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ACT II SCENE II� Setting: A room in the castle.
[Enter�KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants ]
[ Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some Attendants]
| [Enter POLONIUS] | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, | 40 |
| Are joyfully return'd. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | Thou still hast been the father of good news. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege, | |
| I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, | ||
| Both to my God and to my gracious king: | ||
| And I do think, or else this brain of mine | ||
| Hunts not the trail of policy so sure | ||
| As it hath used to do, that I have found | ||
| The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. | 50 |
| LORD POLONIUS | Give first admittance to the ambassadors; | |
| My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. | |
| [Exit POLONIUS] | ||
| He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found | ||
| The head and source of all your son's distemper. | ||
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | I doubt it is no other but the main; | |
| His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | Well, we shall sift him. |
[Re–enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
| Welcome, my good friends! | ||
| Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? | ||
| VOLTIMAND | Most fair return of greetings and desires. | 60 |
| Upon our first, he sent out to suppress | ||
| His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd | ||
| To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack; | ||
| But, better look'd into, he truly found | ||
| It was against your highness: whereat grieved, | ||
| That so his sickness, age and impotence | ||
| Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests | ||
| On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys; | ||
| Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine | ||
| Makes vow before his uncle never more | 70 | |
| To give the assay of arms against your majesty. | ||
| Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, | ||
| Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee, | ||
| And his commission to employ those soldiers, | ||
| So levied as before, against the Polack: | ||
| With an entreaty, herein further shown, | ||
| [Giving a paper] | ||
| That it might please you to give quiet pass | ||
| Through your dominions for this enterprise, | ||
| On such regards of safety and allowance | ||
| As therein are set down. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | It likes us well; | 80 |
| And at our more consider'd time well read, | ||
| Answer, and think upon this business. | ||
| Meantime we thank you for your well–took labour: | ||
| Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: | ||
| Most welcome home! |
[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
| LORD POLONIUS | This business is well ended. | |
| My liege, and madam, to expostulate | ||
| What majesty should be, what duty is, | ||
| Why day is day, night night, and time is time, | ||
| Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. | ||
| Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, | ||
| And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, | ||
| I will be brief: your noble son is mad: | ||
| Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, | ||
| What is't but to be nothing else but mad? | 90 | |
| But let that go. | ||
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | More matter, with less art. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Madam, I swear I use no art at all. | |
| That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; | ||
| And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure; | ||
| But farewell it, for I will use no art. | ||
| Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains | 100 | |
| That we find out the cause of this effect, | ||
| Or rather say, the cause of this defect, | ||
| For this effect defective comes by cause: | ||
| Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. | ||
| I have a daughter––have while she is mine–– | ||
| Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, | ||
| Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. | ||
| [Reads] | ||
| To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most | 110 | |
| beautified Ophelia,'–– | ||
| That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is | ||
| a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus: | ||
| [Reads] | ||
| 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' | ||
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Came this from Hamlet to her? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. | |
| [Reads] | ||
| 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; | ||
| Doubt that the sun doth move; | ||
| Doubt truth to be a liar; | ||
| But never doubt I love. | 119 | |
| 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; | ||
| I have not art to reckon my groans: but that | ||
| I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. | ||
| 'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst | ||
| this machine is to him, HAMLET.' | ||
| This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me, | ||
| And more above, hath his solicitings, | ||
| As they fell out by time, by means and place, | ||
| All given to mine ear. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | But how hath she | |
| Received his love? | ||
| What do you think of me? | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | As of a man faithful and honourable. | 130 |
| LORD POLONIUS | I would fain prove so. But what might you think, | |
| When I had seen this hot love on the wing–– | ||
| As I perceived it, I must tell you that, | ||
| Before my daughter told me––what might you, | ||
| Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, | ||
| If I had play'd the desk or table–book, | ||
| Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, | ||
| Or look'd upon this love with idle sight; | ||
| What might you think? No, I went round to work, | ||
| And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: | 140 | |
| Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star; | ||
| This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her, | ||
| That she should lock herself from his resort, | ||
| Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. | ||
| Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; | ||
| And he, repulsed––a short tale to make–– | ||
| Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, | ||
| Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, | ||
| Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, | ||
| Into the madness wherein now he raves, | 150 | |
| And all we mourn for. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | Do you think 'tis this? | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | It may be, very likely. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Hath there been such a time––I'd fain know that–– | |
| That I have positively said 'Tis so,' | ||
| When it proved otherwise? | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | Not that I know. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | [Pointing to his head and shoulder] | |
| Take this from this, if this be otherwise: | ||
| If circumstances lead me, I will find | ||
| Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed | ||
| Within the centre. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | How may we try it further? | 159 |
| LORD POLONIUS | You know, sometimes he walks four hours together | |
| Here in the lobby. | ||
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | So he does indeed. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: | |
| Be you and I behind an arras then; | ||
| Mark the encounter: if he love her not | ||
| And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, | ||
| Let me be no assistant for a state, | ||
| But keep a farm and carters. | ||
| KING CLAUDIUS | We will try it. | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Away, I do beseech you, both away: | |
| I'll board him presently. |
[ Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and Attendants ]
| [Enter HAMLET, reading] | ||
| O, give me leave: | ||
| How does my good Lord Hamlet? | 170 | |
| HAMLET | Well, God–a–mercy. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Do you know me, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Not I, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Then I would you were so honest a man. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Honest, my lord! | |
| HAMLET | Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be | |
| one man picked out of ten thousand. | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | That's very true, my lord. | 180 |
| HAMLET | For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a | |
| god kissing carrion,––Have you a daughter? | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | I have, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a | |
| blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive. | ||
| Friend, look to 't. | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | [Aside]�How say you by that? Still harping on my | |
| daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I | ||
| was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and | ||
| truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for | ||
| love; very near this. I'll speak to him again. | ||
| What do you read, my lord? | 190 | |
| HAMLET | Words, words, words. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | What is the matter, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Between who? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here | |
| that old men have grey beards, that their faces are | ||
| wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and | ||
| plum–tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of | ||
| wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, | ||
| though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet | ||
| I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for | ||
| yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab | ||
| you could go backward. | 202 | |
| LORD POLONIUS | [Aside]�Though this be madness, yet there is method | |
| in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord? | ||
| HAMLET | Into my grave. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Indeed, that is out o' the air. | |
| [Aside] | ||
| How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness | ||
| that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity | ||
| could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will | ||
| leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of | ||
| meeting between him and my daughter.––My honourable | ||
| lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. | ||
| HAMLET | You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will | |
| more willingly part withal: except my life, except | ||
| my life, except my life. | 214 | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Fare you well, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | These tedious old fools! |
[Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
| LORD POLONIUS | You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is. | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | [To POLONIUS]�God save you, sir! | |
| [Exit POLONIUS] | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | My honoured lord! | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | My most dear lord! | |
| HAMLET | My excellent good friends! How dost thou, | |
| Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | As the indifferent children of the earth. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | Happy, in that we are not over–happy; | |
| On fortune's cap we are not the very button. | ||
| HAMLET | Nor the soles of her shoe? | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Neither, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of | |
| her favours? | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | Faith, her privates we. | |
| HAMLET | In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she | |
| is a strumpet. What's the news? | 229 | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. | |
| HAMLET | Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true. | |
| Let me question more in particular: what have you, | ||
| my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, | ||
| that she sends you to prison hither? | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | Prison, my lord! | |
| HAMLET | Denmark's a prison. | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Then is the world one. | |
| HAMLET | A goodly one; in which there are many confines, | |
| wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst. | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | We think not so, my lord. | 240 |
| HAMLET | Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing | |
| either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me | ||
| it is a prison. | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too | |
| narrow for your mind. | ||
| HAMLET | O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count | |
| myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I | ||
| have bad dreams. | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very | |
| substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. | ||
| HAMLET | A dream itself is but a shadow. | 251 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a | |
| quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. | ||
| HAMLET | Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and | |
| outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we | ||
| to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | We'll wait upon you. | |
| HAMLET | No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest | |
| of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest | ||
| man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the | ||
| beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? | 261 | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. | |
| HAMLET | Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I | |
| thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are | ||
| too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it | ||
| your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, | ||
| deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak. | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | What should we say, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent | |
| for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks | ||
| which your modesties have not craft enough to colour: | ||
| I know the good king and queen have sent for you. | 272 | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | To what end, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by | |
| the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of | ||
| our youth, by the obligation of our ever–preserved | ||
| love, and by what more dear a better proposer could | ||
| charge you withal, be even and direct with me, | ||
| whether you were sent for, or no? | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | [Aside to GUILDENSTERN]�What say you? | |
| HAMLET | [Aside]�Nay, then, I have an eye of you.––If you | |
| love me, hold not off. | 281 | |
| GUILDENSTERN | My lord, we were sent for. | |
| HAMLET | I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation | |
| prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king | ||
| and queen moult no feather. I have of late––but | ||
| wherefore I know not––lost all my mirth, forgone all | ||
| custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily | ||
| with my disposition that this goodly frame, the | ||
| earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most | ||
| excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave | ||
| o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted | ||
| with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to | ||
| me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. | ||
| What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! | ||
| how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how | ||
| express and admirable! in action how like an angel! | ||
| in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the | ||
| world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, | ||
| what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not | ||
| me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling | 301 | |
| you seem to say so. | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. | |
| HAMLET | Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'? | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what | |
| lenten entertainment the players shall receive from | ||
| you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they | ||
| coming, to offer you service. | ||
| HAMLET | He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty | |
| shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight | ||
| shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not | ||
| sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part | ||
| in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose | ||
| lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall | ||
| say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt | ||
| for't. What players are they? | 312 | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Even those you were wont to take delight in, the | |
| tragedians of the city. | ||
| HAMLET | How chances it they travel? their residence, both | |
| in reputation and profit, was better both ways. | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | I think their inhibition comes by the means of the | |
| late innovation. | ||
| HAMLET | Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was | |
| in the city? are they so followed? | 320 | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | No, indeed, are they not. | |
| HAMLET | How comes it? do they grow rusty? | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but | |
| there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, | ||
| that cry out on the top of question, and are most | ||
| tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the | ||
| fashion, and so berattle the common stages––so they | ||
| call them––that many wearing rapiers are afraid of | ||
| goose–quills and dare scarce come thither. | 328 | |
| HAMLET | What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are | |
| they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no | ||
| longer than they can sing? will they not say | ||
| afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common | ||
| players––as it is most like, if their means are no | ||
| better––their writers do them wrong, to make them | ||
| exclaim against their own succession? | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and | |
| the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to | ||
| controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid | ||
| for argument, unless the poet and the player went to | ||
| cuffs in the question. | ||
| HAMLET | Is't possible? | |
| GUILDENSTERN | O, there has been much throwing about of brains. | |
| HAMLET | Do the boys carry it away? | 341 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too. | |
| HAMLET | It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of | |
| Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while | ||
| my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an | ||
| hundred ducats a–piece for his picture in little. | ||
| Sblood, there is something in this more than | ||
| natural, if philosophy could find it out. |
[Flourish of trumpets within]
| GUILDENSTERN | There are the players. | |
| HAMLET | Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, | |
| come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion | ||
| and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb, | ||
| lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, | ||
| must show fairly outward, should more appear like | ||
| entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my | ||
| uncle–father and aunt–mother are deceived. | ||
| GUILDENSTERN | In what, my dear lord? | |
| HAMLET | I am but mad north–north–west: when the wind is | |
| southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. | ||
| [Enter POLONIUS] | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | Well be with you, gentlemen! | 359 |
| HAMLET | Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a | |
| hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet | ||
| out of his swaddling–clouts. | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | Happily he's the second time come to them; for they | |
| say an old man is twice a child. | ||
| HAMLET | I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players; | |
| mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning; | ||
| twas so indeed. | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | My lord, I have news to tell you. | |
| HAMLET | My lord, I have news to tell you. | |
| When Roscius was an actor in Rome,–– | 370 | |
| LORD POLONIUS | The actors are come hither, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Buz, buz! | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Upon mine honour,–– | |
| HAMLET | Then came each actor on his ass,–– | |
| LORD POLONIUS | The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, | |
| comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral–comical, | ||
| historical–pastoral, tragical–historical, tragical– | ||
| comical–historical–pastoral, scene individable, or | ||
| poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor | ||
| Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the | ||
| liberty, these are the only men. | 380 | |
| HAMLET | O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! | |
| LORD POLONIUS | What a treasure had he, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Why, | |
| One fair daughter and no more, | ||
| The which he loved passing well.' | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | [Aside]�Still on my daughter. | |
| HAMLET | Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter | |
| that I love passing well. | 390 | |
| HAMLET | Nay, that follows not. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | What follows, then, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Why, | |
| As by lot, God wot,' | ||
| and then, you know, | ||
| It came to pass, as most like it was,'–– | ||
| the first row of the pious chanson will show you | ||
| more; for look, where my abridgement comes. | 398 |
[Enter four or five Players]
| You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad | ||
| to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old | ||
| friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last: | ||
| comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young | ||
| lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is | ||
| nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the | ||
| altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like | ||
| apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the | ||
| ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en | ||
| to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see: | ||
| we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste | ||
| of your quality; come, a passionate speech. | ||
| First Player | What speech, my lord? | 410 |
| HAMLET | I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was | |
| never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the | ||
| play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas | ||
| caviare to the general: but it was––as I received | ||
| it, and others, whose judgments in such matters | ||
| cried in the top of mine––an excellent play, well | ||
| digested in the scenes, set down with as much | ||
| modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there | ||
| were no sallets in the lines to make the matter | ||
| savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might | ||
| indict the author of affectation; but called it an | ||
| honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very | ||
| much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I | ||
| chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and | ||
| thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of | ||
| Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin | ||
| at this line: let me see, let me see–– | ||
| The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'–– | ||
| it is not so:––it begins with Pyrrhus:–– | ||
| The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, | ||
| Black as his purpose, did the night resemble | ||
| When he lay couched in the ominous horse, | 430 | |
| Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd | ||
| With heraldry more dismal; head to foot | ||
| Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd | ||
| With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, | ||
| Baked and impasted with the parching streets, | ||
| That lend a tyrannous and damned light | ||
| To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire, | ||
| And thus o'er–sized with coagulate gore, | ||
| With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus | ||
| Old grandsire Priam seeks.' | 440 | |
| So, proceed you. | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and | |
| good discretion. | ||
| First Player | Anon he finds him | |
| Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, | ||
| Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, | ||
| Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, | ||
| Repugnant to command: unequal match'd, | ||
| Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide; | ||
| But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword | ||
| The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, | 450 | |
| Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top | ||
| Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash | ||
| Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword, | ||
| Which was declining on the milky head | ||
| Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick: | ||
| So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, | ||
| And like a neutral to his will and matter, | ||
| Did nothing. | ||
| But, as we often see, against some storm, | ||
| A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, | 460 | |
| The bold winds speechless and the orb below | ||
| As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder | ||
| Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause, | ||
| Aroused vengeance sets him new a–work; | ||
| And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall | ||
| On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne | ||
| With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword | ||
| Now falls on Priam. | ||
| Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, | ||
| In general synod 'take away her power; | 470 | |
| Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, | ||
| And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, | ||
| As low as to the fiends!' | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | This is too long. | |
| HAMLET | It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee, | |
| say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he | ||
| sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba. | ||
| First Player | But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen––' | |
| HAMLET | The mobled queen?' | |
| LORD POLONIUS | That's good; 'mobled queen' is good. | 480 |
| First Player | Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames | |
| With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head | ||
| Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe, | ||
| About her lank and all o'er–teemed loins, | ||
| A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; | ||
| Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, | ||
| Gainst Fortune's state would treason have | ||
| pronounced: | ||
| But if the gods themselves did see her then | ||
| When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport | ||
| In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs, | 490 | |
| The instant burst of clamour that she made, | ||
| Unless things mortal move them not at all, | ||
| Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven, | ||
| And passion in the gods.' | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has | |
| tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more. | ||
| HAMLET | Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon. | |
| Good my lord, will you see the players well | ||
| bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for | ||
| they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the | ||
| time: after your death you were better have a bad | ||
| epitaph than their ill report while you live. | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | My lord, I will use them according to their desert. | |
| HAMLET | God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man | |
| after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? | ||
| Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less | ||
| they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. | ||
| Take them in. | ||
| LORD POLONIUS | Come, sirs. | |
| HAMLET | Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to–morrow. |
[Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First]
| Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the | ||
| Murder of Gonzago? | ||
| First Player | Ay, my lord. | 511 |
| HAMLET | We'll ha't to–morrow night. You could, for a need, | |
| study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which | ||
| I would set down and insert in't, could you not? | ||
| First Player | Ay, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him | |
| not. | ||
| [Exit First Player] | ||
| My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are | ||
| welcome to Elsinore. | ||
| ROSENCRANTZ | Good my lord! | |
| HAMLET | Ay, so, God be wi' ye; |
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
| Now I am alone. | 520 | |
| O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! | ||
| Is it not monstrous that this player here, | ||
| But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, | ||
| Could force his soul so to his own conceit | ||
| That from her working all his visage wann'd, | ||
| Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, | ||
| A broken voice, and his whole function suiting | ||
| With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! | ||
| For Hecuba! | ||
| What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, | 530 | |
| That he should weep for her? What would he do, | ||
| Had he the motive and the cue for passion | ||
| That I have? He would drown the stage with tears | ||
| And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, | ||
| Make mad the guilty and appal the free, | ||
| Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed | ||
| The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, | ||
| A dull and muddy–mettled rascal, peak, | ||
| Like John–a–dreams, unpregnant of my cause, | 540 | |
| And can say nothing; no, not for a king, | ||
| Upon whose property and most dear life | ||
| A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? | ||
| Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? | ||
| Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? | ||
| Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, | ||
| As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? | ||
| Ha! | ||
| Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be | ||
| But I am pigeon–liver'd and lack gall | 550 | |
| To make oppression bitter, or ere this | ||
| I should have fatted all the region kites | ||
| With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! |
| 1) | What is this act mainly about? |
| 2) | Who tells Claudius about the death of Polonius? |
| 3) | Which animal does Hamlet compare Rosencrantz to? |
| 4) | Why does Claudius refrain from openly punishing Hamlet for murder? |
| 5) | What reason does Claudius give for exiling Hamlet to England? |
| 6) | Who does Fortinbras send a messenger to? |
| 7) | What does Hamlet name as an example, "gross as earth," that spurs him to action? |
| 8) | Whose claim to kingship does the cheering crowd support? |
| 9) | Among the flowers Ophelia names, which represents remembrance? |
| 10) | According to Hamlet's letter to Horatio, what did his ship encounter after only two days at sea? |
| 11) | How does Hamlet describe himself in his letter to Claudius? |
| 12) | How does Ophelia die? |
| 13) | What does Claudius mean in the quote below?
"It had been so with us, had we been there." |
| 14) | What does Hamlet mean in the quote below?
"A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear." |
| 15) | What does Hamlet mean in the quote below?
"How all occasions do inform against me |
| 16) | What does Gertrude mean in the quote below?
"So full of artless jealousy is guilt |
| 17) | What does Claudius mean in the quote below?
"But that I know love is begun by time, |
| 18) | Look where Claudius says of Hamlet's exile that "This sudden sending him away must seem / Deliberate pause." What does "deliberate" mean in this context? |
| 19) | Look where Hamlet observes that the Fortinbras's soldiers "fight for a plot / Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause."
What does "plot" mean in this context? |
| 20) | Look where Claudius worries about his scheme: "If this should fall, / And that our drift look through our bad performance. / 'Twere better not assay'd."
What does "drift" mean in this context? |
| 21) | Were there any events that weren't clear to you? |
Question #14
What does Hamlet mean in the quote below?
"I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
Could not (with all their quantity of love)
Make up my sum."
Question #10
What does Horatio worry the ghost might do?
Question #11
How did King Hamlet die?
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ACT I SCENE I� Setting: Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
[FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO]