Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue so.
You should not haue beleeued me. For vertue
1773: cannot so innocculate our old stocke, but we shall rellish
1774: of it. I loued you not.
I was the more deceiued.
Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would'st thou
1777: be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,
1778: but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were bet-ter
1779: my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, re-uengefull,
1780: Ambitious, with more offences at my becke,
1781: then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue
1782: them shape, or time to acte them in. What should such
1783: Fellowes as I do, crawling betweene Heauen and Earth.
1784: We are arrant Knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy
1785: wayes to a Nunnery. Where's your Father?
At home, my Lord.
Let the doores be shut vpon him, that he may
1788: play the Foole no way, but in's owne house. Farewell.
O helpe him, you sweet Heauens.
If thou doest Marry, Ile giue thee this Plague
1791: for thy Dowrie. Be thou as chast as Ice, as pure as Snow,
1792: thou shalt not escape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery.
1793: Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool:
1794: for Wise men know well enough, what monsters you
1795: make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Far-well.
O heauenly Powers, restore him.
I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough.
1799: God has giuen you one pace, and you make your selfe an-other:
1800: you gidge, you amble, and you lispe, and nickname
1801: Gods creatures, and make your Wantonnesse, your Ig-norance.
1802: Go too, Ile no more on't, it hath made me mad.
1803: I say, we will haue no more Marriages. Those that are
1804: married already, all but one shall liue, the rest shall keep
1805: as they are. To a Nunnery, go. [ Exit Hamlet.]
O what a Noble minde is heere o're-throwne?
1807: The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, sword,
1808: Th' expectansie and Rose of the faire State,
1809: The glasse of Fashion, and the mould of Forme,
1810: Th' obseru'd of all Obseruers, quite, quite downe.
1811: Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,
1812: That suck'd the Honie of his Musicke Vowes:
1813: Now see that Noble, and most Soueraigne Reason,
1814: Like sweet Bels iangled out of tune, and harsh,
1815: That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth,
1816: Blasted with extasie. Oh woe is me,
1817: T'haue seene what I haue seene: see what I see.
1818: [ Enter King, and Polonius.]
Loue? His affections do not that way tend,
1820: Nor what he spake, though it lack'd Forme a little,
1821: Was not like Madnesse. There's something in his soule?
1822: O're which his Melancholly sits on brood,
1823: And I do doubt the hatch, and the disclose
1824: Will be some danger, which to preuent
1825: I haue in quicke determination
1826: Thus set it downe. He shall with speed to England
1827: For the demand of our neglected Tribute:
1828: Haply the Seas and Countries different
1829: With variable Obiects, shall expell
1830: This something setled matter in his heart:
1831: Whereon his Braines still beating, puts him thus
1832: From fashion of himselfe. What thinke you on't?
It shall do well. But yet do I beleeue
1834: The Origin and Commencement of this greefe
1835: Sprung from neglected loue. How now Ophelia?
1836: You neede not tell vs, what Lord Hamlet saide,
1837: We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please,
1838: But if you hold it fit after the Play,
1839: Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him
1840: To shew his Greefes: let her be round with him,
1841: And Ile be plac'd so, please you in the eare
1842: Of all their Conference. If she finde him not,
1843: To England send him: Or confine him where
1844: Your wisedome best shall thinke.
It shall be so:
1846: Madnesse in great Ones, must not vnwatch'd go.
1847: [ Exeunt.]
1848: [ Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players.]
Speake the Speech I pray you, as I pronounc'd
1850: it to you trippingly on the Tongue: But if you mouth it,
1851: as many of your Players do, I had as liue the Town-Cryer
1852: had spoke my Lines: Nor do not saw the Ayre too much
1853: your hand thus, but vse all gently; for in the verie Tor-rent,
1854: Tempest, and (as I say) the Whirle-winde of
1855: Passion, you must acquire and beget a Temperance that
1856: may giue it Smoothnesse. O it offends mee to the Soule,
1857: to see a robustious Pery-wig-pated Fellow, teare a Passi-on
1858: to tatters, to verie ragges, to split the eares of the
1859: Groundlings: who (for the most part) are capeable of
1860: nothing, but inexplicable dumbe shewes, & noise: I could
1861: haue such a Fellow whipt for o're-doing Termagant: it
1862: out- Herod's Herod. Pray you auoid it.
I warrant your Honor.
Be not too tame neyther: but let your owne
1865: Discretion be your Tutor. Sute the Action to the Word,
1866: the Word to the Action, with this speciall obseruance:
1867: That you ore-stop not the modestie of Nature; for any
1868: thing so ouer-done, is fro[m] the purpose of Playing, whose
1869: end both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twer
1870: the Mirrour vp to Nature; to shew Vertue her owne
1871: Feature, Scorne her owne Image, and the verie Age and
1872: Bodie of the Time, his forme and pressure. Now, this
1873: ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it make the vnskil-full
1874: laugh, cannot but make the Iudicious greeue; The
1875: censure of the which One, must in your allowance o're-way
1876: a whole Theater of Others. Oh, there bee Players
1877: that I haue seene Play, and heard others praise, and that
1878: highly (not to speake it prophanely) that neyther hauing
1879: the accent of Christians, nor the gate of Christian, Pagan,
1880: or Norman, haue so strutted and bellowed, that I haue
1881: thought some of Natures Iouerney-men had made men,
1882: and not made them well, they imitated Humanity so ab-hominably.
I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with
1885: vs, Sir.
O reforme it altogether. And let those that
1887: play your Clownes, speake no more then is set downe for
1888: them. For there be of them, that will themselues laugh,
1889: to set on some quantitie of barren Spectators to laugh
1890: too, though in the meane time, some necessary Question
1891: of the Play be then to be considered: that's Villanous, &
1892: shewes a most pittifull Ambition in the Foole that vses
1893: it. Go make you readie. [ Exit Players.]
1894: [ Enter Polonius, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.]
1895: How now my Lord,
1896: Will the King heare this peece of Worke?
And the Queene too, and that presently.
Bid the Players make hast. [ Exit Polonius.]
1899: Will you two helpe to hasten them?
We will my Lord. [ Exeunt.]
1901: [ Enter Horatio.]
What hoa, Horatio?
Heere sweet Lord, at your Seruice.
Horatio, thou art eene as iust a man
1905: As ere my Conuersation coap'd withall.
O my deere Lord.
Nay, do not thinke I flatter:
1908: For what aduancement may I hope from thee,
1909: That no Reuennew hast, but thy good spirits
1910: To feed & cloath thee. Why shold the poor be flatter'd?
1911: No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pompe,
1912: And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee,
1913: Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare,
1914: Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse,
1915: And could of men distinguish, her election
1916: Hath seal'd thee for her selfe. For thou hast bene
1917: As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing.
1918: A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards
1919: Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And blest are those,
1920: Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co-mingled,
1921: That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger.
1922: To sound what stop she please. Giue me that man,
1923: That is not Passions Slaue, and I will weare him
1924: In my hearts Core. I, in my Heart of heart,
1925: As I do thee. Something too much of this.
1926: There is a Play to night to before the King.
1927: One Scoene of it comes neere the Circumstance
1928: Which I haue told thee, of my Fathers death.
1929: I prythee, when thou see'st that Acte a-foot,
1930: Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule
1931: Obserue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt,
1932: Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech,
1933: It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene:
1934: And my Imaginations are as foule
1935: As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note,
1936: For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face:
1937: And after we will both our iudgements ioyne,
1938: To censure of his seeming.
Well my Lord.
1940: If he steale ought the whil'st this Play is Playing,
1941: And scape detecting, I will pay the Theft.
1942: [ Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrance,
Guildensterne, and other Lords attendant with
his Guard carrying Torches. Danish
March. Sound a Flourish]
They are comming to the Play: I must be idle.
1947: Get you a place.
How fares our Cosin Hamlet?
Excellent Ifaith, of the Camelions dish: I eate
1950: the Ayre promise-cramm'd, you cannot feed Capons so.
I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet, these
1952: words are not mine.
No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once
1954: i'th' Vniuersity, you say?
That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good
And what did you enact?
I did enact Iulius Caesar, I was kill'd i'th' Capitol:
1959: Brutus kill'd me.
It was a bruite part of him, to kill so Capitall a
1961: Calfe there. Be the Players ready?
I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.
Come hither my good Hamlet, sit by me.
No good Mother, here's Mettle more attractiue.
Oh ho, do you marke that?
Ladie, shall I lye in your Lap?
No my Lord.
I meane, my Head vpon your Lap?
I my Lord.
Do you thinke I meant Country matters?
I thinke nothing, my Lord.
That's a faire thought to ly betweene Maids legs
What is my Lord?
You are merrie, my Lord?
I my Lord.
Oh God, your onely Iigge-maker: what should
1979: a man do, but be merrie. For looke you how cheereful-ly
1980: my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two
Nay, 'tis twice two moneths, my Lord.
So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke,
1984: for Ile haue a suite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two mo-neths
1985: ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a
1986: great mans Memorie, may out-liue his life halfe a yeare:
1987: But byrlady he must builde Churches then: or else shall
1988: he suffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horsse, whose
1989: Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby-horse is forgot.
1990: [ Hoboyes play. The dumbe shew enters.]
1991: [ Enter a King and Queene, very louingly; the Queene embracing
him. She kneeles, and makes shew of Protestation vnto
him. He takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her neck.
Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers. She seeing him
a-sleepe, leaues him. Anon comes in a Fellow, takes off his
Crowne, kisses it, and powres poyson in the Kings eares, and
Exits. The Queene returnes, findes the King dead, and
makes passionate Action. The Poysoner, with some two or
three Mutes comes in againe, seeming to lament with her.
The dead body is carried away: The Poysoner Wooes the
Queene with Gifts, she seemes loath and vnwilling awhile,
but in the end, accepts his loue. ]
What meanes this, my Lord?
Marry this is Miching Malicho, that meanes
Belike this shew imports the Argument of the
We shall know by these Fellowes: the Players
2009: cannot keepe counsell, they'l tell all.
Will they tell vs what this shew meant?
I, or any shew that you'l shew him. Bee not
2012: you asham'd to shew, hee'l not shame to tell you what it
You are naught, you are naught, Ile marke the
2016: [ Enter Prologue.]
2017: For vs, and for our Tragedie,
2018: Heere stooping to your Clemencie:
2019: We begge your hearing Patientlie.
Is this a Prologue, or the Poesie of a Ring?
'Tis briefe my Lord.
As Womans loue.
2023: [ Enter King and his Queene.]
Full thirtie times hath Phoebus Cart gon round,
2025: Neptunes salt Wash, and Tellus Orbed ground:
2026: And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene,
2027: About the World haue times twelue thirties beene,
2028: Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
2029: Vnite comutuall, in most sacred Bands.
So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone
2031: Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be done.
2032: But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
2033: So farre from cheere, and from your former state,
2034: That I distrust you: yet though I distrust,
2035: Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must:
2036: For womens Feare and Loue, holds quantitie,
2037: In neither ought, or in extremity:
2038: Now what my loue is, proofe hath made you know,
2039: And as my Loue is siz'd, my Feare is so.
Faith I must leaue thee Loue, and shortly too:
2041: My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do:
2042: And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde,
2043: Honour'd, belou'd, and haply, one as kinde.
2044: For Husband shalt thou===
Oh confound the rest:
2046: Such Loue, must needs be Treason in my brest:
2047: In second Husband, let me be accurst,
2048: None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.
The instances that second Marriage moue,
2051: Are base respects of Thrift, but none of Loue.
2052: A second time, I kill my Husband dead,
2053: When second Husband kisses me in Bed.
I do beleeue you. Think what now you speak:
2055: But what we do determine, oft we breake:
2056: Purpose is but the slaue to Memorie,
2057: Of violent Birth, but poore validitie:
2058: Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree,
2059: But fall vnshaken, when they mellow bee.
2060: Most necessary 'tis, that we forget
2061: To pay our selues, what to our selues is debt:
2062: What to our selues in passion we propose,
2063: The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
2064: The violence of other Greefe or Ioy,
2065: Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy:
2066: Where Ioy most Reuels, Greefe doth most lament;
2067: Greefe ioyes, Ioy greeues on slender accident.
2068: This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
2069: That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change.
2070: For 'tis a question left vs yet to proue,
2071: Whether Loue lead Fortune, or else Fortune Loue.
2072: The great man downe, you marke his fauourites flies,
2073: The poore aduanc'd, makes Friends of Enemies:
2074: And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend,
2075: For who not needs, shall neuer lacke a Frend:
2076: And who in want a hollow Friend doth try,
2077: Directly seasons him his Enemie.
2078: But orderly to end, where I begun,
2079: Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run,
2080: That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne,
2081: Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne.
2082: So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed.
2083: But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead.
Nor Earth to giue me food, nor Heauen light,
2085: Sport and repose locke from me day and night:
2086: Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy,
2087: Meet what I would haue well, and it destroy:
2088: Both heere, and hence, pursue me lasting strife,
2089: If once a Widdow, euer I be Wise.
If she should breake it now.
'Tis deepely sworne:
2092: Sweet, leaue me heere a while,
2093: My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
2094: The tedious day with sleepe.
Sleepe rocke thy Braine, [ Sleepes]
2096: And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. [ Exit]
Madam, how like you this Play?
The Lady protests to much me thinkes.
Oh but shee'l keepe her word.
Haue you heard the Argument, is there no Of-fence
No, no, they do but iest, poyson in iest, no Of-fence
2103: i'th' world.
What do you call the Play?
The Mouse-trap: Marry how? Tropically:
2106: This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna: Gon-zago
2107: is the Dukes name, his wife Baptista: you shall see
2108: anon: 'tis a knauish peece of worke: But what o'that?
2109: Your Maiestie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches
2110: vs not: let the gall'd iade winch: our withers are vnrung.
2111: [ Enter Lucianus.]
2112: This is one Lucianus nephew to the King.
You are a good Chorus, my Lord.
I could interpret betweene you and your loue:
2115: if I could see the Puppets dallying.
You are keene my Lord, you are keene.
It would cost you a groaning, to take off my
Still better and worse.
So you mistake Husbands.
2121: Begin Murderer. Pox, leaue thy damnable Faces, and
2122: begin. Come, the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Re-uenge.
Thoughts blacke, hands apt,
2125: Drugges fit, and Time agreeing:
2126: Confederate season, else, no Creature seeing:
2127: Thou mixture ranke, of Midnight Weeds collected,
2128: With Hecats Ban, thrice blasted, thrice infected,
2129: Thy naturall Magicke, and dire propertie,
2130: On wholsome life, vsurpe immediately.
2131: [ Powres the poyson in his eares.]
He poysons him i'th' Garden for's estate: His
2133: name's Gonzago: the Story is extant and writ in choyce
2134: Italian. You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the
2135: loue of Gonzago's wife.
The King rises.
What, frighted with false fire.
How fares my Lord?
Giue o're the Play.
Giue me some Light. Away.
Lights, Lights, Lights. [ Exeunt]
2142: [ Manet Hamlet & Horatio.]
Why let the strucken Deere go weepe,
2144: The Hart vngalled play:
2145: For some must watch, while some must sleepe;
2146: So runnes the world away.
2147: Would not this Sir, and a Forrest of Feathers, if the rest of
2148: my Fortunes turne Turke with me; with two Prouinciall
2149: Roses on my rac'd Shooes, get me a Fellowship in a crie
2150: of Players sir.
Halfe a share.
A whole one I,
2153: For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere,
2154: This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe,
2155: And now reignes heere.
2156: A verie verie Paiocke.
You might haue Rim'd.
Oh good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for
2159: a thousand pound. Did'st perceiue?
Verie well my Lord.
Vpon the talke of the poysoning?
I did verie well note him.
2163: [ Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.]
Oh, ha? Come some Musick. Come y Recorders:
2165: For if the King like not the Comedie,
2166: Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
2167: Come some Musicke.
Good my Lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
Sir, a whole History.
The King, sir.
I sir, what of him?
Is in his retyrement, maruellous distemper'd.
With drinke Sir?
No my Lord, rather with choller.
Your wisedome should shew it selfe more ri-cher,
2176: to signifie this to his Doctor: for for me to put him
2177: to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre
2178: more Choller.
Good my Lord put your discourse into some
2180: frame, and start not so wildely from my affayre.
I am tame Sir, pronounce.
The Queene your Mother, in most great affli-ction
2183: of spirit, hath sent me to you.
You are welcome.
Nay, good my Lord, this courtesie is not of
2186: the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a whol-some
2187: answer, I will doe your Mothers command'ment:
2188: if not, your pardon, and my returne shall bee the end of
2189: my Businesse.
Sir, I cannot.
What, my Lord?
Make you a wholsome answere: my wits dis-eas'd.
2193: But sir, such answers as I can make, you shal com-mand:
2194: or rather you say, my Mother: therfore no more
2195: but to the matter. My Mother you say.
Then thus she sayes: your behauior hath stroke
2197: her into amazement, and admiration.
Oh wonderfull Sonne, that can so astonish a
2199: Mother. But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mo-thers
She desires to speake with you in her Closset,
2202: ere you go to bed.
We shall obey, were she ten times our Mother.
2204: Haue you any further Trade with vs?
My Lord, you once did loue me.
So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
Good my Lord, what is your cause of distem-per?
2208: You do freely barre the doore of your owne Liber-tie,
2209: if you deny your greefes to your Friend.
Sir I lacke Aduancement.
How can that be, when you haue the voyce of
2212: the King himselfe, for your Succession in Denmarke?
I, but while the grasse growes, the Prouerbe is
2214: something musty.
2215: [ Enter one with a Recorder.]
2216: O the Recorder. Let me see, to withdraw with you, why
2217: do you go about to recouer the winde of mee, as if you
2218: would driue me into a toyle?
O my Lord, if my Dutie be too bold, my loue
2220: is too vnmannerly.
I do not well vnderstand that. Will you play
2222: vpon this Pipe?
My Lord, I cannot.
I pray you.
Beleeue me, I cannot.
I do beseech you.
I know no touch of it, my Lord.
'Tis as easie as lying: gouerne these Ventiges
2229: with your finger and thumbe, giue it breath with your
2230: mouth, and it will discourse most excellent Musicke.
2231: Looke you, these are the stoppes.
But these cannot I command to any vtterance
2233: of hermony, I haue not the skill.
Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing
2235: you make of me: you would play vpon mee; you would
2236: seeme to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart
2237: of my Mysterie; you would sound mee from my lowest
2238: Note, to the top of my Compasse: and there is much Mu-sicke,
2239: excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot
2240: you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am easier to bee
2241: plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will,
2242: though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me. God
2243: blesse you Sir.
2244: [ Enter Polonius.]
My Lord; the Queene would speak with you,
2246: and presently.
Do you see that Clowd? that's almost in shape
2248: like a Camell.
By'th' Masse, and it's like a Camell indeed.
Me thinkes it is like a Weazell.
It is back'd like a Weazell.
Or like a Whale?
Verie like a Whale.
Then will I come to my Mother, by and by:
2255: They foole me to the top of my bent.
2256: I will come by and by.
I will say so. [ Exit.]
By and by, is easily said. Leaue me Friends:
2259: 'Tis now the verie witching time of night,
2260: When Churchyards yawne, and Hell it selfe breaths out
2261: Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,
2262: And do such bitter businesse as the day
2263: Would quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother:
2264: Oh Heart, loose not thy Nature; let not euer
2265: The Soule of Nero, enter this firme bosome:
2266: Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
2267: I will speake Daggers to her, but vse none:
2268: My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites.
2269: How in my words someuer she be shent,
2270: To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule consent.
2271: [ Enter King, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.]
I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs,
2273: To let his madnesse range. Therefore prepare you,
2274: I your Commission will forthwith dispatch,
2275: And he to England shall along with you:
2276: The termes of our estate, may not endure
2277: Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow
2278: Out of his Lunacies.
We will our selues prouide:
2280: Most holie and Religious feare it is
2281: To keepe those many many bodies safe
2282: That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.
2284: And peculiar life is bound
2285: With all the strength and Armour of the minde,
2286: To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more,
2287: That Spirit, vpon whose spirit depends and rests
2288: The liues of many, the cease of Maiestie
2289: Dies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth draw
2290: What's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheele
2291: Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount.
2292: To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser things
2293: Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles,
2294: Each small annexment, pettie consequence
2295: Attends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer alone
2296: Did the King sighe, but with a generall grone.
Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage;
2298: For we will Fetters put vpon this feare,
2299: Which now goes too free-footed.
We will haste vs. [ Exeunt Gent.]
2301: [ Enter Polonius.]
My Lord, he's going to his Mothers Closset:
2303: Behinde the Arras Ile conuey my selfe
2304: To heare the Processe. Ile warrant shee'l tax him home,
2305: And as you said, and wisely was it said,
2306: 'Tis meete that some more audience then a Mother,
2307: Since Nature makes them partiall, should o're-heare
2308: The speech of vantage. Fare you well my Liege,
2309: Ile call vpon you ere you go to bed,
2310: And tell you what I know.
Thankes deere my Lord.
2312: Oh my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen,
2313: It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't,
2314: A Brothers murther. Pray can I not,
2315: Though inclination be as sharpe as will:
2316: My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent,
2317: And like a man to double businesse bound,
2318: I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
2319: And both neglect; what if this cursed hand
2320: Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood,
2321: Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heauens
2322: To wash it white as Snow? Whereto serues mercy,
2323: But to confront the visage of Offence?
2324: And what's in Prayer, but this two-fold force,
2325: To be fore-stalled ere we come to fall,
2326: Or pardon'd being downe? Then Ile looke vp,
2327: My fault is past. But oh, what forme of Prayer
2328: Can serue my turne? Forgiue me my foule Murther:
2329: That cannot be, since I am still possest
2330: Of those effects for which I did the Murther.
2331: My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene:
2332: May one be pardon'd, and retaine th' offence?
2333: In the corrupted currants of this world,
2334: Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice,
2335: And oft 'tis seene, the wicked prize it selfe
2336: Buyes out the Law; but 'tis not so aboue,
2337: There is no shuffling, there the Action lyes
2338: In his true Nature, and we our selues compell'd
2339: Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
2340: To giue in euidence. What then? What rests?
2341: Try what Repentance can. What can it not?
2342: Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
2343: Oh wretched state! Oh bosome, blacke as death!
2344: Oh limed soule, that strugling to be free,
2345: Art more ingag'd: Helpe Angels, make assay:
2346: Bow stubborne knees, and heart with strings of Steele,
2347: Be soft as sinewes of the new-borne Babe,
2348: All may be well.
2349: [ Enter Hamlet.]
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,
2351: And now Ile doo't, and so he goes to Heauen,
2352: And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd,
2353: A Villaine killes my Father, and for that
2354: I his foule Sonne, do this same Villaine send
2355: To heauen. Oh this is hyre and Sallery, not Reuenge.
2356: He tooke my Father grossely, full of bread,
2357: With all his Crimes broad blowne, as fresh as May,
2358: And how his Audit stands, who knowes, saue Heauen:
2359: But in our circumstance and course of thought
2360: 'Tis heauie with him: and am I then reueng'd,
2361: To take him in the purging of his Soule,
2362: When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No.
2363: Vp Sword, and know thou a more horrid hent
2364: When he is drunke asleepe: or in his Rage,
2365: Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed,
2366: At gaming, swearing, or about some acte
2367: That ha's no rellish of Saluation in't,
2368: Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at Heauen,
2369: And that his Soule may be as damn'd and blacke
2370: As Hell, whereto it goes. My Mother stayes,
2371: This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes. [ Exit.]
My words flye vp, my thoughts remain below,
2373: Words without thoughts, neuer to Heauen go. [ Exit.]
2374: [ Enter Queene and Polonius.]
He will come straight:
2376: Looke you lay home to him,
2377: Tell him his prankes haue been too broad to beare with,
2378: And that your Grace hath screen'd, and stoode betweene
2379: Much heate, and him. Ile silence me e'ene heere:
2380: Pray you be round with him.
Mother, mother, mother.
Ile warrant you, feare me not.
2383: Withdraw, I heare him coming.
2384: [ Enter Hamlet.]
Now Mother, what's the matter?
Hamlet, thou hast thy Father much offended.
Mother, you haue my Father much offended.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Go, go, you question with an idle tongue.
Why how now Hamlet?
Whats the matter now?
Haue you forgot me?
No by the Rood, not so:
2394: You are the Queene, your Husbands Brothers wife,
2395: But would you were not so. You are my Mother.
Nay, then Ile set those to you that can speake.
Come, come, and sit you downe, you shall not
2399: You go not till I set you vp a glasse,
2400: Where you may see the inmost part of you?
What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me?
2402: Helpe, helpe, hoa.
What hoa, helpe, helpe, helpe.
How now, a Rat? dead for a Ducate, dead.
Oh I am slaine. [ Killes Polonius.]
Oh me, what hast thou done?
Nay I know not, is it the King?
Oh what a rash, and bloody deed is this?
A bloody deed, almost as bad good Mother,
2410: As kill a King, and marrie with his Brother.
As kill a King?
I Lady, 'twas my word.
2413: Thou wretched, rash, intruding foole farewell,
2414: I tooke thee for thy Betters, take thy Fortune,
2415: Thou find'st to be too busie, is some danger.
2416: Leaue wringing of your hands, peace, sit you downe,
2417: And let me wring your heart, for so I shall
2418: If it be made of penetrable stuffe;
2419: If damned Custome haue not braz'd it so,
2420: That it is proofe and bulwarke against Sense.
What haue I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tong,
2422: In noise so rude against me?
Such an Act
2424: That blurres the grace and blush of Modestie,
2425: Cals Vertue Hypocrite, takes off the Rose
2426: From the faire forehead of an innocent loue,
2427: And makes a blister there. Makes marriage vowes
2428: As false as Dicers Oathes. Oh such a deed,
2429: As from the body of Contraction pluckes
2430: The very soule, and sweete Religion makes
2431: A rapsidie of words. Heauens face doth glow,
2432: Yea this solidity and compound masse,
2433: With tristfull visage as against the doome,
2434: Is thought-sicke at the act.
Aye me; what act, that roares so lowd, & thun-ders
2436: in the Index.
Looke heere vpon this Picture, and on this,
2438: The counterfet presentment of two Brothers:
2439: See what a grace was seated on his Brow,
2440: Hyperions curles, the front of Ioue himselfe,
2441: An eye like Mars, to threaten or command
2442: A Station, like the Herald Mercurie
2443: New lighted on a heauen-kissing hill:
2444: A Combination, and a forme indeed,
2445: Where euery God did seeme to set his Seale,
2446: To giue the world assurance of a man.
2447: This was your Husband. Looke you now what followes.
2448: Heere is your Husband, like a Mildew'd eare
2449: Blasting his wholsom breath. Haue you eyes?
2450: Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed,
2451: And batten on this Moore? Ha? Haue you eyes?
2452: You cannot call it Loue: For at your age,
2453: The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
2454: And waites vpon the Iudgement: and what Iudgement
2455: Would step from this, to this? What diuell was't,
2456: That thus hath cousend you at hoodman-blinde?
2457: O Shame! where is thy Blush? Rebellious Hell,
2458: If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
2459: To flaming youth, let Vertue be as waxe.
2460: And melt in her owne fire. Proclaime no shame,
2461: When the compulsiue Ardure giues the charge,
2462: Since Frost it selfe, as actiuely doth burne,
2463: As Reason panders Will.
O Hamlet, speake no more.
2465: Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soule,
2466: And there I see such blacke and grained spots,
2467: As will not leaue their Tinct.
Nay, but to liue
2469: In the ranke sweat of an enseamed bed,
2470: Stew'd in Corruption; honying and making loue
2471: Ouer the nasty Stye.
Oh speake to me, no more,
2473: These words like Daggers enter in mine eares.
2474: No more sweet Hamlet.
A Murderer, and a Villaine:
2476: A Slaue, that is not twentieth part the tythe
2477: Of your precedent Lord. A vice of Kings,
2478: A Cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule.
2479: That from a shelfe, the precious Diadem stole,
2480: And put it in his Pocket.
2482: [ Enter Ghost.]
A King of shreds and patches.
2484: Saue me; and houer o're me with your wings
2485: You heauenly Guards. What would your gracious figure?
Alas he's mad.
Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide,
2488: That laps't in Time and Passion, lets go by
2489: Th' important acting of your dread command? Oh say.
Do not forget: this Visitation
2491: Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
2492: But looke, Amazement on thy Mother sits;
2493: O step betweene her, and her fighting Soule,
2494: Conceit in weakest bodies, strongest workes.
2495: Speake to her Hamlet.
How is it with you Lady?
Alas, how is't with you?
2498: That you bend your eye on vacancie,
2499: And with their corporall ayre do hold discourse.
2500: Forth at your eyes, your spirits wildely peepe,
2501: And as the sleeping Soldiours in th' Alarme,
2502: Your bedded haire, like life in excrements,
2503: Start vp, and stand an end. Oh gentle Sonne,
2504: Vpon the heate and flame of thy distemper
2505: Sprinkle coole patience. Whereon do you looke?
On him, on him: look you how pale he glares,
2507: His forme and cause conioyn'd, preaching to stones,
2508: Would make them capeable. Do not looke vpon me,
2509: Least with this pitteous action you conuert
2510: My sterne effects: then what I haue to do,
2511: Will want true colour; teares perchance for blood.
To who do you speake this?
Do you see nothing there?
Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
Nor did you nothing heare?
No, nothing but our selues.
Why look you there: looke how it steals away:
2518: My Father in his habite, as he liued,
2519: Looke where he goes euen now out at the Portall. [ Exit.]
This is the very coynage of your Braine,
2521: This bodilesse Creation extasie is very cunning in.
2523: My Pulse as yours doth temperately keepe time,
2524: And makes as healthfull Musicke. It is not madnesse
2525: That I haue vttered; bring me to the Test
2526: And I the matter will re-word: which madnesse
2527: Would gamboll from. Mother, for loue of Grace,
2528: Lay not a flattering Vnction to your soule,
2529: That not your trespasse, but my madnesse speakes:
2530: It will but skin and filme the Vlcerous place,
2531: Whil'st ranke Corruption mining all within,
2532: Infects vnseene. Confesse your selfe to Heauen,
2533: Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come,
2534: And do not spred the Compost on the Weedes,
2535: To make them ranke. Forgiue me this my Vertue,
2536: For in the fatnesse of this pursie times,
2537: Vertue it selfe, of Vice must pardon begge,
2538: Yea courb, and woe, for leaue to do him good.
2540: Thou hast cleft my heart in twaine.
O throw away the worser part of it,
2542: And liue the purer with the other halfe.
2543: Good night, but go not to mine Vnkles bed,
2544: Assume a Vertue, if you haue it not, refraine to night,
2545: And that shall lend a kinde of easinesse
2546: To the next abstinence. Once more goodnight,
2547: And when you are desirous to be blest,
2548: Ile blessing begge of you. For this same Lord,
2549: I do repent: but heauen hath pleas'd it so,
2550: To punish me with this, and this with me,
2551: That I must be their Scourge and Minister.
2552: I will bestow him, and will answer well
2553: The death I gaue him: so againe, good night.
2554: I must be cruell, onely to be kinde;
2555: Thus bad begins and worse remaines behinde.
What shall I do?
Not this by no meanes that I bid you do:
2558: Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed,
2559: Pinch Wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
2560: And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,
2561: Or padling in your necke with his damn'd Fingers,
2562: Make you to rauell all this matter out,
2563: That I essentially am not in madnesse,
2564: But made in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,
2565: For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
2566: Would from a Paddocke, from a Bat, a Gibbe,
2567: Such deere concernings hide, Who would do so,
2568: No in despight of Sense and Secrecie,
2569: Vnpegge the Basket on the houses top:
2570: Let the Birds flye, and like the famous Ape
2571: To try Conclusions in the Basket, creepe
2572: And breake your owne necke downe.
Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
2574: And breath of life: I haue no life to breath
2575: What thou hast saide to me.
I must to England, you know that?
Alacke I had forgot: 'Tis so concluded on.
This man shall set me packing:
2579: Ile lugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome,
2580: Mother goodnight. Indeede this Counsellor
2581: Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
2582: Who was in life, a foolish prating Knaue.
2583: Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
2584: Good night Mother.
2585: [ Exit Hamlet tugging in Polonius.]
2586: [ Enter King.]
There's matters in these sighes.
2588: These profound heaues
2589: You must translate; Tis fit we vnderstand them.
2590: Where is your Sonne?
Ah my good Lord, what haue I seene to night?
What Gertrude? How do's Hamlet?
Mad as the Seas, and winde, when both contend
2594: Which is the Mightier, in his lawlesse fit
2595: Behinde the Arras, hearing something stirre,
2596: He whips his Rapier out, and cries a Rat, a Rat,
2597: And in his brainish apprehension killes
2598: The vnseene good old man.
Oh heauy deed:
2600: It had bin so with vs had we beene there:
2601: His Liberty is full of threats to all,
2602: To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one.
2603: Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answered?
2604: It will be laide to vs, whose prouidence
2605: Should haue kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,
2606: This mad yong man. But so much was our loue,
2607: We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
2608: But like the Owner of a foule disease,
2609: To keepe it from divulging, let's it feede
2610: Euen on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
To draw apart the body he hath kild,
2612: O're whom his very madnesse like some Oare
2613: Among a Minerall of Mettels base
2614: Shewes it selfe pure. He weepes for what is done.
Oh Gertrude, come away:
2616: The Sun no sooner shall the Mountaines touch,
2617: But we will ship him hence, and this vilde deed,
2618: We must with all our Maiesty and Skill
2619: Both countenance, and excuse. [ Enter Ros. & Guild.]
2620: Ho Guildenstern:
2621: Friends both go ioyne you with some further ayde:
2622: Hamlet in madnesse hath Polonius slaine,
2623: And from his Mother Clossets hath he drag'd him.
2624: Go seeke him out, speake faire, and bring the body
2625: Into the Chappell. I pray you hast in this. [ Exit Gent.]
2626: Come Gertrude, wee'l call vp our wisest friends,
2627: To let them know both what we meane to do,
2628: And what's vntimely done. Oh come away,
2629: My soule is full of discord and dismay. [ Exeunt.]
2630: [ Enter Hamlet.]
Hamlet, Lord Hamlet.
What noise? Who cals on Hamlet?
2634: Oh heere they come. [ Enter Ros. and Guildensterne.]
What haue you done my Lord with the dead body?
Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis Kinne.
Tell vs where 'tis, that we may take it thence,
2638: And beare it to the Chappell.
Do not beleeue it.
That I can keepe your counsell, and not mine
2642: owne. Besides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what re-plication
2643: should be made by the Sonne of a King.
Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord?
I sir, that sokes vp the Kings Countenance, his
2646: Rewards, his Authorities (but such Officers do the King
2647: best seruice in the end. He keepes them like an Ape in
2648: the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be last swallowed,
2649: when he needes what you haue glean'd, it is but squee-zing
2650: you, and Spundge you shall be dry againe.
I vnderstand you not my Lord.
I am glad of it: a knauish speech sleepes in a
2653: foolish eare.
My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is,
2655: and go with vs to the King.
The body is with the King, but the King is not
2657: with the body. The King, is a thing===
A thing my Lord?
Of nothing: bring me to him, hide Fox, and all
2660: after. [ Exeunt]
2661: [ Enter King.]
I haue sent to seeke him, and to find the bodie:
2663: How dangerous is it that this man goes loose:
2664: Yet must not we put the strong Law on him:
2665: Hee's loued of the distracted multitude,
2666: Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes:
2667: And where 'tis so, th' Offenders scourge is weigh'd
2668: But neerer the offence: to beare all smooth, and euen,
2669: This sodaine sending him away, must seeme
2670: Deliberate pause, diseases desperate growne,
2671: By desperate appliance are releeued,
2672: Or not at all. [ Enter Rosincrane.]
2673: How now? What hath befalne?
Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord,
2675: We cannot get from him.
But where is he?
Without my Lord, guarded to know your
Bring him before vs.
Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord.
2681: [ Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne.]
Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
At Supper? Where?
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a cer-taine
2686: conuocation of wormes are e'ne at him. Your worm
2687: is your onely Emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else
2688: to fat vs, and we fat our selfe for Magots. Your fat King,
2689: and your leane Begger is but variable seruice to dishes,
2690: but to one Table that's the end.
What dost thou meane by this?
Nothing but to shew you how a King may go
2693: a Progresse through the guts of a Begger.
Where is Polonius.
In heauen, send thither to see. If your Messen-ger
2696: finde him not there, seeke him i'th other place your
2697: selfe: but indeed, if you finde him not this moneth, you
2698: shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby.
Go seeke him there.
He will stay till ye come.
Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety
2702: Which we do tender, as we deerely greeue
2703: For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence
2704: With fierie Quicknesse. Therefore prepare thy selfe,
2705: The Barke is readie, and the winde at helpe,
2706: Th' Associates tend, and euery thing at bent
2707: For England.
So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
I see a Cherube that see's him: but come, for
2713: England. Farewell deere Mother.
Thy louing Father Hamlet.
My Mother: Father and Mother is man and
2716: wife: man & wife is one flesh, and so my mother. Come,
2717: for England. [ Exit]
Follow him at foote,
2719: Tempt him with speed aboord:
2720: Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.
2721: Away, for euery thing is Seal'd and done
2722: That else leanes on th' Affaire, pray you make hast.
2723: And England, if my loue thou holdst at ought,
2724: As my great power thereof may giue thee sense,
2725: Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red
2726: After the Danish Sword, and thy free awe
2727: Payes homage to vs; thou maist not coldly set
2728: Our Soueraigne Processe, which imports at full
2729: By Letters coniuring to that effect
2730: The present death of Hamlet. Do it England,
2731: For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages,
2732: And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,
2733: How ere my happes, my ioyes were ne're begun. [ Exit]
2734: [ Enter Fortinbras with an Armie.]
Go Captaine, from me greet the Danish King,
2736: Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras
2737: Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March
2738: Ouer his Kingdome. You know the Rendeuous:
2739: If that his Maiesty would ought with vs,
2740: We shall expresse our dutie in his eye,
2741: And let him know so.
I will doo't, my Lord.
Go safely on. [ Exit.]
2744: [ Enter Queene and Horatio.]
I will not speake with her.
She is importunate, indeed distract, her moode
2747: will needs be pittied.
What would she haue?
She speakes much of her Father; saies she heares
2750: There's trickes i'th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,
2751: Spurnes enuiously at Strawes, speakes things in doubt,
2752: That carry but halfe sense: Her speech is nothing,
2753: Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue
2754: The hearers to Collection; they ayme at it,
2755: And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,
2756: Which as her winkes, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,
2757: Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought,
2758: Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.
'Twere good she were spoken with,
2760: For she may strew dangerous coniectures
2761: In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.
2762: To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is)
2763: Each toy seemes Prologue, to some great amisse,
2764: So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt,
2765: It spill's it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.
2766: [ Enter Ophelia distracted.]
Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.
How now Ophelia?
How should I your true loue know from another one?
2770: By his Cockle hat and staffe, and his Sandal shoone.
Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song?
Say you? Nay pray you marke.
2773: He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
2774: At his head a grasse-greene Turfe, at his heeles a stone.
2775: [ Enter King.]
Nay but Ophelia.
Pray you marke.
2778: White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow.
Alas, looke heere my Lord.
Larded with sweet Flowers:
2781: Which bewept to the graue did not go,
2782: With true-loue showres.
How do ye, pretty Lady?
Well, God dil'd you. They say the Owle was
2785: a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but
2786: know not what we may be. God be at your Table.
Conceit vpon her Father.
Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when
2789: they aske you what it meanes, say you this:
2790: To morrow is S[aint]. Valentines day, all in the morning betime,
2791: And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine.
2792: Then vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber dore,
2793: Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more.
Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.
2796: By gis, and by S[aint]. Charity,
2797: Alacke, and fie for shame:
2798: Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,
2799: By Cocke they are too blame.
2800: Quoth she before you tumbled me,
2801: You promis'd me to Wed:
2802: So would I ha done by yonder Sunne,
2803: And thou hadst not come to my bed.
How long hath she bin thus?
I hope all will be well. We must bee patient,
2806: but I cannot choose but weepe, to thinke they should
2807: lay him i'th' cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it,
2808: and so I thanke you for your good counsell. Come, my
2809: Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies:
2810: Goodnight, goodnight. [ Exit.]
Follow her close,
2812: Giue her good watch I pray you:
2813: Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs
2814: All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,
2815: When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,
2816: But in Battalians. First, her Father slaine,
2817: Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author
2818: Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,
2819: Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers
2820: For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly
2821: In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia
2822: Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,
2823: Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.
2824: Last, and as much containing as all these,
2825: Her Brother is in secret come from France,
2826: Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,
2827: And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare
2828: With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
2829: Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,
2830: Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne
2831: In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,
2832: Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
2833: Giues me superfluous death. [ A Noise within.]
2834: [ Enter a Messenger.]
Alacke, what noyse is this?
Where are my Switzers?
2837: Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?
Saue your selfe, my Lord.
2839: The Ocean (ouer-peering of his List)
2840: Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste
2841: Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,
2842: Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
2843: And as the world were now but to begin,
2844: Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,
2845: The Ratifiers and props of euery word,
2846: They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King,
2847: Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
2848: Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry,
2850: Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.
2851: [ Noise within. Enter Laertes.]
The doores are broke.
Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without.
No, let's come in.
I pray you giue me leaue.
We will, we will.
I thanke you: Keepe the doore.
2858: Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.
Calmely good Laertes.
That drop of blood, that calmes
2861: Proclaimes me Bastard:
2862: Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
2863: Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow
2864: Of my true Mother.
What is the cause Laertes,
2866: That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like?
2867: Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:
2868: There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,
2869: That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
2870: Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,
2871: Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.
2872: Speake man.
Where's my Father?
But not by him.
Let him demand his fill.
How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.
2878: To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.
2879: Conscience and Grace, to the profoundest Pit.
2880: I dare Damnation: to this point I stand,
2881: That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
2882: Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd
2883: Most throughly for my Father.
Who shall stay you?
My Will, not all the world,
2886: And for my meanes, Ile husband them so well,
2887: They shall go farre with little.
2889: If you desire to know the certaintie
2890: Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge,
2891: That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe,
2892: Winner and Looser.
None but his Enemies.
Will you know them then.
To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope my Armes:
2896: And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician,
2897: Repast them with my blood.
Why now you speake
2899: Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
2900: That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,
2901: And am most sensible in greefe for it,
2902: It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce
2903: As day do's to your eye.
2904: [ A noise within. Let her come in.]
2905: [ Enter Ophelia.]
How now? what noise is that?
2907: Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares seuen times salt,
2908: Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.
2909: By Heauen, thy madnesse shall be payed by waight,
2910: Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,
2911: Deere Maid, kinde Sister, sweet Ophelia:
2912: Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,
2913: Should be as mortall as an old mans life?
2914: Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine,
2915: It sends some precious instance of it selfe
2916: After the thing it loues.
They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,
2918: Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:
2919: And on his graue raines many a teare,
2920: Fare you well my Doue.
Had'st thou thy wits, and did'st perswade Re-uenge,
2922: it could not moue thus.
You must sing downe a-downe, and you call
2924: him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is
2925: the false Steward that stole his masters daughter.
This nothings more then matter.
There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.
2928: Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for
A document in madnesse, thoughts & remem-brance
There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
2933: Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it
2934: Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew
2935: with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you
2936: some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy-ed:
2937: They say, he made a good end;
2938: For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe:
2940: She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.
And will he not come againe,
2942: And will he not come againe:
2943: No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death-bed,
2944: He neuer wil come againe.
2945: His Beard as white as Snow,
2946: All Flaxen was his Pole:
2947: He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
2948: Gramercy on his Soule.
2949: And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.
2950: God buy ye. [ Exeunt Ophelia]
Do you see this, you Gods?
Laertes, I must common with your greefe,
2953: Or you deny me right: go but apart,
2954: Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will,
2955: And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me;
2956: If by direct or by Colaterall hand
2957: They finde vs touch'd, we will our Kingdome giue,
2958: Our Crowne, our Life, and all that we call Ours
2959: To you in satisfaction. But if not,
2960: Be you content to lend your patience to vs,
2961: And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule
2962: To giue it due content.
Let this be so:
2964: His meanes of death, his obscure buriall;
2965: No Trophee, Sword, nor Hatchment o're his bones,
2966: No Noble rite, nor formall ostentation,
2967: Cry to be heard, as 'twere from Heauen to Earth,
2968: That I must call in question.
So you shall:
2970: And where th' offence is, let the great Axe fall.
2971: I pray you go with me. [ Exeunt]
2972: [ Enter Horatio, with an Attendant.]
What are they that would speake with me?
Saylors sir, they say they haue Letters for you.
Let them come in,
2976: I do not know from what part of the world
2977: I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
2978: [ Enter Saylor.]
God blesse you Sir.
Let him blesse thee too.
Hee shall Sir, and't please him. There's a Letter
2982: for you Sir: It comes from th' Ambassadours that was
2983: bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let
2984: to know it is.
2985: [ Reads the Letter.]
2986: Horatio, When thou shalt haue ouerlook'd this, giue these
2987: Fellowes some meanes to the King: They haue Letters
2988: for him. Ere we were two dayes old at Sea, a Pyrate of very
2989: Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace. Finding our selues too
2990: slow of Saile, we put on a compelled Valour. In the Grapple, I
2991: boorded them: On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe, so
2992: I alone became their Prisoner. They haue dealt with mee, like
2993: Theeues of Mercy, but they knew what they did. I am to doe
2994: a good turne for them. Let the King haue the Letters I haue
2995: sent, and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest
2996: flye death. I haue words to speake in your eare, will make thee
2997: dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter.
2998: These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am. Rosincrance
2999: and Guildensterne, hold their course for England. Of them
3000: I haue much to tell thee, Farewell.
3001: He that thou knowest thine,
3003: Come, I will giue you way for these your Letters,
3004: And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
3005: To him from whom you brought them. [ Exit.]
3006: [ Enter King and Laertes.]
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
3008: And you must put me in your heart for Friend,
3009: Sith you haue heard, and with a knowing eare,
3010: That he which hath your Noble Father slaine,
3011: Pursued my life.
It well appeares. But tell me,
3013: Why you proceeded not against these feates,
3014: So crimefull, and so Capitall in Nature,
3015: As by your Safety, Wisedome, all things else,
3016: You mainly were stirr'd vp?
O for two speciall Reasons,
3018: Which may to you (perhaps) seeme much vnsinnowed,
3019: And yet to me they are strong. The Queen his Mother,
3020: Liues almost by his lookes: and for my selfe,
3021: My Vertue or my Plague, be it either which,
3022: She's so coniunctiue to my life, and soule;
3023: That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere,
3024: I could not but by her. The other Motiue,
3025: Why to a publike count I might not go,
3026: Is the great loue the generall gender beare him,
3027: Who dipping all his Faults in their affection,
3028: Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone,
3029: Conuert his Gyues to Graces. So that my Arrowes
3030: Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde,
3031: Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe,
3032: And not where I had arm'd them.
And so haue I a Noble Father lost,
3034: A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes,
3035: Who was (if praises may go backe againe)
3036: Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age
3037: For her perfections. But my reuenge will come.
Breake not your sleepes for that,
3039: You must not thinke
3040: That we are made of stuffe, so flat, and dull,
3041: That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger,
3042: And thinke it pastime. You shortly shall heare more,
3043: I lou'd your Father, and we loue our Selfe,
3044: And that I hope will teach you to imagine===
3045: [ Enter a Messenger.]
3046: How now? What Newes?
Letters my Lord from Hamlet, This to your
3048: Maiesty: this to the Queene.
From Hamlet? Who brought them?
Saylors my Lord they say, I saw them not:
3051: They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiu'd them.
Laertes you shall heare them:
3053: Leaue vs. [ Exit Messenger]
3054: High and Mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your
3055: Kingdome. To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly
3056: Eyes. When I shall (first asking your Pardon thereunto) re-count
3057: th' Occasions of my sodaine, and more strange returne.
3059: What should this meane? Are all the rest come backe?
3060: Or is it some abuse? Or no such thing?
Know you the hand?
'Tis Hamlets Character, naked and in a Post-script
3063: here he sayes alone: Can you aduise me?
I'm lost in it my Lord; but let him come,
3065: It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart,
3066: That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth;
3067: Thus diddest thou.
If it be so Laertes, as how should it be so:
3069: How otherwise will you be rul'd by me?
If so you'l not o'rerule me to a peace.
To thine owne peace: if he be now return'd,
3072: As checking at his Voyage, and that he meanes
3073: No more to vndertake it; I will worke him
3074: To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice,
3075: Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall;
3076: And for his death no winde of blame shall breath,
3077: But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice,
3078: And call it accident: Some two Monthes hence
3079: Here was a Gentleman of Normandy,
3080: I'ue seene my selfe, and seru'd against the French,
3081: And they ran well on Horsebacke; but this Gallant
3082: Had witchcraft in't; he grew into his Seat,
3083: And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse,
3084: As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd
3085: With the braue Beast, so farre he past my thought,
3086: That I in forgery of shapes and trickes,
3087: Come short of what he did.
A Norman was't?
Vpon my life Lamound.
The very same.
I know him well, he is the Brooch indeed,
3093: And Iemme of all our Nation.
Hee mad confession of you,
3095: And gaue you such a Masterly report,
3096: For Art and exercise in your defence;
3097: And for your Rapier most especiall,
3098: That he cryed out, t'would be a sight indeed,
3099: If one could match you Sir. This report of his
3100: Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy,
3101: That he could nothing doe but wish and begge,
3102: Your sodaine comming ore to play with him;
3103: Now out of this.
Why out of this, my Lord?
Laertes was your Father deare to you?
3106: Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
3107: A face without a heart?
Why aske you this?
Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father,
3110: But that I know Loue is begun by Time:
3111: And that I see in passages of proofe,
3112: Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it:
3113: Hamlet comes backe: what would you vndertake,
3114: To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed,
3115: More then in words?
To cut his throat i'th' Church.
No place indeed should murder Sancturize;
3118: Reuenge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes
3119: Will you doe this, keepe close within your Chamber,
3120: Hamlet return'd, shall know you are come home:
3121: Wee'l put on those shall praise your excellence,
3122: And set a double varnish on the fame
3123: The Frenchman gaue you, bring you in fine together,
3124: And wager on your heads, he being remisse,
3125: Most generous, and free from all contriuing,
3126: Will not peruse the Foiles? So that with ease,
3127: Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
3128: A Sword vnbaited, and in a passe of practice,
3129: Requit him for your Father.
I will doo't.
3131: And for that purpose Ile annoint my Sword:
3132: I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke
3133: So mortall, I but dipt a knife in it,
3134: Where it drawes blood, no Cataplasme so rare,
3135: Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue
3136: Vnder the Moone, can saue the thing from death,
3137: That is but scratcht withall: Ile touch my point,
3138: With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
3139: It may be death.
Let's further thinke of this,
3141: Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes
3142: May fit vs to our shape, if this should faile;
3143: And that our drift looke through our bad performance,
3144: 'Twere better not assaid; therefore this Proiect
3145: Should haue a backe or second, that might hold,
3146: If this should blast in proofe: Soft, let me see
3147: Wee'l make a solemne wager on your commings,
3148: I ha't: when in your motion you are hot and dry,
3149: As make your bowts more violent to the end,
3150: And that he cals for drinke; Ile haue prepar'd him
3151: A Challice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,
3152: If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
3153: Our purpose may hold there; how sweet Queene.
3154: [ Enter Queene.]
One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele,
3156: So fast they'l follow: your Sister's drown'd Laertes.
Drown'd! O where?
There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke,
3159: That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame:
3160: There with fantasticke Garlands did she come,
3161: Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Daysies, and long Purples,
3162: That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name;
3163: But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them:
3164: There on the pendant boughes, her Coronet weeds
3165: Clambring to hang; an enuious sliuer broke,
3166: When downe the weedy Trophies, and her selfe,
3167: Fell in the weeping Brooke, her cloathes spred wide,
3168: And Mermaid-like, a while they bore her vp,
3169: Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
3170: As one incapable of her owne distresse,
3171: Or like a creature Natiue, and indued
3172: Vnto that Element: but long it could not be,
3173: Till that her garments, heauy with her drinke,
3174: Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy,
3175: To muddy death.
Alas then, is she drown'd?
Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia,
3179: And therefore I forbid my teares: but yet
3180: It is our tricke, Nature her custome holds,
3181: Let shame say what it will; when these are gone
3182: The woman will be out: Adue my Lord,
3183: I haue a speech of fire, that faine would blaze,
3184: But that this folly doubts it. [ Exit.]
Let's follow, Gertrude:
3186: How much I had to doe to calme his rage?
3187: Now feare I this will giue it start againe;
3188: Therefore let's follow. [ Exeunt.]
3189: [ Enter two Clownes.]
Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall, that
3191: wilfully seekes her owne saluation?
I tell thee she is, and therefore make her Graue
3193: straight, the Crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Chri-stian
How can that be, vnlesse she drowned her selfe in
3196: her owne defence?
Why 'tis found so.
It must be Se offendendo, it cannot bee else: for
3199: heere lies the point; If I drowne my selfe wittingly, it ar-gues
3200: an Act: and an Act hath three branches. It is an
3201: Act to doe and to performe; argall she drown'd her selfe
Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer.
Giue me leaue; heere lies the water; good:
3205: heere stands the man; good: If the man goe to this wa-ter
3206: and drowne himselfe; it is will he nill he, he goes;
3207: marke you that? But if the water come to him & drowne
3208: him; hee drownes not himselfe. Argall, hee that is not
3209: guilty of his owne death, shortens not his owne life.
But is this law?
I marry is't, Crowners Quest Law.
Will you ha the truth on't: if this had not
3213: beene a Gentlewoman, shee should haue beene buried
3214: out of Christian Buriall.
Why there thou say'st. And the more pitty that
3216: great folke should haue countenance in this world to
3217: drowne or hang themselues, more then their euen Christi-an.
3218: Come, my Spade; there is no ancient Gentlemen,
3219: but Gardiners, Ditchers and Graue-makers; they hold vp
3220: Adams Profession.
Was he a Gentleman?
He was the first that euer bore Armes.
Why he had none.
What, ar't a Heathen? how doth thou vnder-stand
3225: the Scripture? the Scripture sayes Adam dig'd;
3226: could hee digge without Armes? Ile put another que-stion
3227: to thee; if thou answerest me not to the purpose, con-fesse
3228: thy selfe===
What is he that builds stronger then either the
3231: Mason, the Shipwright, or the Carpenter?
The Gallowes maker; for that Frame outliues a
3233: thousand Tenants.
I like thy wit well in good faith, the Gallowes
3235: does well; but how does it well? it does well to those
3236: that doe ill: now, thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is
3237: built stronger then the Church: Argall, the Gallowes
3238: may doe well to thee. Too't againe, Come.
Who builds stronger then a Mason, a Ship-wright,
3240: or a Carpenter?
I, tell me that, and vnyoake.
Marry, now I can tell.
Masse, I cannot tell.
3245: [ Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off.]
Cudgell thy braines no more about it; for your
3247: dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating; and when
3248: you are ask't this question next, say a Graue-maker: the
3249: Houses that he makes, lasts till Doomesday: go, get thee
3250: to Yaughan, fetch me a stoupe of Liquor.
3251: [ Sings.]
3252: In youth when I did loue, did loue,
3253: me thought it was very sweete:
3254: To contract O the time for a my behoue,
3255: O me thought there was nothing meete.
Ha's this fellow no feeling of his businesse, that
3257: he sings at Graue-making?
Custome hath made it in him a property of ea-sinesse.
'Tis ee'n so; the hand of little Imployment hath
3261: the daintier sense.
3263: But Age with his stealing steps
3264: hath caught me in his clutch:
3265: And hath shipped me intill the Land,
3266: as if I had neuer beene such.
That Scull had a tongue in it, and could sing
3268: once: how the knaue iowles it to th' grownd, as if it
3269: were Caines Iaw-bone, that did the first murther: It
3270: might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Asse o're Of-fices:
3271: one that could circumuent God, might it not?
It might, my Lord.
Or of a Courtier, which could say, Good Mor-row
3274: sweet Lord: how dost thou, good Lord? this
3275: might be my Lord such a one, that prais'd my Lord such
3276: a ones Horse, when he meant to begge it; might it not?
I, my Lord.
Why ee'n so: and now my Lady Wormes,
3279: Chaplesse, and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons
3280: Spade; heere's fine Reuolution, if wee had the tricke to
3281: see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but
3282: to play at Loggets with 'em? mine ake to thinke
3285: A Pickhaxe and a Spade, a Spade,
3286: for and a shrowding-Sheete:
3287: O a Pit of Clay for to be made,
3288: for such a Guest is meete.
There's another: why might not that bee the
3290: Scull of a Lawyer? where be his Quiddits now? his
3291: Quillets? his Cases? his Tenures, and his Tricks? why
3292: doe's he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about
3293: the Sconce with a dirty Shouell, and will not tell him of
3294: his Action of Battery? hum. This fellow might be in's
3295: time a great buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his Recog-nizances,
3296: his Fines, his double Vouchers, his Recoueries:
3297: Is this the fine of his Fines, and the recouery of his Reco-ueries,
3298: to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt? will his
3299: Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases, and dou-ble
3300: ones too, then the length and breadth of a paire of
3301: Indentures? the very Conueyances of his Lands will
3302: hardly lye in this Boxe; and must the Inheritor himselfe
3303: haue no more? ha?
Not a iot more, my Lord.
Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes?
I my Lord, and of Calue-skinnes too.
They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out assu-rance
3308: in that. I will speake to this fellow: whose Graue's
3309: this Sir?
3311: O a Pit of Clay for to be made,
3312: for such a Guest is meete.
I thinke it be thine indeed: for thou liest in't.
You lye out on't Sir, and therefore it is not yours:
3315: for my part, I doe not lye in't; and yet it is mine.
Thou dost lye in't, to be in't and say 'tis thine:
3317: 'tis for the dead, not for the quicke, therefore thou
'Tis a quicke lye Sir, 'twill away againe from me
3320: to you.
What man dost thou digge it for?
For no man Sir.
What woman then?
For none neither.
Who is to be buried in't?
One that was a woman Sir; but rest her Soule,
3327: shee's dead.
How absolute the knaue is? wee must speake
3329: by the Carde, or equiuocation will vndoe vs: by the
3330: Lord Horatio, these three yeares I haue taken note of it,
3331: the Age is growne so picked, that the toe of the Pesant
3332: comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier, hee galls his
3333: Kibe. How long hast thou been a Graue-maker?
Of all the dayes i'th' yeare, I came too't that day
3335: that our last King Hamlet o'recame Fortinbras.
How long is that since?
Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that:
3338: It was the very day, that young Hamlet was borne, hee
3339: that was mad, and sent into England.
I marry, why was he sent into England?
Why, because he was mad; hee shall recouer his
3342: wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there.
'Twill not be seene in him, there the men are as
3345: mad as he.
How came he mad?
Very strangely they say.
Faith e'ene with loosing his wits.
Vpon what ground?
Why heere in Denmarke: I haue bin sixeteene
3352: heere, man and Boy thirty yeares.
How long will a man lie i'th' earth ere he rot?
Ifaith, if he be not rotten before he die (as we haue
3355: many pocky Coarses now adaies, that will scarce hold
3356: the laying in) he will last you some eight yeare, or nine
3357: yeare. A Tanner will last you nine yeare.
Why he, more then another?
Why sir, his hide is so tan'd with his Trade, that
3360: he will keepe out water a great while. And your water,
3361: is a sore Decayer of your horson dead body. Heres a Scull
3362: now: this Scul, has laine in the earth three & twenty years.
Whose was it?
A whoreson mad Fellowes it was;
3365: Whose doe you thinke it was?
Nay, I know not.
A pestilence on him for a mad Rogue, a pour'd a
3368: Flaggon of Renish on my head once. This same Scull
3369: Sir, this same Scull sir, was Yoricks Scull, the Kings Iester.
Let me see. Alas poore Yorick, I knew him Ho-ratio,
3373: a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he
3374: hath borne me on his backe a thousand times: And how
3375: abhorred my Imagination is, my gorge rises at it. Heere
3376: hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft.
3377: Where be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your
3378: Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to
3379: set the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own
3380: Ieering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies
3381: Chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this
3382: fauour she must come. Make her laugh at that: pry-thee
3383: Horatio tell me one thing.
What's that my Lord?
Dost thou thinke Alexander lookt o'this fa-shion
3386: i'th' earth?
And smelt so? Puh.
E'ene so, my Lord.
To what base vses we may returne Horatio.
3391: Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of A-lexander,
3392: till he find it stopping a bunghole.
'Twere to consider: to curiously to consider so.
No faith, not a iot. But to follow him thether
3395: with modestie enough, & likeliehood to lead it; as thus.
3396: Alexander died: Alexander was buried: Alexander re-turneth
3397: into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make
3398: Lome, and why of that Lome (whereto he was conuer-ted)
3399: might they not stopp a Beere-barrell?
3400: Imperiall Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
3401: Might stop a hole to keepe the winde away.
3402: Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
3403: Should patch a Wall, t' expell the winters flaw.
3404: But soft, but soft, aside; heere comes the King.
3405: [ Enter King, Queene, Laertes, and a Coffin,
with Lords attendant]
3407: The Queene, the Courtiers. Who is that they follow,
3408: And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken,
3409: The Coarse they follow, did with disperate hand,
3410: Fore do it owne life; 'twas some Estate.
3411: Couch we a while, and mark.
What Cerimony else?
That is Laertes, a very Noble youth: Marke.
What Cerimony else?
Her Obsequies haue bin as farre inlarg'd.
3416: As we haue warrantie, her death was doubtfull,
3417: And but that great Command, o're-swaies the order,
3418: She should in ground vnsanctified haue lodg'd,
3419: Till the last Trumpet. For charitable praier,
3420: Shardes, Flints, and Peebles, should be throwne on her:
3421: Yet heere she is allowed her Virgin Rites,
3422: Her Maiden strewments, and the bringing home
3423: Of Bell and Buriall.
Must there no more be done ?
No more be done:
3426: We should prophane the seruice of the dead,
3427: To sing sage Requiem, and such rest to her
3428: As to peace-parted Soules.
Lay her i'th' earth,
3430: And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh,
3431: May Violets spring. I tell thee (churlish Priest)
3432: A Ministring Angell shall my Sister be,
3433: When thou liest howling?
What, the faire Ophelia?
Sweets, to the sweet farewell.
3436: I hop'd thou should'st haue bin my Hamlets wife:
3437: I thought thy Bride-bed to haue deckt (sweet Maid)
3438: And not t'haue strew'd thy Graue.
Oh terrible woer,
3440: Fall ten times trebble, on that cursed head
3441: Whose wicked deed, thy most Ingenious sence
3442: Depriu'd thee of. Hold off the earth a while,
3443: Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes:
3444: [ Leaps in the graue.]
3445: Now pile your dust, vpon the quicke, and dead,
3446: Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made,
3447: To o're top old Pelion, or the skyish head
3448: Of blew Olympus.
What is he, whose griefes
3450: Beares such an Emphasis? whose phrase of Sorrow
3451: Coniure the wandring Starres, and makes them stand
3452: Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
3453: Hamlet the Dane.
The deuill take thy soule.
Thou prai'st not well,
3456: I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;
3457: Sir though I am not Spleenatiue, and rash,
3458: Yet haue I something in me dangerous,
3459: Which let thy wisenesse feare. Away thy hand.
Pluck them asunder.
Good my Lord be quiet.
Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme.
3464: Vntill my eielids will no longer wag.
Oh my Sonne, what Theame?
I lou'd Ophelia; fortie thousand Brothers
3467: Could not (with all there quantitie of Loue)
3468: Make vp my summe. What wilt thou do for her?
Oh he is mad Laertes,
For loue of God forbeare him.
Come show me what thou'lt doe.
3472: Woo't weepe? Woo't fight? Woo't teare thy selfe?
3473: Woo't drinke vp Esile, eate a Crocodile?
3474: Ile doo't. Dost thou come heere to whine;
3475: To outface me with leaping in her Graue?
3476: Be buried quicke with her, and so will I.
3477: And if thou prate of Mountaines; let them throw
3478: Millions of Akers on vs; till our ground
3479: Sindging his pate against the burning Zone,
3480: Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, and thou'lt mouth,
3481: Ile rant as well as thou.
This is meere Madnesse:
3483: And thus awhile the fit will worke on him:
3484: Anon as patient as the female Doue,
3485: When that her Golden Cuplet are disclos'd;
3486: His silence will sit drooping.
Heare you Sir:
3488: What is the reason that you vse me thus?
3489: I lou'd you euer; but it is no matter:
3490: Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may,
3491: The Cat will Mew, and Dogge will haue his day. [ Exit.]
I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him,
3493: Strengthen your patience in our last nights speech,
3494: Wee'l put the matter to the present push:
3495: Good Gertrude set some watch ouer your Sonne,
3496: This Graue shall haue a liuing Monument:
3497: An houre of quiet shortly shall we see;
3498: Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [ Exeunt.]
3499: [ Enter Hamlet and Horatio.]
So much for this Sir; now let me see the other,
3501: You doe remember all the Circumstance.
Remember it my Lord?
Sir, in my heart there was a kinde of fighting,
3504: That would not let me sleepe; me thought I lay
3505: Worse then the mutines in the Bilboes, rashly,
3506: (And praise be rashnesse for it) let vs know,
3507: Our indiscretion sometimes serues vs well,
3508: When our deare plots do paule, and that should teach vs,
3509: There's a Diuinity that shapes our ends,
3510: Rough-hew them how we will.
That is most certaine.
Vp from my Cabin
3513: My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke,
3514: Grop'd I to finde out them; had my desire,
3515: Finger'd their Packet, and in fine, withdrew
3516: To mine owne roome againe, making so bold,
3517: (My feares forgetting manners) to vnseale
3518: Their grand Commission, where I found Horatio,
3519: Oh royall knauery: An exact command,
3520: Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason;
3521: Importing Denmarks health, and Englands too,
3522: With hoo, such Bugges and Goblins in my life,
3523: That on the superuize no leasure bated,
3524: No not to stay the grinding of the Axe,
3525: My head should be struck off.
Here's the Commission, read it at more leysure:
3528: But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed?
I beseech you.
Being thus benetted round with Villaines,
3531: Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines,
3532: They had begun the Play. I sate me downe,
3533: Deuis'd a new Commission, wrote it faire,
3534: I once did hold it as our Statists doe,
3535: A basenesse to write faire; and laboured much
3536: How to forget that learning: but Sir now,
3537: It did me Yeomans seriuce: wilt thou know
3538: The effects of what I wrote?
I, good my Lord.
An earnest Coniuration from the King,
3541: As England was his faithfull Tributary,
3542: As loue betweene them, as the Palme should flourish,
3543: As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare,
3544: And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities,
3545: And many such like Assis of great charge,
3546: That on the view and know of these Contents,
3547: Without debatement further, more or lesse,
3548: He should the bearers put to sodaine death,
3549: Not shriuing time allowed.
How was this seal'd?
Why, euen in that was Heauen ordinate;
3552: I had my fathers Signet in my Purse,
3553: Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale:
3554: Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other,
3555: Subscrib'd it, gau't th' impression, plac't it safely,
3556: The changeling neuer knowne: Now, the next day
3557: Was our Sea Fight, and what to this was sement,
3558: Thou know'st already.
So Guildensterne and Rosincrance, go too't.
Why man, they did make loue to this imployment
3561: They are not neere my Conscience; their debate
3562: Doth by their owne insinuation grow:
3563: 'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes
3564: Betweene the passe, and fell incensed points
3565: Of mighty opposites.
Why, what a King is this?
Does it not, thinkst thee, stand me now vpon
3568: He that hath kil'd my King, and whor'd my Mother,
3569: Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes,
3570: Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,
3571: And with such coozenage; is't not perfect conscience,
3572: To quit him with this arme? And is't not to be damn'd
3573: To let this Canker of our nature come
3574: In further euill.
It must be shortly knowne to him from England
3576: What is the issue of the businesse there.
It will be short,
3578: The interim's mine, and a mans life's no more
3579: Then to say one: but I am very sorry good Horatio,
3580: That to Laertes I forgot my selfe;
3581: For by the image of my Cause, I see
3582: The Portraiture of his; Ile count his fauours:
3583: But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me
3584: Into a Towring passion.
Peace, who comes heere?
3586: [ Enter young Osricke.]
Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke.
I humbly thank you Sir, dost know this waterflie?
No my good Lord.
Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
3591: know him: he hath much Land, and fertile; let a Beast
3592: be Lord of Beasts, and his Crib shall stand at the Kings
3593: Messe; 'tis a Chowgh; but as I saw spacious in the pos-session
3594: of dirt.
Sweet Lord, if your friendship were at leysure,
3596: I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty.
I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit; put
3598: your Bonet to his right vse, 'tis for the head.
I thanke your Lordship, 'tis very hot.
No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde is
It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed.
Mee thinkes it is very soultry, and hot for my
Exceedingly, my Lord, it is very soultry, as 'twere
3606: I cannot tell how: but my Lord, his Maiesty bad me sig-nifie
3607: to you, that he ha's laid a great wager on your head:
3608: Sir, this is the matter.
I beseech you remember.
Nay, in good faith, for mine ease in good faith:
3611: Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at
3612: his weapon.
What's his weapon?
Rapier and dagger.
That's two of his weapons; but well.
The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary hor-ses,
3617: against the which he impon'd as I take it, sixe French
3618: Rapiers and Poniards, with their assignes, as Girdle,
3619: Hangers or so: three of the Carriages infaith are very
3620: deare to fancy, very responsiue to the hilts, most delicate
3621: carriages, and of very liberall conceit.
What call you the Carriages?
The Carriages Sir, are the hangers.
The phrase would bee more Germaine to the
3625: matter: If we could carry Cannon by our sides; I would
3626: it might be Hangers till then; but on sixe Barbary Hor-ses
3627: against sixe French Swords: their Assignes, and three
3628: liberall conceited Carriages, that's the French but a-gainst
3629: the Danish; why is this impon'd as you call it?
The King Sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes be-tweene
3631: you and him, hee shall not exceed you three hits;
3632: He hath one twelue for mine, and that would come to
3633: imediate tryall, if your Lordship would vouchsafe the
How if I answere no?
I meane my Lord, the opposition of your person
3637: in tryall.
Sir, I will walke heere in the Hall; if it please
3639: his Maiestie, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
3640: the Foyles bee brought, the Gentleman willing, and the
3641: King hold his purpose; I will win for him if I can: if
3642: not, Ile gaine nothing but my shame, and the odde hits.
Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so?
To this effect Sir, after what flourish your na-ture
I commend my duty to your Lordship.
Yours, yours; hee does well to commend it
3648: himselfe, there are no tongues else for's tongue.
This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his
He did Complie with his Dugge before hee
3652: suck't it: thus had he and mine more of the same Beauty
3653: that I know the drossie age dotes on; only got the tune of
3654: the time, and outward habite of encounter, a kinde of
3655: yesty collection, which carries them through & through
3656: the most fond and winnowed opinions; and doe but blow
3657: them to their tryalls: the Bubbles are out.
You will lose this wager, my Lord.
I doe not thinke so, since he went into France,
3660: I haue beene in continuall practice; I shall winne at the
3661: oddes: but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere a-bout
3662: my heart: but it is no matter.
Nay, good my Lord.
It is but foolery; but it is such a kinde of
3665: gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman.
If your minde dislike any thing, obey. I will fore-stall
3667: their repaire hither, and say you are not fit.
Not a whit, we defie Augury; there's a speciall
3669: Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not
3670: to come: if it bee not to come, it will bee now: if it
3671: be not now; yet it will come; the readinesse is all, since no
3672: man ha's ought of what he leaues. What is't to leaue be-times?
3674: [ Enter King, Queene, Laertes and Lords, with other Atten-dants
with Foyles, and Gauntlets, a Table and
Flagons of Wine on it]
Come Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
Giue me your pardon Sir, I'ue done you wrong,
3679: But pardon't as you are a Gentleman.
3680: This presence knowes,
3681: And you must needs haue heard how I am punisht
3682: With sore distraction? What I haue done
3683: That might your nature honour, and exception
3684: Roughly awake, I heere proclaime was madnesse:
3685: Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Neuer Hamlet.
3686: If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away:
3687: And when he's not himselfe, do's wrong Laertes,
3688: Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it:
3689: Who does it then? His Madnesse? If't be so,
3690: Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd,
3691: His madnesse is poore Hamlets Enemy.
3692: Sir, in this Audience,
3693: Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill,
3694: Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts,
3695: That I haue shot mine Arrow o're the house,
3696: And hurt my Mother.
I am satisfied in Nature,
3698: Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most
3699: To my Reuenge. But in my termes of Honor
3700: I stand aloofe, and will no reconcilement,
3701: Till by some elder Masters of knowne Honor,
3702: I haue a voyce, and president of peace
3703: To keepe my name vngorg'd. But till that time,
3704: I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue,
3705: And wil not wrong it.
I do embrace it freely,
3707: And will this Brothers wager frankely play.
3708: Giue vs the Foyles: Come on.
Come one for me.
Ile be your foile Laertes, in mine ignorance,
3711: Your Skill shall like a Starre i'th' darkest night,
3712: Sticke fiery off indeede.
You mocke me Sir.
No by this hand.
Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke,
3716: Cousen Hamlet, you know the wager.
Verie well my Lord,
3718: Your Grace hath laide the oddes a'th' weaker side.
I do not feare it,
3720: I haue seene you both:
3721: But since he is better'd, we haue therefore oddes.
This is too heauy,
3723: Let me see another.
This likes me well,
3725: These Foyles haue all a length. [ Prepare to play.]
I my good Lord.
Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table:
3728: If Hamlet giue the first, or second hit,
3729: Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
3730: Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire,
3731: The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath,
3732: And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw
3733: Richer then that, which foure successiue Kings
3734: In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne.
3735: Giue me the Cups,
3736: And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake,
3737: The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without,
3738: The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth,
3739: Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,
3740: And you the Iudges beare a wary eye.
Come on sir.
Come on sir. [ They play.]
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Stay, giue me drinke.
3749: Hamlet, this Pearle is thine,
3750: Here's to thy health. Giue him the cup,
3751: [ Trumpets sound, and shot goes off.]
Ile play this bout first, set by a-while.
3753: Come: Another hit; what say you?
A touch, a touch, I do confesse.
Our Sonne shall win.
He's fat, and scant of breath.
3757: Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes,
3758: The Queene Carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Gertrude, do not drinke.
I will my Lord;
3762: I pray you pardon me.
It is the poyson'd Cup, it is too late.
I dare not drinke yet Madam,
3765: By and by.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
My Lord, Ile hit him now.
I do not thinke't.
And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
Come for the third.
3771: Laertes, you but dally,
3772: I pray you passe with your best violence,
3773: I am affear'd you make a wanton of me.
Say you so? Come on. [ Play.]
Nothing neither way.
Haue at you now.
3777: [ In scuffling they change Rapiers.]
Part them, they are incens'd.
Nay come, againe.
Looke to the Queene there hoa.
They bleed on both sides. How is't my Lord?
How is't Laertes?
Why as a Woodcocke
3784: To mine Sprindge, Osricke,
3785: I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie.
How does the Queene?
She sounds to see them bleede.
No, no, the drinke, the drinke.
3789: Oh my deere Hamlet, the drinke, the drinke,
3790: I am poyson'd.
Oh Villany! How? Let the doore be lock'd.
3792: Treacherie, seeke it out.
It is heere Hamlet.
3794: Hamlet, thou art slaine,
3795: No Medicine in the world can do thee good.
3796: In thee, there is not halfe an houre of life;
3797: The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand,
3798: Vnbated and envenom'd: the foule practise
3799: Hath turn'd it selfe on me. Loe, heere I lye,
3800: Neuer to rise againe: Thy Mothers poyson'd:
3801: I can no more, the King, the King's too blame.
The point envenom'd too,
3803: Then venome to thy worke.
3804: [ Hurts the King.]
O yet defend me Friends, I am but hurt.
Heere thou incestuous, murdrous,
3808: Damned Dane,
3809: Drinke off this Potion: Is thy Vnion heere?
3810: Follow my Mother. [ King Dyes.]
He is iustly seru'd.
3812: It is a poyson temp'red by himselfe:
3813: Exchange forgiuenesse with me, Noble Hamlet;
3814: Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee,
3815: Nor thine on me. [ Dyes.]
Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee.
3817: I am dead Horatio, wretched Queene adiew,
3818: You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance,
3819: That are but Mutes or audience to this acte:
3820: Had I but time (as this fell Sergeant death
3821: Is strick'd in his Arrest) oh I could tell you.
3822: But let it be: Horatio, I am dead,
3823: Thou liu'st, report me and my causes right
3824: To the vnsatisfied.
Neuer beleeue it.
3826: I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane:
3827: Heere's yet some Liquor left.
As th'art a man, giue me the Cup.
3829: Let go, by Heauen Ile haue't.
3830: Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name,
3831: (Things standing thus vnknowne) shall liue behind me.
3832: If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart,
3833: Absent thee from felicitie awhile,
3834: And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine,
3835: To tell my Storie.
3836: [ March afarre off, and shout within.]
3837: What warlike noyse is this?
3838: [ Enter Osricke.]
Yong Fortinbras, with conquest come fro[m] Poland
3840: To th' Ambassadors of England giues this warlike volly.
O I dye Horatio:
3842: The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit,
3843: I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England,
3844: But I do prophesie th' election lights
3845: On Fortinbras, he ha's my dying voyce,
3846: So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse,
3847: Which haue solicited. The rest is silence. O, o, o, o. [ Dyes]
Now cracke a Noble heart:
3849: Goodnight sweet Prince,
3850: And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest,
3851: Why do's the Drumme come hither?
3852: [ Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drumme,
Colours, and Attendants]
Where is this sight?
What is it ye would see;
3856: If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death,
3858: What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell.
3859: That thou so many Princes, at a shoote,
3860: So bloodily hast strooke.
The sight is dismall,
3862: And our affaires from England come too late,
3863: The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing,
3864: To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd,
3865: That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead:
3866: Where should we haue our thankes?
Not from his mouth,
3868: Had it th' abilitie of life to thanke you:
3869: He neuer gaue command'ment for their death.
3870: But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question,
3871: You from the Polake warres, and you from England
3872: Are heere arriued. Giue order that these bodies
3873: High on a stage be placed to the view,
3874: And let me speake to th' yet vnknowing world,
3875: How these things came about. So shall you heare
3876: Of carnall, bloudie, and vnnaturall acts,
3877: Of accidentall iudgements, casuall slaughters
3878: Of death's put on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
3879: And in this vpshot, purposes mistooke,
3880: Falne on the Inuentors head. All this can I
3881: Truly deliuer.
Let vs hast to heare it,
3883: And call the Noblest to the Audience.
3884: For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune,
3885: I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome,
3886: Which are to claime, my vantage doth
3887: Inuite me,
Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake,
3889: And from his mouth
3890: Whose voyce will draw on more:
3891: But let this same be presently perform'd,
3892: Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde,
3893: Lest more mischance
3894: On plots, and errors happen.
Let foure Captaines
3896: Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage,
3897: For he was likely, had he beene put on
3898: To haue prou'd most royally:
3899: And for his passage,
3900: The Souldiours Musicke, and the rites of Warre
3901: Speake lowdly for him.
3902: Take vp the body; Such a sight as this
3903: Becomes the Field, but heere shewes much amis.
3904: Go, bid the Souldiers shoote.
3905: [ Exeunt Marching: after the which, a Peale of
Ordenance are shot off]
3908: The tragedie of
3909: HAMLET, Prince of Denmarke