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