ACT V SCENE II� Setting:A hall in the castle. Setting: Setting:Enter HAMLET and HORATIO.
| HAMLET� |
So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; |
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You do remember all the circumstance? |
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| HORATIO� |
Remember it, my lord? |
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| HAMLET� |
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, |
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That would not let me sleep: methought I lay |
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Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, |
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And praised be rashness for it, let us know, |
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Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, |
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When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us |
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There's a divinity that shapes our ends, |
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Rough–hew them how we will,–– |
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| HORATIO� |
That is most certain. |
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| HAMLET� |
Up from my cabin, |
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My sea–gown scarf'd about me, in the dark |
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Groped I to find out them; had my desire. |
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Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew |
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To mine own room again; making so bold, |
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My fears forgetting manners, to unseal |
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Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,–– |
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O royal knavery!––an exact command, |
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Larded with many several sorts of reasons |
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Importing Denmark's health and England's too, |
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With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, |
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That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, |
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No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, |
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My head should be struck off. |
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| HORATIO� |
Is't possible? |
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| HAMLET� |
Here's the commission: read it at more leisure. |
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But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed? |
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| HORATIO� |
I beseech you. |
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| HAMLET� |
Being thus be–netted round with villanies,–– |
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Ere I could make a prologue to my brains, |
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They had begun the play––I sat me down, |
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Devised a new commission, wrote it fair: |
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I once did hold it, as our statists do, |
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A baseness to write fair and labour'd much |
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How to forget that learning, but, sir, now |
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It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know |
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The effect of what I wrote? |
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| HORATIO� |
Ay, good my lord. |
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| HAMLET� |
An earnest conjuration from the king, |
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As England was his faithful tributary, |
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As love between them like the palm might flourish, |
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As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear |
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And stand a comma 'tween their amities, |
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And many such–like 'As'es of great charge, |
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That, on the view and knowing of these contents, |
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Without debatement further, more or less, |
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He should the bearers put to sudden death, |
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Not shriving–time allow'd. |
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| HORATIO� |
How was this seal'd? |
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| HAMLET� |
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant. |
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I had my father's signet in my purse, |
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Which was the model of that Danish seal; |
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Folded the writ up in form of the other, |
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Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely, |
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The changeling never known. Now, the next day |
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Was our sea–fight; and what to this was sequent |
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Thou know'st already. |
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| HORATIO� |
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. |
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| HAMLET� |
Why, man, they did make love to this employment; |
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They are not near my conscience; their defeat |
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Does by their own insinuation grow: |
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Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes |
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Between the pass and fell incensed points |
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Of mighty opposites. |
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| HORATIO� |
Why, what a king is this! |
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| HAMLET� |
Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon–– |
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He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother, |
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Popp'd in between the election and my hopes, |
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Thrown out his angle for my proper life, |
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And with such cozenage––is't not perfect conscience, |
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To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, |
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To let this canker of our nature come |
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In further evil? |
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| HORATIO� |
It must be shortly known to him from England |
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What is the issue of the business there. |
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| HAMLET� |
It will be short: the interim is mine; |
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And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.' |
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But I am very sorry, good Horatio, |
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That to Laertes I forgot myself; |
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For, by the image of my cause, I see |
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The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours. |
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But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me |
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Into a towering passion. |
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| HORATIO� |
Peace! who comes here? |
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Enter OSRIC |
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| OSRIC� |
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. |
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| HAMLET� |
I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water–fly? |
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| HORATIO� |
No, my good lord. |
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| HAMLET� |
Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to |
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know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a |
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beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at |
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the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say, |
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spacious in the possession of dirt. |
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| OSRIC� |
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I |
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should impart a thing to you from his majesty. |
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| HAMLET� |
I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of |
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spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. |
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| OSRIC� |
I thank your lordship, it is very hot. |
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| HAMLET� |
No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is |
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northerly. |
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| OSRIC� |
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. |
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| HAMLET� |
But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my |
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complexion. |
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| OSRIC� |
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,––as |
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twere,––I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his |
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majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a |
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great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,–– |
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| HAMLET� |
I beseech you, remember–– |
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HAMLET moves him to put on his hat. |
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| OSRIC� |
Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. |
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Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe |
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me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent |
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differences, of very soft society and great showing: |
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indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or |
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calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the |
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continent of what part a gentleman would see. |
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| HAMLET� |
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; |
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though, I know, to divide him inventorially would |
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dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw |
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neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the |
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verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of |
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great article; and his infusion of such dearth and |
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rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his |
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semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace |
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him, his umbrage, nothing more. |
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| OSRIC� |
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. |
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| HAMLET� |
The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman |
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in our more rawer breath? |
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| OSRIC� |
Sir? |
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| HORATIO� |
Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? |
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You will do't, sir, really. |
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| HAMLET� |
What imports the nomination of this gentleman? |
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Of Laertes? |
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| HORATIO� |
His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent. |
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| HAMLET� |
Of him, sir. |
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| OSRIC� |
I know you are not ignorant–– |
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I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, |
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it would not much approve me. Well, sir? |
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| OSRIC� |
You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is–– |
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| HAMLET� |
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with |
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him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to |
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know himself. |
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| OSRIC� |
I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation |
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laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed. |
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| HAMLET� |
What's his weapon? |
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| OSRIC� |
Rapier and dagger. |
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| HAMLET� |
That's two of his weapons: but, well. |
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The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary |
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horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take |
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it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their |
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assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the |
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carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very |
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responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, |
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and of very liberal conceit. |
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| HAMLET� |
What call you the carriages? |
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| HORATIO� |
I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. |
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| OSRIC� |
The carriages, sir, are the hangers. |
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| HAMLET� |
The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we |
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could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might |
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be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses |
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against six French swords, their assigns, and three |
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liberal–conceited carriages; that's the French bet |
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against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it? |
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| OSRIC� |
The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes |
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between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you |
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three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it |
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would come to immediate trial, if your lordship |
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would vouchsafe the answer. |
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| HAMLET� |
How if I answer 'no'? |
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| OSRIC� |
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial. |
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| HAMLET� |
Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his |
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majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let |
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the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the |
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king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can; |
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if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits. |
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| OSRIC� |
Shall I re–deliver you e'en so? |
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| HAMLET� |
To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will. |
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| OSRIC� |
I commend my duty to your lordship. |
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| HAMLET� |
Yours, yours. |
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Exit OSRIC |
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He does well to commend it himself; there are no |
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tongues else for's turn. |
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| HORATIO� |
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. |
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| HAMLET� |
He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it. |
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Thus has he––and many more of the same bevy that I |
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know the dressy age dotes on––only got the tune of |
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the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of |
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yesty collection, which carries them through and |
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through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do |
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but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. |
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Enter a Lord. |
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| Lord� |
My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young |
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Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in |
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the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to |
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play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time. |
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| HAMLET� |
I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's |
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pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now |
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or whensoever, provided I be so able as now. |
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| Lord� |
The king and queen and all are coming down. |
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| HAMLET� |
In happy time. |
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| Lord� |
The queen desires you to use some gentle |
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entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. |
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| HAMLET� |
She well instructs me. |
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Exit Lord. |
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| HORATIO� |
You will lose this wager, my lord. |
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| HAMLET� |
I do not think so: since he went into France, I |
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have been in continual practise: I shall win at the |
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odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here |
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about my heart: but it is no matter. |
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| HORATIO� |
Nay, good my lord,–– |
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| HAMLET� |
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of |
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gain–giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman. |
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If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will |
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forestall their repair hither, and say you are not |
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fit. |
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| HAMLET� |
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special |
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providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, |
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tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be |
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now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the |
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readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he |
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leaves, what is't to leave betimes? |
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A table prepared; trumpets, drums and Officers. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, &c. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. |
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KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's. |
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| HAMLET� |
Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong; |
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But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. |
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This presence knows, |
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And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd |
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With sore distraction. What I have done, |
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That might your nature, honour and exception |
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Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. |
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Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: |
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If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, |
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And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, |
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Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. |
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Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so, |
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Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; |
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His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. |
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Sir, in this audience, |
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Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil |
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Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, |
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That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, |
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And hurt my brother. |
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| LAERTES� |
I am satisfied in nature, |
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Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most |
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To my revenge: but in my terms of honour |
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I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, |
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Till by some elder masters, of known honour, |
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I have a voice and precedent of peace, |
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To keep my name ungored. But till that time, |
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I do receive your offer'd love like love, |
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And will not wrong it. |
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| HAMLET� |
I embrace it freely; |
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And will this brother's wager frankly play. |
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Give us the foils. Come on. |
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| LAERTES� |
Come, one for me. |
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| HAMLET� |
I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance |
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Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, |
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Stick fiery off indeed. |
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| LAERTES� |
You mock me, sir. |
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| HAMLET� |
No, by this hand. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, |
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You know the wager? |
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| HAMLET� |
Very well, my lord |
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Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
I do not fear it; I have seen you both: |
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But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds. |
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| LAERTES� |
This is too heavy, let me see another. |
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| HAMLET� |
This likes me well. These foils have all a length? |
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They prepare to play. |
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| OSRIC� |
Ay, my good lord. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Set me the stoops of wine upon that table. |
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If Hamlet give the first or second hit, |
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Or quit in answer of the third exchange, |
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Let all the battlements their ordnance fire: |
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The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; |
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And in the cup an union shall he throw, |
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Richer than that which four successive kings |
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In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups; |
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And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, |
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The trumpet to the cannoneer without, |
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The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, |
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Now the king dunks to Hamlet.' Come, begin: |
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And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. |
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| HAMLET� |
Come on, sir. |
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| LAERTES� |
Come, my lord. |
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They play. |
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| HAMLET� |
One. |
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| LAERTES� |
No. |
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| HAMLET� |
Judgment. |
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| OSRIC� |
A hit, a very palpable hit. |
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| LAERTES� |
Well; again. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; |
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Here's to thy health. |
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Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within. |
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Give him the cup. |
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| HAMLET� |
I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. |
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They play. |
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Another hit; what say you? |
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| LAERTES� |
A touch, a touch, I do confess. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Our son shall win. |
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| QUEEN GERTRUDE� |
He's fat, and scant of breath. |
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Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; |
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The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. |
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| HAMLET� |
Good madam! |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Gertrude, do not drink. |
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| QUEEN GERTRUDE� |
I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Aside.�It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. |
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| HAMLET� |
I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. |
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| QUEEN GERTRUDE� |
Come, let me wipe thy face. |
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| LAERTES� |
My lord, I'll hit him now. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
I do not think't. |
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| LAERTES� |
Aside.�And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience. |
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| HAMLET� |
Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally; |
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I pray you, pass with your best violence; |
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I am afeard you make a wanton of me. |
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| LAERTES� |
Say you so? come on. |
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They play. |
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| OSRIC� |
Nothing, neither way. |
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| LAERTES� |
Have at you now! |
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LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
Part them; they are incensed. |
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| HAMLET� |
Nay, come, again. |
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QUEEN GERTRUDE falls. |
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| OSRIC� |
Look to the queen there, ho! |
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| HORATIO� |
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord? |
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| OSRIC� |
How is't, Laertes? |
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| LAERTES� |
Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; |
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I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. |
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| HAMLET� |
How does the queen? |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
She swounds to see them bleed. |
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| QUEEN GERTRUDE� |
No, no, the drink, the drink,––O my dear Hamlet,–– |
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The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. |
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Dies |
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| HAMLET� |
O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd: |
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Treachery! Seek it out. |
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| LAERTES� |
It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; |
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No medicine in the world can do thee good; |
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In thee there is not half an hour of life; |
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The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, |
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Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise |
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Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie, |
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Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: |
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I can no more: the king, the king's to blame. |
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| HAMLET� |
The point!––envenom'd too! |
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Then, venom, to thy work. |
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Stabs KING CLAUDIUS. |
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| All� |
Treason! treason! |
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| KING CLAUDIUS� |
O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt. |
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| HAMLET� |
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, |
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Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? |
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Follow my mother. |
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KING CLAUDIUS dies. |
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| LAERTES� |
He is justly served; |
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It is a poison temper'd by himself. |
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Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: |
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Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, |
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Nor thine on me. |
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Dies. |
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| HAMLET� |
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. |
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I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! |
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You that look pale and tremble at this chance, |
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That are but mutes or audience to this act, |
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Had I but time––as this fell sergeant, death, |
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Is strict in his arrest––O, I could tell you–– |
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But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; |
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Thou livest; report me and my cause aright |
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To the unsatisfied. |
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| HORATIO� |
Never believe it: |
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I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: |
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Here's yet some liquor left. |
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| HAMLET� |
As thou'rt a man, |
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Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. |
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O good Horatio, what a wounded name, |
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Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! |
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If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart |
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Absent thee from felicity awhile, |
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And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, |
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To tell my story. |
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March afar off, and shot within |
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What warlike noise is this? |
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| OSRIC� |
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, |
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To the ambassadors of England gives |
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This warlike volley. |
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| HAMLET� |
O, I die, Horatio; |
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The potent poison quite o'er–crows my spirit: |
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I cannot live to hear the news from England; |
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But I do prophesy the election lights |
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On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; |
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So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, |
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Which have solicited. The rest is silence. |
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Dies. |
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| HORATIO� |
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: |
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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! |
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Why does the drum come hither? |
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March within. |
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Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others. |
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| PRINCE FORTINBRAS� |
Where is this sight? |
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| HORATIO� |
What is it ye would see? |
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If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. |
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| PRINCE FORTINBRAS� |
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death, |
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What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, |
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That thou so many princes at a shot |
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So bloodily hast struck? |
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| First Ambassador� |
The sight is dismal; |
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And our affairs from England come too late: |
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The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, |
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To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, |
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That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: |
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Where should we have our thanks? |
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| HORATIO� |
Not from his mouth, |
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Had it the ability of life to thank you: |
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He never gave commandment for their death. |
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But since, so jump upon this bloody question, |
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You from the Polack wars, and you from England, |
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Are here arrived give order that these bodies |
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High on a stage be placed to the view; |
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And let me speak to the yet unknowing world |
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How these things came about: so shall you hear |
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Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, |
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Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, |
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Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, |
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And, in this upshot, purposes mistook |
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Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I |
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Truly deliver. |
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| PRINCE FORTINBRAS� |
Let us haste to hear it, |
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And call the noblest to the audience. |
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For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: |
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I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, |
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Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. |
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| HORATIO� |
Of that I shall have also cause to speak, |
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And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more; |
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But let this same be presently perform'd, |
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Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance |
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On plots and errors, happen. |
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| PRINCE FORTINBRAS� |
Let four captains |
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Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; |
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For he was likely, had he been put on, |
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To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, |
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The soldiers' music and the rites of war |
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Speak loudly for him. |
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Take up the bodies: such a sight as this |
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Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. |
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Go, bid the soldiers shoot. |
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A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off. |
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