Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, Unto the rigor of severest law.
Prince. We still have known thee for a holy
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master pews of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father; And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there.
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.Where is the county's page that rais'd the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; And, by and by, my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes--that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.- Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with lovel And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen:-All are punish'd Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy hand: This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand.
But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That, while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set, As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings:
The sun for sorrow will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. •Mercutio and Jaris.
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us Therefore I have entreated him, along
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold With us to watch the minutes of this night; Yourself.
That, if again this apparition come. He may approve' our eyes, and speak to it. Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. Ber. And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen.
Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one,—
Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Ho. ratio.
Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, and wonder.
Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar.
Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee speak. Mar. It is offended.
Hor. Stay, speak: speak I charge thee, speak. [Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch
Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armor he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated; So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,' He smote the sledded Polack' on the ice. 'Tis strange.
Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not;
But in the gross and scope of mine opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land; And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war: Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week: What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day; Who is't, that can inform me?
Hor. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, Which he stood seis'd of, to the conqueror. Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was, and is the question of these wars.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy' state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star" Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events,~ As harbingers preceding still the fates, And prologues to the omen' coming on,— Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climatures and countrymen.—
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me;
If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Speak to me:
If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which, happily, foreknowing, may avoid, O speak!
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, [Cock crows. Speak of it-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?" For Do, if it will not stand.
We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same comart," Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
And carriage of the article design'd,"
His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full," Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd' up a list of landless resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprize That hath a stomach' in't; which is no other, (As it doth well appear unto our state,) But to recover of us, by strong hand, And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands So by his father lost: And this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations; The source of this our watch; and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage' in the land.
Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so: Well may it sort,' that this portentous figure. Dispute.
Polander, an inhabitant of Poland. Joint bargain. The covenant to confirm that bargain. Full of spirit without experience. 1 Pick'd. Resolution. • Suit.
The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation.'
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated: This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
SCENE II.—A Room of State in the same. Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants.
Ktng. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe;
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,— With one auspicious, and one drooping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole,?— Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along:-For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth; Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bands of law, To our most valiant brother.-So much for him. Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: We have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,— Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose.-to suppress His further gait herein; in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions, are all made Out of his subject:-and we here despatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Giving to you no further personal power To business with the king, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our duty.
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit: What is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice: What wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardor. King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave, By laborsome petition; and, at last, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy best graces: spend it at thy will.But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind.
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun. Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids' Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st 'tis common; all, that live, must die Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen.
Why seems it so particular with thee?
Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grier, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
King. "Tis sweet and commendable in your na
To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost his; and the survivor bound In filial obligation, for some term To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief. It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; An understanding simple and unschool'd: For what, we know, must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd; whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse, till he that died to-day, This must be so. We pray you, throw to eart!. This unprevailing woe; and think of us As of a father: for let the world take note, You are the most immediate to our thr ne; And, with no less nobility of love, Than that which dearest father bears his son. Do I impart toward you. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire: And, we beseech you, bend you to remain Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. •Contrary
Queen Let not thy mother lose her prayers, | But what is your affair in Elsinore1
I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come; This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet Bits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit' again, Ke-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, Lords, &e POLONIUS, and LAERTES.
Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead!-nay, not so much, not
So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,- Let me not think on't;-Frailty, thy name is
A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,— O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my uncle,
My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married:-O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship! Ham. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for ali in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham. Saw! who?
Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham.
The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent' ear; till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.
Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waist and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Armed at point, exactly cap-à-pé,
Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd. By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And I with them, the third night kept the watch: Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes: I knew your father: These hands are not more like.
Ham. But where was this? Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor.
My lord, I did But answer made it none: yet once, methought, It lifted up its head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.
"Tis very strange. Hor. As I do live, my honor'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty, To let you know of it.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? All. Ham. Arm'd, say you? All.
Arm❜d, my lord. From top to toe'
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