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That I must be their scourge and minister.
will bestow him, and will answer well
I must be cruel, only to be kind :
Queen. What shall I do?
Ham. Not this, by no means, that I hid you do:
Let the bloat hing 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,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
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.
(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, My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And blow them at the moon: 0 'tis most sweet, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness, When in one line two crafts directly meet. That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, This man shall set me packing. And I the matter will re-word; which madness I'll lug the guts into their neighbour room:Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Mother, good night! - Indeed, this counsellor Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks : Who was in life a foolish prating knave. It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you: Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Good night, mother! Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
(Exeunt serverally ; IIamlet dragging in Repent what's past; avoid what is to come ;
SCENE I. - The same.
Queen. O Hamlet ! thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
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 ? Ilow does Hamlet ?
Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend
The unseen good old mau.
[Pointing to Polonius. It had been so with us, had we been there:
Our By The For Add Hov
FC Te Cre Ore
Ham. At supper.
Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? Yet must not we pnt the strong law on him:
lle's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause. Diseases, desperate grown,
Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
King. But where is he?
pleasure. We must, with all our majesty and skill,
King. Bring him before as !
Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERS,
a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at
(Exeunt Ros, and Guil. him. Your worm is your only emperor fordiet: ne Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves And let them know, both what we mean to do, for maggots: your 'fat king, and your leau begAnd what's untimely done: so, haply, slander, gar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to one Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
table; that's the end. As level as the cannon to his blank,
King. Alas! Alas!
King. What dost thou mean by this ?
Ilam. Nothing, but to show you how a king may 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 Polonins ? Hamlet? O, here they come,
Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Enter RosenCRANTZ and GuildENSTERN. messenger fiud 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 Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. the stairs into the lobby. Ros. Tell us where 'uis; that we may take it King. Go seek him there! [To some Attendants. thence,
Hain. He will stay till you come. And bear it to the chapel.
(Exeunt Attendants. Ham. Do not believe it.
King. Hamlet, this deed, forthine especial safety, Ros. Believe what?
Which we do tevder, 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 with fiery quickness; therefore, prepare thyself;
hence replication should be made by the son of a king? The bark is ready, and
the wind at help, Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? Ham. Ay, sir! that soaks up the king's counte
Th' associates tend, and every thing is bent pance, his rewards, his authorities. But such offi
For England. cers do the king best service in the end. He keeps King. Ay, Hamlet.
Ham. For England ? them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first
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 onr purposes. sponge, you shall be dry again.
l'um. I see a cherub, that sees them. - But, come! Ros. I understand you not, my lord !
for England ! - Farewell, dear mother! Ham. I am glad of it. A kpavish specch sleeps in King. Thy loving father, Hamlet! a foolish ear.
Ham. My mother! Father and mother is man and Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, wife, man and wife is one flesh; and so, ny inother. and go with us to the king.
Come, for England !
(Exit. Hain. The body is with the king, but the king is King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed not with the body. The king is a thing
aboard; Guil. A thing, my lord ?
Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:
Away! for every thing is seal'd and done and all after.
(Exeunt Rós, and Guil. SCENE UL. - Another room in the same. And, England, if my love thou holil'st at aught, Enter King, attended.
(As my great power thereof may give thee sense ; King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red body.
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Pays homage to us,) thou may’si not coldly set
must send thee
Our sovereign process; which imports at full, Escitements of my rason, and my blood,
And let all sleep? whi'e, to my shame, I see
That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,
Which is not tomb enough, and continent, SCENE IV. - A plain in Denmark. To hide the slain?-0, from this tine forth, it B
Enter FORTINBRAS, and forces, marching. My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth![Exit.
SCENE V. - Elsinore. A room in the castle.
Enter Queen and Horatio. ?
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. Queen. --I will not speak with her.
Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;
Her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen. What would she have?
Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she
heart, cere? Cap. They are of Norway, sir!
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. -
she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds :
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss;
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter Horatio, with OPHELIA.
Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark ?
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings.
He is dead and gone ;
At his heud a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
Oph. Pray you mark!
White his shroud as the mountain snow, [Sings.
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord !
Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers;
With true-love showers.
King. Conceit upon her father.
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when
they ask you what it means, say you this :
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
he rose, and don'd his clothes, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
And dupp'd the chamber door;
pray you !
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Låer. I thank you ! - keep the door!- Orthou vile
king, King. Pretty Ophelia !
Give me my father!
Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched bror
of my true mother. Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
King. What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? -
Let him go, Gertrude! do not fear our person;
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. – Tell me, Laertes, Oph. I hope, als will be well. We must be patient; Why thou art thus incens’d? Let him go, Gerbut I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should trude! lay him i'the cold ground. My brother shall know Speak, man. of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, Laer. Where is my father ? my coach! Good night, ladies! good night, sweet King. Dead. ladies! good night, good night!
[Exit. Queen. But not by him. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, 1 King. Let him demand his fill.
[Exit Horatio. Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil
! All from her father's death: and now behold, Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! O Gertrude, Gertrude !
I dare damnation: to this point I stand,When sorrows come, they come not single spies, That both the worlds I give to negligence, But in battalions! First, her father slain ;
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
Most throughly for my father.
And, for my means, I'll husband them so well,
King. Good Laertes,
venge, Last, and as much containing as all these,
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Her brother is in secret come from France: Winner and loser ? Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, Laer. None but his enemies. And wants not bazzers to infect his ear
King. Will you know them then? With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope aj Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
arms; Will nothing stick our person to arraign
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
(À noise within. Like a good child, and a true gentleman. Queen. Alack! what noise is this?
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment ’pear,
Danes. (Within.]Let her come in!
Laer. How now! what noise is that? The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with strame Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! And, as the world were now but to begin,
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight
, Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! The ratifiers and props of every word,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!-
Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine,
Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier:
Hey no nonney, nonney hey nonny:
Fare you well, my dove!
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade re-
venge, Dan. We will, we will.
It could not move thus. [They retire without the door.! Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call
he is gone,
him a-down-a. 0, how the wheel becomes it! It is ment gave us chase: finding ourselves too slow of the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
grapple I boarded them: on the instant, they got Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. pray you, love, remember! and there is pansies, They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy : that's for thoughts.
but they knew what they did; I am to do a good Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and re- turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have membrance fitted.
sent: and repair thou to me with as much haste as Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines :- thou would'st fly death. I have words to speak in there's rue for you; and here's some for me:— we thine ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays:-- you may too light for the bore of the mutter. These good wear your rae with a dillerence.— There's a daisy : fello:vs will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz - I would give you some violets; but they wi- and Guildenstern hold their course for England; thered all, when my father died ; – they say, he made of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell! a good end,
He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, — [Sings. Come, I will give you way for these your letters;
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him, from whom you brought them. (Exeunt.
SCENE VII. - Another room in the same.
Enter King and Laertes.
King. Now must your conscience my acquittance
seal, He never mill come again.
And you must put me in your heart for friend;
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he, which hath your noble father slain,
Pursu'd my life.
Laer. It well appears: — but tell me,
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
(Exit Ophelia. You mainly were stirrd up. Laer. Do you see this, o God!
King. O, for two special reasons ; King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his mother, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) If by direct or by collateral hand
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, They find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give, That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, I could not but by her. The other motive, To you in satisfaction; but, if not,
Why to a public count I might not go, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Is, the great love the general gender bear him: And we shall jointly labour with your soul, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, To give it due content.
Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Laer. Let this be so;
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, His means of death, his obscure funeral,
Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
And not where I had aim'd them.
sister driven into desperate terms;
Whose worth, if praises may go
back again, And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Stood challenger on mount of all the age I pray you, go with me!
[Exeunt. For her perfections. But my revenge will come.
King. Break not your sleeps for that: you must SCENE VI. - Another room in the same.
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: They say, they have letters for you.
I loved your father, and we love ourself;
[Exit Servant. And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, –
How now? what news?
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet!
This to your majesty; this to the queen.
King. From Hamlet! who brought them? 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him! There's a Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not; letter for you, sir! it comes from the ambassador They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them that was bound for England; if your name be Ho- of him that brought them. ratio, as I am let to know it is.
King.-Laertes, you shall hear them:
(Exit Messenger overlooked this, gire these fellows some means to [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall days old at sea, a pirute of very warlike appoint-'I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I shu!!,