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HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
knows, Why this sam So nightly toi
MARCELLO; } Oficers.
Persons of the Drama.
FRANCISCO, a soldier.
REYNALDO, servant to Polonius. Horatio, friend to Hamlet,
4 Captain. Laertes, son to Polonius.
An Ambassador. VOLTIMAND,
Ghost of Hamlet's father. CORNELIUS, courtiers,
FORTINBRAS, prince of Norway. RosenCRANTZ,
Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamleh GUILDENSTERN,
Ophelia, daughter of Polonius. OSRIC, a courtier.
Lords, Ladies, officers, Soldiers, Playera, GroveAnother Courtier.
diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendo A Priest.
Scene, -- Elsinore.
And why such
The source Of this pos
Ber. I thir
Well may i Comes arme That was, 5
Hor, Amo In the most A little ere
A C T I.
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen. SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Hor. Well, sit we down, castle.
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this!
When yon same star, that's westward from the pole,
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself
, Ber. Long live the king !
The bell then beating one, Fran. Bernardo ?
Mar. Peace, break thee off, look, where it comes Ber. He.
again! Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio!
Hor. Most like: -
, and And I am sick at heart.
wonder, Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
Ber. It would be spoke to. Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Mar. Speak to it, Horatio ! Ber. Well, good night!
Hor. What art thou,
that usurp’st this time el If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
night, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste!
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
speak! Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. It is offended. Mar. And liegemen to the Dane
Ber. See! it stalks away.
Hor. Stay! speak! speak I charge thee, speak!
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and looks Give you good night!
(Exil Francisco. pale : Mar. Holla! Bernardo !
Is not this something more than fantasy? Ber. Say!
What think you of it? What, is Horatio there?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Hor. A piece of him.
Without the sensible and true avouch Ber. Welcome, Horatio! welcome, good Mar- of mine own eyes. cellus !
Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to- Hor. As thou art to thyseli: night?
Such was the very armour he had on, Ber. I have seen nothing.
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead
hour, That, if again this apparition come,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I kvor Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
not; Ber. Sit down awhile;
Bat, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, And let us once again assail your ears,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
As, stars wi Disasters in Upon whose
Was siek al
Bot, soft ;
Speak to me
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, knows,
(Cock crows. Why this same strict and most observant watch Speak of it!-- stay, and speak! — Stop it, Marcellus ! So nightly toils the subject of the land ?
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
Hor. Do, if it will not stand. And foreign mart for implements of war;
Ber. 'Tis here! Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Hor. 'Tis here! Does not divide the Sunday from the week ; Mar. 'Tis gone!
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
The extravagant and erring spirit hies Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, To his confine: and of the truth herein Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: This present object made probation. Against the which, a moiety competent
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes, To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And carriage of the article design'd,
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; strategy His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. For food and diet, to some enterprize
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, That hath a stomach in't: which is no other Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: (As it doth well appear onto our state,)
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, The source of this our watch; and the chief head As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? of this post-haste and romage in the land.
Mar. Let's do't, I pray! and I this morniug know, Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so:
Where we shall find him most convenient. (Exeunt. Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king SCENE II. The same. A room of state in the That was, and is, the question of these wars.
same. Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye.
Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, LaerIn the most high and palmy state of Rome,
tes, VOLTIMAND, Cornelius, Lords, und Attendants. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's
death The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
The Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
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, And even the like precurse of fierce events,
The imperial jointress of this warlike state, As harbingers preceding still the fates,
Have we, as And prologue to the omen coming on,
ere, with a defeated joy, Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
With one auspicious, and one dropping, eye; Unto our climatures and countrymen.
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
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,Speak to me!
Holding a weak supposal of our worthr; If there be any good thing to be done,
Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Speak to me!
Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
He hath not faild to pester us with message, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
Importing the surrender of those lands, O, speak!
Lost by his father, with all bands of law, Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
To our most valiant brother. - So much for him. Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.
And what make you
Thus much the business is. We have here writ In filial obligation, for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver
In obstinate condolement, is a course Of this his nephew's purpose, -to suppress
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: His further gait herein ; in that the levies,
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; The lists, and full proportions, are all made
A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; Out of his subject :- and we here dispatch An understanding simple and unschool'd: You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
For what, we know, must be, and is as commor, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Giving to yoù no further personal power
Why should we, in our peevish opposition, To business with the king, more than the scope Take it to heart ? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, of these dilated articles allow.
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty ! To reason most absurd; whose common theme Cor. et Vol. In that, and all things, will we show Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, our duty.
From the first corse, till he that died to-day, King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell! This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth
[ Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. This unprevailing woe; and think of as
And with no less nobility of love,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
It is most retrograde to our desire:
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet
! Your leave and favour to return to France; I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg! From whevce though willingly I came to Denmark, Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam! To shew my duty in your coronation;
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply;
Be as ourself in Denmark. -- Madam, come!
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit agais, leave,
Re-speaking carthly thunder. Come away! By laboursome petition; and, at last,
[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, etc. Polonisa Upon his will I seald my hard consent:
and Laertes. I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
[Aside. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my Thou know’st
, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, That he might not beteem the winds of bearen Passing through nature to eternity.
Visit her face too roughly, Heaven and earth! Hum. Ay, madam, it is common.
Must I remember? why, she would hang ou biz, Queen. If it be,
As if increase of appetite had grown Why seems it so particular with thee?
By what it fed on: and yet, within a month, Ham. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ! I know not seems •Let me not think on't; - Frailty, thy name
ef "Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
woman ! Nor customary suits of solemo black,
A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
With which she follow'd my poor father's bods, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Like Niebe, all tears : -- why she, even she, -
0 heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
She married. - most wicked speed, to post
Ham. In my mind
Hor. Season you
Han. Did you o
Ham. 'Tis very
Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. 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.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs ! but this troubles me. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Hold you the watch to-night?
All. We do, my lord! Ham. Sir, my good friend! I'll change that name Ham. Arm'd, say you? 1
All. Arm’d, my lord!
All. My lord, from head to foot..
Ilam. Then saw you not
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.. To make it truster of your own report
Ham. Pale, or red ? Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. Hor. Nay, very pale. But what is your atlair in Elsinore ?
Ham. And fix'd eyes upon you? We'll teach you to drink deep, ere yon depart. llor. Most constantly.
llor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I would, I had been there. habent Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.
Ham. Very like, llor. Sudeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Very like. Stay'd it long? Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral bak’a Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a
hundred. Dill coldly furnish forth the mariage tables. Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Ilor. Not when I saw it. Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !-
Iłam. His beard was grizzl'd ? no ?
Ilor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd. * My lord ?
Hum. I will watch to-night;
Perchance, 'twill walk again.
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, Hlor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, llam. Saw! who?
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 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.
(Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. In the dead waist and middle of the night, My father's spirit in arms! all is not well ; Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, I doubt some foul play:'would, the night were come! Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pé,
Till then sit still, my soul! Foul deeds will rise, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to meu's eyes. Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd,
[Exit. By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,
SCENEJU. - 4 room in POLONTUS's house. Within his trancheon's length ; whilst they, distillid
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Laer. My necessaries are embark’d; farewell !
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
Oph. Do you doubt that ?
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
Oph. No more but so ?
l'or nature, crescent, does not grow alone Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, Put, even then, the morning cock crew loud; The inward service of the mind and soul And at the sound it shrunk in haste
Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; And vanish'd from our sight.
And now no soil, nor cautel, doth hesmirch
The virtue of his will : but, you must lear,
Ham. Ay, ma
pa Doth all the
To his own
His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own; And you yourself shall keep the key of it
. For he himself is subject to his birth :
Laer. Farewell !
(Exit Laertes. He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
Have of your audience been most free and bountecas :
If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me,
What is between you give me up the truth!
of his affection to me.
Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green gish
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think
Pol. Marry, I'll teach you! think yourself a baby;
have ta’en these tenders for true pas,
Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool.
Oph. My lord, he hath importan'd me with love,
Io honourable fashion.
hath given countenance to his spect
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
Giving more light than heat, - extinct in both,
Even in their promise, as it is a making, --
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence ;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet
you! [Laying his hand on Laertes heud. Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers
Not of that die which their investments show,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
The better to beguile. This is for all, ---
Have you so slander any moment's leisure,
As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet
Oph. I shall obey, my lord !
SCENE IV. -- The platform.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and MARCELLES,
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
Ham. What hour now?
Hor. I think, it latks of twelve.
Hor. Indeed! I heard it not; it then draws de
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
(4 flourish of trumpets, and ordnance storey
What does this mean, my lord ?
Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes bi
, and the swaggering op-spring
The triumph of his pledge.
Hor. Is it a custom?
Let me ng
To you a
I do not
Or to the
Without That lo And her tlam.