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Ham. I do beseech you !
Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
Ros. Guil. We will haste us.
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. of harmony; I have not the skill.
Enter Polonius. Ilam. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: you make of me! You would play upon me: yon Behind the arras I'll convey myself, would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home: the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from And, as you said, and wisely was it said, my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there 'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother, is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; Since nature makes them partial, should o'er-hear yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege! I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, instrument you will, though you can fret me, you And, tell you what I know. cannot play upon me.
King. Thacks, dear my lord ! (Exit Polonius.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven!
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
Though inclination be as sharp as will;
And, like a man to double business bound,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker, than itself with brother's blood?
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, Pol. Very like a whale.
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,
[Exit Polonius. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me, friends! My fault is past. But O, what form of prayer
(Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor, etc Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder! 'Tis now the very witching time of night; That cannot be; since I am still possess'd When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence? And do such business as the bitter day
In the corrupted currents of this world, Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother !- Offence's gilded hand may shote by justice; o, heart, lose not thy nature ! let not ever And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom!
Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above: Let me be cruel, not unnatural!
There is no shuffling, there the action lies * I will speak daggers to her, but use none; In his true nature; and we ourselves compellid, My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, How in my words soever she be shent,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests? To give them seals, never, my soul, consent! [Exit. Try what repentance can! What can it not?
Yet what can it, when one can not repent ? SCENE III. – A room in the same. O wretched state! o bosom, black as death! Enter King, Rosencrantz, and GuildeNSTERN. O limed soul, that, stroggling to be free, King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay! To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart, with strings of steel, 1 your commission will forthwith dispatch,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!-
(Retires and kneels The terms of our estate may not enduro
Enter HAMLET. Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow
Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; Out of his Innes.
And now I'll do't! - and so he goes to heaven! Guil. We will onrselves provide :
And so am I reveng’d? That would be scann'd: Most holy and religious fear it is,
A villain kills my father; and, for that, To keep those many many bodies safe,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
With all this crimes broad blown, as flush as May; That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest And, low his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? The lives of many. The cease of majesty
But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw 'Tis heavy with him. And am I then reveng'd, What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, To take him in the purging of his soul, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things No. Are mortis’d and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Up, sword! and know thou a more horrid hent! Each small annexment, petty consequence,
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage!
Wo Lest My Wil Q I 0
Q In My Loo
Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
As from the body of contraction plucks At gaming, swearing; or about some act
The very soul; aud sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words. Heaven's face doth glow;
Is' thought-sick at the act.
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Ilan. Look here, upon this picture, and on this! Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. (Exit. The counterfeit presentment of
' two brothers!
See, what a grace was seated on this brow: SCENE IV. - Another room in the same. Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; Enter Queen and Polonius.
An eye like Marş, to threaten and command;
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
This was your husband!— Look you now, what
follows ! Fcár me not :- withdraw, I hear him coming. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
[Polonius hides himself. Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Enter HAMLET.
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
Else could you not have motion: bat, sure, that sense
Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; Queen. Have you forgot me ?
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
, llam. No, by the rood, not so:
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice, You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; To serve in such a difference. What devil was And, — 'would it were not so !- you are my mother. That this hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Han. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall Ears without hands or eyes, smelling saus all, not budge;
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope.
Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? 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, Ham. How now! a rat?
[Draws. When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ; Dead, for a ducat, dead !
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots, Is it the king ?
As will not leave theii tinct.
Ham. A bloody deed ; – almost as bad, good mother, Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love
Over the nasty stye; -
Queen. O, speak to me no more! Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears!
[To Polonius. Ham. A murderer, and a villain!
And put it in his pocket!
Queen. No more! That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
Enter Ghost. Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag Ham. A king thy tongue
of shreds and patches ! -In noise so rude against me?
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, Ilam. Such an act,
You heavenly guards! - What would your gracions That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
figure? Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
Queen. Alas, he's mad!
The important acting of your dread command?
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! -
Queen. What shall I do?
Ilam. Not this, by no means, that I hid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed: That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
And break your own neck down.
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on.
fellows, Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! Whom I will trast, as I will adders fang’d,
(Exit Ghost. They bear the mandate: they must sweep my way, Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; This bodiless creation ecstasy
For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard,
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
(Exeunt serverally ; IIamlet dragging in Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
SCENE I. - The same. Yea, curb and woo, for leave to do him good. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and GUILDENQueen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, King. There's matter in these sighs; these profuawl And live the purer with the other half.
heaves Good night! but go not to my uncle's bed; You must translate; 'tis fit we understand them : Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
Where is your son ? That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;
[To Rosenscrantz and Guildenstern, That to the use of actions fair and good
who go out. He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night;
King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet ? And that shall lend a kind of easiness
Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend To the next abstinence: the next more easy : Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit, For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Behind the arras hearing something stir, And either curb the devil, or throw him out Whips out his rapier, cries, A rai! a rai! With wondrous potency. Once more, good night! And, in this brainish apprehension, kills And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
The unseen good old mao. I'll blessing beg of you. — For this same lord, King. O heavy deed!
(Pointing to Polonius. It had been so with us, had ve been there: I do repent. But heaven hath pleas'd it so, His liberty is full of threats to all; To punish me with this, and this with me, To you yourself, to us, to every one.
р For li. And th
[Act NV. Аст Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'a ? It will be laid to us, whose providence
Yet must not we prt the strong law on him: Our se le's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
By let Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of haunt, Who like not in their judgment, but their
The This mad young mar: but, so much was our love, And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd We would not understand what was most fit; But never the oti'ence. To bear all smooth anderea But, like the owner of a foul disease,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Howe To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Deliberate pause. Diseases, desperate grown,
Or not at all. - How now? what hath befallen? For. Among a mineral of metals base,
Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Tell Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. We cannot get from him.
Crave King. O, Gertrude, come away!
King. But where is he?
Over The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Ros. Without, my lord ! guarded, to know your If tha But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed pleasure.
West We must, with all our majesty and skill, Both countenance and excuse. - Ho!Guildenstern! Ros Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord!
King. Bring him before us!
Cap. Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
Enter Hamlet and GuildexsTERS,
For. Friends both, go join you with some further aid : Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
Ente Ham. At supper.
Hame And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d him: King. At supper ? where ?
Сар. Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body llam. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten
Hair Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this!
a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at
(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: "e Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends ; And let them know, both what we mean to do,
fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves Harr And what's untimely done: so, haply, slander,
for maggots: your fat king, and your Ican bez
Como Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
gar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one
Сар table; that's the end.
Har As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison’d shot, — may miss our name,
King. Alas! Alas!
Or fi And hit the woundless air. - O come away!
Ilam. A man may fish with the worm that hath My soul is full af discord, and dismay! [Exeunt. that worm.
eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of
A ra Ham. Safely stow'd, - [Ros. etc. within. Hamlet! go a progress through the guts of a beggar. lord Hamlet!) But soft, - what noise? who calls on
King. Where is Polonius?
Hai Hamlet? O, here they come.
Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Сар Enter Rosencrantz and GuildENSTERN.
HE messenger fund him not there, seek him i'the other Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead place yourself. But, indeed, if you fiud him not body? within this month, you shall nose him as you go up
This Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. the stairs into the lobby.
That Ros. Tell us where 'lis; that we may take it King. Go seek him there! [To some Attendants. thence,
Ham. He will stay till you come.
"King. Hamlet, this deed, forthine especial safety, a Ros. Believe what?
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine For that which thou hast done, own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!- what
And replication should be made by the son of a king? With fiery, quickness; therefore, prepare thyself; Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
If hi Ham. Ay, sir! that soaks up the king's counte
Th’ associates tend, and every thiog is bent Bebe nance, his rewards, his authorities. Buť such offi- For England. cers do the king best service in the end. He keeps
Ilam. For England ? them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first King. Ay, Hamlet.
Ham. Good. mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, King. So is it, if thou knew’st our purposes. L'um. I see a cherub, that sees them. But, come!
oft sponge, you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord ! for England ! - Farewell, dear mother!
Arc Ham. I am glad of it. A kpavish speech sleeps in King. Thy loving father, Hamlet! a foolish ear. Ham. My mother! Father and mother is man and
WH Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is,
wife, man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother
Sit Come, for England ! and go with us to the king. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed
Le not with the body. The king is a thing Guil. A thing, my lord ? Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
Ma Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him! Hide fox, Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
That else leans on th' affair. Pray you, make haste! E and all after. (Exeunt.
TO SCENE U. - Another room in the same. And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, Enter King, attended. (As my great power thereof may give thee sense ;
I. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Pays homage to us, thou may'sí not coldly set
Why Сар RoHa
must send thee
Sure Loo Tha To Best
(Exeunt Rós. and Guil.
Our sovereign process; which imports at full, Escitements of
my blood, By letters cónjuring to that effect,
And let all sleep? whii'e, to my shame, I see The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; The imminent death of tyventy thousand men, For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done, Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Exit. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough, and continent, SCENE IV. – A plain in Denmark. To hide the slain ?-0, from this tine forth, Enter FortinBRAS, and forces, marching. My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth![Exit. For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king, Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
SCENE V.- Elsinore. A room in the castle. Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march
Enter Queen and Horatio. Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. Queen. I will not speak with her. If that his majesty would aught with us,
Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; We shall express our duty in his eye,
Her mood will needs be pitied. And let him know so.
Queen. What would she have? Cap. I will do't, my lord!
Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she For. Go softly on. (Exeunt Fortinbras and forces. hears, Enter Hamlet, ROSENCRANTZ, GuildENSTERN, etc. There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats her Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these?
heart," Cap. They are of Norway, sir!
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, Ham. How purpos’d, sir,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, I pray you?
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move Cap. Against some part of Poland.
The hearers to collection; they aim at it, Ham. Who
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; Commands them, sir?
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
them, Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Indeed wonld make one think there might be thought, Or for some frontier ?
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. : Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with; for We go to gain a little patch of ground,
she may strew That hath in it no profit but the name.
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Let her come in !
(Exit Horatio. Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss; -Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrisson'd.
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Hum. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand
Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. ducats,
Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark ? Will not debate the question of this straw; Queen. How now, Ophelia ? This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, Oph. How should I your true love know That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
From another one? Why the man dies. - humbly thank you, sir!
By his cockle hat and staff, Cap. God be wi' you, sir !
And his sandal shoon. [Singing. Rós. Will’t please you go, my
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little be- Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark! fore,
(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings. How all occasions do inform against me,
He is dead and gone ; and spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
At his heud a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
Oph. Pray you mark !
White his shroud as the mountain snow, [Sings. To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
Enter King Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord !
Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;
With true-love showers.
King. How do you, pretty lady? Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means, Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They say, the owl was To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, know not what we may be. God be at your table! Led by a delicate and tender prince;
King. Conceit upon her father. Whose spirit, with divine ambition paff’d,
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when Makes mouths at the invisible event :
they ask you what it means, say you this: Exposing what is mortal, and unsure, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,
All in the morning betime, Is, not to stir without great argument;
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine:
he rose, and don'd his clothes, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
And dupp'd the chamber door;