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Let in the maid, that out a maid
Laer. I thank you! - keep the door!- Orthon vile
king, King. Pretty Ophelia!
Give me my father!
Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims
me bastard; Young men will do't, if they come to't ; Cries, cuckold, to my father ; brands the harlot By cock, they are to blame.
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
of my true mother, You promis'd me to wed:
King. What is the cause, Laertes, [He answers.]
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? -
Let him go, Gertrude! do not fear our person;
There's such divivity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would, King. How long hath she been thus ?
Acts little of his will. - Tell me, Laertes, Oph. I hope, all 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, I King. Let him demand his fill. pray you !
[Exit Horatio. Laer. How came he dead? -I'll not be juggled with: 0! 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, -
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
And, for my means, I'll husband them so well
King. Good Laertes,
Winner and loser ?
King. Will you know them then ?
arms; Will nothing stick our person to arraign
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
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 strass Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,
and flowers. 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: Laer. Where is this king — ? — Sirs, stand you all And in his grave rain'd many a tear;without!
Fare you well, my dove ! Dan. No, let's come in!
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade reLaer. I pray you, give me leave!
venge, Dan. We will, we will.
It could not move thos.
him a-down-a. O, 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 Luer. 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 eur, will make thee dumb; get 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 rue with a dillerence. - There's a daisy : fello:ys 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; Laer. Thought and affiction, passion, hell itself, To him, from whom you brought them. (Exeunt.
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
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, And of all christian souls ! I pray God. God be wi' As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, vou!
(Exit Ophelia. You mainly were stirr’d 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,
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
Why to a public count I might not go,
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.
A sister driven into desperate terms;
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
(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, I do not know from what part of the world
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, give these fellows some means to [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, ! theking; 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 sha!!,
Fell in the
Then woman I have a spe
Bat that this
Bow much I Now fear I, Therefore, le
first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the oc- A face without a heart?
Hamlet. King. Not that I think, you did not love your father;
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; And, in a postscript here, he says, alone:
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
We should do when we would; for this would changes
, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
And hath abatements and delays as many, Thus diddest thou.
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; King. If it be so, Laertes,
And then this should is like a spendthrist sigh, As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: Will you be rul'd by me?
Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake, Laer. Ay, my lord!
To show yourself in deed your father's son, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.
More than in words? King. To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
Laer. To cut his throat i'the church. As checking at his voyage, and that he means
King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctoarize; No more to undertake it, -I will work him
Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes,
Will you do this, keep close within your chamber:
Hamlet, return’d, shall know you are come home:
And set a double varnish on the fame And call it, accident.
The Frenchman gave you ; bring you, in fine, together, Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd,
And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss, The rather, if you could devise it so,
Most generous, and free from all contriving, That I might be the organ.
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal, that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare,
King. Let's further think of this ;
If this should blast in proof. Soft; -- let me see:-
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, Laer. A Norman, was't?
I ha't: King. A Norman.
When in your motion you are hot and dry, Laer. Upon my life, Lamord!
(As make your bouts more violent to that end) King. The very same.
And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, And gem of all the nation.
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise?
How now, sweet queen?
Queen. One woe doth tread apon another's heel, That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
So fast they follow:- your sister's drown'd, Laertes
, If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation, Laer, Drown'd! 0, where? He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook
, If you oppos'd them. Sir; this report of his
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
, Your sudden coming o’er, to play with you.
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, Now, out of this,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them Laer. What out of this, my lord ?
There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Clambering to hang, an envions sliver broke; Or are you like the painting of a sorrow. When down her weedy trophies, and herself
Ente 1 Clo, Is sl vilfully seel
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Clo. It For here lie it argues an it is; to act drowned he 2 Clo, Na 1 Clo, Giv here stands water, and goes; marle and drown
that is not
2 Clo, But
1 Clo. Ay,
2 Clo, Wi.
been a gent
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other quest the purpos
2 Clo, Ge 1 Clo. W the mason.
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread, 2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives
a thousand tenants.
to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the Or like a creature vative and indu'd
gallows is built stronger, than the church: argal, Unto that element: but long it could not be, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again; come! Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, 2 člo. Who builds stronger, than a mason, a shipPull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay wright, or a carpenter? To muddy death.
i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. Laer. Alas then, she is drown'd?
2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
1 Clo. To'l!
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance. And therefore I forbid my tears. But yet
1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; for It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating : Let shame say what it will: when these are gone and, when you are asked this question next, say; Then woman will be out. Adieu, my lord!
a grave-maker; the houses that he makes, last till I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me But that this folly drowns it. (Exit. a stoup of liquor !
[Exit 2 Clown. King. Let's follow, Gertrude ! How much I had to do to calm his rage!
1 Clown digs, and sings. Now fear I, this will give it start again;
In youth, when I did love, did love, Therefore, let's follow?
Methought, it wus very sweet,
0, methought, there was nothing meet. A CT V.
Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? SCENE I. - A churchyard.
he sings at grave-making. Enter two Clowns, with spades, elc.
Hur. Custom hath made it in him a property of
easiness. 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment wilfully seeks her own salvation ?
hath the daintier sense. 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her
grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it 1 Clo. But age, with his stealing steps, [Sings. christian burial.
Hath claw'd me in his clutch, 1 Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her
And hath shipped me into the land, seli in her own defence?
As if I had never been such. 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.
[Throws up a scull. 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo ; it cannot be else. Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could sing For here lies the point: If I drown myself wittingly, once. How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it argues an act: and an act hath three branches; it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! it is; to act, to do, and to perform : argal, she This might be the pate of a politician, which this drowned herself wittingly.
ass now o'er-reaches, one that would circumvent 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver! God, might it not? 1 Clo, Give me leave! re lies the water; good : Hor. It might, my lord! here stands the man; good: if the man go to this Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say Goodwater, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, hemorrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord ? goes ; mark you that: but if the water come to him, This might be my lord such-a-one, that prais'd my and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he, lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his might it not? own life.
Hor. Ay, my lord! 2 Clo. But is this law?
Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's; 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law. chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a 2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution, an we had been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more out of christian burial.
the breeding, but to play at loggats with them? 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity; mine ache to think ou’ł. that great folks shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even
1 Clo. A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, (Sings. christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient
For- and a shrouding sheet: gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-ma
0, a pit of clay for to be made kers; they hold up Adam's profession.
For such a guest is meet. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?
[Throws op a scull. 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. Fam. There's another. Why may not that be the 2 Clo. Why, he had none. skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now,
his 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou un- quillets, his cases, his tendres, and his tricks? why derstand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him digged: could he dig without arms? I'll put an- about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not other question to thee: if thou answerest me not to tell him of his action of battery ? Flunph! This the purpose, confess thyself
fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, 2 Clo. Go to!
with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger, than either double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have
Now pile you
For, though Yet have I ir Which let the
All, Gentler Hor. Good
Ham. Why Until my eye
his fine pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers / 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; whose do
Ham. What vouch him no more of his purchases, and double you think it was ? ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of Ham. Nay, I know not. indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will 1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! be hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor him- poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This
I hop'd, thon
I thought, thy self have no more? ha ?
same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester.
And not have Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.
(Takes the scull.
Laer. 0, tr Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? 1 clo. E'en that.
Pall ten times Hor. Ay, my lord, ond of calves-skins too. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! -I knew him, Horatio !
Whose wicke Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: be
Depriv'd assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow: hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and
Till I have c Whose grave's this, sirrah?
now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge 1 Clo. Mine, sir!
rises at it. Here hung those lips , that I have kissed 0, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings. I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your Till of this f For such a guest is meet. gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that
To o’ertop ol Ham. I think it be thine, indeed! for thou liest were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now,
Of blue Olynt in't.
to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Nos
Ham. (Adve 1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her
Bears such as not yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it paint an inch thick, to this favour she mast come;
Conjures the is mine.
make her laugh at that.— Pr'ythee, Horatio, telle:
Like wonderHam. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is one thing.
Hamlet the DE thine: 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore Hor. What's that, my lord?
Laer. The de thou liest.
Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o’this fa
Ham. Thou 1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir! 'twill away again, from shion i'the earth?
prythee, ta me to you.
Hor. E'en so. Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?
Ilam. And smelt so? pah ! [Throws dowm the scall. 1 Clo. For no man, sir !
Hor. E'en so, my lord! Ham. What woman then ?
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio
King. Pluck 1 Clo. For none neither.
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of
Queen. Han Ham. Who is to be buried in't?
Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her Hor.'Twere to consider too curiously,to consider so. soul, she's dead.
Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak with modesty enongh, and likelihood to lead it: 3
[T by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Ales: lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note ander returneth to dust; the dust is earth; of earth of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of we make loam: and why of that loam, whereto he the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, was converted, might they not stop a deer-barrel
? he galls his kibe.—How long hast thou been a grave- Imperious Caesar, dead, and turn’d to clay, maker?
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: 1 Clo. Of all the days i’the year, I came to't that o, that the earth, which kept the world in are, day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! Ham. How long's that since ?
But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the king! 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell Enter Priests, etc. in procession; the corpse of that. It was that very day that young Hamlet was OPHELIA, LAERTES, and Mourners, following; King Woul't weep born: he that is mad, and sent into England. Queen, their trains, etc. Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England? The queen, the courtiers : who is this they follow
? 1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall re- And with such maimed rites! This doth betokea
, cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand matter there.
Fordo its own life. 'Twas of some estate: Ham. Why?
Couch we a while, and mark. (Retiring with Horatio. 1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; the men Laer. What ceremony else? are as mad as he.
Ham. That is Laertes, Ham. How came he mad?
A very noble youth. Mark! 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.
Laer. What ceremony else? Ham. How strangely?
1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
As we have warranty: her death was doubtfal; Ham. Upon what ground ?
And, but that great command o'ersways the order
, 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been sexton She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd here, man and boy, thirty years.
Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her: rot?
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, 1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home (as we have many pocky, corses now-a-days, that of bell and burial. will scarce hold 'the laying in,) he will last you Laer. Must there no more be done? some eight year, or nine year: a tanner will last you 1 Priest. No more be done! pine year.
We should profane the service of the dead, Ham. Why he more than another?
To sing a requiem, and such rest to her 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his As to peace-parted souls. trade, that he will keep out water a great while; and Laer. Lay her i'the earth! your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead and from her fair and unpolluted flesh, body. Here's a scull now hath lain you i’the earth May, violets spring !--I tell thee, charlish priest
, three-and-twenty years.
A minist'ring angel shall my sister ben Ham. Whose was it?
When thou liest howling.
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