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And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in
And a most instant tetter* bark'd about,
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And shall I couple hell?-O fie!-Hold, hold, my heart;
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
In this distracted globe.** Remember thee?
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, [past,
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord,-
Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
Enter HORATIO and MARcellus.
Mar. How is't, my noble lord?
Hor. What news, my lord?
Ham. O wonderful!
Mar. Nor I, my lord.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
To tell us this.
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 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 encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
♦ Here and every where.
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As, Well, well, we know ;-or, We could, an if ace 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 do you swear, [you! So grace and mercy at your most need help Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you:
SCENE 1.-A Room in POLONIUS' House.
Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO.
Pol. Marry, Sir, here's my drift;
Your party in converse, him you would sound,
Rey. Very good, my lord.
Pol. And then, Sir, does he this,-He doesWhat was I about to say?-By the mass, was about to say something:-Where did I leave?
Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Pol. At, closes in the consequence,-Ay,
He closes with you thus:-I know the gentleI saw him yesterday, or t'other day, [man;
Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as Reynaldo.
Rey. I will, my lord.
There was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse;
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good There falling out at tennis: or, perchance,
Before you visit him, to make inquiry
Of his behaviour.
Rey. My lord, I did intend it.
Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you, Sir,
Inquire 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
But, if't be he I meun, he's
As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
Rey. As gaming, my lord.
I saw him enter such a house of sale,
Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
Pol. God be wi' you; fare you well.
Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
Pol. And let him play his music.
Pol. Farewell!-How now, Ophelia? what's the matter;
Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
Pol. With what, in the name of heaven?
Lord Hamlet,—with his doublet all unbrac'd;
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, As if he had been loosed out of hell,
Drabbing:-You may go so far.
Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. Pol. 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the
To speak of horrors, he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love?
Oph. My lord, I do not know;
But, truly, I do fear it.
Pol. What said he?
+That is to say. Hanging down like fetters.
And thrice his head thus waving up and
He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound,
Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did command,
I did repel his letters, and denied
Pol. That hath made him mad. [ment, I am sorry, that with better heed and judgeI had not quoted him; I fear'd, he did but trifle, [jealousy! And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my It seems, 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. Come. [Exeunt.
SCENE II-A Room in the Castle.
Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants.
King. 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, Since not the 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 the understanding of himself, I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, That,-being of so young days brought up with him; [humour,
And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and That you vouchsafe your rest here in our
Some little time: so by your companies
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,
Ros. Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty.
*Body. † Destroys 1 Observed, § Complaisance.
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main; His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and
King. Well, we shall sift him.-Welcome,
my good friends! [way? Say, Voltimand, what from our brother NorVolt. Most fair return of greetings and deUpon our first, he sent out to suppress [sires. 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:
That so his sickness, age, and impotence,
[Gives a Paper.
That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise; On such regards of safety, and allowance, As therein are set down.
King. It likes us well:
And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business.
Meantime, we thank you for your well-took | That she should lock herself from his resort,
Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
I will be brief: Your noble son is mad:
Queen. More matter, with less art.
Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
I have a daughter; have, while she is mine;
That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is
O dear Ophelia, 1 am ill at these numbers; 1 have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst
This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown
King. But how hath she
Pol. What do you think of me?
When I had seen this hot love on the wing,
Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
And my young mistress thus did I bespeak;
Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
King. Do you think, 'tis this?
Pol. Hath there been such a time, (I'd fain
That I have positively said, 'Tis so,
Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
If circumstances lead me, I will find
King. How may we try it further?
Pol. You know, sometimes he walks for hours together,
Here in the lobby.
Queen. So he does, indeed.
Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter
Be you and I behind an arras* then ;
Enter HAMLET, reading.
Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor
Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away;
Pol. Do you know me, my lord?
Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a
Pol. I have, my lord.
Ham. Let her not walk i'the sun: conception is a blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, friend, look to't.
Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.] 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 suffered much extremity for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.-What do you read, my lord?
Ham. Words, words, words!
Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
Ham. 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 of which, Sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, Sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward.
Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. [Aside.] Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
Ham. Into my grave?
Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.-How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.-My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
Ham. You cannot, Sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal; except my life, except my life, except my life. Pol. Fare you well, my lord. Ham. These tedious old fools!
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there
[TO POLONIUS. [Exit POLONIUS.
Ros. God save you, Sir! Guil. My honour'd lord!Ros. My most dear lord!Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. Guil. Happy, in that we are not overhappy; On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe?
Ros. Neither, my lord.
Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies; and our monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggars' shadows: Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason
Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.
Ham. 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?
Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occa
Ham. 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, come; deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.
Guil. What should we say, my lord? Ham. Any thing-but to the 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.
Ros. To what end, my lord?
Ham. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obliga tion 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?
Ros. What say you? [To GUILDENSTERN. Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you; [Aside.]-if you love me, hold not off. Guil. My lord, we were sent for.
cipation prevent your discovery, and your Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my antisecrecy 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 exer
Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in cises: and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my the middle of her favours?
Guil. 'Faith, her privates we.
Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What news?
Ros. None, my lord; but that the world is grown honest.
Ham. 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?
Guil. Prison, my lord!
Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one of the worst.
Ros. We think not so, my lord. Ham. 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.
Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind.
Ham. 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.
Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely
the shadow of a dream.
Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow. Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's
disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no work is man! How noble in reason! "how incongregation of vapours. What a piece of finite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me, nor woman neither; though, by your smiling, you seem to say so.
Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my thoughts.
Man delights not me?
Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight not in shall receive from you: we cotedt them on the man, what lenten entertainment the players way; and hither are they coming, to offer you
Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welthe adventurous knight shall use his foil, and come; his majesty shall have tribute of me: target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the tickled o'the sere; and the lady shall say her clown shall make those laugh, whose lungs are mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt-for't. -What players are they?