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Ham. Ay, marry, is't:
Go on, I'll follow thee!
Ham. Hold off
hands! More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. Hor. Be rul’d, you shall not go! This heavy-headed revel, east and west,
Ham. My fate cries out,
(Ghost beckons. From our achievements, though perform’d at height, Still am I call’d;—unhand me, gentlemen! The pith and marrow of our attribute.
[Breaking from them. So, oft'it chances in particular men,
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me:That, for some vicious mole of nature in them, I say, away! - Go on, I'll follow thee! As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty,
(Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Since nature cannot choose his origin,)
Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Mar. Let's follow! 'tis not fit thus to obey him. oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Hor. Have after!-To what issue will this come? Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. The form of plausive manners; – that these men,- Hor. Heaven will direct it. Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect;
Mar. Nay, let's follow him !
[Exeunt. Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else (be they as pure, as grace, SCENE V. – A more remote part of the platform. As infinite, as man may undergo,)
Re-enter Ghost and Hamlet. Shall in the general censure take corruption Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll go no From that particular fault. The dram of base
further! Doth all the noble substance often dout,
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. I will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
To what I shall unfold. Thou com'st in such questionable shape,
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear. That I will speak to thee; I'll call thee, Hamlet, Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. King, father, royal Dane! 0, answer me!
Ham. What? Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,
Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; Have dirst their cerements! why the sepulchre, And, for the day, confiu'd to fast in fires, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To cast thee up again! What may this mean, To tell the secrets of my prison-house, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood : Making night hideous: and we fools of nature, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; So horridly to shake our disposition,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.-List, list, o list! To you alone.
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,
Ham. O heaven!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most annatural murder!
Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
Ham. Haste me to know it ; that S, with wings as swift,
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost. I find thee apt;
And duller should'st thou be, than the fat weed,
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Hor. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear! lord,
'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Now wears his crown.
Ham. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle !
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, And hears it roar beneath.
(0 wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power Ham. It waves me still:
So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust
Than are dre
Bat come! Here, as befc
That you, a With arms Or by prone
, we would ;be, an if th
Or such am
So grace an Ghost. (B. Ham. Res! With all my And what se May do, to God willing And still
yo The time is That ever 1 Nay, come,
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen: Ham. So be it!
Mar. (Within.] Nilo, ho, ho, my lord!
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come! That it went hand in hand even with the vow
Enter Horatio and MarcelleS.
Mar. How is't, my noble lord ?
Ham. O, wonderful!
Hor. Good my lord, tell it! Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven;
Ham. No; So last, though to a radiant angel link'd,
You will reveal it. Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
Ilor. Not I, my lord, by heaven!
Mar. Nor I, my lord!
But you'll be secret, -
Hor. Mar. Ay, by, heaven, my
lord! With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
Ham. There's ne'er a villain,dwelling in all Denmart, And in the porches of mine ears did pour
But he's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from
To tell us this.
Ham. Why, right! you are in the right! And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And so, without more circumstance at all, And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine; You, as your business, and desire, shall point you; And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
For every man hath business and desire, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, Such as it is, -- and, for my own poor part, All my smooth body.
Look you, I will go pray. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord! Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd: Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes, Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
'Faith, heartily! Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;
Hor. There's no offence, my
lord! No reckoning made, but sent to my account Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, With all my imperfections on my head :
And much offence too. Touching this vision bere, O, horrible! 0, horrible! most horrible!
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you; If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not!
For your desire to know what is between us, Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
O'ermaster it as you may. And now, good frienden A couch for luxury and damned incest!
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
Ham, Nay, but swear't ! Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me!
(Exit, Hor. In faith, Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What My lord, not I! else?
Mar. Nor I, my lord, in faith! And shall I couple hell? -0 fye! Hold, hold, my Hum. Upon my sword! heart !
Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
Ham, Indeed, upon my sword, indeed!
Ghost. (Beneath) Swear!
true-penny? Yea, from the table of my memory
Come on, - you hear this fellow in the cellarage,
Consent to swear!
Swear by my sword!
Ghost. | Beneath.) Swear! Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Ham. Hic et ubique? then we will shift our O most pernicious woman!
ground :O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
Come hither, gentlemen! My tables, -- meet it is, I set it down,
And lay your hands again upon my sword! That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
Swear by my sword, At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:
Never to speak of this that yon have heard !
(Writing, Ghost. (Beneath.) Swear by his sword! So, uncle, there you are. Now, to my word;
Ham. Well said, old mole! can'st work i'the earth It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me !
so fast? I have sworn't.
A worthy pioneer!-- Once more remove,good friends! Hor. (Within.) My lord, my lord,
Hor, o day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Mar. (Within.) Lord Hamlet,
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome Hor. (Within.) Heaven secure him!
There ere more things in heaven and earth, Horation
Of his bel Rey. MPol. Ma Inquire And how
Than you Take you
As are cc To youth
Drabbing Rey, M
You mus That he That's a
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Pol. Marry, sir, here's my drift!
And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant;
You laying these slight sullies on my son,
As 'twere a thing a little soild i'the working,
Your party in converse, him you would sound,
He closes with you in this consequence,
Of man, and country.
Rey. Very good, my
What was I about to say ? — By the mass, I was
about to say something: where did I leave? Ham. Rest
, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen, Rey. At, closes in the consequence. With all my love I do commeud me to you:
Pol. At, closes in the consequence, – dy marry: And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
He closes with you thus:- I know the gentleman ;
There was he gaming ; there o'ertook in his rouse;
There falling out at tennis: or perchance,
[Exeunt. I suw 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;
With windlaces, and with assays of bias,
So, by my former lecture and advice,
Rey. My lord, I have!
Pol. God be wi'
Rey. Good my lord,
Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; Rey. I shall, my lord !
(Exit. By this encompassment and drift of question,
Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd;
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; 3!
Addicted so and so; – and there put on him Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
As if he had been loosed out of hell,
Pul. Mad for thy love?
Oph. My lord, I do not know;
But, truly, I do fear it.
Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
At last, a little shaking of mine arm,
He rais’d 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.
Pol. Come, go with me! I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstacy of love,
have not a thee best,
Whose violent property, foredoes itself,
Or, rather st And leads the will to desperate undertakings,
Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
For this effe
Thus it rem
I have a da
Who, in he
Both to my God, and to my gracious king:
- To the
beauti I am sorry, that with better heed and judgment, Hunts not the trail of policy so sure,
vile phrase And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
In here It seems, it is as proper to our age
King. 0, speak of that; that do I long to hear! Queen. C To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,
Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors; Pol. God As it is common for the younger sort
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast
. fal. To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king! King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in! Doub This must be known; which, being kept close,
Do might move
He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found Doub More grief to hide, than hate to utter love. The head and source of all your son's distemper
Bu Come! [Exeunt. Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main;
O dear SCENE II. - A room in the castle.
His father's death, and our o'er hasty marriage.
This, in o
As they fe of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it,
Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd King. Bu
That so his sickness, age, and impotence,
On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
Makes vow before his uncle, never more
Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
With an entreaty, herein further shown,
(Gires a paper
That it might please you to give quiet pass
King. It likes us well;
And, at our more consider'd time, we'll read,
Answer, and think upon this busivess.
Meantime, we thank you for your well-topk labeer
Go to your rest! at night we'll feast together!
dread pleasures more into command,
Pol. This business is well ended.
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
Why day is day, right night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes -
Mad call I it; for, to define true madoess,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?
Go, some of you,
But let that go!
Queen. More matter, with less art!
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.
That we find out the cause of this effect;
Pol. I w
think When Ih
And my )
tha That I When
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelos
King Pol. I
If circu Where Withic
Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;
Mark the encounter: if he love her not,
And be not from his reason fallen thereon,
Let me be no assistant for a state,
But keep a farm, and carters.
Enter Hamlet, reading.
Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away! That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a I'll board him presently: - 0, give me leave! vile plırase; but you shall hear. Thus:
[Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants.
Ham. Well, god-'a-mercy!
Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
Pol. Honest, my lord ?
Ham. Ay, sir! to be honest, as this world goes,
Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this being a god, kissing carrion,
llave you a machine is to him, Hamlet. daughter? This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: Pol. I have, my lord ! And more above, hath his solicitings,
Ham. Let her not walk i’the san: conception is a As they fell out by time, by means, and place, blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, – All given to mine ear.
friend, look to't! King. But how hath she
Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.) Still harping Receiv'd his love?
on my daughter:- yet he knew me not at first; he Pol. What do you think of me?
said, I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone: King. As of a man faithful and honourable. and, truly in my youth I suliered much extremity Pol. I would fain prove so. Bat what might you for love; very near this. I'll speak him again.think,
What do you read, my lord ? When I had seen this hot love on the wing,
Ham. Words, words, words! (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
Pol. What is the matter, my lord ? Before my daughter told me,) what might you, Ham. Between who? Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord! Jf I had play'd the desk, or table-book;
Ham. Slanders, sir! for the satirical rogue says Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; here, that old men have grey beards; that their Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, brose What might you think? no, I went round to work, and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful
And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; | lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All of Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere; which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently
This must not be: and then I precepts gave her, believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set et That she should lock herself from his resort, down; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am, if, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
like a crab, you could go backward. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's method And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,)
in it. [ Aside. ] Will you walk out of the air, my Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;
lord ? Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness;
Ham. Into my grave. Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, Pol. Indeed, that is out o' the air. — How pregnant Into the madness wherein now he raves,
sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often And all we mourn for.
madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not King. Do you think, 'tis this?
so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him, Queen. It may be, very likely.
and suddenly contrive the means of meeting, bePol. Hath there been such a time, (I'd sain know tween him and my daughter. – My honourable lord, that,)
I will most humbly take my leave of you. That I have positively said, 'Tie so,
Ham. You caunot, sir, take from me any thing When it prov'd otherwise?
that I will more willingly part withal; except my King. Not that I kuow.
life, except my life, except my life. Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise : Pol. Fare you well, my lord!
(Pointing io his heud and shoulder. Ham. These tedious old fuols! If circumstances lead me, I will find
Enter RosenCRAETZ and Guildenstenx. Where trnth is hid, though it were hid indeed Pol. Yon go to seek the lord Hamlet ; there he is. Within the centre.
Ros. God save you, sir !
[To Polonius. King. How may we try it further?
(Exit Polonius. Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours Guil. My honour'd lord! together,
Ros. My most dear lord ! Here in the lobby.
Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Queen. So he does, indeed!
Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: ye
both ? and I behind an arras then;
Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.