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The tragicall historie of Hamlet Prince of Denmarke by William Shake-speare. As it hath beene diuerse times acted by his Highnesse seruants in the cittie of London: as also in the two vniuersities of Cambridge and Oxford, and else-where; Hamlet
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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.
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Who was in life a foolish prating knaue Exit Hamlet with the dead body Enter the King and Lordes King Now Gertred what sayes our sonne how doe you finde him Queene Alas my lord as raging as the sea Whenas he came I first bespake him faire But then he throwes and tosses me about As one forgetting that I was his mother At last I call'd for help and as I cried Corambis Call'd which Hamlet no sooner heard but whips me Out his rapier and cries a Rat a Rat and in his rage The good olde man he killes King Why this his madnesse will vndoe our state Lordes goe to him inquire the body out Gil. We will my Lord. Exeunt Lordes King Gertred your sonne shall presently to England His shipping is already furnished And we haue sent by Rossencraft and Gilderstone Our letters to our deare brother of England For Hamlets welfare and his happinesse Happly the aire and climate of the Country May please him better than his natiue home See where he comes Enter Hamlet and the Lordes Gil. My lord we can by no meanes Know of him where the body is King Now sonne Hamlet where is this dead body Ham. At supper not where he is eating but Where he is eaten a certaine company of politicke wormes are euen now at him Father your fatre King and your leane Beggar Are but variable seruices two dishes to one messe Looke you a man may fish with that worme That hath eaten of a King And a Beggar eate that fish Which that worme hath caught King What of this Ham. Nothing father but to tell you how a King May go a progresse through the guttes of a Beggar King But sonne Hamlet where is this body Ham. In heau'n if you chance to misse him there Father you had best looke in the other partes below For him and if you cannot finde him there You may chance to nose him as you go vp the lobby King Make haste and finde him out Ham. Nay doe you heare do not make too much haste I 'le warrant you hee 'le stay till you come King Well sonne Hamlet we in care of you but specially in tender preseruation of your health The which we price euen as our proper selfe It is our minde you forthwith goe for England The winde fits faire you shall aboorde to night Lord Rossencraft and Gilderstone shall goe along with you Ham. O with all my heart farewel mother King Your louing father Hamlet Ham. My mother I say you married my mother My mother is your wife man and wife is one flesh And so my mother farewel for England hoe exeunt all but the king king Gertred leaue me And take your leaue of Hamlet To England is he gone ne're to returne Our Letters are vnto the King of England That on the sight of them on his allegeance He presently without demaunding why That Hamlet loose his head for he must die There 's more in him than shallow eyes can see He once being dead why then our state is free exit Enter Fortenbrasse Drumme and Souldiers Fort. Captaine from vs goe greete The king of Denmarke Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land According to the Articles agreed on You know our Randevous goe march away exeunt all enter King and Queene King Hamlet is ship't for England fare him well I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long If euery thing fall out to our content As I doe make no doubt but so it shall Queene God grant it may heau'ns keep my Hamlet safe But this mischance of olde Corambis death Hath piersed so the yong Ofeliaes heart That she poore maide is quite bereft her wittes King Alas deere heart And on the other side We vnderstand her brother 's come from Francé And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land And hardly hee 'le forget his fathers death Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified Qu. O see where the yong Ofelia is Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute and her haire downe singing Ofelia How should I your true loue know From another man By his cockle hatte and his staffe And his sandall shoone White his shrowde as mountaine snowe Larded with sweete slowers That bewept to the graue did not goe With true louers showers He is dead and gone Lady he is dead and gone At his head a grasse greene turffe At his heeles a stone king How is' t with you sweete Ofelia Ofelia Well God yeeld you It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground I could not chuse but weepe And will he not come againe And will he not come againe No no hee 's gone and we cast away mone And he neuer will come againe His beard as white as snowe All flaxen was his pole He is dead he is gone And we cast away moane God a mercy on his soule And of all christen soules I pray God God be with you Ladies God be with you exit Ofelia king A pretty wretch this is a change indeede O Time how swiftly runnes our ioyes away Content on earth was neuer certaine bred To day we laugh and liue to morrow dead How now what noyse is that A noyse within enter Leartes Lear. Stay there vntill I come O thou vilde king giue me my father Speake say where 's my father king Dead Lear. Who hath murdred him speake I 'le not Be juggled with for he is murdred Queene True but not by him Lear. By whome by heau'n I 'le be resolued king Let him goe Gertred away I feare him not There 's such diuinitie doth wall a king That treason dares not looke on Let him goe Gertred that your father is murdred T' is true and we most sory for it Being the chiefest piller of our state Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster Swoop-stake-like draw at friend and foe and all Lear. To his good friends thus wide I 'le ope mine arms And locke them in my hart but to his foes I will no reconcilement but by bloud king Why now you speake like a most louing sonne And that in soule we sorrow for for his death Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse Meane while be patient and content your selfe Enter Ofelia as before Lear. Who 's this Ofelia O my deere sister I' st possible a yong maides life Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe O heau'ns themselues how now Oselia Ofel. Wel God a mercy I a bin gathering of floures Here here is rew for you You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes Heere 's some for me too you must weare your rew With a difference there 's a dazie Here Loue there 's rosemary for you For remembrance I pray Loue remember And there 's pansey for thoughts Lear. A document in madnes thoughts remembrance O God O God! Ofelia There is fennell for you I would a giu'n you Some violets but they all withered when My father died alas they
say the owle was A Bakers daughter we see what we are But can not tell what we shall be For bonny sweete Robin is all my ioy Lear. Thoughts afflictions torments worse than hell Ofel. Nay Loue I pray you make no words of this now I pray now you shall sing a downe And you a downe a t' is a the Kings daughter And the false steward and if any body Aske you of any thing say you this Tomorrow is saint Valentines day All in the morning betime And a maide at your window To be your Valentine The yong man rose and dan'd his clothes And dupt the chamber doore Let in the maide that out a maide Neuer departed more Nay I pray marke now By gisle and by saint Charitie Away and fie for shame Yong men will doo 't when they come too'â—â— By cocke they are too blame Quoth she before you tumbled me You promised me to wed So would I a done by yonder Sunne If thou hadst not come to my bed So God be with you all God bwy Ladies God bwy you Loue. exit Ofelia Lear. Griefe vpon griefe my father murdered My sister thus distracted Cursed be his soule that wrought this wicked act king Content you good Leartes for a time Although I know your griefe is as a floud Brimme full of sorrow but forbeare a while And thinke already the reuenge is done On him that makes you such a haplesse sonne Lear. You haue preuail'd my Lord a while I 'le striue To bury griefe within a tombe of wrath Which once vnhearsed then the world shall heare Leartes had a father he held deere king No more of that ere many dayes be done You shall heare that you do not dreame vpon exeunt om Enter Horatio and the Queene Hor. Madame your fonne is safe arriv'de in Denmarke This letter I euen now receiv'd of him Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger And subtle treason that the king had plotted Being crossed by the contention of the windes He found the Packet sent to the king of England Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death As at his next conuersion with your grace He will relate the circumstance at full Queene Then I perceiue there 's treason in his lookes That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie But I will soothe and please him for a time For murderous mindes are alwayes jealoâ—s But know not you Horatio where he is Hor. Yes Madame and he hath appoynted me To mâ— ete hâ—m on the east side of the Cittie To morrow morning Queene O faile not good Horatio and withall commend me A mothers care to him bid him a while Be wary of his presence lest that he Faile in that he goes about Hor. Madam neuer make doubt of that I thinke by this the news be come to court He is arriv'de obserue the king and you shall Quickely finde Hamlet being here Things fell not to his minde Queene But what became of Gilderstone and Rossencraft Hor. He being set a shore they went for England And in the Packet there writ down that doome To be perform'd on them poynted for him And by great chance he had his fathers Seale So all was done without discouerie Queene Thankes be to heauen for blessing of the prince Horatio once againe I take my leaue With thowsand mothers blessings to my sonne Horat. Madam adue Enter King and Leartes King Hamlet from England is it possible What chance is this they are gone and he come home Lear. O he is welcome by my soule he is At it my iocund heart doth leape for ioy That I shall liue to tell him thus he dies king Leartes content your selfe be rulde by me And you shall haue no let for your reuenge Lear. My will not all the world King Nay but Leartes marke the plot I haue layde I haue heard him often with a greedy wish Vpon some praise that he hath heard of you Touching your weapon which with all his heart He might be once tasked for to try your cunning Lea. And how for this King Mary Leartes thus I 'le lay a wager Shal be on Hamlets side and you shall giue the oddes The which will draw him with a more desire To try the maistry that in twelue venies You gaine not three of him now this being granted When you are hot in midst of all your play Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson That if it drawes but the least dramme of blood In any part of him he cannot liue This being done will free youfrom suspition And not the deerest friend that Hamlet lov'de Will euer haue Leartes in suspect Lear. My lord I like it well But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match King I 'le warrant you wee 'le put on you Such a report of singularitie Will bring him on although against his will And lest that all should misse I 'le haue a potion that shall ready stand In all his heate when that he calles for drinke Shall be his period and our happinesse Lear. T' is excellent O would the time were come Here comes the Queene enter the Queene king How now Gertred why looke you heauily Queene O my Lord the yong Ofelia Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke The enuious sprig broke into the brooke she fell And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade Bore the yong Lady vp and there she sate smiling Euen Mermaide like twixt heauen and earth Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable As it were of her distresse but long it could not be Till that her clothes being heauy with their drinke Dragg'd the sweete wretch to death Lear. So she is drownde Too much of water hast thou Ofelia Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares Reuenge it is must yeeld this heart releefe For woe begets woe and griefe hangs on griefe exeunt enter Clowne and an other Clowne I say no she ought not to be buried In christian buriall 2. Why sir Clowne Mary because shee 's drownd 2. But she did not drowne her selfe Clowne No that 's certaine the water drown'd her 2. Yea but it was against her will Clowne No I deny that for looke you sir I stand here If the water come to me I drowne not my selfe But if I goe to the water and am there drown'd Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death Y' are gone goe y' are gone sir. 2. I but see she hath christian buriall Because she is a great woman Clowne Mary more 's the pitty that great folke Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne Themselues more than other people Goe fetch me a stope of drinke but before thou Goest tell me one thing who buildes strongest Of a Mason a Shipwright or a Carpenter 2. Why a Mason for he buildes all of stone And will indure long Clowne That 's prety too 't agen too 't agen 2. Why then a Carpenter for he buildes the gallowes