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    Goodmorning Ladies and gentelmen I bring with me today something special something very value

    The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

    Hamlet is the son of the late King Hamlet (of Denmark), who died two months before the start of the play. After King Hamlet's death, his brother, Claudius, becomes king, and marries King Hamlet's widow, Gertrude (Queen of Denmark). Young Hamlet fears that Claudius killed his own brother (Hamlet's father) to become king of Denmark, greatly angering Hamlet. Two officers, Marcellus and Barnardo, summon Hamlet's friend Horatio, and later Hamlet himself to see the late King Hamlet's ghost appear at midnight. The ghost tells Hamlet privately that Claudius had indeed murdered King Hamlet by pouring poison in his ear. Hamlet is further enraged and plots of how to revenge his father's death.

    In his anger, Hamlet seems to act like a madman, prompting King Claudius, his wife Gertrude, and his advisor Polonius to send Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to spy on Hamlet and figure out why he is acting mad. Hamlet even treats Polonius' daughter Ophelia rudely, prompting Polonius to believe Hamlet is madly in love with her, though Claudius expects otherwise. Polonius, a man who talks too long- windedly, had allowed his son Laertes to go to France (then sent Reynaldo to spy on Laertes) and had ordered Ophelia not to associate with Hamlet. Claudius, fearing Hamlet may try to kill him, sends Hamlet to England. Before leaving, however, Hamlet convinces an acting company to reenact King Hamlet's death before Claudius, in the hopes of causing Claudius to break down and admit to murdering King Hamlet. Though Claudius is enraged, he does not admit to murder. Hamlet's mother tries to reason with Hamlet after the play, while Polonius spied on them from behind a curtain. Hamlet hears Polonius, and kills him through the curtain, thinking the person is Claudius. When finding out the truth, Hamlet regrets the death, yet Claudius still sends him to England, accompanied by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern with orders from Claudius that the English kill Hamlet as soon as her arrives.

    After Hamlet leaves, Laertes returns from France, enraged over Polonius' death. Ophelia reacts to her father's death with utter madness and eventually falls in a stream and drowns, further angering Laertes. En route to England, Hamlet finds the orders and changes them to order Rosencrantz and Guildenstern killed, as does occur, though Hamlet is kidnapped by pirates one day later. The pirates return Hamlet to Claudius (for a ransom), and Claudius tries one last attempt to eliminate Hamlet: he arranges a sword duel between Laertes and Hamlet. The trick, however, is that the tip of Laertes' sword is poisoned. As a backup precaution, Claudius poisons the victory cup in case Hamlet wins. During the fight, the poisoned drink is offered to Hamlet, he declines, and instead his mother, Gertrude, drinks it (to the objection of Claudius). Laertes, losing to Hamlet, illegally scratches him with the poisoned sword to ensure Hamlet's death. Hamlet (unknowingly), then switches swords with Laertes, and cuts and poisons him. The queen dies, screaming that she has been poisoned and Laertes, dying, admits of Claudius' treachery. Weakening, Hamlet fatally stabs Claudius, Laertes dies, and Hamlet begins his death speech. Though Horatio wants to commit suicide out of sorrow, Hamlet entreats him to tell the story of King Hamlet's death and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern's deaths to all. Fortinbras, the prince of Norway, arrives from conquest of England, and Hamlet's last dying wish is that Fortinbras become the new King of Denmark, as happens

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    SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.

    Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants
    KING CLAUDIUS
    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.

    CORNELIUS VOLTIMAND
    In that and all things will we show our duty.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    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 loose 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.
    What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

    LAERTES
    My dread lord,
    Your leave and favour to return to France;
    From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
    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 CLAUDIUS
    Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

    LORD POLONIUS
    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 CLAUDIUS
    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,--

    HAMLET
    [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

    HAMLET
    Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
    And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
    Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
    Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
    Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
    Passing through nature to eternity.

    HAMLET
    Ay, madam, it is common.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    If it be,
    Why seems it so particular with thee?

    HAMLET
    Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
    '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 'havior 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 CLAUDIUS
    '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 GERTRUDE
    Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
    I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.

    HAMLET
    I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
    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 all bruit again,
    Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

    Exeunt all but HAMLET

    HAMLET
    O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
    Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
    Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
    His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
    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 nature
    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
    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 woman!--
    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--
    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

    HORATIO
    Hail to your lordship!

    HAMLET
    I am glad to see you well:
    Horatio,--or I do forget myself.

    HORATIO
    The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

    HAMLET
    Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
    And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?

    MARCELLUS
    My good lord--

    HAMLET
    I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
    But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

    HORATIO
    A truant disposition, good my lord.

    HAMLET
    I would not hear your enemy say so,
    Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
    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.

    HORATIO
    My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

    HAMLET
    I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
    I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

    HORATIO
    Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.

    HAMLET
    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.

    HORATIO
    Where, my lord?

    HAMLET
    In my mind's eye, Horatio.

    HORATIO
    I saw him once; he was a goodly king.

    HAMLET
    He was a man, take him for all in all,
    I shall not look upon his like again.

    HORATIO
    My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

    HAMLET
    Saw? who?

    HORATIO
    My lord, the king your father.

    HAMLET
    The king my father!

    HORATIO
    Season your admiration for awhile
    With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
    Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
    This marvel to you.

    HAMLET
    For God's love, let me hear.

    HORATIO
    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, distilled
    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.

    HAMLET
    But where was this?

    MARCELLUS
    My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

    HAMLET
    Did you not speak to it?

    HORATIO
    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 speak;
    But even then the morning cock crew loud,
    And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
    And vanish'd from our sight.

    HAMLET
    'Tis very strange.

    HORATIO
    As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
    And we did think it writ down in our duty
    To let you know of it.

    HAMLET
    Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
    Hold you the watch to-night?

    MARCELLUS BERNARDO
    We do, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Arm'd, say you?

    MARCELLUS BERNARDO
    Arm'd, my lord.

    HAMLET
    From top to toe?

    MARCELLUS BERNARDO
    My lord, from head to foot.

    HAMLET
    Then saw you not his face?

    HORATIO
    O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.

    HAMLET
    What, look'd he frowningly?

    HORATIO
    A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

    HAMLET
    Pale or red?

    HORATIO
    Nay, very pale.

    HAMLET
    And fix'd his eyes upon you?

    HORATIO
    Most constantly.

    HAMLET
    I would I had been there.

    HORATIO
    It would have much amazed you.

    HAMLET
    Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

    HORATIO
    While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

    MARCELLUS BERNARDO
    Longer, longer.

    HORATIO
    Not when I saw't.

    HAMLET
    His beard was grizzled--no?

    HORATIO
    It was, as I have seen it in his life,
    A sable silver'd.

    HAMLET
    I will watch to-night;
    Perchance 'twill walk again.

    HORATIO
    I warrant it will.

    HAMLET
    If it assume my noble father's person,
    I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
    And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
    If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
    Let it be tenable in your silence still;
    And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
    Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
    I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
    Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
    I'll visit you.

    All
    Our duty to your honour.

    HAMLET
    Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.

    Exeunt all but HAMLET

    My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
    I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
    Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
    Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.



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    SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.


    Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA
    LAERTES
    My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
    And, sister, as the winds give benefit
    And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
    But let me hear from you.

    OPHELIA
    Do you doubt that?

    LAERTES
    For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
    Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
    A violet in the youth of primy nature,
    Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
    The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

    OPHELIA
    No more but so?

    LAERTES
    Think it no more;
    For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
    In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
    The inward service of the mind and soul
    Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
    And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
    The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
    His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
    For he himself is subject to his birth:
    He may not, as unvalued persons do,
    Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
    The safety and health of this whole state;
    And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
    Unto the voice and yielding of that body
    Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
    It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
    As he in his particular act and place
    May give his saying deed; which is no further
    Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
    Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
    If with too credent ear you list his songs,
    Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
    To his unmaster'd importunity.
    Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
    And keep you in the rear of your affection,
    Out of the shot and danger of desire.
    The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
    If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
    Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
    The canker galls the infants of the spring,
    Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
    And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
    Contagious blastments are most imminent.
    Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
    Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

    OPHELIA
    I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
    As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
    Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
    Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
    Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
    Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
    And recks not his own rede.

    LAERTES
    O, fear me not.
    I stay too long: but here my father comes.

    Enter POLONIUS

    A double blessing is a double grace,
    Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
    The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
    And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
    And these few precepts in thy memory
    See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
    Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
    Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
    Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
    Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
    But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
    Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
    Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
    Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
    Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
    Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
    Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
    But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
    For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
    And they in France of the best rank and station
    Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
    Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
    For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
    And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
    This above all: to thine ownself be true,
    And it must follow, as the night the day,
    Thou canst not then be false to any man.
    Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!

    LAERTES
    Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    The time invites you; go; your servants tend.

    LAERTES
    Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
    What I have said to you.

    OPHELIA
    'Tis in my memory lock'd,
    And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

    LAERTES
    Farewell.

    Exit

    LORD POLONIUS
    What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?

    OPHELIA
    So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Marry, well bethought:
    'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
    Given private time to you; and you yourself
    Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
    If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
    And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
    You do not understand yourself so clearly
    As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
    What is between you? give me up the truth.

    OPHELIA
    He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
    Of his affection to me.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
    Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
    Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

    OPHELIA
    I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
    That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
    Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
    Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
    Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.

    OPHELIA
    My lord, he hath importuned me with love
    In honourable fashion.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.

    OPHELIA
    And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
    With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
    When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
    Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
    Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
    Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
    You must not take for fire. From this time
    Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
    Set your entreatments at a higher rate
    Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
    Believe so much in him, that he is young
    And with a larger tether may he walk
    Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
    Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
    Not of that dye which their investments show,
    But mere implorators of unholy suits,
    Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
    The better to beguile. This is for all:
    I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
    Have you so slander any moment leisure,
    As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
    Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.

    OPHELIA
    I shall obey, my lord.



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    Oh man, I can't read all this!!

    So tell me whats the topic's about that I can vote...

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    SCENE IV. The platform.

    Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS
    HAMLET
    The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

    HORATIO
    It is a nipping and an eager air.

    HAMLET
    What hour now?

    HORATIO
    I think it lacks of twelve.

    HAMLET
    No, it is struck.

    HORATIO
    Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
    Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

    A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within

    What does this mean, my lord?

    HAMLET
    The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
    Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
    And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
    The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
    The triumph of his pledge.

    HORATIO
    Is it a custom?

    HAMLET
    Ay, marry, is't:
    But to my mind, though I am native here
    And to the manner born, it is a custom
    More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
    This heavy-headed revel east and west
    Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
    They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
    Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
    From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
    The pith and marrow of our attribute.
    So, oft it chances in particular men,
    That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
    As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
    Since nature cannot choose his origin--
    By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
    Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
    Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
    The form of plausive manners, that these men,
    Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
    Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
    Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
    As infinite as man may undergo--
    Shall in the general censure take corruption
    From that particular fault: the dram of eale
    Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
    To his own scandal.

    HORATIO
    Look, my lord, it comes!

    Enter Ghost

    HAMLET
    Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
    Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
    Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
    Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
    Thou comest in such a questionable shape
    That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
    King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
    Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
    Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
    Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
    Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
    Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
    To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
    That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
    Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
    Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
    So horridly to shake our disposition
    With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
    Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?

    Ghost beckons HAMLET

    HORATIO
    It beckons you to go away with it,
    As if it some impartment did desire
    To you alone.

    MARCELLUS
    Look, with what courteous action
    It waves you to a more removed ground:
    But do not go with it.

    HORATIO
    No, by no means.

    HAMLET
    It will not speak; then I will follow it.

    HORATIO
    Do not, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Why, what should be the fear?
    I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
    And for my soul, what can it do to that,
    Being a thing immortal as itself?
    It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.

    HORATIO
    What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
    Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
    That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
    And there assume some other horrible form,
    Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
    And draw you into madness? think of it:
    The very place puts toys of desperation,
    Without more motive, into every brain
    That looks so many fathoms to the sea
    And hears it roar beneath.

    HAMLET
    It waves me still.
    Go on; I'll follow thee.

    MARCELLUS
    You shall not go, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Hold off your hands.

    HORATIO
    Be ruled; you shall not go.

    HAMLET
    My fate cries out,
    And makes each petty artery in this body
    As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
    Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
    By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
    I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.

    Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET

    HORATIO
    He waxes desperate with imagination.

    MARCELLUS
    Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.

    HORATIO
    Have after. To what issue will this come?

    MARCELLUS
    Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

    HORATIO
    Heaven will direct it.

    MARCELLUS
    Nay, let's follow him.



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    SCENE V. Another part of the platform.

    Enter GHOST and HAMLET
    HAMLET
    Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.

    Ghost
    Mark me.

    HAMLET
    I will.

    Ghost
    My hour is almost come,
    When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
    Must render up myself.

    HAMLET
    Alas, poor ghost!

    Ghost
    Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
    To what I shall unfold.

    HAMLET
    Speak; I am bound to hear.

    Ghost
    So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

    HAMLET
    What?

    Ghost
    I am thy father's spirit,
    Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
    And for the day confined to fast in fires,
    Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
    Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
    To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
    I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
    Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
    Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
    Thy knotted and combined locks to part
    And each particular hair to stand on end,
    Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
    But this eternal blazon must not be
    To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
    If thou didst ever thy dear father love--

    HAMLET
    O God!

    Ghost
    Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

    HAMLET
    Murder!

    Ghost
    Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
    But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

    HAMLET
    Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
    As meditation or the thoughts of love,
    May sweep to my revenge.

    Ghost
    I find thee apt;
    And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
    That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
    Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
    'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
    A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
    Is by a forged process of my death
    Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
    The serpent that did sting thy father's life
    Now wears his crown.

    HAMLET
    O my prophetic soul! My uncle!

    Ghost
    Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
    With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
    O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
    So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
    The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
    O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
    From me, whose love was of that dignity
    That it went hand in hand even with the vow
    I made to her in marriage, and to decline
    Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
    To those of mine!
    But virtue, as it never will be moved,
    Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
    So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
    Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
    And prey on garbage.
    But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
    Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
    My custom always of the afternoon,
    Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
    With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
    And in the porches of my ears did pour
    The leperous distilment; whose effect
    Holds such an enmity with blood of man
    That swift as quicksilver it courses through
    The natural gates and alleys of the body,
    And with a sudden vigour doth posset
    And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
    The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
    And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
    Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
    All my smooth body.
    Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
    Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
    Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
    Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
    No reckoning made, but sent to my account
    With all my imperfections on my head:
    O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
    If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;
    Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
    A couch for luxury and damned incest.
    But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
    Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
    Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
    And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
    To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
    The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
    And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
    Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.

    Exit

    HAMLET
    O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
    And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
    And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
    But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
    Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
    In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
    Yea, from the table of my memory
    I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
    All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
    That youth and observation copied there;
    And thy commandment all alone shall live
    Within the book and volume of my brain,
    Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
    O most pernicious woman!
    O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
    My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
    That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
    At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:

    Writing

    So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
    It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
    I have sworn 't.

    MARCELLUS HORATIO
    [Within] My lord, my lord,--

    MARCELLUS
    [Within] Lord Hamlet,--

    HORATIO
    [Within] Heaven secure him!

    HAMLET
    So be it!

    HORATIO
    [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!

    HAMLET
    Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.

    Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

    MARCELLUS
    How is't, my noble lord?

    HORATIO
    What news, my lord?

    HAMLET
    O, wonderful!

    HORATIO
    Good my lord, tell it.

    HAMLET
    No; you'll reveal it.

    HORATIO
    Not I, my lord, by heaven.

    MARCELLUS
    Nor I, my lord.

    HAMLET
    How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
    But you'll be secret?

    HORATIO MARCELLUS
    Ay, by heaven, my lord.

    HAMLET
    There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he's an arrant knave.

    HORATIO
    There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
    To tell us this.

    HAMLET
    Why, right; you are i' the right;
    And so, without more circumstance at all,
    I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
    You, as your business and desire shall point you;
    For every man has business and desire,
    Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
    Look you, I'll go pray.

    HORATIO
    These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

    HAMLET
    I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
    Yes, 'faith heartily.

    HORATIO
    There's no offence, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
    And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
    It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
    For your desire to know what is between us,
    O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
    As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
    Give me one poor request.

    HORATIO
    What is't, my lord? we will.

    HAMLET
    Never make known what you have seen to-night.

    HORATIO MARCELLUS
    My lord, we will not.

    HAMLET
    Nay, but swear't.

    HORATIO
    In faith,
    My lord, not I.

    MARCELLUS
    Nor I, my lord, in faith.

    HAMLET
    Upon my sword.

    MARCELLUS
    We have sworn, my lord, already.

    HAMLET
    Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.

    Ghost
    [Beneath] Swear.

    HAMLET
    Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
    truepenny?
    Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
    Consent to swear.

    HORATIO
    Propose the oath, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Never to speak of this that you have seen,
    Swear by my sword.

    Ghost
    [Beneath] Swear.

    HAMLET
    Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
    Come hither, gentlemen,
    And lay your hands again upon my sword:
    Never to speak of this that you have heard,
    Swear by my sword.

    Ghost
    [Beneath] Swear.

    HAMLET
    Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
    A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.

    HORATIO
    O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

    HAMLET
    And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
    There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
    Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
    Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
    How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
    As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
    To put an antic disposition on,
    That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
    With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
    Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
    As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
    Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
    Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
    That you know aught of me: this not to do,
    So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.

    Ghost
    [Beneath] Swear.

    HAMLET
    Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

    They swear

    So, gentlemen,
    With all my love I do commend me to you:
    And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
    May do, to express his love and friending to you,
    God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
    And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
    The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
    That ever I was born to set it right!
    Nay, come, let's go together.


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    A room in POLONIUS' house

    Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO
    LORD POLONIUS
    Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.

    REYNALDO
    I will, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
    Before you visit him, to make inquire
    Of his behavior.

    REYNALDO
    My lord, I did intend it.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
    Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
    And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
    What company, at what expense; and finding
    By this encompassment and drift of question
    That they do know my son, come you more nearer
    Than your particular demands will touch it:
    Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
    As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,
    And in part him: ' do you mark this, Reynaldo?

    REYNALDO
    Ay, very well, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    'And in part him; but' you may say 'not well:
    But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
    Addicted so and so:' and there put on him
    What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
    As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
    But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
    As are companions noted and most known
    To youth and liberty.

    REYNALDO
    As gaming, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
    Drabbing: you may go so far.

    REYNALDO
    My lord, that would dishonour him.

    LORD POLONIUS
    'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge
    You must not put another scandal on him,
    That he is open to incontinency;
    That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
    That they may seem the taints of liberty,
    The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
    A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
    Of general assault.

    REYNALDO
    But, my good lord,--

    LORD POLONIUS
    Wherefore should you do this?

    REYNALDO
    Ay, my lord,
    I would know that.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Marry, sir, here's my drift;
    And I believe, it is a fetch of wit:
    You laying these slight sullies on my son,
    As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you,
    Your party in converse, him you would sound,
    Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
    The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
    He closes with you in this consequence;
    'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,'
    According to the phrase or the addition
    Of man and country.

    REYNALDO
    Very good, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    And then, sir, does he this--he does--what was I
    about to say? By the mass, I was about to say
    something: where did I leave?

    REYNALDO
    At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'
    and 'gentleman.'

    LORD POLONIUS
    At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
    He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman;
    I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
    Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
    There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
    There falling out at tennis:' or perchance,
    'I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
    Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
    See you now;
    Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
    And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
    With windlasses and with assays of bias,
    By indirections find directions out:
    So by my former lecture and advice,
    Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?

    REYNALDO
    My lord, I have.

    LORD POLONIUS
    God be wi' you; fare you well.

    REYNALDO
    Good my lord!

    LORD POLONIUS
    Observe his inclination in yourself.

    REYNALDO
    I shall, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    And let him ply his music.

    REYNALDO
    Well, my lord.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Farewell!

    Exit REYNALDO

    Enter OPHELIA

    How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?

    OPHELIA
    O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!

    LORD POLONIUS
    With what, i' the name of God?

    OPHELIA
    My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
    Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
    No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
    Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
    Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
    And with a look so piteous in purport
    As if he had been loosed out of hell
    To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Mad for thy love?

    OPHELIA
    My lord, I do not know;
    But truly, I do fear it.

    LORD POLONIUS
    What said he?

    OPHELIA
    He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
    Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
    And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
    He falls to such perusal of my face
    As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
    At last, a little shaking of mine arm
    And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
    He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
    As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
    And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
    And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
    He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
    For out o' doors he went without their helps,
    And, to the last, bended their light on me.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Come, go with me: I will go seek the king.
    This is the very ecstasy of love,
    Whose violent property fordoes itself
    And leads the will to desperate undertakings
    As oft as any passion under heaven
    That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
    What, have you given him any hard words of late?

    OPHELIA
    No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
    I did repel his fetters and denied
    His access to me.

    LORD POLONIUS
    That hath made him mad.
    I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
    I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
    And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
    By heaven, it is as proper to our age
    To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
    As it is common for the younger sort
    To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
    This must be known; which, being kept close, might
    move
    More grief to hide than hate to utter love.



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    A room in the castle

    Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants
    KING CLAUDIUS
    Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!
    Moreover that we much did long to see you,
    The need we have to use you did provoke
    Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
    Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it,
    Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man
    Resembles that it was. What it should be,
    More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
    So much from the understanding of himself,
    I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
    That, being of so young days brought up with him,
    And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior,
    That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
    Some little time: so by your companies
    To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather,
    So much as from occasion you may glean,
    Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
    That, open'd, lies within our remedy.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
    And sure I am two men there are not living
    To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
    To show us so much gentry and good will
    As to expend your time with us awhile,
    For the supply and profit of our hope,
    Your visitation shall receive such thanks
    As fits a king's remembrance.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Both your majesties
    Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
    Put your dread pleasures more into command
    Than to entreaty.

    GUILDENSTERN
    But we both obey,
    And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
    To lay our service freely at your feet,
    To be commanded.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:
    And I beseech you instantly to visit
    My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
    And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

    GUILDENSTERN
    Heavens make our presence and our practises
    Pleasant and helpful to him!

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Ay, amen!

    Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some Attendants

    Enter POLONIUS

    LORD POLONIUS
    The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
    Are joyfully return'd.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Thou still hast been the father of good news.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege,
    I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
    Both to my God and to my gracious king:
    And I do think, or else this brain of mine
    Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
    As it hath used to do, that I have found
    The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Give first admittance to the ambassadors;
    My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.

    Exit POLONIUS

    He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
    The head and source of all your son's distemper.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    I doubt it is no other but the main;
    His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Well, we shall sift him.

    Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS

    Welcome, my good friends!
    Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?

    VOLTIMAND
    Most fair return of greetings and desires.
    Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
    His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
    To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
    But, better look'd into, he truly found
    It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
    That so his sickness, age and impotence
    Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
    On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
    Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
    Makes vow before his uncle never more
    To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
    Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
    Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
    And his commission to employ those soldiers,
    So levied as before, against the Polack:
    With an entreaty, herein further shown,

    Giving a paper

    That it might please you to give quiet pass
    Through your dominions for this enterprise,
    On such regards of safety and allowance
    As therein are set down.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    It likes us well;
    And at our more consider'd time well read,
    Answer, and think upon this business.
    Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour:
    Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
    Most welcome home!

    Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS

    LORD POLONIUS
    This business is well ended.
    My liege, and madam, to expostulate
    What majesty should be, what duty is,
    Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
    Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
    Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
    And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
    I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
    Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
    What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
    But let that go.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    More matter, with less art.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
    That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
    And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
    But farewell it, for I will use no art.
    Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains
    That we find out the cause of this effect,
    Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
    For this effect defective comes by cause:
    Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend.
    I have a daughter--have while she is mine--
    Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
    Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.

    Reads

    'To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most
    beautified Ophelia,'--
    That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is
    a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus:

    Reads

    'In her excellent white bosom, these, & c.'

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Came this from Hamlet to her?

    LORD POLONIUS
    Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

    Reads

    'Doubt thou the stars are fire;
    Doubt that the sun doth move;
    Doubt truth to be a liar;
    But never doubt I love.
    'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
    I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
    I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
    'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
    this machine is to him, HAMLET.'
    This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
    And more above, hath his solicitings,
    As they fell out by time, by means and place,
    All given to mine ear.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    But how hath she
    Received his love?

    LORD POLONIUS
    What do you think of me?

    KING CLAUDIUS
    As of a man faithful and honourable.

    LORD POLONIUS
    I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
    When I had seen this hot love on the wing--
    As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
    Before my daughter told me--what might you,
    Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
    If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
    Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
    Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
    What might you think? No, I went round to work,
    And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
    'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star;
    This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her,
    That she should lock herself from his resort,
    Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
    Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
    And he, repulsed--a short tale to make--
    Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
    Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
    Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
    Into the madness wherein now he raves,
    And all we mourn for.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Do you think 'tis this?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    It may be, very likely.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--
    That I have positively said 'Tis so,'
    When it proved otherwise?

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Not that I know.

    LORD POLONIUS
    [Pointing to his head and shoulder]
    Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
    If circumstances lead me, I will find
    Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
    Within the centre.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    How may we try it further?

    LORD POLONIUS
    You know, sometimes he walks four hours together
    Here in the lobby.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    So he does indeed.

    LORD POLONIUS
    At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:
    Be you and I behind an arras then;
    Mark the encounter: if he love her not
    And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
    Let me be no assistant for a state,
    But keep a farm and carters.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    We will try it.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Away, I do beseech you, both away:
    I'll board him presently.

    Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and Attendants

    Enter HAMLET, reading

    O, give me leave:
    How does my good Lord Hamlet?

    HAMLET
    Well, God-a-mercy.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Do you know me, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Not I, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Then I would you were so honest a man.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Honest, my lord!

    HAMLET
    Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
    one man picked out of ten thousand.

    LORD POLONIUS
    That's very true, my lord.

    HAMLET
    For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
    god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter?

    LORD POLONIUS
    I have, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
    blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
    Friend, look to 't.

    LORD POLONIUS
    [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my
    daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I
    was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
    truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
    love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.
    What do you read, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Words, words, words.

    LORD POLONIUS
    What is the matter, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Between who?

    LORD POLONIUS
    I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
    that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
    wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
    plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
    wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
    though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
    I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
    yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
    you could go backward.

    LORD POLONIUS
    [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method
    in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Into my grave.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Indeed, that is out o' the air.

    Aside

    How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness
    that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity
    could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will
    leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of
    meeting between him and my daughter.--My honourable
    lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.

    HAMLET
    You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will
    more willingly part withal: except my life, except
    my life, except my life.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Fare you well, my lord.

    HAMLET
    These tedious old fools!

    Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

    LORD POLONIUS
    You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    [To POLONIUS] God save you, sir!

    Exit POLONIUS

    GUILDENSTERN
    My honoured lord!

    ROSENCRANTZ
    My most dear lord!

    HAMLET
    My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
    Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    As the indifferent children of the earth.

    GUILDENSTERN
    Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
    On fortune's cap we are not the very button.

    HAMLET
    Nor the soles of her shoe?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Neither, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
    her favours?

    GUILDENSTERN
    'Faith, her privates we.

    HAMLET
    In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
    is a strumpet. What's the news?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.

    HAMLET
    Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
    Let me question more in particular: what have you,
    my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
    that she sends you to prison hither?

    GUILDENSTERN
    Prison, my lord!

    HAMLET
    Denmark's a prison.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Then is the world one.

    HAMLET
    A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
    wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    We think not so, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
    either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
    it is a prison.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
    narrow for your mind.

    HAMLET
    O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count
    myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I
    have bad dreams.

    GUILDENSTERN
    Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
    substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

    HAMLET
    A dream itself is but a shadow.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a
    quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.

    HAMLET
    Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and
    outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we
    to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.

    ROSENCRANTZ GUILDENSTERN
    We'll wait upon you.

    HAMLET
    No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest
    of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest
    man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the
    beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.

    HAMLET
    Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I
    thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
    too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
    your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
    deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.

    GUILDENSTERN
    What should we say, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
    for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
    which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
    I know the good king and queen have sent for you.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    To what end, my lord?

    HAMLET
    That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
    the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
    our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
    love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
    charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
    whether you were sent for, or no?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    [Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you?

    HAMLET
    [Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you
    love me, hold not off.

    GUILDENSTERN
    My lord, we were sent for.

    HAMLET
    I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
    prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
    and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
    wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
    custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
    with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
    earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
    excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
    o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
    with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
    me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
    What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
    how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
    express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
    in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
    world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
    what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
    me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
    you seem to say so.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

    HAMLET
    Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what
    lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
    you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they
    coming, to offer you service.

    HAMLET
    He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty
    shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight
    shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not
    sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part
    in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
    lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall
    say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt
    for't. What players are they?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Even those you were wont to take delight in, the
    tragedians of the city.

    HAMLET
    How chances it they travel? their residence, both
    in reputation and profit, was better both ways.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    I think their inhibition comes by the means of the
    late innovation.

    HAMLET
    Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was
    in the city? are they so followed?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    No, indeed, are they not.

    HAMLET
    How comes it? do they grow rusty?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but
    there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases,
    that cry out on the top of question, and are most
    tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the
    fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they
    call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of
    goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.

    HAMLET
    What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are
    they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
    longer than they can sing? will they not say
    afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common
    players--as it is most like, if their means are no
    better--their writers do them wrong, to make them
    exclaim against their own succession?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and
    the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
    controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid
    for argument, unless the poet and the player went to
    cuffs in the question.

    HAMLET
    Is't possible?

    GUILDENSTERN
    O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

    HAMLET
    Do the boys carry it away?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.

    HAMLET
    It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of
    Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while
    my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an
    hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little.
    'Sblood, there is something in this more than
    natural, if philosophy could find it out.

    Flourish of trumpets within

    GUILDENSTERN
    There are the players.

    HAMLET
    Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands,
    come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion
    and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb,
    lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you,
    must show fairly outward, should more appear like
    entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my
    uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.

    GUILDENSTERN
    In what, my dear lord?

    HAMLET
    I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
    southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.

    Enter POLONIUS

    LORD POLONIUS
    Well be with you, gentlemen!

    HAMLET
    Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a
    hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
    out of his swaddling-clouts.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Happily he's the second time come to them; for they
    say an old man is twice a child.

    HAMLET
    I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
    mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning;
    'twas so indeed.

    LORD POLONIUS
    My lord, I have news to tell you.

    HAMLET
    My lord, I have news to tell you.
    When Roscius was an actor in Rome,--

    LORD POLONIUS
    The actors are come hither, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Buz, buz!

    LORD POLONIUS
    Upon mine honour,--

    HAMLET
    Then came each actor on his ***,--

    LORD POLONIUS
    The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
    comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,
    historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-
    comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or
    poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
    Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the
    liberty, these are the only men.

    HAMLET
    O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!

    LORD POLONIUS
    What a treasure had he, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Why,
    'One fair daughter and no more,
    The which he loved passing well.'

    LORD POLONIUS
    [Aside] Still on my daughter.

    HAMLET
    Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?

    LORD POLONIUS
    If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter
    that I love passing well.

    HAMLET
    Nay, that follows not.

    LORD POLONIUS
    What follows, then, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Why,
    'As by lot, God wot,'
    and then, you know,
    'It came to pass, as most like it was,'--
    the first row of the pious chanson will show you
    more; for look, where my abridgement comes.

    Enter four or five Players

    You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad
    to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old
    friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last:
    comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young
    lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is
    nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
    altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like
    apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the
    ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en
    to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see:
    we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste
    of your quality; come, a passionate speech.

    First Player
    What speech, my lord?

    HAMLET
    I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
    never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the
    play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
    caviare to the general: but it was--as I received
    it, and others, whose judgments in such matters
    cried in the top of mine--an excellent play, well
    digested in the scenes, set down with as much
    modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there
    were no sallets in the lines to make the matter
    savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might
    indict the author of affectation; but called it an
    honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
    much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I
    chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and
    thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of
    Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin
    at this line: let me see, let me see--
    'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'--
    it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:--
    'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
    Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
    When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
    Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
    With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
    Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
    With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
    Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
    That lend a tyrannous and damned light
    To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire,
    And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
    With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
    Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
    So, proceed you.

    LORD POLONIUS
    'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and
    good discretion.

    First Player
    'Anon he finds him
    Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
    Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
    Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
    Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
    But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
    The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
    Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
    Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
    Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
    Which was declining on the milky head
    Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
    So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
    And like a neutral to his will and matter,
    Did nothing.
    But, as we often see, against some storm,
    A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
    The bold winds speechless and the orb below
    As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
    Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
    Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work;
    And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
    On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne
    With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
    Now falls on Priam.
    Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
    In general synod 'take away her power;
    Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
    And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
    As low as to the fiends!'

    LORD POLONIUS
    This is too long.

    HAMLET
    It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee,
    say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he
    sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba.

    First Player
    'But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen--'

    HAMLET
    'The mobled queen?'

    LORD POLONIUS
    That's good; 'mobled queen' is good.

    First Player
    'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
    With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
    Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
    About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
    A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
    Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
    'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have
    pronounced:
    But if the gods themselves did see her then
    When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
    In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
    The instant burst of clamour that she made,
    Unless things mortal move them not at all,
    Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
    And passion in the gods.'

    LORD POLONIUS
    Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has
    tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.

    HAMLET
    'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon.
    Good my lord, will you see the players well
    bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for
    they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
    time: after your death you were better have a bad
    epitaph than their ill report while you live.

    LORD POLONIUS
    My lord, I will use them according to their desert.

    HAMLET
    God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man
    after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
    Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
    they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
    Take them in.

    LORD POLONIUS
    Come, sirs.

    HAMLET
    Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.

    Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First

    Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the
    Murder of Gonzago?

    First Player
    Ay, my lord.

    HAMLET
    We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need,
    study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
    I would set down and insert in't, could you not?

    First Player
    Ay, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him
    not.

    Exit First Player

    My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are
    welcome to Elsinore.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Good my lord!

    HAMLET
    Ay, so, God be wi' ye;

    Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

    Now I am alone.
    O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
    Is it not monstrous that this player here,
    But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
    Could force his soul so to his own conceit
    That from her working all his visage wann'd,
    Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
    A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
    With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
    For Hecuba!
    What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
    That he should weep for her? What would he do,
    Had he the motive and the cue for passion
    That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
    And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
    Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
    Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
    The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
    A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
    Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
    And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
    Upon whose property and most dear life
    A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
    Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
    Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
    Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
    As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
    Ha!
    'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
    But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
    To make oppression bitter, or ere this
    I should have fatted all the region kites
    With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
    Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
    O, vengeance!
    Why, what an *** am I! This is most brave,
    That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
    Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
    Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
    And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
    A scullion!
    Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
    That guilty creatures sitting at a play
    Have by the very cunning of the scene
    Been struck so to the soul that presently
    They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
    For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
    With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
    Play something like the murder of my father
    Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
    I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
    I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
    May be the devil: and the devil hath power
    To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
    Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
    As he is very potent with such spirits,
    Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
    More relative than this: the play 's the thing
    Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.


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    A hall in the castle.



    Enter HAMLET and Players
    HAMLET
    Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
    you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
    as many of your 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,
    the whirlwind of 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 dumbshows and noise: I would have such
    a fellow whipped for o'erdoing *****gant; it
    out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.

    First Player
    I warrant your honour.

    HAMLET
    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 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 judicious grieve; the
    censure of the which one must in your allowance
    o'erweigh 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 having 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.

    First Player
    I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
    sir.

    HAMLET
    O, reform it altogether. And let those that play
    your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
    for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
    set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
    too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
    question of the play be then to be considered:
    that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
    in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.

    Exeunt Players

    Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN

    How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work?

    LORD POLONIUS
    And the queen too, and that presently.

    HAMLET
    Bid the players make haste.

    Exit POLONIUS

    Will you two help to hasten them?

    ROSENCRANTZ GUILDENSTERN
    We will, my lord.

    Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

    HAMLET
    What ho! Horatio!

    Enter HORATIO

    HORATIO
    Here, sweet lord, at your service.

    HAMLET
    Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
    As e'er my conversation coped withal.

    HORATIO
    O, my dear lord,--

    HAMLET
    Nay, do not think I flatter;
    For what advancement may I hope from thee
    That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
    To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
    No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
    And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
    Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
    Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
    And could of men distinguish, her election
    Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
    As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
    A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
    Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
    Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled,
    That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
    To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
    That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
    In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
    As I do thee.--Something too much of this.--
    There is a play to-night before the king;
    One scene of it comes near the circumstance
    Which I have told thee of my father's death:
    I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
    Even with the very comment of thy soul
    Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
    Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
    It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
    And my imaginations are as foul
    As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
    For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
    And after we will both our judgments join
    In censure of his seeming.

    HORATIO
    Well, my lord:
    If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
    And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

    HAMLET
    They are coming to the play; I must be idle:
    Get you a place.

    Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others

    KING CLAUDIUS
    How fares our cousin Hamlet?

    HAMLET
    Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat
    the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words
    are not mine.

    HAMLET
    No, nor mine now.

    To POLONIUS

    My lord, you played once i' the university, you say?

    LORD POLONIUS
    That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.

    HAMLET
    What did you enact?

    LORD POLONIUS
    I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the
    Capitol; Brutus killed me.

    HAMLET
    It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf
    there. Be the players ready?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

    HAMLET
    No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.

    LORD POLONIUS
    [To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that?

    HAMLET
    Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

    Lying down at OPHELIA's feet

    OPHELIA
    No, my lord.

    HAMLET
    I mean, my head upon your lap?

    OPHELIA
    Ay, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Do you think I meant country matters?

    OPHELIA
    I think nothing, my lord.

    HAMLET
    That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

    OPHELIA
    What is, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Nothing.

    OPHELIA
    You are merry, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Who, I?

    OPHELIA
    Ay, my lord.

    HAMLET
    O God, 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.

    OPHELIA
    Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

    HAMLET
    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.'

    Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters

    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 wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love

    Exeunt

    OPHELIA
    What means this, my lord?

    HAMLET
    Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

    OPHELIA
    Belike this show imports the argument of the play.

    Enter Prologue

    HAMLET
    We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot
    keep counsel; they'll tell all.

    OPHELIA
    Will he tell us what this show meant?

    HAMLET
    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.

    OPHELIA
    You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.

    Prologue
    For us, and for our tragedy,
    Here stooping to your clemency,
    We beg your hearing patiently.

    Exit

    HAMLET
    Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?

    OPHELIA
    'Tis brief, my lord.

    HAMLET
    As woman's love.

    Enter two Players, King and Queen

    Player King
    Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round
    Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
    And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
    About the world have times twelve thirties been,
    Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
    Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

    Player Queen
    So many journeys may the sun and moon
    Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
    But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
    So far from cheer and from your former state,
    That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,
    Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
    For women's fear and love holds quantity;
    In neither aught, or in extremity.
    Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
    And as my love is sized, my fear is so:
    Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
    Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

    Player King
    'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
    My operant powers their functions leave to do:
    And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
    Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind
    For husband shalt thou--

    Player Queen
    O, confound the rest!
    Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
    In second husband let me be accurst!
    None wed the second but who kill'd the first.

    HAMLET
    [Aside] Wormwood, wormwood.

    Player Queen
    The instances that second marriage move
    Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
    A second time I kill my husband dead,
    When second husband kisses me in bed.

    Player King
    I do believe you think what now you speak;
    But what we do determine oft we break.
    Purpose is but the slave to memory,
    Of violent birth, but poor validity;
    Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
    But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
    Most necessary 'tis that we forget
    To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
    What to ourselves in passion we propose,
    The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
    The violence of either grief or joy
    Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
    Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
    Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
    This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
    That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
    For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
    Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
    The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;
    The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
    And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
    For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
    And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
    Directly seasons him his enemy.
    But, orderly to end where I begun,
    Our wills and fates do so contrary run
    That our devices still are overthrown;
    Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
    So think thou wilt no second husband wed;
    But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

    Player Queen
    Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!
    Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
    To desperation turn my trust and hope!
    An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope!
    Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
    Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
    Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
    If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

    HAMLET
    If she should break it now!

    Player King
    'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
    My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
    The tedious day with sleep.

    Sleeps

    Player Queen
    Sleep rock thy brain,
    And never come mischance between us twain!

    Exit

    HAMLET
    Madam, how like you this play?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    The lady protests too much, methinks.

    HAMLET
    O, but she'll keep her word.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?

    HAMLET
    No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence
    i' the world.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    What do you call the play?

    HAMLET
    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 o'
    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.

    OPHELIA
    You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

    HAMLET
    I could interpret between you and your love, if I
    could see the puppets dallying.

    OPHELIA
    You are keen, my lord, you are keen.

    HAMLET
    It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

    OPHELIA
    Still better, and worse.

    HAMLET
    So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;
    pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
    'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'

    LUCIANUS
    Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;
    Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
    Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
    With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
    Thy natural magic and dire property,
    On wholesome life usurp immediately.

    Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears

    HAMLET
    He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His
    name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
    choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer
    gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

    OPHELIA
    The king rises.

    HAMLET
    What, frighted with false fire!

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    How fares my lord?

    LORD POLONIUS
    Give o'er the play.

    KING CLAUDIUS
    Give me some light: away!

    All
    Lights, lights, lights!

    Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO

    HAMLET
    Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
    The hart ungalled play;
    For some must watch, while some must sleep:
    So runs the world away.
    Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if
    the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two
    Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
    fellowship in a cry of players, sir?

    HORATIO
    Half a share.

    HAMLET
    A whole one, I.
    For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
    This realm dismantled was
    Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
    A very, very--pajock.

    HORATIO
    You might have rhymed.

    HAMLET
    O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
    thousand pound. Didst perceive?

    HORATIO
    Very well, my lord.

    HAMLET
    Upon the talk of the poisoning?

    HORATIO
    I did very well note him.

    HAMLET
    Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
    For if the king like not the comedy,
    Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
    Come, some music!

    Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN

    GUILDENSTERN
    Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

    HAMLET
    Sir, a whole history.

    GUILDENSTERN
    The king, sir,--

    HAMLET
    Ay, sir, what of him?

    GUILDENSTERN
    Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.

    HAMLET
    With drink, sir?

    GUILDENSTERN
    No, my lord, rather with choler.

    HAMLET
    Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
    signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him
    to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
    more choler.

    GUILDENSTERN
    Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and
    start not so wildly from my affair.

    HAMLET
    I am tame, sir: pronounce.

    GUILDENSTERN
    The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of
    spirit, hath sent me to you.

    HAMLET
    You are welcome.

    GUILDENSTERN
    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.

    HAMLET
    Sir, I cannot.

    GUILDENSTERN
    What, my lord?

    HAMLET
    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,--

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her
    into amazement and admiration.

    HAMLET
    O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But
    is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
    admiration? Impart.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you
    go to bed.

    HAMLET
    We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have
    you any further trade with us?

    ROSENCRANTZ
    My lord, you once did love me.

    HAMLET
    So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you
    do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if
    you deny your griefs to your friend.

    HAMLET
    Sir, I lack advancement.

    ROSENCRANTZ
    How can that be, when you have the voice of the king
    himself for your succession in Denmark?

    HAMLET
    Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb
    is something musty.

    Re-enter 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?

    GUILDENSTERN
    O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
    unmannerly.

    HAMLET
    I do not well understand that. Will you play upon
    this pipe?

    GUILDENSTERN
    My lord, I cannot.

    HAMLET
    I pray you.

    GUILDENSTERN
    Believe me, I cannot.

    HAMLET
    I do beseech you.

    GUILDENSTERN
    I know no touch of it, my lord.

    HAMLET
    'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with
    your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your
    mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
    Look you, these are the stops.

    GUILDENSTERN
    But these cannot I command to any utterance of
    harmony; I have not the skill.

    HAMLET
    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; 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, yet you
    cannot play upon me.

    Enter POLONIUS

    God bless you, sir!

    LORD POLONIUS
    My lord, the queen would speak with you, and
    presently.

    HAMLET
    Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?

    LORD POLONIUS
    By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.

    HAMLET
    Methinks it is like a weasel.

    LORD POLONIUS
    It is backed like a weasel.

    HAMLET
    Or like a whale?

    LORD POLONIUS
    Very like a whale.

    HAMLET
    Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool
    me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.

    LORD POLONIUS
    I will say so.

    HAMLET
    By and by is easily said.

    Exit POLONIUS

    Leave me, friends.

    Exeunt all but HAMLET

    Tis now the very witching time of night,
    When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
    Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
    And do such bitter business as the day
    Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
    O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
    The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
    Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
    I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
    My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
    How in my words soever she be shent,
    To give them seals never, my soul, consent!

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    The Queen's closet

    Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS
    LORD POLONIUS
    He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
    Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
    And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
    Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
    Pray you, be round with him.

    HAMLET
    [Within] Mother, mother, mother!

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    I'll warrant you,
    Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.

    POLONIUS hides behind the arras

    Enter HAMLET

    HAMLET
    Now, mother, what's the matter?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

    HAMLET
    Mother, you have my father much offended.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

    HAMLET
    Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Why, how now, Hamlet!

    HAMLET
    What's the matter now?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Have you forgot me?

    HAMLET
    No, by the rood, not so:
    You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
    And--would it were not so!--you are my mother.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.

    HAMLET
    Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
    You go not till I set you up a glass
    Where you may see the inmost part of you.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
    Help, help, ho!

    LORD POLONIUS
    [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

    HAMLET
    [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!

    Makes a pass through the arras

    LORD POLONIUS
    [Behind] O, I am slain!

    Falls and dies

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    O me, what hast thou done?

    HAMLET
    Nay, I know not:
    Is it the king?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!

    HAMLET
    A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
    As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    As kill a king!

    HAMLET
    Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

    Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS

    Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
    I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
    Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
    Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
    And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
    If it be made of penetrable stuff,
    If damned custom have not brass'd it so
    That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
    In noise so rude against me?

    HAMLET
    Such an act
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
    Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
    From the fair forehead of an innocent love
    And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
    As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
    As from the body of contraction plucks
    The very soul, and sweet religion makes
    A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
    Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
    With tristful visage, as against the doom,
    Is thought-sick at the act.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Ay me, what act,
    That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

    HAMLET
    Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
    The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
    See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
    Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
    A station like the herald Mercury
    New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
    A combination and a form indeed,
    Where every god did seem to set his seal,
    To give the world assurance of a man:
    This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
    Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
    Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
    Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
    And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
    You cannot call it love; for at your age
    The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
    And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
    Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
    Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
    Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
    Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
    But it reserved some quantity of choice,
    To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
    That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
    Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
    Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
    Or but a sickly part of one true sense
    Could not so mope.
    O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
    To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
    And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
    When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
    Since frost itself as actively doth burn
    And reason panders will.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    O Hamlet, speak no more:
    Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
    And there I see such black and grained spots
    As will not leave their tinct.

    HAMLET
    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 GERTRUDE
    O, speak to me no more;
    These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
    No more, sweet Hamlet!

    HAMLET
    A murderer and a villain;
    A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
    Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
    A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
    That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
    And put it in his pocket!

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    No more!

    HAMLET
    A king of shreds and patches,--

    Enter Ghost

    Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
    You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Alas, he's mad!

    HAMLET
    Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
    That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
    The important acting of your dread command? O, say!

    Ghost
    Do not forget: this visitation
    Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
    But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
    O, step between her and her fighting soul:
    Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
    Speak to her, Hamlet.

    HAMLET
    How is it with you, lady?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Alas, how is't with you,
    That you do bend your eye on vacancy
    And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
    Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
    And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
    Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
    Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
    Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
    Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

    HAMLET
    On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
    His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
    Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
    Lest with this piteous action you convert
    My stern effects: then what I have to do
    Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    To whom do you speak this?

    HAMLET
    Do you see nothing there?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.

    HAMLET
    Nor did you nothing hear?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    No, nothing but ourselves.

    HAMLET
    Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
    My father, in his habit as he lived!
    Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!

    Exit Ghost

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    This the very coinage of your brain:
    This bodiless creation ecstasy
    Is very cunning in.

    HAMLET
    Ecstasy!
    My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
    And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
    That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
    And I the matter will re-word; which madness
    Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
    Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
    That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
    It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
    Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
    Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
    Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
    And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
    To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
    For in the fatness of these pursy times
    Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
    Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

    HAMLET
    O, throw away the worser part of it,
    And live the purer with the other half.
    Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
    Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
    That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
    Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
    That to the use of actions fair and good
    He likewise gives a frock or livery,
    That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
    And that shall lend a kind of easiness
    To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
    For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
    And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out
    With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
    And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
    I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,

    Pointing to POLONIUS

    I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
    To punish me with this and this with me,
    That I must be their scourge and minister.
    I will bestow him, and will answer well
    The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
    I must be cruel, only to be kind:
    Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
    One word more, good lady.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    What shall I do?

    HAMLET
    Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
    Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
    Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
    And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
    Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
    Make you to ravel all this matter out,
    That I essentially am not in madness,
    But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
    For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
    Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
    Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
    No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
    Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
    Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
    To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
    And break your own neck down.

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
    And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
    What thou hast said to me.

    HAMLET
    I must to England; you know that?

    QUEEN GERTRUDE
    Alack,
    I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.

    HAMLET
    There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
    Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
    They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
    And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
    For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
    Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
    But I will delve one yard below their mines,
    And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
    When in one line two crafts directly meet.
    This man shall set me packing:
    I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
    Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
    Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
    Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
    Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
    Good night, mother.

    Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS
     

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