Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, Her father, and myself (lawful espials), Will so bestow ourselves, that seeing, unseen, If 't be the affliction of his love, or no, I shall obey you: Madam, I wish it may. [Exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here :-Gracious, so please We will bestow ourselves :-Read on this book; [you, To Ophelia. That show of such an exercise may colour Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question :- For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, That patient merit of the unworthy takes, Oph. Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them. I never gave you aught. No, not I; [did; Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, you Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest? Ham. Are you fair? Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That if you be honest, and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?" Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner trausform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness; this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believed me: for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them them in: What should such fellows as I do crawling in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry; Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a "unnery; farewell: Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him! Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance: Go to; I'll no more of't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. a nunnery, go. Το [Exit. Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Re-enter King and Polonius. King, Love his affections do not that way tend; Thus set it down; He shall with speed to England, This something-settled matter in his heart; SCENE II. A Hall in the same. Enter Hamlet, and certain Players. Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant: it outherods Herod: Pray you, avoid it. 1 Play. I warrant your honour. Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service. Nay, do not think I flatter: No, let the candied tongue lick absard pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, To sound what stop she please: Give me that man If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing, Get you a place. I Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judi-a cious grieve the censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly,-not to speak it profanely, that, neither haring the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. 1 Play. I hope, we have reformed that indifferently with us. Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those, that Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. Danish March: a Flourish. Enter King, Queen, others. King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent, i'faith; of the camelion's dish: eat the air, promise-crammed. You cannot feed capons so. King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine. Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord,-you played once in the university, you say? [To Polonius, Pol. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. Ham. And what did you enact? Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: 1 was killed i'the Capitol; Brutus killed me. Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Oph. No, my lord. Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap! Oph. Ay, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? [legs. Ham. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' Oph. You are merry, my lord. Oph. Ay, my lord. Ham. Ó! your only jig-maker. What should a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: But, by'r lady, he must build churches then : or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. Trumpet sounds. The dumb Show follows. Enter a King and a Queen, very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of Protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his Head upon her Neck, lays him down upon a Bank of Flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon, comes in a Fellow, takes off his Crown, kisses it, and pours Poison in the King's Ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate Action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead Body is carried away. The Poisoner woos the Queen with Gifts; she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but, in the End, accepts his Love. [Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord? Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it seems mischief. Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of the play. Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant? Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the play. Pro. For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Enter a King and a Queen. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; About the world have times twelve thirties been; P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and moon My operant powers their functions leave to do: P. Queen. O, confound the rest! None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. P.Queen. The instances, that second marriage move, P. King. I do believe, you think what now you speak: But, what we do determine, oft we break. Of violent birth, but poor validity: Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Their own enactures with themselves destroy: This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange, Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! [To Oph. My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile P. Queen. Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Ham. O, but she'll keep her word. King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't? Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i'the world. King. What do you call the play? Ham. The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Enter Lucianus. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin. murderer; leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come ;-The croaking raven Doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; [Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago; the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian: You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises. Ham. What! frighted with false fire! King. Give me some light:-away! [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play: For some must watch, while some must sleep; Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me), with two Provencial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? Hor. Half a share. Ham. A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself; and now reigns here Hor. You might have rhymed. yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Enter Polonius. Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word God bless you, sir! for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord. Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning, Hor. I did very well note him. Ham. Ah, ha!-Come, some music; come, the re corders. For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike,-he likes it not, perdy. Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Come, some music. Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel ? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale? Pol. Very like a whale. Ham. Then will I come to my mother by-and-by. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with They fool me to the top of my bent.-I will come by you. Ham. Sir, a whole history. Guil. The king, sir, Ham. Ay, sir, what of him? and-by. Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distempered. 'Tis now the very witching time of night; Guil. No, my lord, with choler. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into more choler. Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Ham. I am tame, sir:-pronounce. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Ham. You are welcome. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of my business. Ham. Sir, I cannot. Guil. What, my lord? Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: 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, Ros. Then thus she says: Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mo. ther! But is there no sequel at the heels of his mother's admiration? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows,-the proverb is something musty. Enter the Players, with Recorders. O, the recorders :-let me see one.-To withdraw with you Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that.. Will you play upon this pipe ? Guil. My lord, I cannot. Ham. I pray you. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Ham. I do beseech you. Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages, with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops. Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony: I have not the skill. Ham. 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 the top of my compass and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; Pol. I will say so. I will speak daggers to her, but use none; We will ourselves provide : Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, We will haste us. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Enter Polonius. Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Thanks, dear my lord. To be forestalled, ere we come to fall, Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up: Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; I, his sole son, do this same villain send Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; [Exit. The King rises and advances. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below; Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Room in the same. Enter Queen and Polonius. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? What's the matter now? Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall You go not, till I set you up a glass [not budge; Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder Help, help, ho! [me? How now a rat? [Draws. [Hamlet makes a Pass through the Arras. O, I am slain. [Falls, and dies. Pol. [Behind] What, ho! help! Dead, for a ducat, dead. Pol. [Behind] Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? Nay, I know not: [Lifts up the Arras and draws forth Polonius. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: If damned custom have not braz'd it so, Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy Such an act, As from the body of contraction pincks Queen. Ah me, what act, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, Queen. Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty sty; Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears: No more, sweet Hamlet. A murderer, and a villain': A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lorda vice of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;" That from the shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Queen. No more. Enter Ghost. |