the false tail they cry A noise within O this is counter you false Danish doggs Enter Laertes with others King The doors are broke Laer. Where is this King Sirs stand you all without All. No le ts come in Laer. I pray you give me leave All. We will we will Laer. I thank you keep the door O thou vile King Give me my father Qu. 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 brows Of my true mother King What is the cause Laertes That thy rebellion looks so Giant-like Let him go Gertrard do not fear our person There 's such divinity doth hedge a King That treason dares not reach at what it would Acts little of his will tell me Laertes Why thou art thus incenst let him go Gertrard Speak man Laer Where is my father King Dead Qu. But not by him King Let him demand his fill Laer. How came he dead I 'll not be jugled with To hell allegeance vows to the blackest Devil Conscience and grace to the profoundest pit 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 throughly for my father King Who shall stay you Laer. My will not all the worlds And for my means I 'll husband them so well They shall go far with little King Will you in revenge of your Dear fathers death destroy both friend and foe Laer. None but his enemies King Will you know them then Laer. To this good friends thus wide I le one my arms And like the kind life-rendring Pelican Relieve them with my blood King Why now you speake Like a good childe and a true Gentlemen That I am guiltless of your fathers death And am most sensible in grief for it It shall as level to your judgement lye As day does to your eye A noise within Enter Ophelia Laer. Let her come in How now what noise is that O heat dry up my brains tears seven times falt Burn out the sense and vertue of mine eye By heaven ' ' thy madness shall be paid with weight Till our scale turn the beam O Rose of May Dear maid kind sister sweet Ophelia O heavens is 't possible a young maids wits Should be as mortal as a sick mans life Ophel They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer Song And in his grave rain'd many a tear Fare you well my Dove Laer. Hadst thou thy wits and didst perswade revenge It could not move thus Ophel You must sing a down a down And you call him a down a. O how the wheel becomes it It is the false steward that stole his Masters daughter Laer. This nothing is much more than matter Ophel There 's Rosemary that 's for remembrance pray you love remember and there 's Pancies that 's for thoughts Laer. A document in madness thoughts and remembrance fitted Ophel There 's Fennel for you and Columbines there 's Row for you and here 's some forms we may call it herb of Grace a Sundays you may wear your Bew with I difference there 's Dasie I would give you some violets but they withered all when my father died they say he made a good 〈…〉 For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy Laer. Thoughts and afflictions passion hell itself She turns to favour and to prettiness Ophel And will he not come again Song And will he not come again No no he is dead go to thy death bed He never will come again His beard was as white as snow Flaxen was his pole He is gone he is gone and we cast away moane And peace be with his soul and with all Lovers souls King Laertes I must share in your grief Or you deny me right go but a part Make â—hoice of whom your wisest friends you will And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me If by direct or by collateral hand They find us toucht we will our Kingdom give 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 Laer. Let this be so His means of death his obscure funeral No Trophey sword nor Hatchment ore his bones No noble right nor formal ostentation Cry to be heard as 't were from earth to heaven That I must call 't in question King So you shall And where th' offence is let the great axe fall I pray you go with me Exeunt Enter Horatio and others Hora. What are they that would speake with me Gen. Sea-fairing men Sir they say they have Letters for you Hora. Let them come in I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted if not from Lord Hamlet Enter Saylers Say Save you Sir Say There 's a Letter for you Sir it came from the Embassador that was bound for England if your name be Horatio as I am let to know it is Hor. Horatio when thou shalt have over-look't this give these fellows some means to the King they have Letters for him Ere we were two days old at Sea a Pirat of very warlike appointment gave us chase Finding our selves too slow of sail we put on a compelled valor and in the grapple I boarded them on the instant they got cleer 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 turn for them Let the King have the Letters I have sent and repair thou to me with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death I have words to speak in thine Ear will make thee dumb yet are they much too light for the matter these good fellows will bring thee where I am Rosencraus and Guildenstern hold their course for England of them I have much to tell thee Farewel Hamlet Hora. Come I will make you way for these your Letters And do 't the speedier that you may direct me To him from whom yov brought them Exeunt 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 That he who hath your noble father slain Pursued my life Laer. It well appears but tell me Why you proceed not against these feats So criminal and so capital in nature As by your safety greatness wisdom all things else You mainly were stirr'd up King For two special reasons Which may perhaps to you seem weak But yet to me they 're strong the Queen his mother Lives almost by his looks and for my self My virtue or my plague be it either She is so precious 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
power Tâ— assume a pleasing shape yea and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholly As he is very potent with such spirits Abuses me to damn me ' ' I 'll have grounds More relative than this the Play 's the thing Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the King Exit ACT III. SCENE I. Enter King Queen Polonius Ophelia Rosencraus Guildenstern Lords King AND can you by no drift of conference Get from him why he puts on this confusion Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy Ros He does confess he feels himself distracted But from what cause he will by no means speak Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true estate Queen Did he receive you well Ros Most civilly Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition Ros Unapt to question but of our demands Most free in his reply Queen Did you invite him to any pastime Ros Madam it so fell out that certain Players We o're-took on the way of these we told him And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it they are here about the Court And as I think they have already order This night to play before him Pol. 'T is most true And he beseecht me to entreat your Majesties To hear and see the matter King With all my heart And it doth much content me To hear him so inclin'd Good Gentlemen give him a further edge And urge him to these delights Ros We shall my Lord. Exeunt Ros and Guild King Sweet Gertrard leave us two For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither That he as 't were by accident may meet Ophelia here her father and my self Will so bestow our selves that seeing and unseen We may of their encounter judge And gather by him as he is behav'd If the the affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for Queen I shall obey you And for my part Ophelia I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness so shall I hope your vertues Will bring him to his wonted way again To both your honours Ophel Madam I wish it may Pol. Ophelia walk you here whilst we If so your Majesty shall please retire conceal'd read on this Book That shew of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness we are oft to blame in this 'T is too much prov'd that with devotions visage And pious action we do sugar o're The Devil himself King O 't is too true How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience The harlots check beautied with plastring art Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word O heavy burden Enter Hamlet Pol. I hear him coming withdraw my Lord. Ham. To be or not to be that is the question Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outragious fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them to die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ake and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 't is a consummation Devoutly to be wisht to dye to sleep To sleep perchance to dream I there 's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause there 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time Th' oppressors wrong the proud mans contumely The pangs of despised love and the laws delay The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes When as himself might his Quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear To groan and sweat under a weary life But that the dread of something after death The undiscover'd Country from whose born No traveller returns puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than flie to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards And thus the healthful face of resolution Shews sick and pale with thought And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action Soft you now The fair Ophelia Nymph in thy Orizons Be all my sins remembred Ophel Good my Lord How does your honour for this many a day Ham. I humbly thank you well Ophel My Lord I have remembrances of yours That I have longed to re-deliver I pray you now receive them Ham. No not I I never gave you ought Ophel My honoured Lord you know right well you did And with them words of so sweet breath composed As made these things more rich their persume lost Take these again for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind There my Lord. Ham. Ha ha are you honest Ophel My Lord. Ham. Are you fair Ophel What means your Lordship Ham. That if you be honest and fair you should admit no discourse to your beauty Ophel Could beauty my Lord have better commerce Than with honesty Ham. I truly for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty to his likeness this was sometime a Paradox but now the time gives it proof I did love you once Ophel Indeed my Lord you made me believe so Ham. You should not have believed me for vertue cannot so evacuate our old stock but we shall rellish of it I loved you not Ophel I was the more deceived Ham. Get thee to a Nunnery why wouldest thou be a breeder of sinners I am my self indifferent honest but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not born me I am very proud revengeful ambitious with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in imagination to give them shape or time to act them in what should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven we are arrant knaves believe none of us go thy ways to a Nunnery Where 's your father Ophel At home my Lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him That he may play the fool no where but in 's own house Farewel Ophel O help him you sweet heavens Ham. If thou doest marry I 'll give thee this plague for thy dowry be thou as chaste as Ice as pure as Snow thou shalt not escape calumny get thee to a Nunnery farewel Or if thou wilt needs marry marry a fool for wisemen know well enough what monsters you make of them to a Nunnery go and quickly too farewel Ophel Heavenly powers restore him Ham. I have heard of your paintings well enough nature hath given you one face and you make your selves another you jig and amble and you lisp you nick-name heavens
heart fie 't is a fault to heaven A fault against the dead a fault to nature To reason most absurd whose common theam Is death of fathers and who still hath cried From the first coarse 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 and 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 to Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire And we beseech you bend you to remain Here in the chear and comfort of our eye Our chiefest Courtier cousin and our son Queen Let not thy mother lose her prayers Hamlet I pray thee stay with us go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best obey you Madam King 'T is a loving and a fair reply Be as our self 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 Kings rowse the heaven shall bruit again Respeaking earthly thunder Come away Flourish Exeunt all Ham. O that this too too solid flesh would melt but Hamlet Thaw and resolve it self into a dew Or that the everlasting had not fixt His Cannon ' gainst self slaughter How weary stale flat and unprofitable Seem to mee all the uses of this world 'T is an unweeded Garden That grows to seed things rank and gross in nature Possess it â—â—â—…rly that it should come thus But two months dead nay not so much not two So excellent a King So loving to my mother That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly She used to 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 woman A little month or e're those shooes were old With which she followed my poor fathers body Like Niobe all tears why she Heaven a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer married with my uncle My fathers brother but no more like my father Than I to Hercules within a month E're yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes She married O most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets It is not nor it cannot come to good But break my heart for I must hold my tongue Enter Horatio Marcellus and Barnardo Hor. Hail to your Lordship Ham. I am glad to see you well Horatio or I forget my self Hora. The same my Lord and your poor servant ever Ham. Sir my good friend I 'le change that name with you And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio Marcellus Mar. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you good even Sir But what make you from Wittenberg Hora. A truant disposition my good Lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so Nor shall you do my ear that violence To be a witness of your own report Against your self I know you are no truant But what is your affair in Elsenour Wee 'l teach you here to drink e're you depart Hora. My Lord I came to see your Fathers Funeral Ham. I prethee do not mock me fellow student I think it was to my Mothers Wedding Hor. Indeed my Lord it follow'd hard upon Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio the Funeral bak'd 〈◊〉 Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage tables Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven E're I had seen that day Horatio My father methinks I see my father Hora. Where my Lord Ham. In my minds eye Horatio Hora. 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 Hora. My Lord I think I saw him yesternight Ham. Saw who Hora. My Lord the King your father Ham. The King my father Hora. Defer your admiration but a while With an attentive ear till I may deliver Upon the witness of these Gentlemen This wonder to you Ham. Pray let me hear Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen Marcellus and Barnardo on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Been thus encountred a figure like your father And armed exactly Cap ape Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them thrice he walkt By their opprest and fear surprized eyes Within this truncheons length whilst they distill'd Almost to gelly with their fear Stand dumb and speak not to him this to me They did impart in dreadful secresie And I with them the third night kept the watch Where as they had delivered both in time Form of the thing each word made true and good The apparition comes ' I knew your father These hands are not more like Ham. But where was this Mar. My Lord upon the platform where we watcht 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 It self to motion as it would speak But even then the morning Cock crew loud And at the sound it shrunk in haste away And vanisht from our sight Ham. 'T is very strange Hor. As I do live my honour'd Lord 't is true And we did think it then our duty To let you know it Ham. Indeed Sirs but this troubles me Hold you the watch to night All. We do my Lord. Ham. Arm'd say you All. Arm'd my Lord. Ham. From top to toe All. From head to foot Ham. Then saw you not his face Hora. O yes my Lord he wore his Beaver up Ham. What lookt he frowningly Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger Ham Pale or red Hor Nay very pale Ham. And fixt 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 staid it long Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell an hundred Both. Longer longer Hor. Not when I saw 't Ham. His beard was grifled Hor. It was as I have seen it in his life A sable silver'd Ham. I will watch to night Perchance 't will walk again Hor. I warn't it will Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person I 'le speak to it though hell it self should gape And bid me hold my peace I pray you all If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight Let it require your silence still And whatsoever else shall hap to night Give it an understanding but no tongue I will require your loves So fare you well Upon the platform 'twixt eleven and twelve I 'le visit you All. Our duty to your honour Exeunt Ham. Your loves as mine to you farewel Manet Hamlet My fathers spirit in arms all is
Trumpet thus proclaim The triumph of his pledge Hora. Is it a custom Ham. I 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 observance This heavy-headed revel East and West Makes us traduc'd and taxed of other Nations They clepe us Drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition and indeed it takes From our atchievements though persorm'd at height The pith and marrow of our attribute So oft it chances in particular men That for some vicious mole of nature in them As in their birth wherein they are not guilty Since nature cannot choose his origen By their o're-growth of some complexion Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason Or by some habit that too much o're-leavens The form of plausive manners that these men Carrying I say the stamp of one defect Being Natures livery or Fortunes star His virtues else be they as pure as grace As infinite as man may undergo Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault the dram of ease Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal Enter Ghost Hor. Look my Lord where it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend us 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 interr'd Has op't his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again what may this mean That thou dead coarse 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 do Beckens Hora. It beckons you to go away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a remote ground But do not go with it Hora. No by no means Ham It will not speak then I will follow it Hora. Do not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the fear I do not value my life And for my soul what can it do to that Being a thing immortal as it self It waves me forth again I 'll follow it Hora. What if it tempt you toward the floods my Lord Or to the dreadful border of the cliff That bettels o're his base into the Sea And there assume some other form Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness think of it The very place puts toys of desperation Without more motive into every brain That looks so many fadoms to the Sea And hears it roar beneath Ham. It waves me still Go on I 'll follow thee Mar. You shall not go my Lord. Ham. Hold off your hands Hora. Be rul'd you shall not go Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean Lions nerve Still I am call'd unhand me Gentlemen I 'll make a Ghost of him that letts me I say away Go on I 'll follow thee Exit Ghost and Hamlet Hor. He grows desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not sit thus to obey him Hora. To what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark Hora. Heaven will discover it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me speak I 'll go no further Ghost Mark me Ham. I will Ghost My hour is almost come When I to sulphrous and tormenting flames Must render up my self Ham. Alas poor Ghost Ghost Pity me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold Ham. Speak I am bound to hear Ghost So art thou to revenge what thou start hear Ham. What Ghost I am thy fathers spirit Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night And for the day confin'd to fast in fites Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres Thy knotted and combined looks to part And each particular hair to stand an end Like quills upon the fearful Porcopine But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood list list O list If thou didst ever thy dear father love Ham. O Heayen Ghost Revenge his soul and most unnatural murder Ham. Murder Ghost Murder most soul as in the best it is But this most soul strange and unnatural Ham. Haste me to know 't that I with wings as swist As meditation or the thoughts of love May flie to my revenge Ghost I find thee apt And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed That roots it self in ease on Lethe's wharf Would'st thou not stir in this ' ' now Hamlet hear 'T is given out that sleeping in my Garden A Serpent stung me so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused but know thou noble Youth The Serpent that did sting thy fathers heart Now wears his Crown Ham O my Prophetick soul my Uncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate beast With witchcraft of his wits with trait'rous gifts O wicked wits and gifts that have the power So to seduce ' ' won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queen O Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose love was of that dignity That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor To those of mine but vertue as it never will be mov'd Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven So but though to a radiant angle link't ' Will sort it self in a celestial bed And prey on garbage But soft methinks I sent the morning air Brief let me be sleeping in my Garden My custom always of the afternoon Upon my secure hour thy Uncle to me stole With juyce of cursed Hebona in a Vial And in the porches of my ears did pour The leprous distilment whose effects Hold such enmity with blood of man That swift as Quick-silver it courset through The natural gates and allies of the body And with a sudden vigour it doth possess And curd like eager droppings into milk The thin and wholesome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter barkt about Most Lazar-like with vile and loathsome crust All my smooth body Thus was I sleeping by a
brothers hand Of life of Crown of Queen at once dispatcht Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin Unnuzled disappointed un-aneald No reckoning made but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head O horrible O horrible most horrible If thou hast nature in thee bear it not Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for Luxury and damned Incest But howsoever thou pursuest this act Taint not thy mind nor let thy soul design Against thy mother ought leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her fare thee well at once The Gloworm shews the morning to be near And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire Farewel remember me Ham. O all you host of heaven O earth what else And shall I couple hell O fie ' ' hold hold my heart And you my sinews grow not instant old But bear me strongly up remember thee I thou poor Ghost whiles memory holds a seat In this distracted Globe remember thee Yea from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records All Registers of books all forms and pressures past That youth and observation copied there And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain Unmixt with baser matter yes by heaven O most pernicious woman O villain villain smiling villain My tables meet it is I set down That one may smile and smile and be a villain At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark So Uncle there you are now to my word It is farewel remember me I have sworn't Enter Horatio and Marcellus Hora. My Lord my Lord. Mar. Lord Hamlet Hora. Heavens secure him Ham. So be it Mar. Illo ho ho my Lord. Ham. Hillo ho ho boy come and come Mar. How is 't my noble Lord Ham. O wonderful Hor. Good my Lord tell it Ham. No you will reveal it Hora. Not I my Lord. Mar. Nor I my Lord. Ham. How say you then would heart of man once think it But you 'll be secret Both. As death my Lord. Ham. There 's never a villain Dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave Hora. There needs no Ghost my Lord come from the grave To tell us this Ham. Why right you are in the right And so without more circumstance at all I hold it sit that we shake hand and part You as your business and desire shall point you For every man hath business and desire Such as it is and for my own poor part I will go pray Hora. These are but wild and windy words my Lord. Ham. I am sorry they offend you heartily Yes faith heartily Hora. There 's no offence my Lord. Ham. Yes by Saint Patrick but there is Horatio And much offence too touching this vision here It is an honest Ghost that let me tell you For your desire to know what is between us O're master't as you may and now good friends As you are friends Scholars and Souldiers Give me one poor request Hora. What is 't my Lord we will Ham. Never make known what you have seen to night Both. My Lord we will not Ham. Nay but swear 't Hora. In faith my Lord not I. Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith Ham. Upon my sword Mar We have sworn my Lord already Ham. Indeed upon my sword indeed Ghost cries under the Stage Ghost Swear Ham Ha ha boy say'st thou so art thou there true penny Come on you hear this fellow in the Selleridge Consent to swear Hora. Propose the oath my Lord. Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen Swear by my sword Ghost Swear Ham. Hic ubique then we 'll shift our ground Come hither Gentlemen And lay your hands again upon my sword Swear by my sword Never to speak of this that you have heard Ghost Swear by his sword Ham. Well said old Mole canst thou work i' th earth so fast A worthy Pioner once more remove good friends Hora. O day and night but this is wondrous strange Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio Than are dream't of in your Philosophy but come Here as before never so help you mercy How strange or odd so e're I bear my self As I perchance hereafter shall think meer To put an antick disposition on That you at such times seeing me never shall With arms encumbred thus or head thus shak't Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase As well well we know or we could and if we would Or if we list to speak or there be or if they might Or such ambiguous giving out to note That you know ought of me this you must swear So grace and mercy at your most need help you Ghost Swear Ham. Rest rest perturbed Spirit So Gentlemen With all my love I do commend me to you And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do t' express his love and friendship to you Shall never fail let us go in together And still your fingers on your lips I pray The time is out of joynt O cursed spight That ever I was born to set it right Nay come let 's go together Exeunt ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Polonius with his Man Pol. GIve him this money and these two notes Reynaldo Rey. I will my Lord. Pol. You shall do marvellous wisely good Reynaldo Before you visit him to make inquiry Of his behaviour Rey. My Lord I did intend it Pol. Marry well said very well said look your Sir Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris And how and who what means and where they keep What company at what expence and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son come you more near Then your particular demands will touch it Take you as 't were some distant knowledge of him As thus I know his father and his friends And in part him Do you mark this Reynaldo Rey. I very well my Lord. Pol. And in part him but you may say not well But if it be he I mean he 's very wild Addicted so and so and there put on him What forgeries you please marry none so rank As may dishonour him take heed of that But Sir such wanton wild and usual slips As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty Rey. As gaming my Lord. Pol. I or drinking fencing swearing Quarrelling drabbing you may go so far Rey. My Lord that would dishonour him Pol. Faith as you may season it in the charge You must not put another scandal on him That he is open to incontinency That 's not my meaning but breath his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty The flash and out-break of a fiery mind A savageness in unreclaimed blood Of general assault Rey. But my good Lord. Pol. Wherefore should you do this Rey. I my Lord I would know that Pol. Marry Sir here 's my drift
Pol. That did I my Lord and was accounted a good Actor Ham. What did you enact Pol. I did enact Julius Caesar I was kill'd i' th Capitol Brutus kill'd me Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there Be the Players ready Ros I my Lord they wait upon your patience Gert. Come hither my dear Hamlet sit by me Ham. No good mother here 's metel more attractive Pol. O ho do you mark that Ham. Lady shall I lie in your lap Ophel No my Lord. Ham. Do you think I mean Country matters Ophel I think nothing my Lord. Ham. That 's a fair thought to lie between maids legs Ophel What is my Lord Ham. Nothing Ophel You are merry my Lord. Ham. Who I Ophel I my Lord. Ham. Your only Jig-maker what should a man do but be merry for look you how chearfully my mother looks and my father died within 's two hours Ophel Nay 't is twice two months my Lord. Ham. So long nay then let the Devil wear black for I 'le have a sute of sables O heavens die two months ago and not forgotten yet then there 's hope a great mans memory may out-live his life half a year but he must build Churches then or else shall he suffer not thinking on with the hobby-horse whose Epitaph is for O for O the Hobby-horse is forgot The Trumpets sound Dumb shew follows Enter a King and a Queen the Queen imbracing him and he her he takes her up and declines his head upon her neck he lies him down upon a bank of flowers she seeing him asleep leaves him anon comes in another man takes off his Crown kisses it pours poison in the sleepers ears and leaves him the Queen returns finds the King dead makes passionate action the poisoner with some three or four comes in again seem to condole with her the dead body is carried away the poisoner woes the Queen with gifts she seemt harsh a while but in the end accepts love Ophel What means this my Lord Ham. It is munching Mallico it means mischief Ophel Belike this shew imports the argument of the Play Ham. We shall know by this fellow Enter Prologue The Players cannot keep they 'l shew all straight Ophel Will he shew us what this shew meant Ham. I or any shew that you will shew him be not you asham'd to shew he 'l not shame to tell you what it means Ophel You are naught you are naught I 'l mark the Play Prologue For us and for our Tragedy Here stooping to your clemency We beg your hearing patiently Ham. Is this a Prologue or the poesie of a Ring Ophel 'T is brief my Lord Ham. As womans love Enter King and Queen King Full thirty times hath Phoebus Cart gone round Neptunes salt wash and Tellus orb'd the ground And thirty dozen Moons with borrowed sheen About the world have twelve times thirty been Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands Unite infolding them in sacred bands Queen So many journies may the Sun and Moon Make us again count o're e're love be done But woe is me you are so sick of late So far different from your former state That I distrust you yet though I distrust Discomfort you my Lord it nothing must For women fear too much even as they love And womens fear and love hold quantity Either none in neither ought or in extremity Now what my love has been proof makes you know And as my love is great my fear is so Where love is great the smallest doubts are fear Where little fears grow great great love grows there King I must leave thee Love and shortly too My working powers their functions leave to do And thou shalt live in this fair world behind Honour'd belov'd and haply one as kind For husband shalt thou Queen O confound the rest Such love must needs be treason in my breast In second husband let me be accurst None wed the second but who kill'd the first Ham. That 's wormwood The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift but none of love A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed King I do believe you think what now you speak But what we do determine oft we break Purpose is but the slave to memory Of violent birth and poor validity Which now like fruits unripe sticks on the tree But fall unshaken when they mellow be Most necessary 't is that we forget To pay our selves what to our selves is debt What to our selves in passion we propose The passion ending doth the purpose lose The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy Where joy most revels grief doth most lament Grief joy joy griefs on slender accident This world is not for aye nor is it strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change For 't is a question left us yet to prove Whether love lead fortune or else fortune love The great man down you mark his favourite flies The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies And hitherto doth love on fortune tend For who not needs shall never lack a friend And who in want a hollow friend doth try Directly seasons him his enemy But orderly to end where I begun Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown Our thoughts are ours their ends none of our own Think still thou wilt no second husband wed But thy thoughts dye when thy first Lord is dead Queen Nor earth to me give food nor heaven light Sport and repose lock from me day and night To desperation turn my trust and hope And Anchors cheer in prison be my scope Each opposite that blanks the face of joy Meet what I would have well and it destroy Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife Ham If he should break it now If once I widow be and then a wife King 'T is deeply sworn sweet leave me here a while My spirits grow dull and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep Queen Sleep rock thy brain And never come mischance between us twain Excunt Ham. Madam how like you this play Queen The Lady doth protest too much methinks Ham. O but she 'll keep her word King Have you heard the argument is there no offence in 't Ham. No no they do but jest poison in jest no offence King What do you call the Play Ham. The Mouse-trap marry how tropically This Play is the image of a murther done in Vienna Gonzaga is the Dukes name his wife Baptista you shall see anon 't is a knavish piece of work but what of that your Majesty and we shall have free souls it touches not us let the galled â—ade winch our withers are unwrung This is one Lucianus Nephew to the King Enter Lucianus Ophel You are as good as a Chorus my Lord Ham. I could interpret between you and your love If I could see the