Imatges de pÓgina

Among a mineral ⚫ of metals base,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
King. O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him bence; and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,
Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guilden-

Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Friends both, go join you with some further


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 Ros. and GUIL.
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, slan-

Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank, +
Transports his poison'd shot,-may miss our
And hit the woundless air.-O come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.


SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. Enter HAMLET.

Ham.-Safely stowed,-[Ros. &c. within. Hamlet! lord Hamlet!] But soft!-what noise? who calls on Hamlet? Oh! here they come.

Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the
dead body?
Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis

But never the offence. To bear all smooth and


Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel.

Ham. Do not believe it.
Ros. Believe what?

Ham. 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?

Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. 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.

• Mine.

This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause: Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,

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Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.

Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thingGuil. A thing, my lord?

Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. ‡ [Exeunt. SCENE III-Another Room in the same. Enter KING, attended.

King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.

King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius ?
Ham. At supper.

King. At supper? Where?

Ham. 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 em peror 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.

How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose?
Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
And where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is

King. Alas, alas!

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

King. What dost thou mean by this?

Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King. Where is Polonius ?

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see if your messenger find him not there, seek him i'the other place yourself. Bat, indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. King. Go seek him there.

[To some Attendants. Ham. He will stay till you come. [Exeunt Attendants. King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done,-must send thee hence [self; With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyThe bark is ready, and the wind at help, ' The associates tend, and every thing is bent For England.

Ham. For England? King. Ay, Hamlet. Ham. Good.

Ham. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them. But, come; for England !-Farewell, dear mother. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England. [Evil. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;

Delay it not, I have him hence to-night:
Away; for every thing is seal'd and done

That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make
baste, [Exeunt Ros. and GUIL.
And, England, if my love thou hold'st at auglit,
(As my great power thereof may give

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And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er ny haps, my joys will ne'er begin.

SCENE IV-A Plain in Denmark.
Enter FORTINERAS, and Forces, marching.
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish

Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march
Over his kingdom. You know the rendez-


If that his majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye. t
And let him know so.

Cap. I will do't, my lord.

For. Go softly on.

[Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces.

Ham. Good Sir, whose powers are these?
Cap. They are of Norway, Sir,

Ham. How purpos'd, Sir,

I pray you?

Cap. Against some part of Poland.

Ham. Wuo

When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Exit.Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
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 ?-Oh! from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!


SCENE V.-Elsinore.-A Room in the

Commands them, Sir?

Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, Sir,
Or for some frontier ?


Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in
That carry but half sense: her speech is no
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim
And botch the words up fit to their own

at it,

Cap. Truly to speak, Sir, and with no addi-

Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
yield them,

We go to gain a little patch of ground,

Indeed would make one think, there might be

That hath in it no profit but the name.

To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;

Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,

Thongh nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Queen. Twere good, she were spoken with;
for she may strew

A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

fend it.

Let her come in.

Ham. Why, then the Polack 5 never will de- Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds:
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.

Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou-
sand ducats,

Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthune of much wealth and


That inward breaks, and shows no cause with


Why the man dies.-I humbly thank you, Sir.
Cap. God be wi' you, Sir. [Exit CAPTAIN.
Ros. Will't please you go, my lord?
Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little
before. [Exeunt Ros. and GUIL.
How all occasions do inform against me,
And spar 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.
Sare he that made us with such large dis-

course, ¶

Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason

To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven ++ scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part

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


To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me :
this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and teuder prince;
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd,
Makes mouths at the invisible event';
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,

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King. How do yon, pretty lady?

Oph. Well, God'ield 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. Conceit upon her father.

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King. Pretty Ophelia !

Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an Give me my father.

end on't:

Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed:
[He answers.]

So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not come to my bed. King. How long hath she been thus ? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We ust 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. Follow her close: give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit HORATIO. Oh! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death: And now behold, O Gertrude, Gertrude,

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions! First, her father slain;
Next, your son gone; and the most violent au-


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


Last, and as much containing as all these,
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. Alack! what noise is this?


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Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!

Oh! this is counter, you false Danish dogs. King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Enter LAERTES, armed; DANES following. Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all without.

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Dan. No, let's come in.

Laer. I pray you, give me leave. Dan. We will, we will.

[They retire without the door. Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-O thou vile king,

Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.

Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims me bastard;

Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother.

King. 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 incens'd;-Let him go, GerSpeak, man. [trude ;

Laer. Where is my father? King. Dead.

Queen. But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill.

Laer. How canie he dead? I'll not be juggled with:

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace to the profoundest pit I
I dare damnation: To this point I stand,-
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
Most thoroughly for my father.

King. Who shall stay you?

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King. Why, now you speak

Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment 'pear, §
As day does to your eye.

Danes. [Within.] Let her come in.
Laer. How now! what noise is that?

Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with Straws and Flowers.

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 with weight,

Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May 1
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !
O heavens is't possible, a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

Nature is fine in love: and, where 'tis fine,

• Scent.

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1 Sail. God bless you, Sir.
Hor. Let him bless thee too.

1 Sail. 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.

Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere bewe 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 did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king Oph. There's fennel for you, and colum- have the letters I have sent; and repair thou bines-there's rue for you; and here's some to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly for me:-we may call it, herb of grace o'Sun- death. I have words to speak in thine ear, days-you may wear your rue with a differ-will make thee dumb; yet are they much too ence. There's a daisy-I would give you light for the bore of the matter. These good some violets; but they withered all, when my fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosenfather died:-They say, he made a good crantz and Guildenstern hold their course for end,England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,

It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier :
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny :
And in his grave rain'd many a tear;
Fare you well, my dove!

Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade

It could not move thus.

Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you
call him, a-down-a. Oh! how the wheel
comes it! It is the false steward, that stole his
master's daughter.

Laer. This nothing's more than matter.
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remem-
brance; pray you, love, remember: and there is
pansies, that's for thoughts.

Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and
remembrance fitted.

[Sings. Laer. Thought and affliction, passsion, hell itself,

She turns to favour, and to prettiness.

Oph. And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,

Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.


His heard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:

He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan,
God 'a mercy on his soul!

And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God
be wi' you!
Laer. Do you see this, O God!
King. Laertes, I must commune with your

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
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom

Our crown, our life, and all that we call 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.


No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,

Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.

King. So you shall;

And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.
SCENE VI.-Another Room in the same.

Hor. What are they, that would speak with


Serv. Sailors, Sir;

They say, they have letters for you.
Hor. Let them come in. [Erit SERVANT.
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.

• The burden.

herb of grace;" mine is merely rue, ie, sorrow.
+1. e. By its Sunday name,
* Melancholy.

He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Come, I will give you way for these your letters;

Lives almost by his looks; and, for myself,
(My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,)
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her. The other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,

Laer. Let this be so;

His means of death, bis obscure funeral,

No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his Is, the great love the general gender ↑ bear him:

Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Work like the spring that turneth wood to
Converts his gyves to graces; so that my
Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
And not where I had aim'd them.

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost;
A sister driven into desperate terms;
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age

her perfections :-But my revenge will

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.

[Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same. Enter KING and LAERtes.

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,

And you must put me in your heart for friend;
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
Pursu'd my life.
That he, which hath your noble father slain,

Laer. It well appears :-But tell me,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
Why you proceeded not against these feats,

As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things

You mainly were stirr'd up.

King. Oh! for two special reasons; Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, t

But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother,


King. Break not your sleeps for that: you
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,
must not think,
That we can let our beard be shook with danger,

• Since.

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Of him that brought them.

King. Laertes, you shall hear them :Leave us. [Exit MESSENGER.Now, [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes; when I shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden and more Hamlet. strange return. What should this mean! Are all the rest come back?

Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

Laer. Know you the hand?

King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,And in a postscript here, he says, alone: Can you advise me?

But that I know, love is begun by time;
And that I see, in passages of proof, §
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,

Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him Dies in his own too-much: That we would do,

We should do when we would; for this would changes,


It warms the very sickness in my heart,
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
Thus diddest thou.

King. If it be so, Laertes,

As how should it be so? how otherwise?

King. The very same.

Laer. I know him well, he is the brooch, * indeed,

And gem of all the nation.

King. He made confession of you:
And gave you such a masterly report,
For art and exercise in your defence, t
And for your rapier most especial,
That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
If one could match you: the scrimers of their›

He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you oppos'd them.-Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
That he could nothing do, but wish and beg,
Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you.
out of this,

Later. What out of this, my lord?

King. Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow
A face without a heart?

Will you be rul'd by me?

Laer. Ay, my lord;

So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
King. To thine own peace. If he be now

Laer. Why ask you this?

King. Not that I think, you did not love your


King. It falls right.

You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum
Did not together pluck such envy from him,
As did that one; and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege. †

Laer. A Norman, was't?
King. A Norman.
Laer. Upon my life, Lamord.

• Objecting to.

Laer. To cut his throat i'the church.

As checking at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it,-I will work him
To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

King. No place, indeed, should murder sanc-

Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall

Revenge should have no bounds. But, good
Will you do this, keep close within your cham-


But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are coine And call it, accident.

Laer. My lord, I will be rul'd;

The rather, if you could devise it so.

That I might be the organ.

+ Place.

And bath abatements and delays as many,
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh,
That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the

Hamlet comes back; What would you under-

To show yourself in deed your father's son
More than in words?


We'll put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the faine

The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine,



And wager o'er your heads: he, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice,
Requite him for your father.

Laer. I will do't:

Laer. What part is that, my lord?

King. A very ribband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.-Two months

Here was a gentlemen of Normandy ;-
I have seen myself, and serv'd against the French,
And they can well on horseback: but this gal-It may be death.


Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd
With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my
That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
Come short of what he did.

And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank,
So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death,
That is but scratch'd withal: Pil tonch my
With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly,

King. Let's further think of this;
Weigh what convenience, both of time and


May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
And that our drift look through our bad per-

'Twere better not assay'd; therefore this project

Should have a back, or second, that might bold,

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