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And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in And curd, like eager droppings into nuilk,
all Denmark, The thin and wholesome blood : so did it But he's an arrant knave. mine;
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come And a most instant tetter* bark'd about,
from the grave, Most lazart-like, with vile and loathsome crust, To tell us this. All my smooth body.
Ham. Why, right; you are in the right; Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, And so, without more circumstance at all, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once des- I hold it fit, that we shake bands, and part: patch'd:1
You, as your business, and desire, shall point Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
you; Unhousel'd,s disappointed,ll unaneld;
every man hath business, and desire, No reckoning made, but sent to my account Such as it is,-and, for my own poor part, With all my imperfections on my head : Look you, I will go pray, 0, horrible! 0, horrible! most horrible! Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not ; Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; A couch for luxury and damned incest. 'Faith, heartily.
(yes, But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Hor. There's no offence, my lord. Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven,
[here,And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, And much offence too. Touching this vision To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you; once!
For your desire to know what is between as, The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, O’er-master it as you may. And now, good And gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
friends, Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. [Exit. As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Ham. ( all you host of heaven! O earth! Give me one poor request. What else?
Hor. What is't, my lord ? And shall I couple hell?-O fie !-Hold, hold, We will. my heart;
Ham. Never make known what you have And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
seen to-night. But bear me stiffly up!-Remember thee? Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not. Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a Ham. Nay, but swear't. seat
Hor. In faith, In this distracted globe.** Remember thee? My lord, not I. Yea, from the table of my memory
Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith. I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, (past, Ham. Upon my sword. All sawstt of books, all forms, all pressures Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already. That youth and observation copied there; Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. And thy commandment all alone shall live Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Within the book and volume of my brain, Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou Unmix'd with baser matter : yes, by heaven.
(age, O most pernicious woman!
Come on,-you hear this fellow in the cellarO villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! Consent to swear. My tables, 11-meet it is, I set it down,
Hor. Propose the oath, my lord. That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; Ham. Never to speak of this that you have At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark Swear by my sword.
(seen, [Writing. Ghost." (Beneath.] Swear. So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; Ham. Hic et ubique ? then we'll shift our It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me.
ground :I have sworn't.
Come hither gentlemen, Hor. [Within.) My lord, my lord,
And lay your hands again upon my sword: Mur. Within. Lord Hamlet,
Swear by my sword,. Hor. (Within. Heaven secure bim! Never to speak of this that you have heard. Ham. So be it?
Ghost. (Beneath.) Swear by his sword. Mar. (Within.) Illo, ho, ho, my lord !
Ham. Well said, old mole! canst work i'the Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come.
earth so fast?
A worthy pioneer !-Once more remove, good Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS.
friends, Mar. How is't, my noble lord ?
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous Hor. What news, my lord ?
strange! Ham. () wonderful !
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it Hor. Good my lord, tell it.
welcome. Ham. No;
There are more things in heaven and earth, You will reveal it.
Horatio, Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Mar. Nor I, my lord.
But come; Ham. How say you then; would heart of Here, as before, never, so help you mercy! man once think it?
How strange or odd soe'er I bear mysell, But you'll be secret,
As I, perchance, hereafter shall think meet Hor. Mar. Ay, by heaven, my lord.
To put an antic disposition on,
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Scab, scurf. + Leprous. Bereft
With arms encumber'd thus, or this beadWithout having received the sacrement. | Unappointed, unprepared.
shake, 1 Without extremne unction.
#* Head. | Sayings, sentences. 11 Memorandum Book.
Here and every where.
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, Rey. But, my good lord,--
I would know that.
Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift; That you know aught of me:- This do yon And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant: swear,
(you! You laying these slight sullies on my son, So grace and 'mercy at your most need help As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i’the working,
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear. Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit ! So, gen-Your party in converse, bim you would sound, tlemen,
Having ever seen in the prenominate* crimes, With all my love I do commend me to you : The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assur’d, And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
He closes with you in this consequence; May do, to express his love and friending to Good Sir, or so; or friend, or gentleman,you,
(ther; According to the phrase, or the addition, God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in toge- | Of man, and country. And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. Rey. Very good, my lord. The time is out of joint;-0 cursed spite! Pol. And then, Sir, does he this,-He doesThat ever I was born to set it right!
What was I about to say?-By the mass, I Nay, come, let's go together. [Exeunt. was about to say something:- Where did
Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Poi. At, closes in the consequence,-Ay, SCENE 1.-A Room in POLONIUS' House.
murry; Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.
He closes with you thus :- I know the gentle
I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, (man; Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, | Or then, or then ; with such, or such ; und, as Reynaldo.
you say, Rey. I will, my lord.
There was he guming; there o'ertook in his rouse; Poi. You shall do marvellous wisely, good Thure falling out at tennis : or, perchance, Reynaldo,
I suw him enter such a house of sale, Before you visit hiin, to make inquiry
(Videlicet,t a brothel,) or so forth.Of his behaviour.
See you now; Rey. My lord, I did intend it.
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth: Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, you, Sir,
With windlaces, and with assays of bias, Inquire me first what Danskers* are in Paris; | By indirections find directions out; And how, and who, what means, and where Só, by former lecture and advice, they keep,
Shall you my son: You have me, have you not? What company, at what expense; and finding, Rey. My lord, I have. By this encompassment and drift of question, Pol. God be wi' you; fare you well. That they do know my son, come you more Rey. Good my lord,
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself. Than your particular demands will touch it:
Rey. I shall, my lord. Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge Pol. And let him play his music. of him;
Rey. Well, my lord.
[Exit. As thus,-I know his father, and his friends, And, in part, him ;-Do you mark this, Rey.
Enter OPHELIA. naldo? Rey. Ay, very well, my lord.
Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia? what's Poi. And, in part, him;-but, you inay say,
the matter; not well:
Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so afBut, if't be he I meun,
frighted! rery wild; Addicted so and so ;-and there put on him
Pol. With what, in the name of heaven? What forgeries you please; marry, none so
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my clorank
Lord Hamlet,—with his doublet all unbrac'd; As may dishonour him; take heed of that; But, Sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, Ungarter'd, and down-gyvedī to his ankle;
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty.
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each
And with a look so piteous in purport, (other; Rey. As gaming, my lord. Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
As if he had been loosed out of hell, quarrelling, Drabbing :-You may go so far,
Pól. Mad for thy love? Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him.
Oph. My lord, I do not know; Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the But, truly, I do fear it. charge.
Pol. What said he? You must not put another scandal on him,
Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me That he is open to incontinency;
hard; That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; so quaintly,
And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, That they may seem the taints of liberty:
He falls to such perusal of my face, The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;
As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so; A savagenesst in unreclaimed blood,
At last,-a little shaking of mine arm, Of general assault.
* Already named
+ That is to say, Danes. # Wildness.
i Hanging down like fetters
And thrice his head thus waving up and Guil. But we both obey ; down,
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound, To lay our service freely at your feet, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,*
To be commanded. And end his being: That done, he lets me go: King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle And, with his head over his shoulder turn’d,
Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the My too much changed son.--Go, some of you,
Queen. Ay, amen! That does afflict our natures. I am sorry,
(Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERS, What, have you given him any hard words of
and some Attendants. late? Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did
Enter POLONIUS. command,
Pol. The embassadors from Norway, my I did repel his letters, and denied
good lord, His access to me.
Are joyfully return'd. Pol. That hath made him mad. (ment, King. Thou still hast been the father of good I am sorry, that with better heed and judge
news. I had not quotedt him; I fear'd, he did but Pol. Have I, my lord ? Assure you, my good trifle,
( jealousy! I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, (liege, And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my Both to my God, and to my gracious king : It seems, it is as proper to our age
And I do think, (or else this brain of mine To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions, Hunts not the trailt of policy so sure As it is common for the younger sort
As it hath us'd to do,) that I have found To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king: The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy, This must be known ; which, being kept close, King. O, speak of that; that I'do long to might move
hear. More grief to hide, than hate to utter love.
Pol. Give first admittance to the embassa. Come.
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle.
King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, GUILDEN- He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
[Erit POLONITS. STERN, and Attendants.
The head and source of all your son's distemKing. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main; Moreover that we much did long to see you,
His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. The need, we have to use you, did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and
CORNELIUS. Of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it, Since not the exterior nor the inward man King. Well, we shall sist him.-Welcome, Resembles that it was : What it should be,
my good friends!
(way? More than his father's death, that thus hath Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Nor.
Volt. Most fair return of greetings and deSo much from the understanding of himself, Upon our first, he sent out to suppress (sires. I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd That,-being of so young days brought up To be a preparation 'gainst the Polackis with him;
[humour, But, better look'd into, he truly found And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and it was against your highness : Whereat That you vouchsato your rest here in our griev'd,court
That so his sickness, age, and impotence, Some little time : so by your companies Was falsely borne in hand,ll-sends out arrests To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather, On Fortinbras ; which he, in brief, obeys; So much as from occasion you may glean, Receives rebuke from Norway; and, in fine, Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts bim Makes vow before his uncle, never more That, open'd, lies within our remedy. [thus, To give the assay of arms against your majesty. Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, of you;
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual see; And, sure I am, two men there are not living, And his conımission, to employ those soldiers, To whom he more adheres. If it will please So levied as before, against the Polack; you
With an entreaty, herein further shown, To show us so much gentry, 9 and good-will,
(Gires a Paper. As to expend your time with us a while, That it mnight please you to give quiet pass For the supply and profit of our hope,
Through your dominions for this enterprise; Your visitation shall receive such thanks On such regards of safety, and allowance, As fits a king's remembrance.
As therein are set down. Ros. Both your majesties
King. It likes us well : Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Put your dread pleasures more into command Answer, and think upon this business. Than to entreaty.
* Utmost exertion, Scent. I Desert * Body. + Destroys 1 Observed Complaisance.
|| Imposed on.
Meantime, we thank you for your well-took That she should lock herself from his resort, labour:
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: Which done, she took' the fruits of my advice; Most welcome home!
And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,) [E.reunt VOLTIMAND and Cornelius. Fell into a sadness; then into a fast; Pol. This business is well ended.
Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; My liege, and madam, to expostulate* Thence to a lightness; and, by this declensiou, What majesty should be, what duty is,
Into the madness wherein now be raves,
Queen. It may be, very likely.
That I have positively said, 'Tis so,
Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise: But let that go.
[Pointing to his Head and Shoulder. Queen. More matter, with less art.
If circumstances lead me, I will find Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. Where truth is hid, though it were bid indeed That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity;
Within the centre. And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure;
King. How may we try it further? But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Pol. You know, sometimes he walks for Mad let us grant him then: and now remains,
hours together, That we find out the cause of this effect;
Here in the lobby. Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;
Queen. So he does, indeed. For this effect, defective, comes by cause:
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
to him: Perpend.
Be you and I behind an arras* then ; I have a daughter; have, while she is mine;
Mark the encounter: if he love her not, Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
And be not from his reason fallen thereon, Hath given me this: Now gather and surmise. Let me be no assistant for a state, -To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most But keep a farm, and carters. beautifed Ophelia,
King. We will try it. That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is
Enter HAMLET, reading. a vile phrase; but you shall hear,—Thus: In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.
Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ?
wretch comes reading. Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away; faithful.
I'll boardt him presently:-0, give me leave.
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. Doubt thou, the stars are fire ;
[Reads. How does my good lord Hamlet?
Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy.
Pol. Do you know me, my lord ?
Ham. Excellent well, you are a fishmonger.
Pol. Not I, my lord. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I Ham. Then I would you were so honest a have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, О most best, believe it. Adieu.
Pol. Honest, my lord?
Ham. Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world this machine is to him, Hamlet. goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thou
sand. This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown And more above, hath his solicitings, (me:
Pol. That's very true, my lord. As they fell out by time, by means, and place, dog, being a god, kissing carrion, Have you
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead All given to mine ear. King. But how hath she
a daughter? Receiv'd his love?
Pol. I have, my lord.
Ham. Let her not walk i'the sun: concepPol. What do you think of me? King. As of a man faithful and honourable. tion is a blessing; but as your daughter may Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might
conceive, 5-friend, look to't. you think,
Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.] Still When I had seen this hot love on the wing,
harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me not As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, you, at first; he said, I was a fishmonger: He is far Before my daughter told me,) what might gone, far gone: and, truly in my youth I sufOr my dear majesty your queen here, think,
fered much extremity for love; very near this. If I had play'd the desk, or table-book;
I'll speak to him again. What do you read, Or given my heart a' working, mute and my lord ? dumb;
Ham. Words, words, words! Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
Pol. What is the matter, my lord ?
Ham. Between who? What might you think? no, I went roundt to work,
Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my
lord, And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere;
Ham. Slanders, Sir : for the satirical rogue This must not be: and then I precepts gave her, says here, that old men have grey beards; that
+ Accost. * Discuss. | Roundly, without reserye.
their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies; and thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that our monarchs, and outstretch'd beroes, the they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with beggars' shadows: Shall we to the court fer, most weak hams: All of which, Sir, though I by my fay, I cannot reason most powerfully and potently believe, yet I Roš. Guil. We'll wait upon you. hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; Ham. No such matter: I will not sort you for yourself, Sir, shall be as old as I am, if, with the rest of my servants; for, to speak to like a crab, you could go backward.
you like an honest man, I am most dreadfuliy Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's attended. But, in the beaten way of friend. method in it. [Aside.] Will you walk out of ship, what make you at Elsinore? the air, my lord ?
Rós. To visit you, my lord; no other occaHam. Into my grave?
sion. Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.-How Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in pregnant* sometimes his replies are! a happi- thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear frieous, ness that often madness hits on, which reason my thanks are too dear, a halfpenny.. Were and sanityt could not so prosperously be de- you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is livered of. I will leave him, and suddenly it a free visitation ? Come, come; deal jusuz contrive the means of meeting between him and with me: come, come; nay, speak. my daughter.-My honourable lord, I will Guil. What should we say, my lord ? most humbly take my leave of you.
Ham. Auy thing—but to the purpose. Yos Ham. You cannot, Sir, take from me any were sent for; and there is a kind of confes. thing that I will more willingly part withal; sion in your looks, which your modesties have except my life, except my life, except my life. not craft enough to colour: I know, the good Pol. Fare you well, my lord.
king and queen have sent for you. Ham. These tedious old fools!
Ros. To wbąt end, my lord ?
Ham. That you must teach me. But let me Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; theretion of our ever-preserved love, and by what
by the consonancy of our youth, by the obliga. he is. Ros. God save you, Sir!
more dear a better proposer could charge you [Exit POLONIUS.
withal, be even and direct with me, whether Guil. My honour'd lord !
you were sent for, or no ?
Ros. What say you? [To GUILDENSTERN, Ros. My most dear lord !
Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you; Hum. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Åh, Rosencrantz! Good [Aside.)- if you love me, hold not off. lads, how do ye both ?
Guil. My lord, we were sent for. Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. cipation prevent your discovery; and your
Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my antiGuil. Happy, in that we are not overhappy; On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe?
I have of late, (but, wherefore, I know pot,) Ros. Neither, my lord.
lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exerHam. Then you live about her waist, or in cises: and, indeed, it goes so heavily with
my the middle of her favours?
disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, Guil. ’Faith, her privates we.
seems to me a steril promontory; this most Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave true; she is a strumpet. What news? Ros. None, my lord; but that the world is other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent
fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no grown honest. Ham. Then is doomsday near : But your work is man! How noble in reason! how in
congregation of vapours. What a piece of news is not true. Let me question more in finite in faculties! in form, and moving, how particular: What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she express and admirable! in action, how like an
angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the sends you to prison hither ? Guil. Prison, my lord!
beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! Ham. Denmark's a prison.
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of Ros. Then is the world one.
dust? man delights not me, nor woman nei. Ham. A goodly one; in which there are ther; though, by your smiling, you seem to
say so. many confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one of the worst.
Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my Ros. We think not so, my lord.
thoughts. Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there Man delights not me?
Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it shall receive from you: we cotedt them on the
what lenten* entertainment the players one; 'tis too narrow for your mind. Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nut-way; and hither are they coming, to offer you
service. shell, and count myself a king of infinite
Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welspace; were it not that I have bad dreams. Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; the adventurous knight shall use his foil, and
come; his majesty shall have tribute of me: for the very substance of the ambitious is merely target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the hu. the shadow of a dream. Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.
morous man shall end his part in peace; the Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy tickled o’the sere; and the lady shall say her
clown shall make those laugh, whose lungs are and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's mind freely, or the blank verse shall balt-for't. shadow.
-What players are they ? . Ready, apt. † Soundness of mind.