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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

Officers, HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to the present King.

FRANCISCO, a Soldier. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.

REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.

A Captain Ambassadors. LAERTES, his Son.

Ghost of Hamlet's Father. VOLTIMAND,

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.

Two Clowns, Grave-diggers.

GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to OSRICK, a Courtier.

Another Courtier.

OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius.
A Priest.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Sailors, Messengers, and Attendants.

SCENE, Elsinore.



And will not let belief take hold of him, SCENE I.-Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle. Touching this dreaded sight twice seen of us : FRANCISCO on his Post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

Therefore, I have entreated him along Ber. Who's there?

With us, to watch the minutes of this night; Fran.

Nay, answer me : stand, and unfold That, if again this apparition come, Yourself.

He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Ber. Long live the king !

| Hor. Tush, tush ! 't will not appear. Fran.

Bernardo ?

Sit down awhile; Ber.

And let us once again assail your ears,
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. That are so fortified against our story,
Ber. 'Tis newstruck twelve : get thee to bed, Fran- What we two nights have seen.


Well, sit we down, Fran. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. And I am sick at heart.

Ber. Last night of all, Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?

When yond' same star, that's westward from the pole, Fran.

Not a mouse stirring. Had made his course t illume that part of heaven Ber. Well, good night.

Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

The bell then beating one,The rivalsa of my watch, bid them make haste. Mar. Peace ! break thee off : look, where it comes Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.

again! Fran. I think I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is there?

Enter Ghost, armed. Hor. Friends to this ground.

Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Mar.

And liegemen to the Dane. Mar. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Fran. Give you good night.

Ber. Looks it not like the king ? mark it, Horatio. Mar.

0! farewell, honest soldier: Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, and Who hath reliev'd you ?

wonder. Fran. Bernardo has my place.

Ber. It would be spoke to.
Give you good night.


Question it, Horatio.
Holla! Bernardo !

Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Ber.

Say. Together with that fair and warlike form,
What! is Horatio there?

In which the majesty of buried Denmark
A piece of him.

Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
Ber. Welcome, Horatio : welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. It is offended.
Hor.3 What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber.

See! it stalks away. Ber. I have seen nothing.

Hor. Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! Mar. Horatio says, 't is but our fantasy,

(Exit Ghost.

1 now: in f. e.

2 Companions.

3 Marcellus : in quarto, 1603, and folio.

4 This word is not added in f. e.


Mar. ”T is gone, and will not answer.

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Ber. How Horatio ! you tremble, and look pale. Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets :
Is not this something more than fantasy ?

As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
What think you on’t?

Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Without the sensible and true avouch

Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse :
Of mine own eyes.

And even the like precurse of fierce events-
Is it not like the king ?

As harbingers preceding still the fates,
Hor. As thou art to thyself.

And prologue to the omen coming on Such was the very armour he had on,

Have heaven and earth, together demonstrated When he th' ambitious Norway combated :

Unto our climatures and countrymen. So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,

Re-enter Ghost. He smote the sledded Polackson the ice.

But, soft! behold ! lo, where it comes again! 'Tis strange.

I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion !
Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour, If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Speak to me :
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not; If there be any good thing to be done,
But in the gross and scope of mine opinion,

That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Speak to me :
Mar. Good now, sit down; and tell me, he that If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
Why this same strict and most observant watch O, speak!
So nightly toils the subject of the land ?

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
And why such daily castå of brazen cannon,

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, And foreign mart for implements of war ?

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

[Cock crows. Does not divide the Sunday from the week ?

Speak of it: stay, and speak !_Stop it, Marcellus. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan ?
Doth make the night joint labourer with the day? Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Who is 't, that can inform me?


'Tis here ! Hor.

That can I;

T is here ! At least, the whisper goes so.

Our last king,
Mar. 'Tis gone.

[Exit Ghost. Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

We do it wrong, being so majestical, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,

To offer it the show of violence; Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,

For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet And our vain blows malicious mockery. (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Did slay this Fortinbras ; who, by a seal'd compact, Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Well ratified by law and heraldry,

Upon a fearful summons.

I have heard, Did forfeit with his life all those his lands,

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror :

Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Against the which, a moiety competent

Awake the god of day; and at his warning, Was gaged by our king; which had return'd

Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart,* To his confine ; and of the truth herein And carriage of the article design'd,

This present object made probation. His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Of unimprovedø mettle hot and full,

Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

This bird of dawning singeth all night long : For food and diet, to some enterprise

And then, they say, no spirit dares stirl1 abroad; That hath a stomach in in't: which is no other The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, (As it doth well appear unto our state)

No fairy takes,12 nor witch hath power to charm, But to recover of us, by strong hand

So hallow'd and so gracious is that time. And terms compulsative, those 'foresaid lands

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. So by his father lost. And this, I take it,

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Is the main motive of our preparations,

Walks o'er the dew of yond high eastern hill. The source of this our watch, and the chief head Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Let us impart what we have seen to-night Ber. I think, it be no other, but e'en so

Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, Well may it sort, that this portentous figure

This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, That was, and is, the question of these wars.

As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

Mar. Let's do 't, I pray; and I this morning know In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

Where we shall find him most conveniently. (Exeunt. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,


4 covenant: in folio,

7 This

5 inapproved : in quarto, 1603. 6 landless : in folio. and the seventeen following lines, are not in quarto, 1603, or folio.

8 Agree.
9 Not in quartos.

10 day : in folio. 11 dare walk : in quarto, 1603; can walk : in folio. 12 talks : in folio; blasts.

If it be,

I do beseech you, give him leave to go. SCENE II.--The Same. A Room of State.

King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes ; time be thine, Sennet. Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, POLONIUS, And thy best graces : spend it at thy will.-

LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and At- But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, tendants. The King takes his Seat.

Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

[Aside. The memory be green, and that it us befitted

King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you ? To bathe our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom Ham. Not so, my lord ; I am too much i’ the sun. To be contracted in one brow of woe;

Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy night-like? colour off, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Seek for thy, noble father in the dust : Therefore, our sometime sister, now our queen,

Thou know'st, 't is common; all that live must die, Th’ imperial jointress of a this warlike state,

Passing through nature to eternity. Have we, as 't were with a defeated joy,-

Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
With one auspicious, and one dropping eye,

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, Why seems it so particular with thee ?
In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-

Ham. Seems, madam ! nay, it is; I know not seems. Taken to wife : nor have we herein barr'd

*T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

Nor customary suits of solemn black, With this affair along : for all, our thanks.

Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death

Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

That can denote me truly : these, indeed, seem, Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,

For they are actions that a man might play; He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,

But I have that within, which passeth show, Importing the surrender of those lands

These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Lost by his father, with all bands of law;

King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, To our most valiant brother. So much for him.

Hamlet, Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.

To give these mourning duties to your father : Thus much the business is :3 we have here writ But, you must know, your father lost a father ; To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras -

That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

In filial obligation, for some term, Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress

To do obsequious® sorrow : but to persevere His farther gait herein, in that the levies,

In obstinate condolement is a course The lists, and full proportions, are all made

Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief : Out of his subject : and we here despatch

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, For bearerst of this greeting to old Norway;

An understanding simple and unschool'd: Giving to you no farther personal power

For what, we know, must be, and is as common To business with the king, more than the scope

As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Of these dilated articles allow.

[Giving them. Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Take it to heart? Fie! 't is a fault to heaven,

Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our duty. A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
King. We doubt it nothing : heartily farewell. To reason most absurd, whose common theme

[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you ? From the first corse till he that died to-day,
You told us of some suit; what is’t, Laertes ? " This must be so." We pray you, throw to earth
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

This unprevailing woe, and think of us
And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg, Laertes, As of a father ; for, let the world take note,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ?

You are the most immediate to our throne;
The head is not more native to the heart,

And, with no less nobility of love The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

Than that which dearest father bears his son, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

Do I impart toward you. For your intent What wouldst thou have, Laertes ?

In going back to school in Wittenberg Laer.

My dread lord, It is most retrograde to our desire; Your leave and favour to return to France ;

And, we beseech you, bend you to remain From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, To show my duty to your coronation,

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, I pray thee, stay with us ; go not to Wittenberg. And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Have you your father's leave? What says King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply: Polonius ?

Be as ourself in Denmark.--Madam, come; Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave, This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet By laboursome petition; and, at last,

Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent :

No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,

1 The rest of this direction is not in f. e. 2 to: in quartos. 3 The preceding part of this speech is not in quarto, 1603. folio. 5 Not in f. e. 6 This and the two following lines, are not in folios. ? nighted : in f. e. 8 As at obsequies.

4 bearing : in : fie, fie : in folio. 2 Suffer. 3 4 Greatest. o who: in f. e. 6 So the quarto, 1603; other old copies : waste; changed in mod. eds. to " waist." 7 distill'd : in f. e.


But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,

Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, I shall not look upon his like again.
Re-speaking earthly thunder.

Come away.

Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
(Flourish Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, &c.

Ham. Saw whom 25
Polonius, and LAERTES.

Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. O! that this too, too solid flesh would melt,


The king my father ! Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew;

Hor. Season your admiration for a while Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

With an attent ear, till I may deliver, His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God ! O God ! Upon the witness of these gentlemen, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

This marvel to you. Seem to me all the uses of this world.


For God's love, let me hear.
Fie on't! O fie?! 't is an unweeded garden,

Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
Possess it merely. That it should corne to this ! In the dead vast and middle of the night,
But two months dead !--nay, not so much, not two:

Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
So excellent a king; that was, to this,

Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pié, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,

Appears before them, and with solemn march
That he might not beteem” the winds of heaven Goes slow and stately by them : thrice he walk'd,
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, bechill’d?
As if increase of appetite had grown

Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month,- Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
Let me not think on't.-Frailty, thy name is woman !- In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
A little month; or ere those shoes were old,

And I with them the third night kept the watch ;
With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
(O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, The apparition comes. I knew your father ;
Would have mourn'd longer)-married with my uncle, These hands are not more like.
My father's brother ; but no more like my father, Ham.

But where was this ? Than I to Hercules : within a month;

Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch’d. Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

Ham. Did you not speak to it ? Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,


My lord, I did, She married.--0, most wicked speed, to post

But answer made it none; yet once, methought, With such dexterity to incestuous sheets !

It lifted up its head, and did address
It is not, nor it cannot come to, good ;

Itself to motion, like as it would speak :
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue! But, even then, the morning cock crew loud,

Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, · Hör. Hail to your lordship!

And vanish'd from our sight.
I am glad to see you : Ham.

'Tis very strange. Horatio,--or I do forget myself.

Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 't is true;
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. And we did think it writ down in our duty,
Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name To let you know of it.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?- Hold you the watch to-night?
Marcellus ?


We do, my lord. Mar. My good lord.

Ham. Arm'd, say you ?
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, All.

Arm’d, my lord.

From top to toe ? But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?

All. My lord, from head to foot. Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.

Ham. Then, saw you not his face ? Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;

Hor. O! yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

Ham. What ! look'd he frowningly ? To make it truster of your own report


A countenance more Against yourself: I know, you are no truant.

In sorrow than in anger. But what is your affair in Elsinore ?


Pale, or red ? We?ll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.

Hor. Nay, very pale. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham.

And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student : Hor. Most constantly. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.


I would I had been there! Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.

Hor. It would have much amaz'd

you. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio : the funeral bak'd meats Ham.

Very like, Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Very like. Stay'd it long? 'Would I had met my dearest* foe in heaven

Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a Ere ever I had seen that day, Horatio !

hundred. My father,-methinks, I see my father.

Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. Hor. 0! where, my lord ?

Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.


His beard was grizzled ? no? Hor. I saw him once : he was a goodly king.

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,

with you.


8 grizly: in folio.

A sable silver'd.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
I will watch to-night:

Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Perchance, 't will walk again.

Be wary, then; best safety lies in fear: Hor.

I warrant it will. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,

Oph. I shall th effect of this good lesson keep, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,

As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,

Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Let it be tenable in your silence still;

Whilst, like a puff*d and reckless libertine, And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Give it an understanding, but no tongue :

And recks not his own read. I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:


O! fear me not. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,

I stay too long ;-but here my father comes. ['ll visit you,

Our duty to your honour.

A double blessing is a double grace;
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

(Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. Pol. Yet here, Laertes ? aboard, aboard, for shame! My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, I doubt some foul play: would the night were come ! And you are stay'd for. There---my blessing with you; Till then, sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,

[Laying his Hand on LAERTES' Head. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. And these few precepts in thy memory

[Exit! Look thou character Give thy thoughts no tongue,

Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
SCENE III.-A Room in POLONIUS's House.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar:

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell: Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ;
And, sister, as the winds give benefit,

But do not dull thy palm with entertainment And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware But let me hear from you.

Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Oph.

Do you doubt that ? Bear 't, that th’ opposer may beware of thee. Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. A violet in the youth of primy nature,

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,

But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

For the apparel oft proclaims the man;

And they in France, of the best rank and station, Oph. No more but so?

Are of a most select and generous choice in that. Laer.

Think it no more! Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone

For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
In thews, and bulk: but, as this temple waxes, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
The inward service of the mind and soul

This above all,—to thine own self be true;
Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; And it must follow, as the night the day,
And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch

Thou canst not then be false to any man. The virtue of his will ; but you must fear,

Farewell : my blessing season this in thee! His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own,

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. For he himself is subject to his birth :

Pol. The time invites you : go : your servants tend. He may not, as unvalued persons do,

Laer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remember well Carve for himself; for on his choice depends

What I have said to you. The safetya and health of this whole state;


'T is in my memory lock'd, And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Unto the voice and yielding of that body,

Laer. Farewell.

(Exit LAERTES. Whereof he is the head. Then, if he says he loves you, Pol. What is 't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,

Oph. So please you, something touching the lord As he in his particular act and places

Hamlet. May give his saying deed; which is no farther,

Pol. Marry, well bethought: Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.

’T is told me, he hath very oft of late Then, weigh what loss your honour may sustain, Given private time to you; and you yourself If with too credent ear you list his songs,

Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open If it be so, (as so 'tris put on me, To his unmaster'd importunity.

And that in way of caution) I must tell you, Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;

You do not understand yourself so clearly, And keep you in the rear of your affection,

As it behoves my daughter, and your honour. Out of the shot and danger of desire.

What is between you ? give me up the truth. The chariest maid is prodigal enough,

Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders If she unmask her beauty to the moon.

Of his affection to me. Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :

Pol. Affection ? pooh! you speak like a green girl, The canker galls the infants of the spring,

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Too oft before their buttons he disclos'd;

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

No more.

sanctity: in folio.

s peculiar sect and force: in folio.

4 Counsel.

1 These two words, not in folio. in quarto.

chief: in f. e.

6 invests :

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