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ACT III SCENE I� Setting: A room in the castle.

[Enter�KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN ]

KING CLAUDIUS And can you, by no drift of circumstance, Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? ROSENCRANTZ He does confess he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak. GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. QUEEN GERTRUDE Did he receive you well? 10 ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman. GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition. ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply. QUEEN GERTRUDE Did you assay him? To any pastime? ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er–raught on the way: of these we told him; And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it: they are about the court, And, as I think, they have already order 20 This night to play before him. LORD POLONIUS Tis most true: And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear and see the matter. KING CLAUDIUS With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

KING CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here 30
Affront Ophelia:
Her father and myself, lawful espials,
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If 't be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
QUEEN GERTRUDE I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues 40
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE]
LORD POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
We will bestow ourselves.
[To OPHELIA]
Read on this book;
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,––
Tis too much proved––that with devotion's visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
KING CLAUDIUS [Aside]�O, 'tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! 50
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word:
O heavy burthen!
LORD POLONIUS I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.

[Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS][Enter HAMLET]

HAMLET To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; 60
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart–ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 70
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will 80
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.––Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
OPHELIA Good my lord, 90
How does your honour for this many a day?
HAMLET I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
OPHELIA My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re–deliver;
I pray you, now receive them.
HAMLET No, not I;
I never gave you aught.
OPHELIA My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind 100
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
HAMLET Ha, ha! are you honest?
OPHELIA My lord?
HAMLET Are you fair?
OPHELIA What means your lordship?
HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
admit no discourse to your beauty.
OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
with honesty? 110
HAMLET Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof. I did love you once.
OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
HAMLET You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
it: I loved you not.
OPHELIA I was the more deceived. 120
HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Where's your father? 130
OPHELIA At home, my lord.
HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens!
HAMLET If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
and quickly too. Farewell. 140
OPHELIA O heavenly powers, restore him!
HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
has given you one face, and you make yourselves
another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
nick–name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
those that are married already, all but one, shall
live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
nunnery, go.
[Exit]
OPHELIA O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! 150
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, 160
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

[Re–enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]

KING CLAUDIUS Love! his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger: which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
For the demand of our neglected tribute 170
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something–settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
LORD POLONIUS It shall do well: but yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
We heard it all. My lord, do as you please; 180
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief: let her be round with him;
And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him, or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
KING CLAUDIUS It shall be so:
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
[Exeunt]

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ACT III SCENE II� Setting: A hall in the castle.

[Enter HAMLET and Players]

HAMLET Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town–crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; 5 for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig–pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to 10 very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out–herods Herod: pray you, avoid it. 15 First Player I warrant your honour. HAMLET Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is 20 from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone, 25 or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others 30 praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them 35 well, they imitated humanity so abominably. First Player I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us, sir. HAMLET O, reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; 40 for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition 45 in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.

[Exeunt Players][Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]

How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work?
LORD POLONIUS And the queen too, and that presently.
HAMLET Bid the players make haste.
[Exit POLONIUS]
Will you two help to hasten them? 50
GUILDENSTERN We will, my lord.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

HAMLET What ho! Horatio!
[Enter HORATIO]
HORATIO Here, sweet lord, at your service.
HAMLET Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
As e'er my conversation coped withal. 55
HORATIO O, my dear lord,––
HAMLET Nay, do not think I flatter;
For what advancement may I hope from thee
That no revenue hast but thy good spirits,
To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? 60
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
And could of men distinguish, her election 65
Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, 70
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger
To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.––Something too much of this.–– 75
There is a play to–night before the king;
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee of my father's death:
I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy soul 80
Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; 85
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our judgments join
In censure of his seeming.
HORATIO Well, my lord:
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, 90
And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
HAMLET They are coming to the play; I must be idle:
Get you a place.

[ Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others ]

KING CLAUDIUS How fares our cousin Hamlet?
HAMLET Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat 95
the air, promise–crammed: you cannot feed capons so.
KING CLAUDIUS I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words
are not mine.
HAMLET No, nor mine now.
[To POLONIUS]
My lord, you played once i' the university, you say? 100
LORD POLONIUS That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor.
HAMLET What did you enact?
LORD POLONIUS I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the
Capitol; Brutus killed me.
HAMLET It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf 105
there. Be the players ready?
ROSENCRANTZ Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience.
QUEEN GERTRUDE Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
HAMLET No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
LORD POLONIUS [To KING CLAUDIUS]�O, ho! do you mark that? 110
HAMLET Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

[Lying down at OPHELIA's feet]

OPHELIA No, my lord.
HAMLET I mean, my head upon your lap?
OPHELIA Ay, my lord.
HAMLET Do you think I meant country matters? 115
OPHELIA I think nothing, my lord.
HAMLET That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
OPHELIA What is, my lord?
HAMLET Nothing.
OPHELIA You are merry, my lord. 120
HAMLET Who, I?
OPHELIA Ay, my lord.
HAMLET O God, your only jig–maker. What should a man do
but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my
mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. 125
OPHELIA Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.
HAMLET So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for
I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two
months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's
hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half 130
a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,
then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with
the hobby–horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O,
the hobby–horse is forgot.'

[Hautboys play. The dumb–show enters][ Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love. ]

[Exeunt]
OPHELIA What means this, my lord? 135
HAMLET Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
OPHELIA Belike this show imports the argument of the play.
[Enter Prologue]
HAMLET We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot
keep counsel; they'll tell all.
OPHELIA Will he tell us what this show meant? 140
HAMLET Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you
ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
OPHELIA You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play.
Prologue For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency, 145
We beg your hearing patiently.
[Exit]
HAMLET Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
OPHELIA Tis brief, my lord.
HAMLET As woman's love.
[Enter two Players, King and Queen]
Player King Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round 150
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,
And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen
About the world have times twelve thirties been,
Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual in most sacred bands. 155
Player Queen So many journeys may the sun and moon
Make us again count o'er ere love be done!
But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer and from your former state,
That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, 160
Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must:
For women's fear and love holds quantity;
In neither aught, or in extremity.
Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know;
And as my love is sized, my fear is so: 165
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Player King Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too;
My operant powers their functions leave to do:
And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, 170
Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind
For husband shalt thou––
Player Queen O, confound the rest!
Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
In second husband let me be accurst! 175
None wed the second but who kill'd the first.
HAMLET [Aside]�Wormwood, wormwood.
Player Queen The instances that second marriage move
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:
A second time I kill my husband dead, 180
When second husband kisses me in bed.
Player King I do believe you think what now you speak;
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity; 185
Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose, 190
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. 195
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies; 200
The poor advanced makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
For who not needs shall never lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy. 205
But, orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our devices still are overthrown;
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
So think thou wilt no second husband wed; 210
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
Player Queen Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light!
Sport and repose lock from me day and night!
To desperation turn my trust and hope!
An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! 215
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
Meet what I would have well and it destroy!
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
HAMLET If she should break it now! 220
Player King Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile;
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
[Sleeps]
Player Queen Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain! 225
[Exit]
HAMLET Madam, how like you this play?
QUEEN GERTRUDE The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
HAMLET O, but she'll keep her word.
KING CLAUDIUS Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't?
HAMLET No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence 230
i' the world.
KING CLAUDIUS What do you call the play?
HAMLET The Mouse–trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play
is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is
the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see 235
anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o'
that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it
touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our
withers are unwrung.
[Enter LUCIANUS]
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. 240
OPHELIA You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
HAMLET I could interpret between you and your love, if I
could see the puppets dallying.
OPHELIA You are keen, my lord, you are keen.
HAMLET It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. 245
OPHELIA Still better, and worse.
HAMLET So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer;
pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:
the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'
LUCIANUS Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; 250
Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp immediately. 255

[Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears]

HAMLET He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His
name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in
choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer
gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
OPHELIA The king rises. 260
HAMLET What, frighted with false fire!
QUEEN GERTRUDE How fares my lord?
LORD POLONIUS Give o'er the play.
KING CLAUDIUS Give me some light: away!
All Lights, lights, lights! 265
[Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO]
HAMLET Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play;
For some must watch, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers–– if 270
the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me––with two
Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a
fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
HORATIO Half a share.
HAMLET A whole one, I. 275
For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very––pajock.
HORATIO You might have rhymed. 280
HAMLET O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIO Very well, my lord.
HAMLET Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO I did very well note him. 285
HAMLET Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders!
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy.
Come, some music!

[Re–enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

GUILDENSTERN Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. 290
HAMLET Sir, a whole history.
GUILDENSTERN The king, sir,––
HAMLET Ay, sir, what of him?
GUILDENSTERN Is in his retirement marvellous distempered.
HAMLET With drink, sir? 295
GUILDENSTERN No, my lord, rather with choler.
HAMLET Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him
to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far
more choler. 300
GUILDENSTERN Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and
start not so wildly from my affair.
HAMLET I am tame, sir: pronounce.
GUILDENSTERN The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of
spirit, hath sent me to you. 305
HAMLET You are welcome.
GUILDENSTERN Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right
breed. If it shall please you to make me a
wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
commandment: if not, your pardon and my return 310
shall be the end of my business.
HAMLET Sir, I cannot.
GUILDENSTERN What, my lord?
HAMLET Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but,
sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; 315
or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no
more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,––
ROSENCRANTZ Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her
into amazement and admiration.
HAMLET O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But 320
is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's
admiration? Impart.
ROSENCRANTZ She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you
go to bed.
HAMLET We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have 325
you any further trade with us?
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you once did love me.
HAMLET So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
ROSENCRANTZ Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you
do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if 330
you deny your griefs to your friend.
HAMLET Sir, I lack advancement.
ROSENCRANTZ How can that be, when you have the voice of the king
himself for your succession in Denmark?
HAMLET Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'––the proverb 335
is something musty.

[Re–enter Players with recorders]

O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with
you:––why do you go about to recover the wind of me,
as if you would drive me into a toil?
GUILDENSTERN O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too 340
unmannerly.
HAMLET I do not well understand that. Will you play upon
this pipe?
GUILDENSTERN My lord, I cannot.
HAMLET I pray you. 345
GUILDENSTERN Believe me, I cannot.
HAMLET I do beseech you.
GUILDENSTERN I know no touch of it, my lord.
HAMLET Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with
your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your 350
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music.
Look you, these are the stops.
GUILDENSTERN But these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony; I have not the skill.
HAMLET Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of 355
me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know
my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to
the top of my compass: and there is much music,
excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot 360
you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am
easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what
instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you
cannot play upon me.
[Enter POLONIUS]
God bless you, sir! 365
LORD POLONIUS My lord, the queen would speak with you, and
presently.
HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
LORD POLONIUS By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel. 370
LORD POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel.
HAMLET Or like a whale?
LORD POLONIUS Very like a whale.
HAMLET Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool
me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by. 375
LORD POLONIUS I will say so.
HAMLET By and by is easily said.
[Exit POLONIUS]
Leave me, friends.
[Exeunt all but HAMLET]
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out 380
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.
O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: 385
Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;
How in my words soever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent! 390
[Exit]

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ACT III SCENE III� Setting: A room in the castle.

[Enter KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]

KING CLAUDIUS I like him not, nor stands it safe with us To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you; I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you: The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies. GUILDENSTERN We will ourselves provide: Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your majesty. 10 ROSENCRANTZ The single and peculiar life is bound, With all the strength and armour of the mind, To keep itself from noyance; but much more That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest The lives of many. The cease of majesty Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, 20 Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. KING CLAUDIUS Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes too free–footed. GUILDENSTERN We will haste us.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN][Enter POLONIUS]

LORD POLONIUS My lord, he's going to his mother's closet:
Behind the arras I'll convey myself,
To hear the process; and warrant she'll tax him home:
And, as you said, and wisely was it said, 30
Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
KING CLAUDIUS Thanks, dear my lord.
[Exit POLONIUS]
O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's murder. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will:
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; 40
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this two–fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up; 50
My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; 60
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: what can it not?
Yet what can it when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, 70
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe!
All may be well.
[Retires and kneels]
[Enter HAMLET]
HAMLET Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven;
And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd:
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread; 80
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No!
Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed; 90
At gaming, swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't;
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
[Exit]
KING CLAUDIUS [Rising]�My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: 100
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
[Exit]

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ACT III SCENE IV� Setting: The Queen's closet.

[Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS]

LORD POLONIUS He will come straight. Look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here. Pray you, be round with him. HAMLET [Within]�Mother, mother, mother! QUEEN GERTRUDE I'll warrant you, Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming. [POLONIUS hides behind the arras] [Enter HAMLET] HAMLET Now, mother, what's the matter? QUEEN GERTRUDE Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. HAMLET Mother, you have my father much offended. 10 QUEEN GERTRUDE Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. HAMLET Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. QUEEN GERTRUDE Why, how now, Hamlet! HAMLET What's the matter now? QUEEN GERTRUDE Have you forgot me? HAMLET No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And––would it were not so!––you are my mother. QUEEN GERTRUDE Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. HAMLET Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. 20 QUEEN GERTRUDE What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho! LORD POLONIUS [Behind]�What, ho! help, help, help! HAMLET [Drawing]�How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!

[Makes a pass through the arras]

LORD POLONIUS [Behind]�O, I am slain!
[Falls and dies]
QUEEN GERTRUDE O me, what hast thou done?
HAMLET Nay, I know not:
Is it the king?
QUEEN GERTRUDE O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
HAMLET A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
QUEEN GERTRUDE As kill a king!
HAMLET Ay, lady, 'twas my word. 30

[Lifts up the arras and discovers POLONIUS]

[Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS]

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff,
If damned custom have not brass'd it so
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
QUEEN GERTRUDE What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
HAMLET Such an act 40
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love
And sets a blister there, makes marriage–vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom, 50
Is thought–sick at the act.
QUEEN GERTRUDE Ay me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
HAMLET Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New–lighted on a heaven–kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed, 60
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:
This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
You cannot call it love; for at your age
The hey–day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgement: and what judgement 70
Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman–blind?
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense 80
Could not so mope.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will.
QUEEN GERTRUDE O Hamlet, speak no more:
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
HAMLET Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty,––
QUEEN GERTRUDE O, speak to me no more;
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet! 93
HAMLET A murderer and a villain;
A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!
QUEEN GERTRUDE No more!
HAMLET A king of shreds and patches,––
[Enter Ghost]
Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, 100
You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, he's mad!
HAMLET Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
Ghost Do not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul: 110
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
Speak to her, Hamlet.
HAMLET How is it with you, lady?
QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy
And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper 120
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
HAMLET On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects: then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
QUEEN GERTRUDE To whom do you speak this?
HAMLET Do you see nothing there?
QUEEN GERTRUDE Nothing at all; yet all that is I see. 129
HAMLET Nor did you nothing hear?
QUEEN GERTRUDE No, nothing but ourselves.
HAMLET Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
My father, in his habit as he lived!
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
[Exit Ghost]
QUEEN GERTRUDE This the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy
Is very cunning in.
HAMLET Ecstasy!
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re–word; which madness 140
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the fatness of these pursy times 150
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
QUEEN GERTRUDE O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
HAMLET O, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
That to the use of actions fair and good 160
He likewise gives a frock or livery,
That aptly is put on. Refrain to–night,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either … the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
[Pointing to POLONIUS]
I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
To punish me with this and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
I must be cruel, only to be kind:
Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
One word more, good lady.
QUEEN GERTRUDE What shall I do?
HAMLET Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness, 180
But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
And break your own neck down.
QUEEN GERTRUDE Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, 190
And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
What thou hast said to me.
HAMLET I must to England; you know that?
QUEEN GERTRUDE Alack,
I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
HAMLET There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar: and 't shall go hard 200
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.
This man shall set me packing:
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night, mother. 210

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ACT IV SCENE I� Setting: A room in the castle.

[Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN ]

KING CLAUDIUS There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves: You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them. Where is your son? QUEEN GERTRUDE Bestow this place on us a little while.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to–night!
KING CLAUDIUS What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
QUEEN GERTRUDE Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!' 10
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.
KING CLAUDIUS O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there:
His liberty is full of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit; 20
But, like the owner of a foul disease,�
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
QUEEN GERTRUDE To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
KING CLAUDIUS O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed 30
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!

[Re–enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]

Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
And let them know, both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done: [so, haply, slander], 40
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air. O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.
[Exeunt]

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ACT IV SCENE II� Setting: Another room in the castle.

[Enter HAMLET]

HAMLET Safely stowed. GUILDENSTERN AND ROSENCRANTZ [Within.]�Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! HAMLET But soft, what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come. [Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] ROSENCRANTZ What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? HAMLET Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. ROSENCRANTZ Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence And bear it to the chapel. HAMLET Do not believe it. ROSENCRANTZ Believe what? 10 HAMLET That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what replication should be made by the son of a king? ROSENCRANTZ Take you me for a sponge, my lord? HAMLET Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. 20 ROSENCRANTZ I understand you not, my lord. HAMLET I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing –– GUILDENSTERN A thing, my lord? HAMLET Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. [Exeunt]

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ACT IV SCENE III� Setting: Another room in the castle.

Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended.�

KING CLAUDIUS� I have sent to seek him, and to find the body. � � How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! � � Yet must not we put the strong law on him: � � He's loved of the distracted multitude, � Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; � � And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, � � But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, � � This sudden sending him away must seem � � Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown � By desperate appliance are relieved, �10 � Or not at all. � � Enter ROSENCRANTZ and others. � � How now! what hath befall'n? � ROSENCRANTZ� Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, � � We cannot get from him. KING CLAUDIUS� But where is he? � ROSENCRANTZ� Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure. � KING CLAUDIUS� Bring him before us. � ROSENCRANTZ� Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. � � Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN. � KING CLAUDIUS� Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? HAMLET� At supper. � KING CLAUDIUS� At supper! where? �19 HAMLET� Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain � � convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your � � worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all � creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for � � maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but � � variable service, two dishes, but to one table: � � that's the end. � KING CLAUDIUS� Alas, alas! HAMLET� A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a � � king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. � KING CLAUDIUS� What dost you mean by this? � HAMLET� Nothing but to show you how a king may go a � � progress through the guts of a beggar. �31 KING CLAUDIUS� Where is Polonius? � HAMLET� In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger � � find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within � this month, you shall nose him as you go up the � stairs into the lobby. � KING CLAUDIUS� Go seek him there. � � To some Attendants. � HAMLET� He will stay till ye come. � � Exeunt Attendants. � KING CLAUDIUS� Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,–– � � Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve �40 � For that which thou hast done,––must send thee hence � � With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself; � � The bark is ready, and the wind at help, � � The associates tend, and every thing is bent � � For England. HAMLET� For England. � KING CLAUDIUS� Ay, Hamlet. � HAMLET� Good. � KING CLAUDIUS� So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. � HAMLET� I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for � England! Farewell, dear mother. � KING CLAUDIUS� Thy loving father, Hamlet. �49 HAMLET� My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man � � and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England! � � Exit � KING CLAUDIUS� Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard; � Delay it not; I'll have him hence to–night: � � Away! for every thing is seal'd and done � � That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. � � Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. � � And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught–– � � As my great power thereof may give thee sense, � Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red � � After the Danish sword, and thy free awe �60 � Pays homage to us––thou mayst not coldly set � � Our sovereign process; which imports at full, � � By letters congruing to that effect, � The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; � � For like the hectic in my blood he rages, � � And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done, � � Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. � � Exit

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ACT IV SCENE IV� Setting: A plain in Denmark.

Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching.�

PRINCE FORTINBRAS� Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; � � Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras � � Craves the conveyance of a promised march � � Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. � If that his majesty would aught with us, � � We shall express our duty in his eye; � � And let him know so. � Captain� I will do't, my lord. � PRINCE FORTINBRAS� Go softly on. � Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers. � � Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others. � HAMLET� Good sir, whose powers are these? � Captain� They are of Norway, sir. �10 HAMLET� How purposed, sir, I pray you? � Captain� Against some part of Poland. � HAMLET� Who commands them, sir? Captain� The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras. � HAMLET� Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, � � Or for some frontier? � Captain� Truly to speak, and with no addition, � � We go to gain a little patch of ground � That hath in it no profit but the name. � � To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; �20 � Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole � � A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. � HAMLET� Why, then the Polack never will defend it. Captain� Yes, it is already garrison'd. � HAMLET� Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats � � Will not debate the question of this straw: � � This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, � � That inward breaks, and shows no cause without � Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir. � Captain� God be wi' you, sir. �30 � Exit � ROSENCRANTZ� Will't please you go, my lord? � HAMLET� I'll be with you straight go a little before. � � Exeunt all except HAMLET. � � How all occasions do inform against me, � And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, � � If his chief good and market of his time � � Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. � � Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, � � Looking before and after, gave us not � That capability and god–like reason � � To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be � � Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple �40 � Of thinking too precisely on the event, � � A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom � And ever three parts coward, I do not know � � Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' � � Sith I have cause and will and strength and means � � To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: � � Witness this army of such mass and charge � Led by a delicate and tender prince, � � Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd � � Makes mouths at the invisible event, �50 � Exposing what is mortal and unsure � � To all that fortune, death and danger dare, � Even for an egg–shell. Rightly to be great � � Is not to stir without great argument, � � But greatly to find quarrel in a straw � � When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, � � That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, � Excitements of my reason and my blood, � � And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see � � The imminent death of�twenty thousand men, �60 � That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, � � Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot � Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, � Which is not tomb enough and continent � � To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, � � My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! � � Exit

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ACT IV SCENE V� Setting: Elsinore. A room in the castle.

Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman.�

QUEEN GERTRUDE� I will not speak with her. � Gentleman� She is importunate, indeed distract: � � Her mood will needs be pitied. � QUEEN GERTRUDE� What would she have? Gentleman� She speaks much of her father; says she hears � � There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart; � � Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, � � That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, � � Yet the unshaped use of it doth move � The hearers to collection; they aim at it, � � And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; �10 � Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures � � yield them, � � Indeed would make one think there might be thought, � Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. � HORATIO� Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew � � Dangerous conjectures in ill–breeding minds. � QUEEN GERTRUDE� Let her come in. � � Exit HORATIO. � � Aside. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, � Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: � � So full of artless jealousy is guilt, � � It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. �20 � Re–enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. � OPHELIA� Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? � QUEEN GERTRUDE� How now, Ophelia! OPHELIA� Sings. � � How should I your true love know � � From another one? � � By his cockle hat and staff, � � And his sandal shoon. � QUEEN GERTRUDE� Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? OPHELIA� Say you? nay, pray you, mark. � � Sings. � � He is dead and gone, lady, � � He is dead and gone; �30 � At his head a grass–green turf, � � At his heels a stone. QUEEN GERTRUDE� Nay, but, Ophelia,–– � OPHELIA� Pray you, mark. � � Sings. � � White his shroud as the mountain snow,–– � � Enter KING CLAUDIUS � QUEEN GERTRUDE� Alas, look here, my lord. � OPHELIA� Sings. � � Larded with sweet flowers � Which bewept to the grave did go � � With true–love showers. � KING CLAUDIUS� How do you, pretty lady? �40 OPHELIA� Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's � � daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! KING CLAUDIUS� Conceit upon her father. � OPHELIA� Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they � � ask you what it means, say you this: � � Sings � � To–morrow is Saint Valentine's day, � All in the morning betime, � � And I a maid at your window, � � To be your Valentine. �50 � Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, � � And dupp'd the chamber–door; � Let in the maid, that out a maid � � Never departed more. � KING CLAUDIUS� Pretty Ophelia! � OPHELIA� Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't: � � Sings. � � By Gis and by Saint Charity, � Alack, and fie for shame! � � Young men will do't, if they come to't; � � By cock, they are to blame. � � Quoth she, before you tumbled me, � � You promised me to wed. � So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, � � An thou hadst not come to my bed. � KING CLAUDIUS� How long hath she been thus? � OPHELIA� I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I � � cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him � i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: � � and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my � � coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; � � good night, good night. � � Exit � KING CLAUDIUS� Follow her close; give her good watch, � I pray you. � � Exit HORATIO. � � O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs � � All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, �60 � When sorrows come, they come not single spies � � But in battalions. First, her father slain: � Next, your son gone; and he most violent author � � Of his own just remove: the people muddied, � � Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers, � � For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly, � � In hugger–mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia � Divided from herself and her fair judgment, � � Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts: � � Last, and as much containing as all these, �70 � Her brother is in secret come from France; � � Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, � And wants not buzzers to infect his ear � � With pestilent speeches of his father's death; � � Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd, � � Will nothing stick our person to arraign � � In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, � Like to a murdering–piece, in many places � � Gives me superfluous death. � � A noise within. � QUEEN GERTRUDE� Alack, what noise is this? � KING CLAUDIUS� Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. � � Enter a Messenger. � � What is the matter? Gentleman� Save yourself, my lord: �81 � The ocean, overpeering of his list, � � Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste � � Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, � � O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord; � And, as the world were now but to begin, � � Antiquity forgot, custom not known, � � The ratifiers and props of every word, � � They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:' � � Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds: �90 � Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!' � QUEEN GERTRUDE� How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! � � O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! � KING CLAUDIUS� The doors are broke. � � Noise within. � � Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following. � LAERTES� Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without. Danes� No, let's come in. � LAERTES� I pray you, give me leave. � Danes� We will, we will. � � They retire without the door. � LAERTES� I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king, � � Give me my father! QUEEN GERTRUDE� Calmly, good Laertes. � LAERTES� That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard, �100 � Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot � � Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow � � Of my true mother. KING CLAUDIUS� What is the cause, Laertes, � � That thy rebellion looks so giant–like? � � Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: � � There's such divinity doth hedge a king, � � That treason can but peep to what it would, � Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes, � � Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude. � � Speak, man. � LAERTES� Where is my father? � KING CLAUDIUS� Dead. QUEEN GERTRUDE� But not by him. � KING CLAUDIUS� Let him demand his fill. �110 LAERTES� How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: � � To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! � � Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! � I dare damnation. To this point I stand, � � That both the worlds I give to negligence, � � Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged � � Most thoroughly for my father. � KING CLAUDIUS� Who shall stay you? LAERTES� My will, not all the world: � � And for my means, I'll husband them so well, � � They shall go far with little. � KING CLAUDIUS� Good Laertes, � � If you desire to know the certainty �121 � Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, � � That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, � � Winner and loser? � LAERTES� None but his enemies. � KING CLAUDIUS� Will you know them then? LAERTES� To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; � � And like the kind life–rendering pelican, � � Repast them with my blood. � KING CLAUDIUS� Why, now you speak � � Like a good child and a true gentleman. � That I am guiltless of your father's death, �130 � And am most sensible in grief for it, � � It shall as level to your judgment pierce � � As day does to your eye. � Danes� Within.�Let her come in. � LAERTES� How now! what noise is that? � Re–enter OPHELIA. � � O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, � � Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! � � By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, � � Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! � � Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! � O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits �140 � Should be as moral as an old man's life? � � Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, � � It sends some precious instance of itself � � After the thing it loves. OPHELIA� Sings. � � They bore him barefaced on the bier; � � Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny; � � And in his grave rain'd many a tear:–– � � Fare you well, my dove! � LAERTES� Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, � It could not move thus. �150 OPHELIA� Sings. � � You must sing a–down a–down, � � An you call him a–down–a. � � O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false � � steward, that stole his master's daughter. LAERTES� This nothing's more than matter. � OPHELIA� There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, � � love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts. � LAERTES� A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. �159 OPHELIA� There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue � for you; and here's some for me: we may call it � � herb–grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with � � a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you � � some violets, but they withered all when my father � � died: they say he made a good end,–– � Sings. � � For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. � LAERTES� Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, � � She turns to favour and to prettiness. � OPHELIA� Sings. � � And will he not come again? � � And will he not come again? �170 � No, no, he is dead: � � Go to thy death–bed: � � He never will come again. � � His beard was as white as snow, � � All flaxen was his poll: � He is gone, he is gone, � � And we cast away moan: � � God ha' mercy on his soul! � � And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' you. � � Exit � LAERTES� Do you see this, O God? KING CLAUDIUS� Laertes, I must commune with your grief, �180 � Or you deny me right. Go but apart, � � Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will. � � And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: � � If by direct or by collateral hand � They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, � � Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours, � � To you in satisfaction; but if not, � � Be you content to lend your patience to us, � � And we shall jointly labour with your soul � To give it due content. � LAERTES� Let this be so; �190 � His means of death, his obscure funeral–– � � No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, � � No noble rite nor formal ostentation–– � Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, � � That I must call't in question. � KING CLAUDIUS� So you shall; � � And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. � � I pray you, go with me. � Exeunt

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ACT IV SCENE VI� Setting: Another room in the castle.

Enter HORATIO and a Servant.�

HORATIO� What are they that would speak with me? � Servant� Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you. � HORATIO� Let them come in. � � Exit Servant. � � I do not know from what part of the world � I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet. � � Enter Sailors. � First Sailor� God bless you, sir. � HORATIO� Let him bless thee too. � First Sailor� He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for � � you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was � bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am � � let to know it is. � 10 HORATIO� Reads � � Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, � give these fellows some means to the king: � � they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old � � at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us � chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on � � a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded � � them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so � � I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with � � me like thieves of mercy, but they knew what they � 19 � did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king � � have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me � � with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I � � have words to speak in thine ear will make thee � � dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of � the matter. These good fellows will bring thee � � where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their � � course for England: of them I have much to tell � � thee. Farewell. � � He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet.' � Come, I will make you way for these your letters; � 28 � And do't the speedier, that you may direct me � � To him from whom you brought them. � � Exeunt