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Yea, from the table of my memory
Here, as before, never, so help you merey ! I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, As I, perchance, hereafter shall thiok meet That youth and observation copied there;
To put an antic disposition on,And thy commandment all alone shall live
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, Within the book and volume of my brain,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake, Unmix'd with baser matter : yes, by heaven. Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, O most pernicious woman !
As, Well, well, we know ;-or, We could, an if we O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain !
would ;--or, If we list to speak ;-or, There be, an if My tablet,-ineet it is, I set it down,
they might That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; Or such ambiguous giving out to note At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark : That you know aught of me:- This do you swear,
( Writing. So grace and mercy at your most need help you ! So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
Ghost. ( Beneath) Swear. It is, Adieu, adieu, remember me.
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, I have sworn't.
With all my love I do commend me to you: Hor. [Within] My lord, my lord,
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is Mar. ( Within] Lord Hamlet,
May do, to express his love and friending to you, Hor. Within)
Heaven secure him ! God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together ; Ham.
So he it! And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. Mar. [Within) Illo, ho, ho, my lord!
The time is out of joint;-o cursed spite, Ham. Billo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come. That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
(Eseunt. Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Mar. How is't, my noble lord ? Hor. W bat news, my lord !
ACT II. Ham. O wonderful !
SCENEI. A Room in Polonius's House. Hor.
Good, my lord, tell it. Ham.
Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. You will reveal it.
Pol. Give him this money, and these notes, ReyHor. Not I, my lord, by heaven. Rey. I will, my lord.
Nor I, my lord.
Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely, good ReyHam. How say you then! would heart of inan once Before you visit him, to make inquiry Coaldo, But you'll be secret,
[think it !- of his behaviour. Hor, Mar. Ay, by heaven, my lord.
My lord, I did intend it. Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Den- Pol. Marry, well said: very well said. Look you,sir, But he's an arrant koave.
[mark, Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris ; Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, To tell us this.
(grave, What company, at what expense; and finding, Ham. Why, right; yon are in the right; By this encompassment and drift of question, And so, without more circonstance at all,
That they do know my son, come you more nearer I hold it tit, that we shake hands, and part: Than your particular
demands will touch it: You, as your business, and desire, shall point you ;- Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; For every man hath business, and desire,
As thus, I know his father, and his friends, Such as it is,--and, for my own pour part,
And, in part, him ;-Do you mark this, Reynaldo ? Look you, I will go pray.
[lord. Rey. Ay, very well, my lord. Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, iny Pol. And, in part, kim;--but, you may say, not
Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes, But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild; (well 'Faith, heartily.
Addicted so und 80 ; and there put on him
What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
As are companions noted and most known
As gaming, my lord.
Pol. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelGive me one poor request.
Drabbing :-You may go so far.
What is't, my lord ? Rey. My lord, that would dishonour him. We will.
(night. Poi. 'Faith no; as you may season it in the charge. Ham. Never make known what you have seen to You must not put another scandal on him, Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not.
That he is open to incontinency; Ham.
Nay, but swear't. That's not iny meaning: but breathe his faults so
In faith, That they may seen the taints of liberty : [quaintly, My lord, not I.
The flash and out-break of a fiery mind;
A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
of general assault. Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already. Rey.
But, my good lord, Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
Pol. Wherefore should you do this ? Ghost. [Beneath] Swear.
Ay, my lord, Ham. Ha, ha, boy ! say'st thou so 1 art thou there, I would know that. true-penny?
Marry, sir, here's my drift; Come on,--you hear this fellow in the cellarage, And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant : Consent to swear.
You laying these slight sullies ou my son, Hor.
Propose the oath, my lord. As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'the working, Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, Swear by my sword.
Your party iv converse, him you would sound, Ghost. ( Beneath) Swear.
Having ever seen in the predominate crimes, Ham. Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground:- The youth you breathe of, guilty, be assurd, Come hither, gentlemen,
He closes with you in this consequence ; And lay your hands again upon my sword;
Good sir, or so or friend, or gentleman, Swear by my sword,
According to the phrase, or the addition, Never to speak of this that you have heard,
Of man, and country. Ghost. ( Beneath] Swear by his sword.
Very good, my lord. Ham. Well said, old mole! canst work i'the earth Pol. And then, sir, does he this, -He does-- What so fast?
was I about to say?--By the pass, I was about to say A worthy pioneer |--Once more remove, good friends. something :-Where did I leave 1
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Rey. At, closes in the consequence.
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. Pol. At, closes in the consequence,-Ay, marry ; There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, He closes with you thas :- I know the gentleman ; Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
I save him yesterday, or l'other day,
(say, But come
Or then, or ther;
with such, or such; and, as you
here was he gaming; there o'ertook in his rouse; Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, here falling out at tennis : or, perchance,
That, open'a, lies within our remedy. saw him enter such a house of sale,
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; (Videlicit, a brothel), or so forth.
And, sure I am, two men there are not living, See you now
To whom he more ad heres. If it will please you Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth : To show us so much gentry and good will, And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
As to expend your time with us a while, With windlaces, and with assays of bias,
For the supply and protit of our hope, By indirections find directions out,
Your visitation shall receive snch thanks So, by my former lecture and advice,
As fits a king's remembrance. Sball you my son : You have me, have you not? Ros.
Both your majesties Rey. My lord, I have.
Might, by the sovereign power you bave of us, Pol.
God be wi' you; fare you well. Pot your dread pleasures more into command Rey. Good my lord,
Thas to entreaty Pol. Observe his inclination in yourself.
But we both obey; Rey. I shall, my lord.
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, Pol. And let him ply his music.
To lay our service freely at your feet, Rey.
Well, my lord. To be commanded.
[Exit. King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle GuildenEnter Ophelia.
[crantz: Pol. Farewell !-How now, Ophelia ? what's the Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosenmatter?
And I beseech you instantly to visit
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
Pleasant and helpful to bim
(tices, No hat upon his head ; his stockings foal'a,
Ay, amen! Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle ;
(Eseunt Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and some Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
Attendants. And with a look so piteous in purport,
Enter Polonius. As if he had been loosed out of bell,
Pol. The embassadors from Norway, my good lord, To speak of horrors,-he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love?
Are joyfully return'd.
King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. Opk. My lord, I do not know;
Pol. Have I, my lord ? Assure you, my good liege, But, truly, I do fear it.
I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
What said he?
Both to my God, and to my gracious king :
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
As it hath as'd to do), that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. And thrice his head thus waving ap and down,
Pol. Give first admittance to the embassadors; He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound,
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
King. Tbyself do grace to them, and bring them in. As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
[Exit Polonius, And end his being : That done, he lets me go: He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found And, with his head over his shoulder tarn'd,
The head and source of all your son's distemper. He seem'd to tind his way without his eyes ;
Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main ; For out o'doors he went withoat their helps,
His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. And, to the last, bended their light on me, Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand, and Cornelius. This is the very ecstasy of love;
King. Well, we shall sist him.--Welcome, my good Whose violent property foredoes itself,
friends! And leads the will to desperate undertakings, Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? As oft as any passion under heaven,
volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires. That does afflict our natures. I am sorry,
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
Oph. No, my good lord ; bui as you did command, To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
Bat, better look'd into, he truly found His access to me.
It was against your big hness : Whereat griev'd, Pol.
That bath made him mad. That so his sickness, age, and impotence,
Makes vow before his uncle, never more
To give the assay of arms against your majesty. As it is common for the younger sort
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king: Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee; This must be known; which, being kept close, might And his commission, to employ those soldiers, More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. [move So levied as before, against the Polack : Come. [Exeunt. With an entreaty, herein further shown,
[Gives a Paper. SCENE II. A Room in the Castle.
That it might please you to give quiet pass Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Through your dominions, for this enterprise ; and Attendants.
On such regards of safety, and allowance,
It likes us well;
And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read, Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Answer, and think upon this business. of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it,
Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour : Since not the exterior nor the inward man
Go to your rest : at night we'll feast together : Resembles that it was : What it shonld be,
Most welcome home! (Exeunt volt. and Cor. More than his father's death, that thus hath pat him Pol.
This business is well ended. So much from the understanding of himself, My liege, and madam, to expostulate I cannot dream of: 1 entreat yon both,
What majesty should be, what duty is, That-being of so young days brought up with him; Why day is day, night night, and time is time, And, since, so neighbour'd to his youth and humour, were notbing but to waste nigbt, day, and time. That you vouehsafe your rest here in our court Therefore,-since brevity is the soul of wit, Some little time : so by your companies
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,To draw him on to pleasures : and to gather,
I will be brief: Your noble son is mad : So much as from occasion you may glean,
Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else bat mad ?
Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy. But let that go.
Pol. Do you know me, my lord ! Queen. More matter, with less art.
Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
Pol. Not I, my lord. That he is mad, 'tis true : 'tis true, 'tis pity ;
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure ;
Pol. Honest, my lord? But farewell it, for I will use no art.
Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, 2
to be one man picked out of ten thousand. That we find out the cause of this effect;
Pol. That's very true, my lord. Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead For this effect, defective, comes by cause :
dog, being a god, kissing carrion, ---Have you a Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
daughter ? Perpend.
Pol. I have, my lord. I have a daughter; have, while she is mine;
Ham. Let her not walk i'the sun : conception is a Who in her duty and obedience, mark,
blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, -friend, Hath given me this: Now gather, and surmise, look to't. -To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beau- Pol. How say you by that ? [ Aside] Still larping Ophelia,
(tified on my daughter :-yet he knew me not at first; he That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase ; beautified is a said, I was a tishuonger : He is far gone, far gone : vile phrase ; but you shall hear.---Thus :
and, truly, in my youth I suffered much extremity In her excellent white bosom, these, 8c. for love; very near this. I'll speak to him again, Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ?
What do you read, my lord ? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.- Ham. Words, words, words! Doubt thou, the stars are fire;
[Reads. Pol. W bat is the matter, my lord ! Doubt, that the sun doth move;
Hai. Between who? Doubt truth to be a liar;
Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. But never doubt, I love.
Ham. Slanders, sir : for the satirical rogue says O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers ; I have here, that old men have gray beards; that their faces not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee are wrinkled ; their eyes purging thick amber, and best, О most best, believe it. Adieu,
plum-tree gum; and that ibey have a plentiful lack Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this of wit, together with most weak hams: All of which,
machine is to him, HAMLET. sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, This, in obedience, bath my daughter shown me : get I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; And more above, hath his solicitings,
for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, like a As they fell out by time, by means, and place, crab, you could go backward. All given to mine ear.
Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method King. But how hath she
in it. Aside] Will you walk out of the air, my lord ? Receiv'd bis love?
Hom. Into my grave ? Pol.
What do you think of me? Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.-How pregnant King. As of a man faithful and honourable. sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often
Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not When I had seen this love hot on the wing (think, so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between Before my daughter told me), what might you, him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will Or my dear majesty your queen bere, think, most bumbly take my leave of you. If I had play'd the desk or table-book ;
Hlam. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; I will more willingly part withal; except my life, Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
except my life, except my life. What might you think? no, I went round to work. Pol. Fare you well, my lord. And my young mistress thus did I bespeak;
Ham. These tedious old fools !
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there he is. Admit no messengers, receive po tokens.
Ros. God save you, sir! [To Pol. Exit Pol. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; Guil. My honour'd lord ! And he, repulsed (a short tale to make),
Ros. My most dear lord ! Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;
Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thon, Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; Guildenstern ? Ah, Rosencrantz ! Good lads, how do Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension,
ye both! Into the madness wherein now he raves,
Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. And all we mourn for.
Guil, Happy, in that we are not over happy; King.
Do you think, 'tis this? On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Queen. It may be, very likely.
Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe? Pol, Hath there been such a time (I'd fain know Kos. Neither, my lord. That I have positively said, 'Tis so, (that), Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the When it prov'd otherwise !
middle of her favours 1 King. Not that I know.
Guil. 'Faith, her privates we. Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise : Ham. In the secret parts of fortune! 0, most true;
[Pointing to his Head and Shoulder. she is a strumpet. What news! If circumstances lead me, I will find
Ros. None, my lord ; but that the world is grown Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed honest. Within the centre.
Ham. Then is doomsday near: But your news is King.
How may we try it further! not true. Let me question more in particular : What Pol. You know sometimes he walks four hours to have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Here in the lobby.
[gether, fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?
Guil. Prison, my lord !
Ros. Then is the world one.
Ham. A goodly one ; in which there are many conAnd be pot from his reason falleu thereon,
fines, wards, and dungeons ; Denmark being one of Let me be no assistant for a state,
the worst. But keep a farm and carters.
Ros. We think not so, my lord, King.
We will try it.
Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you: for there is
nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it Enter Hamlet, reading.
80: to me it is a prison. Queen. But look, where sadly the poor wretch Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one; 'tis comes reading.
too narrow for your mind. Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away;
Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, I'll board him presently :-ó, give me leave.- and count myself a king of intinite space; were it
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. not that I have bad dreams. How does my good lord Hamlet!
Guil, Which dreams, indeed, are ambition ; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the Ham. Wbat, are they children? who maintains shadow of a dream.
them? how are they escoted ? Will they pursue the Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.
quality no longer than they can sing? will they not Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to light a quality, that it is but a shaduw's shadow. common players (as it is most like, if their means are
Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies; and our no better), their writers do them wrong, to make them monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggars' exclaim against their own succession ? shaduws: Shall we to the court! for, by my fay, I Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both cannot reason.
sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarre them Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.
to controversy , Ham. No such matter: "powill not sort you with bid før argument, unless the poet and the player the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like an went to cuffs in the qgestion. bonest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in Ham. Is it possible? the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Guil. O, there has been much throwing about of Elsinore !
brains. Ros. To visit you, my lord ; no other occasion. Ham. Do the boys carry it away!
Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his but I thank you : and sure, dear friends, my thanks load too. are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you not sent for! Ham. It is not very strange: for my uncle is king Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation of Denmark; and those that wouid make mouths at Come, come; deal justly with me: come, come; him while my father lived, give twenty, forty, tisty, nay, speak.
an hundred dacats a-piece, for his picture in little. Guil. What should we say, my lord ?
Sblood, there is something in this more than natuHam. Any thing ---but to the purpose. You were ral, if philosophy could find it out. sent for ; and there is a kind of confession in your
[Plourish of Trumpets within. looks: which your modesties have not craft enough Guil. There are the players. to colour: I know, the good king and queen have
Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. sent for you.
Your hands. Come then the appurtenance of welRos. fo what end, my lord ?
come is fashion and ceremony: let me comply with Ham. That you must teach me. But let me con- you in this garb ; lest my extent to the players, jure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the con- which, I tell you, must show fairly outward, should sonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever more appear like entertainment than yours. You preserved love, and by what more dear a better pro- are welcome : but uncle-father, and aunt-mother, are poser could charge you withal, be even and direct deceived. with me, whether you were sent for, or not
Gui. In what, my dear lord ? Ros. What say you !
[ro Guildenstern. Ham. I am but mad north-north-west: when the Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you ; [ Aside )- wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a hand-saw. if you love me, hold not oft'.
Enter Polonius. Guil. My lord, we were sent for.
Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen! Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the
Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern ! --and you too ;king and queen moult no' feather. I have of late at each ear a bearer: that great baby, you see there,
is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts. (but, wheretore, I know not), lost all my mirth, for. gone all custom of exercises : and, indeed; it goes for, they say, an old man is twice a cbild.
Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them; so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory players, mark it.--You say right, sir: O'Monday
Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me of the this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this morning: 'twas then, indeed. brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you. fretted with golden tire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congrega. Roscius was an actor in Rome,
Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you ; When tion of vapours. What a piece of work is man!
Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in
Ham. Buzz, buzz! form and moving, how express and admirable ! in
Pol. Upon my honour, action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how Ham. Then came each actor on his 88,like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of Pol. The best actors in the world, either for trageanimals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence dy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, bisof dust I man delights not me, nor woman neither; torical-pastoral (tragical-historical, tragical-comicalthough, by your smiling, you seem to say so. Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my thoughts. limited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus
historical-pastoral], scene individable," or poem unHam. Why did you laugh then, when I said, Man too light. For the law of writ, and the liberty, these delights not me!
are the on Ro. To think, iny lord, if you delight not in man,
Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,--what a treawhat lenten entertainment the players shall receive
sure hadst thou ! from you: we coted them on the way; and hither
Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord ! are they coming, to offer you service.
Ham. Why--One fair daughter, and no more, Ham. He that plays the king, shall be welcome ;
The which he loved passing well. his majesty shall bave tribute of me: the adventa
Pol. Still on my daughter.
[ Aside. rous knight shall use his foil, and target: the lover
Ham. Am I not i'the right, old Jephthah ! shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace : the clown sball make those laugh; daughter, that I love passing well.
Pol. If you call me Jephthab, my lord, I have a whose lungs are tickled o'the sere, and the lady
Ham. Nay, that follows not. shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for'i.--What players are they?
Pol. What follows then, my lord ? Ros. Even those you were wout to take such de-know, it came to pass, 'As most like it was,-'fhe
Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then, you light in, the tragedians of the city. Ham. How chances it, they travel ? their resi: for look, my abridgment comes.
first row of the pious chanson will show you more ; dence, both in reputation and profit, was better both
Enter four or five Players. ways.
Ros. I think, their inbibition comes by the means You are welcome, masters; welcome, all:- I am glad of the late innovation.
to see thee well :-welcome, good friends.-0, old Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they did friend! Why, thy face is valanced since I saw thee when I was in the city? Are they so followed ! Jast; Com'st thou to beard me in Denmark !-Ros. No, indeed, they are not.
What! my young lady and mistress! By-'r-lady, Ham. How comes it i Do they grow rusty! your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than when I saw
Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonier pace: you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God, But there is, sir, an aiery of children, little eyases, that your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be pot cry out on the top of question, and are most tyran- cracked within the ring.--Masters, you are all welnically clapped for't : these are now the fashion and come. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at so berattle the common stages (so they call them), any thing we see: We'll buve a speech straight : that many, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose-Come, give us a taste of your quality; come, a pasquills, and dare scarce come thither.
1 Play, What speech, my lord !
of this soon. Good my lord, will you see the Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech onee,-but players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be it was never acted; or, if it was, not above once well used; for they are the abstract, and brief chrofor the play, I remember, pleased not the million; pieles, of the time ; After your death you were better 'twas caviare to the general: but it was (as I re- have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you ceived it, and others, whose judgments, in such mat- live. ters, cried in the top of mine), an excellent play Pol. My lord, I will use them according to their well digested in the scenes, set down with as much desert. modesty as cunning. I remember, one said, there Ham. Odds bodikin, man, much better: Use every were no sallads in the lines, to make the matter man after his desert, and who shall 'scape whipping ? savoury; nor no matter in the phrase, that might Use them after your own honour and dignity: The indite the author of affection : but called it, an honest less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very much Take them in. more handsome than tine. One speech in it I chiefly Pol. Come, sirs. loved : 'twas Æneas' tale to Dido; and thereabout of
(Exit Polonius, with some of the Players. it especially, where he speaks of Priam's slaughter : Ham. Follow him, friends : we'll hear a play toIf it live in your memory, begin at this line ; let me morrow.-Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you see, let me see ;
play the murder of Gonzago 1 The rugged Pyrrhus,-- like the Hyrcanian beast,- Play. Ay, my lord. 'tis not so ; it begins with Pyrrhus.
Ham. We'll bave it to-morrow night. You could, The rugged Pyrrhus,--he, whose sable arms, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen Black as his purpose, did the night resemble lines, which I would set duwn, and insert in't? could When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd Play. Ay, my lord. With heraldry more dismal ; head to foot
Ham. Very well.- Follow that lords; and look you Now is he total gules ; horridly trick'd
mock him not. [ Exit Player) My good friends, ( To With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons; Ros, and Guil.] l'll leave you till night : you are Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
welcome to Elsinore. That lend a tyrannous and a danıned light
Ros. Good my lord ! To their lord's murder: Roasted in wrath, and fire,
(Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
Han. Ay, so, God be wi'yon :-Now I am alone. With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Old grandsire Priam seeks :-So proceed you. Is it not monstrous, that this player here,
Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken ; with good But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, accent, and good discretion.
Could force his soul to his own conceit, 1 Play. Anon he finds him
That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Striking too short at Greeks ; his antique sword, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
A broken voice, and his whole fanction suiting Repugnant to command : Unequal match'd,
With forms to his conceit! And all for nothing! Pyrrhus at Priam drives ; in rage, strikes wide ;
For Hecuba! But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, That he should weep for ber? What would he do, Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
Had he the motive and the cue for passion, Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword, And cleave the general ear with borrid speech; Which was declining on the milky head
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free; Of reverend Priam, seem'd i'the air to stick : Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed, So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood;
The very faculties of eyes and ears. And, like a neutral to his will and matter
Yet 1, Did not hing,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I coward
Placks off my beard, and blows it in my face ! And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
Tweaks me by the nose ! gives me the lie i'the throat, On Mars's armour, forg'a for proof eterne,
As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this !
Why, I should take it : for cannot be,
To make oppression bitter; or, ere this,
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain ! Pol. This is too long.
Why, what an ass am 1! This is most brave; Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- That I, the son of a dear father murder'a, Pr'ythee, say on :-He's for a jig, or a tale of baw- Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, drypr be sleeps :-say, on come to Hecuba. Must, like a whore, un pack my heart with words, 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled And fall a cursing, like a very drab, queen
A scullion ! Ham. The mobled queen?
Fie upon't ! fob! About my brains ! Humph! I have Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good.
heard, 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, the flames
Have by the very cunning of the scene With bisson rheum ; a clout upon that head,
Been struck so to the soul, that presently Where late the diadem stood, and, for a robe They have proclaim'd their malefactions ! About her lank and all o'er teemed loins,
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Who this had seen, noith tongue in venom steep'd, Play something like the murder of my father, 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd: Before mine uncle : I'll observe kis looks ; But if the gods themselves did see her then, l'll tent him to the quick ; if he do blench, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs ; May be a devil: and the devil hath power The instant burst of clamour that she made
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, (Unless things mortal move them not at all), Out of my weakness, and my melancholy Would have made milch the burning eye of heaven, (As he is very potent with such spirits), And passion in the gods.
Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds Pol, Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, More relative than this: Tho play's the thing, and has tears in's eyes.-Pr'ythee, no more. Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Ham. 'Tis well; 'I'll have thee speak out the rest