might stay mee Yet something is there whispers in my hart Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France King Haue you your fathers leaue Leartes Cor. He hath my lord wrung from me aforced graunt And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue Kiug With all our heart Leartes fare thee well Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue King And now princely Sonne Hamlet What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes For your intent going to Wittenberg Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne Exit Ham. My lord ti 's not the sable sute I weare No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage Nor all together mixt with outward semblance Is equall to the sorrow of my heart Him haue I lost I must os force forgoe These but the ornaments and sutes of woe King This shewes a louing care in you Sonne Hamlet But you must thinke your father lost a father That father dead lost his and so shal be vntill the Generall ending Therefore cease laments It is a fault gainst heauen fault gainst the dead A fault gainst nature and in reasons Common course most certaine None liues on earth but hee is borne to die Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers Hamlet Stay here with us go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best obay you madam King Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne And there 's no health the King shall drinke today But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince Hamlet Exeunt all but Hamlet Ham. O that this too much grieu'd and fallied flesh Would melt to nothing or that the vniuersall Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos O God within two months no not two â— married Mine vncle O let me not thinke of it My fathers brother but no more like My father then I to Hercules Within two months ere yet the salt of most Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing In her galled eyes she married O God a beast Deuoyd of reason would not haue made Such speede Frailtie thy name is Woman Why she would hang on him as if increase Of appetite had growne by what it looked on O wicked wicked speede to make such Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes Ere yet the shooes were olde The which she followed my dead fathers corse Like Nyobe all teares married well it is not Nor it cannot come to good But breake my heart for I must holde my tongue Enter Horatio and Marcellus Hor. Health to your Lordship Ham. I am very glad to see you Horatio or I much forget my selfe Hor. The same my Lord and your poore seruant euer Ham. O my good friend I change that name with you but what make you from Wittenberg Horatio Marcellus Marc. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you good euen sirs But what is your affaire in Elsenoure Wee le teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart Hor. A trowant disposition my good Lord Ham. Nor shall you make mee truster Of your owne report against your selfe Sir I know you are no trowant But what is your affaire in Elsenoure Hor. My good Lord I came to see your fathers funerall Ham. O I pre thee do not mocke hee fellow studient I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding Hor. Indeede my Lord it followed hard vpon Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio the funerall bak't meates Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen Ere euer I had seene that day Horatio O my father my father me thinks I see my father Hor. Where my Lord Ham. Why in my mindes eye Horatio Hor. I saw him once he was a gallant King Ham. He was a man take him for all in all I shall not looke vpon his like againe Hor. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight Ham. Saw who Hor. My Lord the King your father Ham. Ha ha the King my father keyou Hor. Ceasen your admiration for a while With an attentiue eare till I may deliuer Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen This wonder to you Ham. For Gods loue let me heare it Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen Marcelllus and Bernardo on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father Armed to poynt exactly Capapâ—â— Appeeres before them thrise he walkes Before their weake and feare oppressed eies Within his tronchions length While they distilled almost to gelly With the act of feare stands dumbe And speake not to him this to mee In dreadfull secresie impart they did And I with them the third night kept the watch Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing Each part made true and good The Apparition comes I knew your father These handes are not more like Ham. T is very strange Hor. As I do liue my honord lord t is true And wee did thinke it right done In our dutie to let you know it Ham. Where was this Mar. My Lord vpon the platforme where we watched Ham. Did you not speake to it Hor. My Lord we did but answere made it none Yet once me thought it was about to speake And lifted vp his head to motion Like as he would speake but euen then The morning cocke crew lowd and in all haste It shruncke in haste away and vanished Our fight Ham. Indeed indeed sirs but this troubles me Hold you the watch to night All We do my Lord. Ham. Armed say ye All Armed my good Lord. Ham. From top to toe All. My good Lord from head to foote Ham. Why then saw you not his face Hor. O yes my Lord he wore his beuer vp Ham. How look't he frowningly Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger Ham. Pale or red Hor. Nay verie pal Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you Hor. Most constantly Ham. I would I had beene there Hor. It would a much amazed you Ham. Yea very like very like staid it long Hor. While one with moderate pace Might tell a hundred Mar. O longer longer Ham. His beard was grisleld no. Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life A sable siluer Ham. I wil watch to night perchance t' wil walke againe Hor. I warrant it will Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person I le speake to it if hell it selfe should gape And bid me hold my peace Gentlemen If you haue hither consealed this sight Let it be tenible in your silence still And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue I will requit your loues so fare you well Vpon the platforme twixt eleuen and twelue I le visit you All. Our duties to your honor excunt Ham. O your loues your loues as mine to you Farewell my
fathers spirit in Armes Well all 's not well I doubt some foule play Would the night were come Till then sit still my soule foule deeds will ris Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies Exit Enter Leartes and Ofelia Leart My necessaries are inbarkt I must aboord But ere I part marke what I say to thee I see Prince Hamlet makes a shew of loue Beware Ofelia do not trust his vowes Perhaps he loues you now and now his tongue Speakes from his heart but yet take heed my sister The Chariest maide is prodigall enough If she vnmaske hir beautie to the Moone Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious thoughts Belieu 't Ofelia therefore keepe a loofe Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame Ofel. Brother to this I haue lent attentiue eare And doubt not but to keepe my honour firme But my deere brother do not you Like to a cunning Sophister Teach me the path and ready way to heauen While you forgetting what is said to me Your selfe like to a carelesse libertine Doth giue his heart his appetite at ful And little recks how that his honour dies Lear. No feare it not my deere Ofelia Here comes my father occasion smiles vpon a second leaue Enter Corambis Cor. Yet here Leartes aboord aboord for shame The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile And you are staid for there my blessing with thee And these few precepts in thy memory Be thou familiar but by no meanes vulgare Those friends thou hast and their adoptions tried Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele But do not dull the palme with entertaine Of euery new vnfleg'd courage Beware of entrance into a quarrell but being in Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee Costly thy apparrell as thy purse can buy But not exprest in fashion For the apparell oft proclaimes the man And they of France of the chiefe rancke and station Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that This aboue all to thy owne selfe be true And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any one Farewel my blessing with thee Lear. I humbly take my leaue farewell Ofelia And remember well what I haue said to you exit Ofel. It is already lock't within my hart And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it Cor. What i' st Ofelia he hath saide to you Ofel. Somthing touching the prince Hamlet Cor. Mary wel thought on t' is giuen me to vnderstand That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence Vnto Prince Hamlet if it be so As so t is giuen to mee and that in waie of caution I must tell you you do not vnderstand your selfe So well as befits my honor and your credite Ofel. My lord he hath made many tenders of his loue to me Cor. Tenders I I tenders you may call them Ofel. And withall such earnest vowes Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks What do not I know when the blood doth burne How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes In briefe be more scanter of your maiden presence Or tendring thus you 'l tender mee a foole Ofel. I shall obay my lord in all I may Cor. Ofelia receiue none of his letters For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart Refuse his tokens both of them are keyes To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire Come in Ofelia such men often proue Great in their wordes but little in their loue Ofel. I will my lord exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio and Marcellus Ham. The ayre bites shrewd it is an eager and An nipping winde what houre i' st Hor. I think it lacks of twelue Sound Trumpets Mar. No t' is strucke Hor. Indeed I heard it not what doth this mean my lord Ham. O the king doth wake to night takes his rowse Keepe wassel and the swaggering vp-spring reeles And as he dreames his draughts of renish downe The kettle drumme and trumpet thus bray out The triumphes of his pledge Hor. Is it a custome here Ham. I mary i' st and though I am Natiue here and to the maner borne It is a custome more honourd in the breach Then in the obseruance Enter the Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs Be thou a spirite of health or goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from heanen or blasts from hell Be thy intents wicked or charitable Thou commest in such questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane O answere mee let mee not burst in ignorance But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death Haue burst their ceremonies why thy Sepulcher In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes To cast thee vp againe what may this meane That thou dead corse againe in compleate steele Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone Making night hideous and we fooles of nature So horridely to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules Say speake wherefore what may this meane Hor. It beckons you as though it had something To impart to you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It waues you to a more remoued ground But do not go with it Hor. No by no meanes my Lord. Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord. That beckles ore his bace into the sea And there assume some other horrible shape Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason And driue you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. Still am I called go on I le follow thee Hor. My Lord you shall not go Ham. Why what should be the feare I do not set my life at a pinnes fee And for my soule what can it do to that Being a thing immortall like it selfe Go on I le follow thee Mar. My Lord be rulde you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out and makes each pety Artiue As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue Still am I cald vnhand me gentlemen By heauen I le make a ghost of him that lets me Away I say go on I le follow thee Hor. He waxeth desperate with imagination Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke Hor. Haue after to what issue will this sort Mar. Le ts follow t is not fit thus to obey him exit Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. I le go no farther whither wilt thou leade me Ghost Marke me Ham. I will Ghost I am thy fathers spirit doomd for a time To walke the night and all the day Confinde in flaming fire Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature A repurged and burnt away Ham. Alas poore Ghost Ghost Nay pitty me not but to my vnfolding Lend thy listning eare but that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house I would a tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy yong blood Make thy two eyes like stars start
Why I want preferment Ross. I thinke not so my lord Ham. Yes faith this great world you see contents me not No nor the spangled heauens nor earth nor sea No nor Man that is so glorious a creature Contents not me no nor woman too though you laugh Gil. My lord we laugh not at that Ham. Why did you laugh then When I said Man did not content mee Gil. My Lord we laughed when you said Man did not content you What entertainement the Players shall haue We boorded them a the way they are comming to you Ham. Players what Players be they Ross. My Lord the Tragedians of the Citty Those that you tooke delight to see so often Ham. How comes it that they trauell Do they grow restie Gil. No my Lord their reputation holds as it was wont Ham. How then Gil. Yfaith my Lord noueltie carries it away For the principall publike audience that Came to them are turned to priuate playes And to the humour of children Ham. I doe not greatly wonder of it For those that would make mops and moes At my vncle when my father liued Now giue a hundred two hundred pounds For his picture but they shall be welcome He that playes the King shall haue tribute of me The ventrous Knight shall vse his foyle and target The louer shall sigh gratis The clowne shall make them laugh That are tickled in the lungs or the blanke verse shall halt for 't And the Lady shall haue leaue to speake her minde freely The Trumpets sound Enter Corambis Do you see yonder great baby He is not yet out of his swadling clowts Gil. That may be for they say an olde man Is twice a childe Ham. I le prophecie to you hee comes to tell mee a the Players You say true a monday last t' was so indeede Cor. My lord I haue news to tell you Ham. My Lord I haue newes to tell you When Rossios was an Actor in Rome Cor. The Actors are come hither my lord Ham. Buz buz Cor. The best Actors in Christendome Either for Comedy Tragedy Historie Pastorall Pastorall Historicall Historicall Comicall Comicall historicall Pastorall Tragedy historicall Seneca cannot be too heauy nor Plato too light For the law hath writ those are the onely men Ha. O Iepha Iudge of Israel what a treasure hadst thou Cor. Why what a treasure had he my lord Ham. Why one faire daughter and no more The which he loued passing well Cor. A stil harping a my daughter well my Lord If you call me Iepha I hane a daughter that I loue passing well Ham. Nay that followes not Cor. What followes then my Lord Ham. Why by lot or God wot or as it came to passe And so it was the first verse of the godly Ballet Wil tel you all for look you where my abridgement comes Welcome maisters welcome all Enter players What my olde friend thy face is vallanced Since I saw thee last com'st thou to beard me in Denmarke My yong lady and mistris burlady but your Ladiship is growne by the altitude of a chopine higher than you were Pray God sir your voyce like a peece of vncurrant Golde be not crack't in the ring come on maisters Wee le euen too 't like French Falconers Flie at any thing we see come a taste of your Quallitie a speech a passionate speech Players What speech my good lord Ham. I heard thee speake a speech once But it was neuer acted or if it were Neuer aboue twice for as I remember It pleased not the vulgar it was cauiary To the million but to me And others that receiued it in the like kinde Cried in the toppe of their iudgements an excellent play Set downe with as great modestie as cunning One said there was no sallets in the lines to make thē sauory But called it an honest methode as wholesome as sweete Come a speech in it I chiefly remember Was Aeneas tale to Dido And then especially where he talkes of Princes slaughter If it liue in thy memory beginne at this line Let me see The rugged Pyrrus like th'arganian beast No t' is not so it begins with Pirrus O I haue it The rugged Pirrus he whose sable armes Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse Hath now his blacke and grimme complexion smeered With Heraldry more dismall head to foote Now is he totall guise horridely tricked With blood offathers mothers daughters sonnes Back't and imparched in calagulate gore Rifted in earth and fire olde grandsire Pryam seekes So goe on Cor. Afore God my Lord well spoke and with good accent Play A none he finds him striking too short at Greeks His a 〈…〉 d rebellious to his Arme Lies where it falles vnable to resist Pyrrus at Pryam driues but all in rage Strikes wide but with the whiffe and winde Of his fell sword th'unnerued father falles Cor. Enough my friend t' is too long Ham. It shall to the Barbers with your beard A pox hee 's for a Iigge or a tale of bawdry Or else he sleepes come on to Hecuba come Play But who O who had seene the mobled Queene Cor. Mobled Queene is good faith very good Play All in the alarum and feare of death rose vp And o're her weake and all ore-teeming loynes a blancket And a kercher on that head where late the diademe stoode Who this had seene with tongue inuenom'd speech Would treason haue pronounced For if the gods themselues had seene her then When she saw Pirrus with malitious strokes Mincing her husbandes limbs It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen And passion in the gods Cor. Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour And hath teares in his eyes no more good heart no more Ham. T' is well t' is very well I pray my lord Will you see the Players well bestowed I tell you they are the Chronicles And briefe abstracts of the time After your death I can tell you You were better haue a bad Epiteeth Then their ill report while you liue Cor. My lord I will vse them according to their deserts Ham. O farre better man vse euery man after his deserts Then who should scape whipping Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie The lesse they deserue the greater credit's yours Cor. Welcome my good fellowes exit Ham. Come hither maisters can you not play the murder of Gonsage players Yes my Lord. Ham. And could'st not thou for a neede study me Some dozen or sixteene lines Which I would set downe and insert players Yes very easily my good Lord. Ham. T' is well I thanke you follow that lord And doe you heare sirs take heede you mocke him not Gentlemen for your kindnes I thanke you And for a time I would desire you leaue me Gil. Our loue and duetie is at your commaund Exeunt all but Hamlet Ham. Why what a dunghill idiote slaue am I Why these Players here draw water from eyes For Hecuba
And that brings many a one to his long home Clowne Prety agen the gallowes doth well mary howe dooes it well the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill goe get thee gone And if any one aske thee hereafter say A Graue-maker for the houses he buildes Last till Doomes-day Fetch me a stope of beere goe Enter Hamlet and Horatio Clowne A picke-axe and a spade A spade for and a winding sheete Most fit it is for t' will be made he throwes vp a shouel For such a ghest most meete Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe That is thus merry in making of a graue See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth Hor. My lord Custome hath made it in him seeme nothing Clowne A pick-axe and a spade a spade For and a winding fheete Most fit it is for to be made For such a ghest most meet Ham. Looke you there 's another Horatio Why mai 't not be the scull of some Lawyer Me thinkes he should indite that fellow Of an action of Batterie for knocking Him about the pate with 's shouel now where is your Quirkes and quillets now your vouchers and Double vouchers your leases and free-holde And tenements why that same boxe there will scarse Holde the conueiance of his land and must The honor lie thâ—re O pittifull transformance I prethee tell me Horatio Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes Hor. I my Lorde and of calues-skinnes too Ham. I faith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues That deale with them or put their trust in them There 's another why may not that be such a ones Scull that praised my Lord such a ones horse When he meant to beg him Horatio I prethee Le ts question yonder fellow Now my friend whose graue is this Clowne Mine sir. Ham. But who must lie in it Clowne If I should say I should I should lie in my throat sir. Ham. What man must be buried here Clowne No man sir Ham. What woman Clowne No woman neither sir but indeede One that was a woman Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio This seauen yeares haue I noted it the toe of the pesant Comes so neere the heele of the courtier That hee gawles his kibe I prethee tell mee one thing How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots Clowne I faith sir if hee be not rotten before He be laide in as we haue many pocky corses He will last you eight yeares a tanner Will last you eight yeares full out or nine Ham. And why a tanner Clowne Why his hide is so tanned with his trade That it will holde out water that 's a parlous Deuourer of your dead body a great soaker Looke you here 's a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare Let me see I euer since our last king Hamlet Slew Fortenbrasse in combat yong Hamlets father Hee that 's mad Ham. I mary how came he madde Clowne I faith very strangely by loosing of his wittes Ham. Vpon what ground Clowne A this ground in Denmarke Ham. Where is he now Clowne Why now they sent him to England Ham. To England wherefore Clowne Why they say he shall haue his wittes there Or if he haue not t' is no great matter there It will not be seene there Ham. Why not there Clowne Why there they say the men are as mad as he Ham. Whose scull was this Clowne This a plague on him a madde rogues it was He powred once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head Why do not you know him this was one Yorickes scull Ham. Was this I prethee let me see it alas poore Yoricke I knew him Horatio A fellow of infinite mirth he hath caried mee twenty times vpon his backe here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a hundred times and to see now they abhorre me Where 's your iests now Yoricke your flashes of meriment now go to my Ladies chamber and bid her paint her selfe an inch thicke to this she must come Yoricke Horatio I prethee tell me one thing doost thou thinke that Alexander looked thus Hor. Euen so my Lord. Ham. And smelt thus Hor. I my lord no otherwise Ham. No why might not imagination worke as thus of Alexander Alexander died Alexander was buried Alexander became earth of earth we make clay and Alexander being but clay why might not time bring to passe that he might stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell Imperious Caesar dead and turnd to clay Might stoppe a hole to keepe the winde away Enter King and Queene Leartes and other lordes with a Priest after the coffin Ham. What funerall's this that all the Court laments It shews to be some noble parentage Stand by a while Lear. What ceremony else say what ceremony else Priest My Lord we haue done all that lies in vs And more than well the church can tolerate She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule And but for fauour of the king and you She had beene buried in the open fieldes Where now she is allowed christian buriall Lear. So I tell thee churlish Priest a ministring Angell shall my sister be when thou liest howling Ham. The faire Ofelia dead Queene Sweetes to the sweete farewell I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed faire maide And not to follow thee vnto thy graue Lear. Forbeare the earth a while sister farewell Leartes leapes into the graue Now powre your earth on Olympus hie And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon Hamlet leaps in after Leartes What 's he that coniures so Ham. Beholde t is I Hamlet the Dane Lear. The diuell take thy soule Ham. O thou praiest not well I prethee take thy hand from off my throate For there is something in me dangerous Which let thy wisedome feare holde off thy hand I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could Shew me what thou wilt doe for her Wilt fight wilt fast wilt pray Wilt drinke vp vessels eate a crocadile I le do ot Com'st thou here to whine And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue Here let vs stand and let them throw on vs Whole hills of earth till with the heighth therof Make Oosell as a Wart King Forbeare Leartes now is hee mad as is the sea Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus I neuer gaue you cause but stand away A Cat will meaw a Dog will haue a day Exit Hamlet and Horatio Queene Alas it is his madnes makes him thus And not his heart Leartes King My lord t' is so but wee 'le no longer trifle This very day shall Hamlet drinke his last For presently we meane to send to him Therfore Leartes be in readynes Lear. My lord till then my soule will not bee quiet King Come Gertred wee 'l haue Leartes and our sonne Made friends and Louers as befittes them both Euen as they tender vs and loue their
Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone Enter Corambis Cor. My lord the Queene would speake with you Ham. Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell Cor. T' is like a camell in deed Ham. Now me thinkes it 's like a weasel Cor. T' is back't like a weasell Ham. Or like a whale Cor. Very like a whale exit Coram Ham. Why then tell my mother I 'le come by and by Good night Horatio Hor. Good night vnto your Lordship exit Horatio Ham. My mother she hath sent to speake with me O God let ne're the heart of Nero enter This soft bosome Let me be cruell not vnnaturall I will speake daggers those sharpe wordes being spent To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent exit Enter the King King O that this wet that falles vpon my face Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience When I looke vp to heauen I see my trespasse The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact Pay me the murder of a brother and a king And the adulterous fault I haue committed O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe I but still to perseuer in a sinne It is an act gainst the vniuersall power Most wretched man stoope bend thee to thy prayer Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire hee kneeles enter Hamlet Ham. I so come forth and worke thy last And thus hee dies and so am I reuenged No not so he tooke my father sleeping his sins brim full And how his soule stoode to the state of heauen Who knowes saue the immortall powres And shall I kill him now When he is purging of his soule Making his way for heauen this is a benefit And not reuenge no get thee vp agen When hee 's at game swaring taking his carowse drinking drunke Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed Or at some act that hath no relish Of saluation in 't then trip him That his heeles may kicke at heauen And fall as lowe as hel my mother stayes This phisicke but prolongs thy weary dayes exit Ham. King My wordes fly vp my sinnes remaine below No King on earth is safe if Gods his foe exit King Enter Queene and Corambis Cor. Madame I heare yong Hamlet comming I 'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras exit Cor. Queene Do so my Lord. Ham. Mother mother O are you here How i' st with you mother Queene How i' st with you Ham I 'le tell you but first wee le make all safe Queene Hamlet thou hast thy father much offended Ham. Mother you haue my father much offended Queene How now boy Ham. How now mother come here sit downe for you shall heare me speake Queene What wilt thou doe thou wilt not murder me Helpe hoe Cor. Helpe for the Queene Ham. I a Rat dead for a Duckat Rash intruding foole farewell I tooke thee for thy better Queene Hamlet what hast thou done Ham. Not so much harme good mother As to kill a king and marry with his brother Queene How kill a king Ham. Ia King nay sit you downe and ere you part If you be made of penitrable stuffe I 'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart And see how horride there and blacke it shews Queene Hamlet what mean'st thou by these killing words Ham. Why this I meane see here behold this picture It is the portraiture of your deceased husband See here a face to outface Mars himselfe An eye at which his foes did tremble at A front wherin all vertue are set downe For to adorne a king and guild his crowne Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow He made to you in marriage and he is dead Murdred damnably murdred this was your husband Looke you now here is your husband With a face like Unlcan A looke fit for a murder and a rape A dull dead hanging looke and a hell-bred eie To affright children and amaze the world And this same haue you left to change with this What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde A haue you eyes and can you looke on him That slew my father and your deere husband To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed Queene O Hamlet speake no more Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde For a king of clowts of very shreads Queene Sweete Hamlet cease Ham. Nay but still to persist and dwell in finne To sweate vnder the yoke of insamie To make increase of shame to seale damnation Queene Hamlet no more Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came who 'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast Queene Hamlet thou cleaues my heart in twaine Ham. O throw away the worser part of it and keepe the better Enter the ghost in his night gowne Saue me saue me you gratious Powers aboue and houer ouer mee With your celestiall wings Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by O do not glare with lookes so pittifull Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion And euery part that should assist reuenge Forgoe their proper powers and fall to pitty Ghost Hamlet I once againe appeare to thee To put thee in remembrance of my death Doe not neglect nor long time put it off But I perceiue by thy distracted lookes Thy mother 's fearefull and she stands amazde Speake to her Hamlet for her sex is weake Comfort thy mother Hamlet thinke on me Ham. How i' st with you Lady Queene Nay how i' st with you That thus you bend your eyes on vacancie And holde discourse with nothing but with ayre Ham. Why doe you nothing heare Queene Not I. Ham. Nor doe you nothing see Queene No neither Ham. No why see the king my father my father in the habite As he liued looke you how pale he lookes See how he steales away out of the Portall Looke there he goes exit ghost Queene Alas it is the weakenesse of thy braine Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe But as I haue a soule I sweare by heauen I neuer knew of this most horride murder But Hamlet this is onely fantasie And for my loue forget these idle fits Ham. Idle no mother my pulse doth beate like yours It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet O mother if euer you did my deare father loue Forbeare the adulterous bed to night And win your selfe by little as you may In time it may be you wil lothe him quite And mother but assist mee in reuenge And in his death your infamy shall die Queene Hamlet I vow by that maiesty That knowes our thoughts and lookes into our hearts I will conceale consent and doe my best What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise Ham. It is enough mother good night Come sir I 'le prouide for you a graue
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