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The King rises and advances.
Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain
In noise so rude against me?
Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose SCENE IV. Another Room in the same. From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there ; makes marriage vows Enter Queen and Poloxius.
As false as dicers' oaths : 0, such a deed Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home As from the body of contraction plucks to him :
The very soul ; and sweet religion makes Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear A rhapsody of words : Heaven's face doth glow; with;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
Ah me, what act, Queen.
I'll warrant you;
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? 8 Fear me not:- - withdraw, I hear him coming. Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; [Polonius hides himself. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow :
Hyperion's 9 curls; the front of Jove himself;
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. A combination, and a form, indeed, Queen. Coine, come, you answer with an idle Where every god did seem to set his seal, tongue.
To give the world assurance of a man : Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. This was your husband. - Look you now, what Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?
What's the matter now? Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Queen. Have you forgot me ?
Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? Ham.
No, by the rood ó, not so: Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes ? And, would it were not so !-you are my mother. You cannot call it, love : for, at your age, Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, speak,
And waits upon the judgment; And what judgment Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall Would step from this to this? Senses, sure, you have, not budge;
Else, could you not have motion : But, sure, that You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Is apoplex'd : for madness would not err; Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder Nor sense to ecstasy" was ne'er so thrall’d,
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice, Help, help, ho!
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help !
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ? 5 Ham.
How now! a rat? | Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
[Draws. Ears without hands or eyes, sinelling sans 6 all Dead, for a ducat, dead.
Or but a sickly part of one true sense (Hamlet makes a pass through the Arras. Could not so mope.? Pol. [Behind.) 0, I am slain.
O shame! where is thy blush ? (Falls, and dies. Queen.
O Hamlet, speak no more: Queen. O me, what hast thou done ?
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; Ham.
Nay, I know not: And there I see such black and grained spots, Is it the king ?
As will not leave their tinct. 8 (Lifts up the Arras, and draws forth POLONIUS. Ham.
Nay, but to live Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! In an incestuous bed, Ham. A bloody deed ; – almost as bad, good Queen.
O, speak to me no more ; mother,
These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears : As kill a king, and marry to his brother.
No more, sweet Hamlet. Queen. As kill a king!
A murderer, and a villain : Ham. .
Ay, lady, 'twas my word. - A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell !
Of your precedent lord: - a vice 9 of kings:
[To Polonius. | A cutpurse of the empire and the rule ;
No more. And let me wring your heart : for so I shall,
6 Marriage contract.
1 Sorrowful. If it be made of penetrable stuff;
8 Index of contents prefixed to a book.
1 The act of standing. Jf horrid custom have not braz'd it so,
* Frenzy That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
7 Be so stupicha > Cross.
2 Grow fat
5 Blindman's buff.
3 Sensation, 6 Without
Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, Ham.
A king And live the purer with the other half. Of shreds and patches:
Good night : but go not to my uncle's bed; Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, Assume a virtue, if you have it not. You heavenly guards ! - What would your gracious That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat figure?
Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;
That to the use of actions fair and good
To the next abstinence : the next more easy : Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation
For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
And either curb the devil, or throw him out But, look! amazement on thy mother sits : With wondrous potency. Once more good night! O step between her and her fighting soul :
And when you are desirous to be bless'd, Conceit' in weakest bodies strongest works; I'll blessing beg of you. — For this same lord, Speak to her Hamlet.
[Pointing to PolositS. Ham.
How is it with you, lady? I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,Queen. Alas, how is't with you ?
To punish me with this, and this with me, That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I must be cruel, only to be kind :
But one word more, good lady.
What shall I do? Ham. On him! on him!-- Look you, how pale Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: he glares !
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know : My stern effects 3 : then what I have to do For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Would from a paddock 7, from a bat, a gibs, Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? Ham.
Do you see nothing there? No, in despite of sense, and secrecy, Queen. Nothing at all ; yet all, that is, I see. Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?
Let the birds fly: and, like the famous ape, Qucen.
No nothing, but ourselves. To try conclusions 9, in the basket creep, Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals And break your own neck down.
Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
breath, Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
(Erit Ghost. What thou hast said to me. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : Hom. I must to England ; you know that ? This bodiless creation ecstasy +
Alack, Is very cunning in.
I had forgot ; 'tis so concluded on. Ham. Ecstacy!
Ham. There's letters seal'd : and my two schoolMy pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
fellows, And makes as healthful musick : It is not madness, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd!, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
That not your trespass but my madness speaks : But I will delve one yard below their mines,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you:
[Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging is twain.
POLONIUS. 1 Imagination. 3 Intelligent. 3 Actions.
9 Experiments • Frenzy. 5 Manure.
| Having their teeth. 2 Blown up with his own bomb.
SCENE I. - A Room in the Castle.
Enter RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Enter King, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, and Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the GUILDENSTERN.
dead body? King. There's matter in these sighs ; these pro
Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. found heaves;
Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take it You must translate : 'tis fit we understand them :
thence, Where is your son ?
And bear it to the chapel. Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. • Ham. Do not believe it. [To ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN,
Ros. Believe what ? who go out.
Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet ? what replication should be made by the son of a Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both king ? contend
Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? Which is the mightier : In his lawless fit,
Ham. Ay, sir ; that soaks up the king's counteBehind the arras hearing something stir,
nance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat ! a rat ! do the king best service in the end : He keeps them, And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
like an ape, in the corner of his jaw ; first mouthed, The unseen good old man.
to be last swallowed: When he needs what you King . O heavy deed!
have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, It had been so with us, had we been there :
you shall be dry again. His liberty is full of threats to all ;
Ros. I understand you not, my lord. To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Ham. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps
in a foolish ear. Alas ! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? It will be laid to us, whose providence
Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of is, and go with us to the king. haunts,
Ham. The body is with the king, but the king This mad young man: but, so much was our love, is not with the body. The king is a thing We would not understand what was most fit;
Guil. A thing, my lord ? But, like the owner of a foul disease,
Ham. Of nothing : bring me to him. Hide fox, To keep it from divulging, let it feed
and all after.6
[Exeunt. Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone ?
Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd; SCENE III. – Another Room in the same. O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,
Enter King, attended. Among a mineral 4 of metals base, Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the King. O, Gertrude, come away!
body. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose ? But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed Yet must not we put the strong law on him ; We must, with all our majesty and skill,
He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Both countenance and excuse. --Ho! Guildenstern! Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.
And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and Friends both, go join you with some further aid :
even, Hamlet in inadness hath Polonius slain,
This sudden sending him away must seem And from his mother's closet hath he dragged him :
Deliberate pause : Diseases, desperate grown, Go seek him out : speak fair, and bring the body
By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this. (Ereunt Ros. and Guil.
Enter ROSENCRANTZ. Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends :
Or not at all. - How now? what hath befallen ? And let them know both what we mean to do,
Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, And what's untimely done : so, haply, slander, –
We cannot get from him. Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
But where is he? As level as the cannon to his blank),
Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your Transports his poison'd shot, — may miss our name,
pleasure. And hit the woundless air. - O come away! My svul is full of discord, and dismay. (Exeunt.
King. Bring him before us.
Ros. Ho, Guildenstern? bring in my lord.
Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN.
Ham. At supper.
King. At supper? Where? 3 Company
6 A sport among children.
Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : Cap.
I will do't, my lord. a certain convocation of politick worms are e'en at For. Go softly on. him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet :
[Exeunt FOBTINBRAS and Forces. we fat all creatures else, to fat us: and we fat ourselves for maggots : Your fat king, and your lean Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERS, 8C beggar, is bul variable service; two dishes, but to one table ; that's the end.
Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these? king. Alas, alas!
Cap. They are of Norway, sir. Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath
How purpos'd, sit, eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of I pray you? that worm.
Сар. . Against some part of Poland. King. What dost thou mean by this?
Ham. Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king Commands them, sir? may go a progress through the body of a beggar. Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. King. Where is Polonius?
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Ham. In heaven; send thither to see : if your
Or for some frontier ? messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not We go to gain a little patch of ground, within this month, you shall nose him as you go up That hath in it no profit but the name, the stairs into the lobby.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; King. Go seek him there. [To some Altendants. Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, Ham. He will stay till you come.
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
[Ereunt Attendants. Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it King. Hamlet, this deed, forthine especial safety,
Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand For that which thou hast done, - must send thee
Will not debate the question of this straw: With fiery quickness : Therefore, prepare thyself ;
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace; The bark is ready, and the wind at help.
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without The associates tend, and every thing is bent
Why the man dies. - I humbly thank you, sir. For England.
Cap. God be wi' you, sir.
(Erit Captain Ham. For England ?
Will't please you go, my lord? king.
Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a lule Ham. .
[Ereunt Ros. and Guil King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
How all occasions do inform against me, Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, come, for England ! - Farewell, dear mother. If his chief good, and market of his time, King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Be but to sleep, and feed ? a beast, no more. Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse, wife ; man and wife is one flesh ; and so, my mother. Looking before, and after, gave us not Come, for England!
[E.rit. That capability and godlike reason King. Follow him at foot: tempt him with speed To fusti in us unus'd. Now, whether it be aboard ;
Bestial oblivion, or some craven ? scruple Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: Of thinking too precisely on the event, Away; for every thing is seal'd and done
A thought, which quarter'd, hath but one part That else leans on the affair : Pray you make haste.
wisdom, [Exeunt Ros. and Guil. And, ever, three parts coward, - I do not know And, England, if my love thou hold’st at aught, Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; (As my great power thereof may give thee sense; Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and meals, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Pays homage to us,) thou may'st not coldly set 7 Led by a delicate and tender prince: Our sovereign process; which imports at full, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, By letters conjuring to that effect,
Makes mouths at the invisible event; The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure, For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great, Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Erit. Is not to stir without great argument;
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake.
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
and For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
The imminent death of twenty thousand men, Craves the conveyance of a promised march
That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot If that his majesty would aught with us,
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, We shall express our duty in his eyes,
Which is not tomb enough, and continent And let him know so.
How stand I then,
9 Power of comprehension.
I Grow mouldy. 7 Value, estimate.
To hide the slain? - 0, from this time forth
Good morrow, 'lis Saint Valentine's day, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth !
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
King. How long hath she been thus?
Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be Queen. - I will not speak with her.
patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, Hor. She is importunate ; indeed, distract; they should lay him i' the cold ground : My brother Her mood will needs be pitied.
shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good Queen.
What would she have ? counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies ; Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she good night, sweet ladies: good night, good night. hears,
[Erit. There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her King. Follow her close ; give her good watch, heart;
O Gertrude, Gertrude, The hearers to collection : they aim at it,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; But in battalions! First, her father slain; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield Next, your son gone; and he most violent author them,
Of his own just remove: The people muddied, Indeed would make one think, there might be Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and thought,
whispers, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. For good Polonius' death ; and we have done but Queen. 'Twere good she were spoken with; for
greenly, she may strew
In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; Let her come in.
[Erit Horatio. Without the which we are pictures, or mere beast3. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
Last, and as much containing as all these, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : Her brother is in secret come from France : So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd, Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den- Will nothing stick our person to arraign mark?
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, Queen. How now, Ophelia ?
Like to a murdering piece, in many places Oph. How should I your true love know
Gives me superfluous death! (A Noise within. From another one ?
Alack! what news is this?
Enter a Gentleman.
What is the matter?
Save yourself, my lord ;
The ocean, overpeering of his list 5,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him lord ; 0, ho!
And, as the world were now but to begin, Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
Pray you, mark. The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king!
Caps, bands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds, Enter King
Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!
Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail 6 they
O, this is counter 7 you false Danish dogs.
K’ing. The doors are broke. [Noise within.
Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following. King. How do you, pretty lady?
Laer. Where is this king ? - Sirs, stand you all Oph. Well! they say the owl was a baker's
without. daughter. We know what we are, but know not
Dan. No, let's come in. what we may be.
Laer. King. Conceit upon her father.
I pray you give me leave.
Dan. We will, we will. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when
[They retire without the door. they ask you, what it means, say you this :
6 Scent. 4 Shoes.
7 Hounds run counter when they trace the scent backwards.