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him. Anon comes in a fellow, lakes of his crown, P. King. I do believe, you think what now you kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and

speak; erit. The Queen returns; finds the king dead, But, what we do determine, oft we break. and makes passionate action. The poisoner, with | Purpose is but the slave to memory : some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming Of violent birth, but poor validity : lo lament with her. The dead body is carried away. Which now like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree: The poisoner woves the Queen with gifts ; she seems But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. loath and unwilling awhile, but, in the end, accepts Most necessary 'tis, that we forget his love.

(Exeunt. To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:

What to ourselves in passion we propose,
Oph. What means this, my lord ?
Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho ?; it The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

The violence of either grief or joy means mischief. Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of Their own enactures 8 with themselves destroy : the play.

Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;

Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
Enter Prologue.

This world is not for aye ; nor 'tis not strange, Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players That even our loves should with our fortunes change; cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.

For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant ?

Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. Ham. Ay.

The great man down, you mark, his favourite flies; Oph. I'll mark the play.

The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies.

And hitherto doth love on fortune tend : Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,

For who not needs, shall never lack a friend;
Here stooping to your clemency,

And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
We beg your hearing patiently.

Directly seasons him his enemy.
Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? But, orderly to end where I begun, —
Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.

Our wills, and fates, do so contráry run,
Ham. As woman's love.

That our devices still are overthrown;

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own : Enter a King and a Queen.

So think thou wilt no second husband wed; P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' cart But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead.

P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, nor heaven Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus's orbed ground;

light! And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen 4, Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! About the world have times twelve thirties been;

To desperation turn my trust and hope ! Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands,

An anchor's 9 cheer in prison be my scope ! Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and Meet what I would have well, and it destroy !

Both here, and hence, pursue me, lasting strife, Make us again count o'er, ere love be done ! If, once a widow, ever I be wife! But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,

Ham. If she should break it now, So far from cheer, and from your former state,

[To OPHELL. That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must :

here a while ; For women fear too much, even as they love ; My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile And women's fear and love hold quantity;

The tedious day with sleep.

(Sleeps In neither aught, or in extremity.

P. Queen.

Sleep rock thy brain; Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; And never come mischance between us twain ! And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;

Ham. Madam, how like you this play? Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and Ham. O, but she'll keep her word. shortly too;

King. Have you heard the argument ? Is there My operant 6 powers their functions leave to do : no offence in't? And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,

Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; Honour'd, belov'd; and, haply one as kind no offence i' the world. For husband shalt thou

King. What do you call the play? P. Queen.

0, confound the rest!

Ham. The mouse-trap. Marry, how ? TropiSuch love must needs be treason in my breast :

cally. This play is the image of a murder done in In second husband let me be accurst!

Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. Baptista : you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece Ham. That's wormwood.

of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we P. Queen. The instances ?, that second marriage that have free souls, it touches us not : Let the move,

galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Are base respects of thrift, but none of love; A second time I kill my husband dead,

Enter LUCIANUS. When second husband wins me to his bed.

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. 2 Secret wickedness. 3 The earth. 4 Shining, lustre.

Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. • In proportion to the extent of my love. 6 Active. 7 Motives.

& Determinations.

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Ham. Begin, murderer ; – leave thy horrible Ham. You are welcome. ces, and begin. Come;

Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of The croaking raven

the right breed. If it shall please you to make me oth bellow for revenge.

a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's comLuc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and mandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, time agreeing;

shall be the end of my business. onfederate season, else no creature seeing;

Ham. Sir, I cannot. hou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, Guil. What, my lord ? Tith Hecat's ban 1 thrice blasted, thrice infected, Ham. Make you a wholesome answer ; my wit's hy natural magick and dire property,

diseased : But, sir, such answer as I can make, you n wholesome life usurp immediately.

shall command: or, rather, as you say, my mother: (Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. therefore no more, but to the matter : My mother, Ham. He poisons him i’ the garden for his estate. you say, is name 's Gonzago : the story is extant, and writ- Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath n in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, how struck her into amazement and admiration. e murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a Oph. The king rises.

mother !- But is there no sequel at the heels of Ham. What! frighted with false fire !

this mother's admiration ? impart. Queen. How fares my lord ?

Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, Pol. Give o'er the play.

ere you go to bed. King. Give me some light :- away!

Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our Pol. Lights, lights, lights!

mother. Have you any further trade with us? [Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO. Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,

Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. The hart ungalled play:

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of disFor some must watch, while some must sleep ; temper? you do, surely, but bar the door upoii Thus runs the world away.

your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your Vould not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the friend. est of my fortunes turn Turk with me,) with two Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. "rovencial roses on my razed 2 shoes, get me a fel- Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice wship in a cry 3 of players, sir?

of the king himself for your succession in Denmark ? Hor. Half a share.

Ham. Ay, sir, but While the grass grows, — the Ham. A whole one, I.

proverb is something musty. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was

Enter the Players, with Recorders. Of Jove himself; and now reigns here O, the recorders : — let me see one. — To withdraw A very, very - peacock.

with you :- Why do you go about to recover the Hor. You might have rhymed.

wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil ? Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word

Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my or a thousand pound. Didst perceive?

love is too unmannerly. Hor. Very well, my lord.

Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,

play upon this pipe? Hor. I did very well note him.

Guil. My lord, I cannot. Ham. Ah, ah! - Come, some musick; come, Ham. I pray you. he recorders. 4

Guil. Believe me, I cannot. For if the king like not the comedy,

Ham. I do beseech you. Why then, belike, — he likes it not, perdy,5

Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Enter RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ven

tages 6 with your fingers and thumb, give it breath Come, some musick.

with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with musick. Look you, these are the stops. you.

Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterHam. Sir, a whole history.

ance of harmony; I have not the skill. Guil. The king, sir,

Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing Ham. Ay, sir, what of him ?

you make of me? You would play upon me; you Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- I would seem to know my stops; you would pluck pered.

out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me Ham. With drink, sir?

from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

there is much musick, excellent voice, in this little Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more

organ; yet cannot you make it speak. Do you richer, to signify this to the doctor ; for, for me to think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge Call me what instrument you will, though you can him into more choler.

fret me, you cannot play upon me. Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair.

Enter POLONIUS. Ham. I am tame, sir : - pronounce.

Bless you, sir ! Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great

Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

and presently. I Curse.

3 Pack, company.
5 Par Dieu.

6 Holes.

3 Slashed. 4 A kind of fute.

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Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in | Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear shape of a camel ?

The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege; Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. I'll call upon you ere you go to bed, Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel.

And tell you what I know. Pol. It is backed like a weasel.

King.

Thanks, dear my lord. Ham. Or, like a whale ?

[Exit Polosies Pol. Very like a whale.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, by. — They fool me to the top of my bent.7 — will A brother's murder ! - Pray can I not, come by and by.

Though inclination be as sharp as will ; Pol. I will say so.

[Exit Polonius. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; Ham. By and by is easily said. - Leave me, And, like a man to double business bound,

friends. (Ereunt Ros. Guil. HoR. fic. I stand in pause where I shall first begin, 'Tis now the very witching time of night;

And both neglect. What if this cursed hand When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, blood,

To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy, And do such bitter business as the day

But to confront the visage of offence? Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force, – mother.

To be forestalled, ere we come to fall, 0, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever

Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:

My fault is past. But, 0, what form of prayer Let me be cruel, not unnatural :

Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder! -I will speak daggers to her, but use none; That cannot be; since I am still possess'd My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites :

Of those effects for which I did the murder, How in my words soever she be shent,

My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. To give them seals 9 never, my soul, consent! (Exit. May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence?

In the corrupted currents of this world,
SCENE III. - A Room in the same.

Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;

And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself Enter KING, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN.

Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above:

There is no shuffling, there the action lies King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd, To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, I your commission will forthwith despatch,

To give in evidence. What then? what rests ? And he to England shall along with you :

Try what repentance can : What can it not? The terms of our estate may not endure

Yet what can it, when one cannot repent ? Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow

O wretched state! O bosom, black as death! Out of his lunes.'

O limed 2 soul ; that struggling to be free, Guil.

We will ourselves provide : Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay ? Most holy and religious fear it is,

Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of To keep those many many bodies safe,

steel; That live, and feed, upon your majesty.

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;
Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, All may be well!
With all the strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more

Enter HAMLET.
That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty

Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying ;
Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw And now I'll do't ; — and so he goes to heaven:
What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel, And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd":
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount. A villain kills my father; and, for that,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things I, his sole son, do this same villain send
Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, To heaven.
Each small annexment, petty consequence,

Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone

He took my father grossly, full of bread; Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;

King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; And, how his audit stands, who knows, save Heaven? For we will fetters put upon this fear,

But in our circumstance and course of thought, Which now goes too free-footed.

'Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd, Ros. Guil.

We will haste us. To take him in the purging of his soul,
[Exeunt Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. When he is fit and season'd for his passage ?

No.
Enter POLONIUS.

Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent *: Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet : When he is drunk, asleep; or in his rage; Behind the arras I'll convey myself,

At gaming, swearing; - or about some act
To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home: That has no relish of salvation in't.
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

My mother stays : "Tis meet that some more audience, than a mother, This

physick but prolongs thy sickly days. (Erit. 7 Utmost stretch.

(Retires and knee's

Reproved. 2 Caught as with bird-lime. 9 Authority to put them in execution. I Lunacies. * Hold, i, e. purpose.

3 Should be considered

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