They say he parted well, and paid his score: And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.
Re-enter MACDUFF, with MACBETH'S head. Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: behold, where stands
The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine: Hail, King of Scotland!
All. Hail, King of Scotland! [Flourish. Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves,
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour named. What's more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exiled friends abroad That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen, Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands 70 Took off her life; this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time and place: So, thanks to all at once and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. [Flourish. Exeunt.
REYNALDO, servant to Polonius. Players.
Two Clowns, grave-diggers. FORTINBRAS, prince of Norway. A Captain.
English Ambassadors.
GERTRUDE, queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet.
OPHELIA, daughter to Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants.
Ghost of Hamlet's Father.
Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again tonight?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. 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. Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Ber.
And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story What we have two nights seen. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Last night of all,
When yond same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one,-
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's
Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
Hor. Most like it harrows me with fear and wonder.
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Hor. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
Ber. Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Mar- Together with that fair and warlike form cellus.
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Is the main motive of our preparations, speak!
Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! [Exit Ghost.
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
The source of this our watch and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Ber. I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
Ber. How now, Horatio! you tremble and That was and is the question of these wars. look pale:
But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week; What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day: Who is't that can inform me?
Hor. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, 80 Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
For so this side of our known world esteem'd him
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror: Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and theré Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't; which is no other- As it doth well appear unto our state- But to recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: †As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! Re-enter Ghost.
I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease and grace to me, Speak to me: [Cock crows
If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the. show of violence; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: 160 And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad: The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hor. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
SCENE II. A room of state in the castle. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe,
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,- With an auspicious and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,- Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd' Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him. Now for ourself and for this time of meeting: Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,- Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose,-to suppress His further gait herein; in that the levies, The lists and full proportions, are all made Out of his subject: and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king, more than the scope Of these delated articles allow.
Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. Cor. In that and all things will we show our Vol. duty. King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Den- mark,
To show my duty in your coronation, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: I do beseech you, give him leave to go. King Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will! But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,— Ham. [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschool'd: For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd; whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died to-day, 'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father: for let the world take note, You are the most immediate to our throne; And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son, Do I impart toward you. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire: And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply: 121 Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come; This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
Ham. I am very glad to see you. Good even,
sir. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so, Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, 171 To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow- student;
I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father!-methinks I see my father. Hor. Where, my lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! I shall not look upon his like again.
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in
Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month- Let me not think on 't-Frailty, thy name is
A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears :-why she, even she- 149 O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer-married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month: Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. Hor. Hail to your lordship! Ham.
I am glad to see you well: 160 Horatio, or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham. Saw? who?
Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear, till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.
For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead vast and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them, and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, dis- tilled
Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And I with them the third night kept the watch: Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes: I knew your father; These hands are not more like.
Ham. But where was this? Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor.
My lord, I did: But answer made it none: yet once methought It lifted up its head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would spe But even then the morning cock crew ud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste at y, And vanish'd from our sight.
Ham. 'Tis very strange. 220 Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty
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