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No, you will reveal it. Not I, my lord, by heaven! Nor I, my lord. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Why, right! You are in the right! And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part; You, as your business and desires shall point you, For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is; and for my own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray.
These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; Yes, faith, heartily. There's no offence, my lord. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offence too. Touching this vision here, It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request.
What is't, my lord? We will. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Nay, but swear't. In faith, My lord, not I. Nor I, my lord- in faith.
Upon my sword. We have sworn, my lord, already. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost cries under the stage. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny? Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage. Consent to swear. Propose the oath, my lord. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Hic et ubique?
Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, And lay your hands again upon my sword. Never to speak of this that you have heard: Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? Once more remove, good friends. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on , That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me- this is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
So, gentlemen, With all my love I do commend me to you; And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t' express his love and friending to you, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
I will, my lord. You shall do marvell's wisely, good Reynaldo, Before You visit him, to make inquire Of his behaviour. My lord, I did intend it. Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it.
Ay, very well, my lord. As gaming, my lord. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing. You may go so far. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge. You must not put another scandal on him, That he is open to incontinency. That's not my meaning. But breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault.
But, my good lord- Polonius. Wherefore should you do this? Ay, my lord, I would know that. Marry, sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of warrant. Very good, my lord. And then, sir, does 'a this- 'a does- What was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something! Where did I leave? At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and gentleman. At 'closes in the consequence'- Ay, marry! He closes thus: I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then, with such or such; and, as you say, There was 'a gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; There falling out at tennis'; or perchance, 'I saw him enter such a house of sale,' Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
See you now- Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out.
So, by my former lecture and advice, Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? My lord, I have. God b' wi' ye, fare ye well! Good my lord! Observe his inclination in yourself. I shall, my lord. And let him ply his music. Well, my lord. What's the matter? O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! With what, i' th' name of God?
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle; Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors- he comes before me.
Mad for thy love? My lord, I do not know, But truly I do fear it. What said he? He took me by the wrist and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Long stay'd he so. That done, he lets me go, And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me.
Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. I am sorry. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. That hath made him mad. I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy! By heaven, it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion.
Come, go we to the King. This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending.
Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. So I call it, Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of.
I entreat you both That, being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour, That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time; so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus That, open'd, lies within our remedy. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres.
If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will As to expend your time with us awhile For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance.
Both your Majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded.
Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Ay, amen! Enter Polonius. Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king; And I do think- or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do- that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
O, speak of that! That do I long to hear. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. I doubt it is no other but the main, His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Well, we shall sift him. Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway? Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But better look'd into, he truly found It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys, Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty.
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the Polack; With an entreaty, herein further shown, [Gives a paper. It likes us well; And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business.
Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that go. More matter, with less art. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: A foolish figure! But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then.
And now remains That we find out the cause of this effect- Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Now gather, and surmise. But you shall hear. Came this from Hamlet to her? Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful.
But how hath she Receiv'd his love? What do you think of me? As of a man faithful and honourable. I would fain prove so.
But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me , what might you, Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk or table book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, Or look'd upon this love with idle sight?
What might you think? No, I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: This must not be. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice, And he, repulsed, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for.
Do you think 'tis this? Not that I know. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. How may we try it further? You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby.
So he does indeed. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. Be you and I behind an arras then. If he love her not, And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters.
We will try it. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Away, I do beseech you, both away I'll board him presently. O, give me leave. Well, God-a-mercy. Do you know me, my lord?
Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. Not I, my lord. Then I would you were so honest a man. Honest, my lord? Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand. That's very true, my lord.
For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion- Have you a daughter? I have, my lord. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't. Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again. Words, words, words.
What is the matter, my lord? Between who? I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward.
Into my grave? Indeed, that is out o' th' air. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Fare you well, my lord. These tedious old fools! You go to seek the Lord Hamlet.
There he is. Exit [Polonius]. My honour'd lord! My most dear lord! My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? As the indifferent children of the earth. Happy in that we are not over-happy.
Nor the soles of her shoe? Neither, my lord. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours? Faith, her privates we. In the secret parts of Fortune? What news? None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true.
Let me question more in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune 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 confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. We think not so, my lord. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
To me it is a prison. Why, then your ambition makes it one. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
A dream itself is but a shadow. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.
Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak. What should we say, my lord? Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour.
I know the good King and Queen have sent for you. To what end, my lord? That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. My lord, we were sent for. I will tell you why.
So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't.
What players are they? Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the tragedians of the city. How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so follow'd? No indeed are they not. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages so they call them that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and dare scarce come thither.
What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players as it is most like, if their means are no better , their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession.
Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. Is't possible? O, there has been much throwing about of brains. Do the boys carry it away? Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little.
There are the players. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th' appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players which I tell you must show fairly outwards should more appear like entertainment than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceiv'd. In what, my dear lord?
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. Well be with you, gentlemen! Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer! That great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts. Happily he's the second time come to them; for they say an old man is twice a child.
I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome- Polonius. The actors are come hither, my lord. Buzz, buzz! Upon my honour- Hamlet. Then came each actor on his ass- Polonius. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral; scene individable, or poem unlimited.
Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men. Exit Marcellus Holla! Bernardo Say, What, is Horatio there? Horatio A piece of him. Bernardo Welcome, Horatio: Marcellus What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Bernardo I have seen nothing. Marcellus Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night; That if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Horatio Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Download Links for 'Hamlet': Categories All ebooks. About F. Contact Donate. Polonius What a treasure had he, my lord? Hamlet Nay, that follows not. Polonius What follows, then, my lord?
I am glad to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, old friend! Why, thy face is valenced since I saw thee last. What, my young lady and mistress! Hamlet I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted, or, if it was, not above once, for the play, I remember, pleased not the million. Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! Say on: Prithee, no more. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
Polonius My lord, I will use them according to their desert. The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Polonius Come, sirs. Hamlet Follow him, friends.
First Player Ay, my lord. Hamlet Very well. Follow that lord — and look you mock him not. You are welcome to Elsinore. Rosencrantz Good my lord!
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! And all for nothing! For Hecuba! What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing — no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made.
Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? Tweaks me by the nose? O, vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murdered, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must like a whore unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing like a very drab, A scullion! About, my brains! Hum — I have heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaimed their malefactions.
The spirit that I have seen May be a devil, and the devil hath power unnatural, devoid of natural feeling courageous, splendid open, unload whore attend to it, do it? Rosencrantz He does confess he feels himself distracted,5 But from what cause he will by no means speak. Gertrude Did he receive you well? Rosencrantz Most like a gentleman.
Guildenstern But with much forcing9 of his disposition. Rosencrantz Niggard of question,10 but of our demands11 Most free in his reply. Gertrude Did you assay him 12 To any pastime? Of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it. They are about15 the court And, as I think, they have already order16 This night to play before him.
Rosencrantz We shall, my lord. Gertrude I shall obey you. So shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way27 again, To both your honors. Ophelia Madam, I wish it may. We are oft to blame33 in this: How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
O heavy burden! I pray you now receive them. Hamlet No, not I I never gave you aught. Ophelia My honored lord, you know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath composed70 As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost, Take these again, for to the noble71 mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord. Are you honest? Ophelia My lord? Hamlet That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to73 your beauty. Ophelia Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce74 than with honesty? Hamlet Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 a very formal, aloof acknowledgment in part an answer to her query? Ophelia Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
Hamlet You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock79 but we shall relish of it. Ophelia I was the more deceived. Hamlet Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? What should such fellows as I do,83 crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,84 all: Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Ophelia At home, my lord. Ophelia O, help him, you sweet heavens! Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters86 you87make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Ophelia O heavenly powers, restore him! God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. I say, we will have no mo94 marriage. Those that are married already — all but one95 — shall live. The rest shall keep96 as they are.
To a nunnery, go. Polonius It shall do well. But yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love. You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said: We heard it all. Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. But if you mouth it2 as many of your players3 do, I had as lief 4 the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw5 the air too much with your hand — thus — but use all gently,6 for in the very torrent, tempest, and — as I may say — the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
First Player I warrant14 your honor. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly — not to speak it profanely23 — 12 a violent character in the Mystery Plays, biblical folk-dramas popular in England, thirteenth—sixteenth centuries 13 ruler of Galilee, who presided at the trial of Jesus: Hamlet O, reform it altogether.
And let those that play your 35 27 speak no more than is set down for them, for there clowns be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren28 spectators to laugh too, though, in the meantime, some necessary question29 of the play be then to be considered. Go, make you ready. Will the king hear this piece of work? Polonius And the queen too, and that presently.
Hamlet to Polonius Bid the players make haste. Rosencrantz Ay, my lord. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd35 pomp, And crook the pregnant36 hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,48 Even with the very comment49 of thy soul Observe mine uncle. You cannot feed capons61 so. These words are not mine. Polonius That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.
Polonius I did enact Julius Caesar. Hamlet It was a brute part of him to kill so capital65 a calf there. They stay upon your patience. Gertrude Come hither, my dear Hamlet. Sit by me. Hamlet approaches Ophelia No, good mother. Do you mark that? I mean, my head upon your lap? Ay, my lord. Do you think I meant country matters? What is, my lord? Hamlet Who, I? Ophelia Ay, my lord. Hamlet O God, your only jig-maker. Hamlet So long? Die two months ago, and not forgotten yet?
Hamlet Marry, this is miching mallecho. Ophelia Belike this show imports the argument89 of the play. Ophelia You are naught,92 you are naught: Prologue For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping93 to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
In second husband let me be accurst! A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed. Player King I do believe you think what now you speak, But what we do determine oft we break. What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy: Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament: Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend, For who not needs shall never lack a friend, And who in want a hollow friend doth try Directly seasons him his enemy. But orderly to end where I begun, Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown: Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. If she should break it now! Sweet, leave me here awhile. My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.
Gertrude The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Claudius Have you heard the argument? Claudius What do you call the play? You shall see anon. Your Majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the galled jade wince: Ophelia You are as good as a chorus, my lord. Leave thy damnable faces, and begin. The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. Ophelia The king rises. Claudius Give me some light. Polonius Lights, lights, lights!
So runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers — if the rest of my fortunes Turk with me — with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players? Hamlet A whole one, I. Didst perceive? Horatio Very well, my lord. I did very well note him. Ah, ha! Come, some music!
Come, the recorders! Hamlet Sir, a whole history. Guildenstern Is in his retirement marvellous distempered. Guildenstern No, my lord, rather with choler. Hamlet You are welcome. Guildenstern Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. Hamlet Sir, I cannot.
Rosencrantz What, my lord? Hamlet Make you a wholesome answer. But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command — or, rather, as you say, my mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter. My mother, you say — Rosencrantz Then thus she says: Hamlet We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Rosencrantz My lord, you once did love me. Hamlet So I do still, by these pickers and stealers. Hamlet Sir, I lack advancement. Let me see one.
Will you play upon this pipe? Guildenstern My lord, I cannot. Hamlet I pray you. Guildenstern Believe me, I cannot. Hamlet I do beseech you. Guildenstern I know no touch of it, my lord. Look you, these are the stops.
Guildenstern But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony. Hamlet Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me!
You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to to get upwind of me from hunting: Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.
Polonius My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently. Hamlet Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet Or like a whale. Polonius Very like a whale. Polonius I will say so. Now could I drink hot blood And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Now to my mother. O heart, lose not thy nature. Let me be cruel, not unnatural.
I will speak daggers to her, but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. I your commission will forthwith dispatch,3 And he to England shall along with you. The terms of our estate4 may not endure 5 Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow Out of his brows. Guildenstern We will ourselves provide. It is a massy wheel, Fixed on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortised and adjoined,13 which when it falls, Each small annexment petty consequence!
Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general15 groan. Claudius Arm16 you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage, For we will fetters17 put upon this fear, Which now goes too free-footed. Rosencrantz, Guildenstern We will haste us. Thanks, dear my lord. Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp23 as will. But O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? What then? Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom41 black as death! Make assay! All may be well. That would be scanned. O, this is hire and salary,49 not revenge. My mother stays: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Look you lay home to him. Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, And that your grace hath screened1 and stood between Much heat2 and him.
Hamlet within Mother, mother, mother! Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. Come, come, you answer with an idle7 tongue. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Why, how now,8 Hamlet! You shall not budge. Gertrude What wilt thou do? Help, ho! Polonius behind the arras What, ho! Help, help, help! Hamlet drawing his sword How now! A rat? Gertrude behind O, I am slain! O me, what hast thou done?
Hamlet Nay, I know not. Is it the king? Gertrude O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Hamlet A bloody deed? Almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother. I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune. Gertrude Ay me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? This was your husband. Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed40 ear, Blasting his wholesome41 brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed And batten on this moor?
Proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,56 Since frost itself as actively doth burn57 And reason panders will. These words like daggers enter in mine ears.
Hamlet A murderer and a villain, A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord64 — a Vice65 of kings, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,66 That from a shelf the precious diadem67 stole And put it in his pocket — Gertrude No more! O, say! This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Conceit74 in weakest bodies strongest works.
Speak to her, Hamlet. Hamlet How is it with you, lady? Hamlet On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares! His form and cause conjoined,83 preaching to stones, Would make them capable. Hamlet Do you see nothing there? Gertrude Nothing at all. Yet all that is89 I see. Hamlet Nor did you nothing hear? Gertrude No, nothing but ourselves.
Hamlet Why, look you there! Look how it90 steals away! My father, in his habit as he lived! Hamlet Ecstasy? My pulse as yours doth temperately93 keep time, And makes as healthful music.
It is not madness That I have uttered. Forgive me this my virtue, For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg — Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. Hamlet O, throw away the worser part of it And live the purer with the other half. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy, For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either [.
For this same lord, pointing to Polonius I do repent, but heaven hath pleased it so, To punish me with this and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. So again, good night. I must be cruel, only to be kind. Thus bad begins and worse remains behind. Gertrude What shall I do? Hamlet I must to England. You know that? Alack, Gertrude I had forgot. Mother, good night.
Indeed, this counsellor Is now most still, most secret and most grave, Who was in life a foolish, prating knave. Good night, mother. These profound heaves1 You must translate: Where is your son? Gertrude to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Bestow2 this place on us a little while. Claudius What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? Gertrude Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend Which is the mightier.
Claudius O heavy deed! It had been so with us, had we4 been there. His liberty is full of threats to all, To you yourself, to us, to everyone. Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answered? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrained and out of haunt5 This mad young man. Where is he gone? Claudius O Gertrude, come away! Go seek him out. Speak fair,14 and bring the body Into the chapel.
O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. Rosencrantz, Guildenstern from within Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! Hamlet But soft, what noise? O, here they come. Hamlet Do not believe it. Rosencrantz Believe what? Hamlet That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! Rosencrantz Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Hamlet I am glad of it: Rosencrantz My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the King. Hamlet Of nothing.
Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all 10 after. How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! Yet must not we put the strong1 law on him: To bear5 all smooth and even, This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance6 are relieved, Or not at all. What hath befallen? Rosencrantz Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord, We cannot get from him. Claudius But where is he? Bring in the lord. Hamlet At supper. Claudius At supper?
Your10 worm 20 is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else11 to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service12 — two dishes, but to one table. Claudius What dost thou mean by this? Claudius Where is Polonius? Hamlet In heaven. Send thither to see.
Therefore prepare thyself. Hamlet For England? Claudius Ay, Hamlet.