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Mar. And liegemen to the Dane. Fran. Give you good night. Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier: Who hath reliev'd you?
Fran. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.
Mar. Holla! Bernardo!
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
What, is Horatio there?
Hor. A piece of him.
Bcr. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good cellus.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
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
With us to watch the minutes of this night,
That, if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Ber. Sit down awhile;
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,
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
Mar-Who is't, that can inform me?
Hor. That can I;
Does not divide the Sunday from the week: What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with day;
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,
When you same star, that's westward from the
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
The bell then beating one,-
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,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant
Ber. In the same figure like the king that's
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio.
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it,
Mar. Peace, break thee off-look, where it (As it doth well appear unto our state,)
Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, and wouder.
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd com[pact, Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conquerer :
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Speak to it, Horatio.
Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,
Mar. Is it not like the king?
Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on.
When he the ambitious Norway combated:
So frown'd he once, when, in angry parle, t
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
Make good or establish. 1 Sledge.
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march ?-By heaven I charge
Mar. It is offended.
Ber. See! it stalks away.
Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, speak.
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and
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
Of mine own eyes.
And carriage of the article design'd, t
His fell to Hamlet: Now, Sir, young Fortin-
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd ý up a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach | in't: which is no other
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, know not;
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid tands
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
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,"
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Mar, Good now, sit dowu, and tell me, he
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
Comes armed through our watch; so like the
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
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, I
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 prologue to the omien 5 coming on,
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.-]
Speak of it stay, and speak.-Stop it, Mare
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
Ber. 'Tis here!
Hor. 'Tis here! ·
Mar. 'Tis gone!
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence
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 bears
Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
His further gait herein; in that the levies,
[Exit GHOST. The lists, and full proportious, are all made
Out of his subject -aud 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
Cor. Vol In that and all things will we show
... our duty. Yam
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock
il crew: t I w Shull'
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,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine; and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.+
Mer. 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
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hor. So I have heard, and do in part believe
But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon bigh eastern hill:
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night-
Uuto young Hamlet: for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ?
Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning
Where we shall find him most convenient.
SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the same.
Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, LORDS, and Attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear bro
The memory be green; and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole king-
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 dropping eye;
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in mar-
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 Fortin-
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 our surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
To our most valiant brother.-So much for
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily fare. well.
[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS.
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you 1,
You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes ?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg,
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 ?
Laer. My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence, though willingly, I came to Den-
To show my duty in your coronation;
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
King. Have you your father's leave? What
Pol. He bath, my lord, [wrung from me my slow leave,
By laboursome petition; and, at last,
Upon bis will I seal'd my hard consent:]
I do beseech you, give him leave to go..
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be
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
King. How is it, that the clouds still haug on
Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much 'the
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not, for ever, with thy veiled lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must
Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?"
Ham. Seems, madamn! nay, it is I know not
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of fore'd breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly: These, indeed,
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
To give these mourning duties to your father:
Kim is the Teutonick word for 1 Dejected eyes.
But, you must know, your father lost a father ;
That father lost his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation, for some term
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
To do obsequious sorrow: But to persever
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Of impions 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 com-
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Take it to heart? Fie! '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 earth
This unprevailing woe; and think of us
As of a father: for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne;
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.
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers,
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, ma
It is not, nor it cannot come to, good.-
But break, my heart; for I must hold
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits 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, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
[Exeunt KING, QUEEN, Lords, &c. POLONIUS, and LAERTES.
Ham. Oh! that this too too solid flesh would Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon'gainst self-slaughter!-O God! 0 How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in
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 ser
+ Draught. Law. ft Suffer.
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 hea-
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that
name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Hora-
Mar. My good lord,-
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even,
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so:
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's
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 rea-
Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow
I think, it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd
My father's brother; but no more like my fa-
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!
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio -
My father, Methinks, I see my father.
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 all 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 attentear; 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 gentle
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-a-pé,
Appears before them, and, with solemn march,
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he
By their oppress'd and fear-surprized 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. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And 1 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?
Hor. 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
✰ Report. • It was anciently the custom to give a cold entertain
Entirely.ment at a funeral.
And we did think it writ down in our duty,
To let you know of it.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles
Hold you the watch
All. We do, my lord.
Ham. Arm'd, say you?
All. Arm'd, my lord.
Ham. From top to toe?
All. My lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then saw you not
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A countenance more
If with too credent tear you list his songs;
Hor. O yes, my lord; he wore his beaver Or lose your heart or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;
And keep you in the rear of your affection,
Out of the shot and danger of desire.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :
The canker galls the infants of the spring,
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then: best safety lies in fear;
Very like Stay'd it long?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson
In sorrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red?
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham. I would I had been there.
Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
Ham. Very like,
tell a bundred.
Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw it.
Ham. His beard was grizzl'd? no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.
Ham. I will watch to-night:
Perchance, 'twill walk again.
Hor. I warrant it will.
Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue :
I will requite your loves: So, fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
r'il visit you.
My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were
Till then, sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise
(Though all the earth o'erwhelm them) to men's
SCENE III-A Room in POLONIUS' House.
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA.
Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell:
And, sister, as the winds give benefit,
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
But let me hear from you.
Oph. Do you doubt that?
Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch
The virtue of his will: but, you must fear,
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
For he himself is subject to his birth:
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
The safety and the health of the whole state;
And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd
Unto the voice and yielding of that body,
Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he
All. Our duty to your honour.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell.
[Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and 'BER-Look
Oph. No more but so ?
Luer. Think it no more:
For nature, crescent, + does not grow alone
In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now;
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further,
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sus-
That part of the helmet which may be lifted up.
As watchman to my heart: But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilst, like a puff'd and and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And recks not his own read. it
Laer. O fear me not.
I stay too long;-But here my father comes.
A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are staid for: (n) There,-my blessing
[Laying his Hand on LAERTES' Head. And these few precepts in thy memory
thou character. # Give thy thoughts no
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm 5 with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Be-
Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee,
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy
Costly thy babit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France, of the best rank and sta
Are most select and generous, ¶¶ chief in
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. +++
Pol. Marry, well bethought:
'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous,
If it be so, (as so 'tis pit on me,
And that in way of cantion,) I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly,
As it behoves my daughter and your honour :
What is between yon? give me up the truth.
Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many
Of his affection to me.
Pol. Affection? puh! you speak like a green girl,
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should
With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
Giving more light than heat,-extinct in both,
Even in their promise, as it is a making,-
You must not take for fire. From this time,
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet,
Believe so much in him, That he is young;
And with a larger tether ¶ may he walk,
Then may be given you: In few, Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, **
Not of that die which their investments show,
But mere implorators ++ of unholy suits,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile. This is for all,-
I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
Have you so slander any moment's leisure,
As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you; coine your ways.
Oph. I shall obey, my lord.
SCENE IV.-The Platform.
Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS.
Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ‡‡ air.
Ham. What hour now?
Hor. I think it lacks of twelve.
Mar. No, it is struck.
Hor. Indeed? I heard it not; it then draws near the season,
Wherein the spirit held is wont to waik.
• Infix. + Wait. 1 Untempted. Manner. [Company. Longer line, horse fastened by a string to a stake is tethered. Pimps. 11 Sharp.
[A Flourish of Trumpets, and Ordnance shot off, within. What does this mean, my lord? Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse,
and the swaggering upspring
And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.
Hor. Is it a custom?
Ham. Ay, marry, is't:
But to my mind, though I am native here,
And to the manner born,-it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach, than the obser-
This heavy-headed revel, east and west,
Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations : They clepe us, drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition; and, indeed it takes
From our achievements, though perform'd at
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
So, oft it chances in particular men,
That, for some vicious mode of nature in them,
As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty,
Since nature cannot choose his origin,)
By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, I
oft breaking down the pales and forts of rea-
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn❜d, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable ** shape,
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O answer me :
Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,
Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and marbie jaws,
To cast thee up again! What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition, ++
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we