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spam Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo, [who approaches him]. Bernardo. Who's there? Francisco. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself. Bernardo. Long live the King! Francisco. Bernardo? 5 Bernardo. He. Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour. Bernardo. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco. Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. 10 Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Francisco. Not a mouse stirring. Bernardo. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. 15 Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Francisco. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there? Horatio. Friends to this ground. Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane. Francisco. Give you good night. 20 Marcellus. O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath reliev'd you? Francisco. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. Exit. Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo! 25 Bernardo. Say- What, is Horatio there ? Horatio. A piece of him. Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus. Marcellus. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? 30 Bernardo. I have seen nothing. Marcellus. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us. Therefore I have entreated him along, 35 With us to watch the minutes of this night, That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Horatio. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Bernardo. Sit down awhile, 40 And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Horatio. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. 45 Bernardo. Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one- 50 Enter Ghost. Marcellus. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead. Marcellus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Bernardo. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio. 55 Horatio. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder. Bernardo. It would be spoke to. Marcellus. Question it, Horatio. Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night Together with that fair and warlike form 60 In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak! Marcellus. It is offended. Bernardo. See, it stalks away! Horatio. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee speak! 65 Exit Ghost. Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer. Bernardo. How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale. Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? 70 Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Marcellus. Is it not like the King? Horatio. As thou art to thyself. 75 Such was the very armour he had on When he th' ambitious Norway combated. So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 'Tis strange. 80 Marcellus. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not; But, in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 85 Marcellus. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; 90 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? Who is't that can inform me? 95 Horatio. That can I. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, 100 Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands 105 Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror; Against the which a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant 110 And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, 115 For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't; which is no other, As it doth well appear unto our state, But to recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands 120 So by his father lost; and this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations, The source of this our watch, and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Bernardo. I think it be no other but e'en so. 125 Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the King That was and is the question of these wars. Horatio. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 130 A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star 135 Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, 140 Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. [Enter Ghost again.] But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion! 145 [Spreads his arms.] If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me, 150 Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 155 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth (For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death), [The cock crows.] Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus! Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? 160 Horatio. Do, if it will not stand. Bernardo. 'Tis here! Horatio. 'Tis here! Marcellus. 'Tis gone! [Exit Ghost.] 165 We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. 170 Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, 175 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation. Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 180 Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, 185 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Horatio. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. 190 Break we our watch up; and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, 195 As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, [Voltemand, Cornelius,] Lords Attendant. Claudius. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 205 That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, 210 With an auspicious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 215 With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, 220 Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bands of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him. 225 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress 230 His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, 235 Giving to you no further personal power To business with the King, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.] Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. Cornelius. [with Voltemand] In that, and all things, will we show our duty. 240 Claudius. We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell. [Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.] And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane 245 And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. 250 What wouldst thou have, Laertes? Laertes. My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation, 255 Yet now I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Claudius. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave 260 By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. Claudius. Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will! 265 But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son- Hamlet. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind! Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet. Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun. Gertrude. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, 270 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. 275 Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Gertrude. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 280 Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, 285 'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show- These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Claudius. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, 290 To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever 295 In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschool'd; 300 For what we know must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 305 To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died to-day, 'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us 310 As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. For your intent 315 In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire; And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. 320 Gertrude. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Claudius. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply. Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come. 325 This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, 330 Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Hamlet. O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 335 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature 340 Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 345 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month- Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!- 350 A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle; 355 My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post 360 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 Bernardo. Horatio. Hail to your lordship! 365 Hamlet. I am glad to see you well. Horatio!- or I do forget myself. Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Hamlet. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? 370 Marcellus? Marcellus. My good lord! Hamlet. I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.- But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Horatio. A truant disposition, good my lord. 375 Hamlet. I would not hear your enemy say so, Nor shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? 380 We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hamlet. I prithee do not mock me, fellow student. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. 385 Hamlet. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father- methinks I see my father. 390 Horatio. O, where, my lord? Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Horatio. I saw him once. He was a goodly king. Hamlet. He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. 395 Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hamlet. Saw? who? Horatio. My lord, the King your father. Hamlet. The King my father? Horatio. Season your admiration for a while 400 With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Hamlet. For God's love let me hear! Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen 405 (Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them and with solemn march 410 Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me 415 In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes. I knew your father. 420 These hands are not more like. Hamlet. But where was this? Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Hamlet. Did you not speak to it? Horatio. My lord, I did; 425 But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up it head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away 430 And vanish'd from our sight. Hamlet. 'Tis very strange. Horatio. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. 435 Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] We do, my lord. Hamlet. Arm'd, say you? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord. 440 Hamlet. From top to toe? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot. Hamlet. Then saw you not his face? Horatio. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up. Hamlet. What, look'd he frowningly. 445 Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Pale or red? Horatio. Nay, very pale. Hamlet. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Horatio. Most constantly. 450 Hamlet. I would I had been there. Horatio. It would have much amaz'd you. Hamlet. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long? Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Longer, longer. 455 Horatio. Not when I saw't. Hamlet. His beard was grizzled- no? Horatio. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Hamlet. I will watch to-night. 460 Perchance 'twill walk again. Horatio. I warr'nt it will. Hamlet. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 465 If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding but no tongue. I will requite your loves. So, fare you well. 470 Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. All. Our duty to your honour. Hamlet. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt [all but Hamlet].] 475 My father's spirit- in arms? All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Exit. previous scene Act I, Scene 3 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Laertes. My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. 485 Ophelia. Do you doubt that? Laertes. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting; 490 The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. Ophelia. No more but so? Laertes. Think it no more. For nature crescent does not grow alone 495 In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will; but you must fear, 500 His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself, for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state, 505 And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place 510 May give his saying deed; which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open 515 To his unmast'red importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough 520 If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth 525 Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Ophelia. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, 530 Do not as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede. 535 Laertes. O, fear me not! [Enter Polonius. ] I stay too long. But here my father comes. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. 540 Polonius. Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There- my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 545 Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 550 Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 555 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. 560 Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all- to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, 565 Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell. My blessing season this in thee! Laertes. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Polonius. The time invites you. Go, your servants tend. Laertes. Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well 570 What I have said to you. Ophelia. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laertes. Farewell. Exit. Polonius. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? 575 Ophelia. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. Polonius. Marry, well bethought! 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. 580 If it be so- as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution- I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? Give me up the truth. 585 Ophelia. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. Polonius. Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? 590 Ophelia. I do not know, my lord, what I should think, Polonius. Marry, I will teach you! Think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, 595 Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Ophelia. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. Polonius. Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to! Ophelia. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, 600 With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Polonius. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks! I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both 605 Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, 610 Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, 615 But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, The better to beguile. This is for all: I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure 620 As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways. Ophelia. I shall obey, my lord. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 4 Elsinore. The platform before the Castle. next scene Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet. What hour now? Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve. Marcellus. No, it is struck. 630 Horatio. Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.] What does this mean, my lord? Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, 635 Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels, And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Horatio. Is it a custom? 640 Hamlet. Ay, marry, is't; But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed revel east and west 645 Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations; They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. 650 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 origin,- By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, 655 Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners, that these men Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, 660 Their 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 e'il Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal. 665 Enter Ghost. Horatio. Look, my lord, it comes! Hamlet. 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, 670 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 675 Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean 680 That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisits 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? 685 Say, why is this? wherefore? What should we do? Ghost beckons Hamlet. Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. 690 Marcellus. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground. But do not go with it! Horatio. No, by no means! Hamlet. It will not speak. Then will I follow it. 695 Horatio. Do not, my lord! Hamlet. Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? 700 It waves me forth again. I'll follow it. Horatio. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other, horrible form 705 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 710 And hears it roar beneath. Hamlet. It waves me still. Go on. I'll follow thee. Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord. Hamlet. Hold off your hands! 715 Horatio. Be rul'd. You shall not go. Hamlet. My fate cries out And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. [Ghost beckons.] 720 Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!- I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination. 725 Marcellus. Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. Horatio. Have after. To what issue will this come? Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Horatio. Heaven will direct it. Marcellus. Nay, let's follow him. 730 Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 5 Elsinore. The Castle. Another part of the fortifications. next scene Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further. Father's Ghost. Mark me. Hamlet. I will. 735 Father's Ghost. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost! Father's Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing 740 To what I shall unfold. Hamlet. Speak. I am bound to hear. Father's Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Hamlet. What? Father's Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, 745 Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, 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, 750 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 locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end 755 Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. 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- Hamlet. O God! 760 Father's Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Hamlet. Murther? Father's Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Hamlet. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift 765 As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Father's Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, 770 Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, 775 The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. O my prophetic soul! My uncle? Father's Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 780 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!- won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, 785 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! 790 But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. 795 But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebona in a vial, 800 And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, 805 And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust 810 All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd, 815 No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Hamlet. O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! Father's Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be 820 A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge 825 To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once. The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. Exit. Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 830 And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? 835 Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live 840 Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down 845 That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writes.] So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.' I have sworn't. 850 Horatio. [within] My lord, my lord! Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Marcellus. Lord Hamlet! Horatio. Heaven secure him! Hamlet. So be it! 855 Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord? Horatio. What news, my lord? Marcellus. O, wonderful! 860 Horatio. Good my lord, tell it. Hamlet. No, you will reveal it. Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven! Marcellus. Nor I, my lord. Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? 865 But you'll be secret? Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord. Hamlet. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave 870 To tell us this. Hamlet. Why, right! You are in the right! And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part; You, as your business and desires shall point you, 875 For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is; and for my own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray. Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hamlet. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; 880 Yes, faith, heartily. Horatio. There's no offence, my lord. Hamlet. 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. 885 For your desire to know what is between us, O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Horatio. What is't, my lord? We will. 890 Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not. Hamlet. Nay, but swear't. Horatio. In faith, My lord, not I. 895 Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith. Hamlet. Upon my sword. Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already. Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost cries under the stage. Father's Ghost. Swear. Hamlet. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny? Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage. Consent to swear. Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord. 905 Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. Hamlet. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, 910 And lay your hands again upon my sword. Never to speak of this that you have heard: Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear by his sword. Hamlet. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? 915 A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends." Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 920 But come! Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on), 925 That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' 930 Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me- this is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. 935 [They swear.] Hamlet. 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 friending to you, 940 God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. 945 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 1 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Polonius. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. Reynaldo. I will, my lord. Polonius. You shall do marvell's wisely, good Reynaldo, 950 Before You visit him, to make inquire Of his behaviour. Reynaldo. My lord, I did intend it. Polonius. Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; 955 And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it. 960 Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, And in part him.' Do you mark this, Reynaldo? Reynaldo. Ay, very well, my lord. Polonius. 'And in part him, but,' you may say, 'not well. 965 But if't 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 970 As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Reynaldo. As gaming, my lord. Polonius. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing. You may go so far. 975 Reynaldo. My lord, that would dishonour him. Polonius. Faith, no, 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 breathe his faults so quaintly 980 That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Reynaldo. But, my good lord- 985 Polonius. Wherefore should you do this? Reynaldo. Ay, my lord, I would know that. Polonius. Marry, sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of warrant. 990 You laying these slight sullies on my son As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working, Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes 995 The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence: 'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'- According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country- 1000 Reynaldo. Very good, my lord. Polonius. And then, sir, does 'a this- 'a does- What was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something! Where did I leave? Reynaldo. At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and gentleman.' 1005 Polonius. At 'closes in the consequence'- Ay, marry! He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman. I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then, with such or such; and, as you say, There was 'a gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; 1010 There falling out at tennis'; or perchance, 'I saw him enter such a house of sale,' Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. See you now- Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; 1015 And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out. So, by my former lecture and advice, Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? 1020 Reynaldo. My lord, I have. Polonius. God b' wi' ye, fare ye well! Reynaldo. Good my lord! [Going.] Polonius. Observe his inclination in yourself. Reynaldo. I shall, my lord. 1025 Polonius. And let him ply his music. Reynaldo. Well, my lord. Polonius. Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo.] [Enter Ophelia.] 1030 How now, Ophelia? What's the matter? Ophelia. O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Polonius. With what, i' th' name of God? Ophelia. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, 1035 No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle; Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell 1040 To speak of horrors- he comes before me. Polonius. Mad for thy love? Ophelia. My lord, I do not know, But truly I do fear it. Polonius. What said he? 1045 Ophelia. He took me by the wrist and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so. 1050 At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being. That done, he lets me go, 1055 And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me. Polonius. Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. 1060 This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. 1065 What, have you given him any hard words of late? Ophelia. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. Polonius. That hath made him mad. 1070 I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy! By heaven, it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions 1075 As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King. This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Come. 1080 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, cum aliis. Claudius. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Moreover that we much did long to see you, 1085 The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. So I call it, Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be, 1090 More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of. I entreat you both That, being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour, 1095 That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time; so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus 1100 That, open'd, lies within our remedy. Gertrude. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will 1105 As to expend your time with us awhile For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Rosencrantz. Both your Majesties 1110 Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Guildenstern. But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, 1115 To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. Claudius. Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Gertrude. Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. And I beseech you instantly to visit 1120 My too much changed son.- Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guildenstern. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Gertrude. Ay, amen! 1125 Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, [with some Attendants]. Enter Polonius. Polonius. Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. Claudius. Thou still hast been the father of good news. 1130 Polonius. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king; And I do think- or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure 1135 As it hath us'd to do- that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Claudius. O, speak of that! That do I long to hear. Polonius. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. 1140 Claudius. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius.] He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Gertrude. I doubt it is no other but the main, 1145 His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Claudius. Well, we shall sift him. [Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.] Welcome, my good friends. Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway? 1150 Voltemand. Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But better look'd into, he truly found 1155 It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys, Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, 1160 Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, 1165 So levied as before, against the Polack; With an entreaty, herein further shown, [Gives a paper.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, 1170 On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Claudius. It likes us well; And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. 1175 Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour. Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors. Polonius. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate 1180 What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 1185 I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Gertrude. More matter, with less art. 1190 Polonius. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure! But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then. And now remains 1195 That we find out the cause of this effect- Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. 1200 I have a daughter (have while she is mine), Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise. [Reads] the letter.] 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,'- 1205 That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile phrase. But you shall hear. Thus: [Reads.] 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' Gertrude. Came this from Hamlet to her? 1210 Polonius. Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful. [Reads.] 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. 1215 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. 'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET.' 1220 This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me; And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. Claudius. But how hath she 1225 Receiv'd his love? Polonius. What do you think of me? Claudius. As of a man faithful and honourable. Polonius. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing 1230 (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me), what might you, Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk or table book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, 1235 Or look'd upon this love with idle sight? What might you think? No, I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star. This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her, 1240 That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice, And he, repulsed, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, 1245 Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for. Claudius. Do you think 'tis this? 1250 Gertrude. it may be, very like. Polonius. Hath there been such a time- I would fain know that- That I have Positively said 'Tis so,' When it prov'd otherwise.? Claudius. Not that I know. 1255 Polonius. [points to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. Claudius. How may we try it further? 1260 Polonius. You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby. Gertrude. So he does indeed. Polonius. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. Be you and I behind an arras then. 1265 Mark the encounter. If he love her not, And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters. Claudius. We will try it. 1270 Enter Hamlet, reading on a book. Gertrude. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away I'll board him presently. O, give me leave. [Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].] 1275 How does my good Lord Hamlet? Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy. Polonius. Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet. Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. Polonius. Not I, my lord. 1280 Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man. Polonius. Honest, my lord? Hamlet. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand. Polonius. That's very true, my lord. 1285 Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion- Have you a daughter? Polonius. I have, my lord. Hamlet. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't. 1290 Polonius. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you read, my lord? 1295 Hamlet. Words, words, words. Polonius. What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet. Between who? Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Hamlet. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men 1300 have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, 1305 should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward. Polonius. [aside] Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't.- Will You walk out of the air, my lord? Hamlet. Into my grave? Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' th' air. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes 1310 his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. 1315 Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Polonius. Fare you well, my lord. 1320 Hamlet. These tedious old fools! Polonius. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is. Rosencrantz. [to Polonius] God save you, sir! Exit [Polonius]. Guildenstern. My honour'd lord! 1325 Rosencrantz. My most dear lord! Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? Rosencrantz. As the indifferent children of the earth. Guildenstern. Happy in that we are not over-happy. 1330 On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe? Rosencrantz. Neither, my lord. Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours? 1335 Guildenstern. Faith, her privates we. Hamlet. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a strumpet. What news ? Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. Hamlet. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me 1340 question more in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? Guildenstern. Prison, my lord? Hamlet. Denmark's a prison. 1345 Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord. Hamlet. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good 1350 or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your mind. Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. 1355 Guildenstern. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow. Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. 1360 Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. Rosencrantz. [with Guildenstern] We'll wait upon you. Hamlet. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my 1365 servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? Rosencrantz. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Hamlet. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; 1370 and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak. Guildenstern. What should we say, my lord? Hamlet. Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and 1375 there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you. Rosencrantz. To what end, my lord? Hamlet. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights 1380 of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. Rosencrantz. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you? 1385 Hamlet. [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold not off. Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for. Hamlet. I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no 1390 feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical 1395 roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the 1400 beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? 1405 Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and 1410 target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are they? 1415 Rosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the tragedians of the city. Hamlet. How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways. Rosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late 1420 innovation. Hamlet. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so follow'd? Rosencrantz. No indeed are they not. Hamlet. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? 1425 Rosencrantz. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and 1430 dare scarce come thither. Hamlet. What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means 1435 are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession. Rosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player 1440 went to cuffs in the question. Hamlet. Is't possible? Guildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains. Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away? Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too. 1445 Hamlet. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. 14

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spam Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo, [who approaches him]. Bernardo. Who's there? Francisco. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself. Bernardo. Long live the King! Francisco. Bernardo? 5 Bernardo. He. Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour. Bernardo. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco. Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. 10 Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Francisco. Not a mouse stirring. Bernardo. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. 15 Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Francisco. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there? Horatio. Friends to this ground. Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane. Francisco. Give you good night. 20 Marcellus. O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath reliev'd you? Francisco. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. Exit. Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo! 25 Bernardo. Say- What, is Horatio there ? Horatio. A piece of him. Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus. Marcellus. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? 30 Bernardo. I have seen nothing. Marcellus. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us. Therefore I have entreated him along, 35 With us to watch the minutes of this night, That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Horatio. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Bernardo. Sit down awhile, 40 And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Horatio. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. 45 Bernardo. Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one- 50 Enter Ghost. Marcellus. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead. Marcellus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Bernardo. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio. 55 Horatio. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder. Bernardo. It would be spoke to. Marcellus. Question it, Horatio. Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night Together with that fair and warlike form 60 In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak! Marcellus. It is offended. Bernardo. See, it stalks away! Horatio. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee speak! 65 Exit Ghost. Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer. Bernardo. How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale. Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? 70 Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Marcellus. Is it not like the King? Horatio. As thou art to thyself. 75 Such was the very armour he had on When he th' ambitious Norway combated. So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 'Tis strange. 80 Marcellus. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not; But, in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 85 Marcellus. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; 90 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? Who is't that can inform me? 95 Horatio. That can I. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, 100 Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands 105 Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror; Against the which a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant 110 And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, 115 For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't; which is no other, As it doth well appear unto our state, But to recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands 120 So by his father lost; and this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations, The source of this our watch, and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Bernardo. I think it be no other but e'en so. 125 Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the King That was and is the question of these wars. Horatio. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 130 A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star 135 Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, 140 Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. [Enter Ghost again.] But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion! 145 [Spreads his arms.] If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me, 150 Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 155 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth (For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death), [The cock crows.] Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus! Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? 160 Horatio. Do, if it will not stand. Bernardo. 'Tis here! Horatio. 'Tis here! Marcellus. 'Tis gone! [Exit Ghost.] 165 We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. 170 Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, 175 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation. Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 180 Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, 185 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Horatio. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. 190 Break we our watch up; and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, 195 As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, [Voltemand, Cornelius,] Lords Attendant. Claudius. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 205 That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, 210 With an auspicious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 215 With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, 220 Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bands of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him. 225 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress 230 His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, 235 Giving to you no further personal power To business with the King, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.] Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. Cornelius. [with Voltemand] In that, and all things, will we show our duty. 240 Claudius. We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell. [Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.] And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane 245 And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. 250 What wouldst thou have, Laertes? Laertes. My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation, 255 Yet now I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Claudius. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave 260 By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. Claudius. Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will! 265 But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son- Hamlet. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind! Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet. Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun. Gertrude. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, 270 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. 275 Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Gertrude. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 280 Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, 285 'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show- These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Claudius. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, 290 To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever 295 In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschool'd; 300 For what we know must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 305 To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died to-day, 'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us 310 As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. For your intent 315 In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire; And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. 320 Gertrude. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Claudius. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply. Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come. 325 This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, 330 Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Hamlet. O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 335 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature 340 Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 345 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month- Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!- 350 A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle; 355 My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post 360 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 Bernardo. Horatio. Hail to your lordship! 365 Hamlet. I am glad to see you well. Horatio!- or I do forget myself. Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Hamlet. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? 370 Marcellus? Marcellus. My good lord! Hamlet. I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.- But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Horatio. A truant disposition, good my lord. 375 Hamlet. I would not hear your enemy say so, Nor shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? 380 We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hamlet. I prithee do not mock me, fellow student. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. 385 Hamlet. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father- methinks I see my father. 390 Horatio. O, where, my lord? Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Horatio. I saw him once. He was a goodly king. Hamlet. He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. 395 Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hamlet. Saw? who? Horatio. My lord, the King your father. Hamlet. The King my father? Horatio. Season your admiration for a while 400 With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Hamlet. For God's love let me hear! Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen 405 (Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them and with solemn march 410 Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me 415 In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes. I knew your father. 420 These hands are not more like. Hamlet. But where was this? Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Hamlet. Did you not speak to it? Horatio. My lord, I did; 425 But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up it head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away 430 And vanish'd from our sight. Hamlet. 'Tis very strange. Horatio. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. 435 Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] We do, my lord. Hamlet. Arm'd, say you? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord. 440 Hamlet. From top to toe? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot. Hamlet. Then saw you not his face? Horatio. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up. Hamlet. What, look'd he frowningly. 445 Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Pale or red? Horatio. Nay, very pale. Hamlet. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Horatio. Most constantly. 450 Hamlet. I would I had been there. Horatio. It would have much amaz'd you. Hamlet. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long? Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Longer, longer. 455 Horatio. Not when I saw't. Hamlet. His beard was grizzled- no? Horatio. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Hamlet. I will watch to-night. 460 Perchance 'twill walk again. Horatio. I warr'nt it will. Hamlet. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 465 If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding but no tongue. I will requite your loves. So, fare you well. 470 Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. All. Our duty to your honour. Hamlet. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt [all but Hamlet].] 475 My father's spirit- in arms? All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Exit. previous scene Act I, Scene 3 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Laertes. My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. 485 Ophelia. Do you doubt that? Laertes. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting; 490 The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. Ophelia. No more but so? Laertes. Think it no more. For nature crescent does not grow alone 495 In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will; but you must fear, 500 His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself, for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state, 505 And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place 510 May give his saying deed; which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open 515 To his unmast'red importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough 520 If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth 525 Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Ophelia. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, 530 Do not as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede. 535 Laertes. O, fear me not! [Enter Polonius. ] I stay too long. But here my father comes. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. 540 Polonius. Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There- my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 545 Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 550 Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 555 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. 560 Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all- to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, 565 Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell. My blessing season this in thee! Laertes. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Polonius. The time invites you. Go, your servants tend. Laertes. Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well 570 What I have said to you. Ophelia. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laertes. Farewell. Exit. Polonius. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? 575 Ophelia. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. Polonius. Marry, well bethought! 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. 580 If it be so- as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution- I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? Give me up the truth. 585 Ophelia. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. Polonius. Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? 590 Ophelia. I do not know, my lord, what I should think, Polonius. Marry, I will teach you! Think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, 595 Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Ophelia. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. Polonius. Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to! Ophelia. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, 600 With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Polonius. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks! I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both 605 Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, 610 Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, 615 But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, The better to beguile. This is for all: I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure 620 As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways. Ophelia. I shall obey, my lord. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 4 Elsinore. The platform before the Castle. next scene Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet. What hour now? Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve. Marcellus. No, it is struck. 630 Horatio. Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.] What does this mean, my lord? Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, 635 Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels, And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Horatio. Is it a custom? 640 Hamlet. Ay, marry, is't; But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed revel east and west 645 Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations; They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. 650 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 origin,- By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, 655 Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners, that these men Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, 660 Their 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 e'il Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal. 665 Enter Ghost. Horatio. Look, my lord, it comes! Hamlet. 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, 670 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 675 Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean 680 That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisits 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? 685 Say, why is this? wherefore? What should we do? Ghost beckons Hamlet. Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. 690 Marcellus. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground. But do not go with it! Horatio. No, by no means! Hamlet. It will not speak. Then will I follow it. 695 Horatio. Do not, my lord! Hamlet. Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? 700 It waves me forth again. I'll follow it. Horatio. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other, horrible form 705 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 710 And hears it roar beneath. Hamlet. It waves me still. Go on. I'll follow thee. Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord. Hamlet. Hold off your hands! 715 Horatio. Be rul'd. You shall not go. Hamlet. My fate cries out And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. [Ghost beckons.] 720 Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!- I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination. 725 Marcellus. Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. Horatio. Have after. To what issue will this come? Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Horatio. Heaven will direct it. Marcellus. Nay, let's follow him. 730 Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 5 Elsinore. The Castle. Another part of the fortifications. next scene Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further. Father's Ghost. Mark me. Hamlet. I will. 735 Father's Ghost. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost! Father's Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing 740 To what I shall unfold. Hamlet. Speak. I am bound to hear. Father's Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Hamlet. What? Father's Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, 745 Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, 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, 750 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 locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end 755 Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. 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- Hamlet. O God! 760 Father's Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Hamlet. Murther? Father's Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Hamlet. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift 765 As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Father's Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, 770 Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, 775 The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. O my prophetic soul! My uncle? Father's Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 780 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!- won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, 785 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! 790 But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. 795 But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebona in a vial, 800 And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, 805 And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust 810 All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd, 815 No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Hamlet. O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! Father's Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be 820 A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge 825 To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once. The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. Exit. Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 830 And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? 835 Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live 840 Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down 845 That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writes.] So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.' I have sworn't. 850 Horatio. [within] My lord, my lord! Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Marcellus. Lord Hamlet! Horatio. Heaven secure him! Hamlet. So be it! 855 Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord? Horatio. What news, my lord? Marcellus. O, wonderful! 860 Horatio. Good my lord, tell it. Hamlet. No, you will reveal it. Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven! Marcellus. Nor I, my lord. Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? 865 But you'll be secret? Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord. Hamlet. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave 870 To tell us this. Hamlet. Why, right! You are in the right! And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part; You, as your business and desires shall point you, 875 For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is; and for my own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray. Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hamlet. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; 880 Yes, faith, heartily. Horatio. There's no offence, my lord. Hamlet. 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. 885 For your desire to know what is between us, O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Horatio. What is't, my lord? We will. 890 Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not. Hamlet. Nay, but swear't. Horatio. In faith, My lord, not I. 895 Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith. Hamlet. Upon my sword. Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already. Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost cries under the stage. Father's Ghost. Swear. Hamlet. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny? Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage. Consent to swear. Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord. 905 Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. Hamlet. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, 910 And lay your hands again upon my sword. Never to speak of this that you have heard: Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear by his sword. Hamlet. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? 915 A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends." Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 920 But come! Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on), 925 That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' 930 Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me- this is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. 935 [They swear.] Hamlet. 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 friending to you, 940 God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. 945 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 1 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Polonius. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. Reynaldo. I will, my lord. Polonius. You shall do marvell's wisely, good Reynaldo, 950 Before You visit him, to make inquire Of his behaviour. Reynaldo. My lord, I did intend it. Polonius. Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; 955 And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it. 960 Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, And in part him.' Do you mark this, Reynaldo? Reynaldo. Ay, very well, my lord. Polonius. 'And in part him, but,' you may say, 'not well. 965 But if't 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 970 As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Reynaldo. As gaming, my lord. Polonius. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing. You may go so far. 975 Reynaldo. My lord, that would dishonour him. Polonius. Faith, no, 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 breathe his faults so quaintly 980 That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Reynaldo. But, my good lord- 985 Polonius. Wherefore should you do this? Reynaldo. Ay, my lord, I would know that. Polonius. Marry, sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of warrant. 990 You laying these slight sullies on my son As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working, Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes 995 The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence: 'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'- According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country- 1000 Reynaldo. Very good, my lord. Polonius. And then, sir, does 'a this- 'a does- What was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something! Where did I leave? Reynaldo. At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and gentleman.' 1005 Polonius. At 'closes in the consequence'- Ay, marry! He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman. I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then, with such or such; and, as you say, There was 'a gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; 1010 There falling out at tennis'; or perchance, 'I saw him enter such a house of sale,' Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. See you now- Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; 1015 And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out. So, by my former lecture and advice, Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? 1020 Reynaldo. My lord, I have. Polonius. God b' wi' ye, fare ye well! Reynaldo. Good my lord! [Going.] Polonius. Observe his inclination in yourself. Reynaldo. I shall, my lord. 1025 Polonius. And let him ply his music. Reynaldo. Well, my lord. Polonius. Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo.] [Enter Ophelia.] 1030 How now, Ophelia? What's the matter? Ophelia. O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Polonius. With what, i' th' name of God? Ophelia. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, 1035 No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle; Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell 1040 To speak of horrors- he comes before me. Polonius. Mad for thy love? Ophelia. My lord, I do not know, But truly I do fear it. Polonius. What said he? 1045 Ophelia. He took me by the wrist and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so. 1050 At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being. That done, he lets me go, 1055 And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me. Polonius. Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. 1060 This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. 1065 What, have you given him any hard words of late? Ophelia. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. Polonius. That hath made him mad. 1070 I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy! By heaven, it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions 1075 As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King. This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Come. 1080 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, cum aliis. Claudius. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Moreover that we much did long to see you, 1085 The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. So I call it, Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be, 1090 More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of. I entreat you both That, being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour, 1095 That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time; so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus 1100 That, open'd, lies within our remedy. Gertrude. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will 1105 As to expend your time with us awhile For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Rosencrantz. Both your Majesties 1110 Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Guildenstern. But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, 1115 To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. Claudius. Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Gertrude. Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. And I beseech you instantly to visit 1120 My too much changed son.- Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guildenstern. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Gertrude. Ay, amen! 1125 Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, [with some Attendants]. Enter Polonius. Polonius. Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. Claudius. Thou still hast been the father of good news. 1130 Polonius. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king; And I do think- or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure 1135 As it hath us'd to do- that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Claudius. O, speak of that! That do I long to hear. Polonius. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. 1140 Claudius. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius.] He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Gertrude. I doubt it is no other but the main, 1145 His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Claudius. Well, we shall sift him. [Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.] Welcome, my good friends. Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway? 1150 Voltemand. Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But better look'd into, he truly found 1155 It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys, Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, 1160 Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, 1165 So levied as before, against the Polack; With an entreaty, herein further shown, [Gives a paper.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, 1170 On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Claudius. It likes us well; And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. 1175 Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour. Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors. Polonius. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate 1180 What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 1185 I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Gertrude. More matter, with less art. 1190 Polonius. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure! But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then. And now remains 1195 That we find out the cause of this effect- Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. 1200 I have a daughter (have while she is mine), Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise. [Reads] the letter.] 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,'- 1205 That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile phrase. But you shall hear. Thus: [Reads.] 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' Gertrude. Came this from Hamlet to her? 1210 Polonius. Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful. [Reads.] 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. 1215 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. 'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET.' 1220 This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me; And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. Claudius. But how hath she 1225 Receiv'd his love? Polonius. What do you think of me? Claudius. As of a man faithful and honourable. Polonius. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing 1230 (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me), what might you, Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk or table book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, 1235 Or look'd upon this love with idle sight? What might you think? No, I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star. This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her, 1240 That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice, And he, repulsed, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, 1245 Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for. Claudius. Do you think 'tis this? 1250 Gertrude. it may be, very like. Polonius. Hath there been such a time- I would fain know that- That I have Positively said 'Tis so,' When it prov'd otherwise.? Claudius. Not that I know. 1255 Polonius. [points to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. Claudius. How may we try it further? 1260 Polonius. You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby. Gertrude. So he does indeed. Polonius. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. Be you and I behind an arras then. 1265 Mark the encounter. If he love her not, And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters. Claudius. We will try it. 1270 Enter Hamlet, reading on a book. Gertrude. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away I'll board him presently. O, give me leave. [Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].] 1275 How does my good Lord Hamlet? Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy. Polonius. Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet. Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. Polonius. Not I, my lord. 1280 Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man. Polonius. Honest, my lord? Hamlet. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand. Polonius. That's very true, my lord. 1285 Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion- Have you a daughter? Polonius. I have, my lord. Hamlet. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't. 1290 Polonius. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you read, my lord? 1295 Hamlet. Words, words, words. Polonius. What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet. Between who? Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Hamlet. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men 1300 have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, 1305 should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward. Polonius. [aside] Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't.- Will You walk out of the air, my lord? Hamlet. Into my grave? Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' th' air. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes 1310 his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. 1315 Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Polonius. Fare you well, my lord. 1320 Hamlet. These tedious old fools! Polonius. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is. Rosencrantz. [to Polonius] God save you, sir! Exit [Polonius]. Guildenstern. My honour'd lord! 1325 Rosencrantz. My most dear lord! Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? Rosencrantz. As the indifferent children of the earth. Guildenstern. Happy in that we are not over-happy. 1330 On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe? Rosencrantz. Neither, my lord. Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours? 1335 Guildenstern. Faith, her privates we. Hamlet. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a strumpet. What news ? Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. Hamlet. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me 1340 question more in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? Guildenstern. Prison, my lord? Hamlet. Denmark's a prison. 1345 Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord. Hamlet. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good 1350 or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your mind. Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. 1355 Guildenstern. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow. Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. 1360 Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. Rosencrantz. [with Guildenstern] We'll wait upon you. Hamlet. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my 1365 servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? Rosencrantz. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Hamlet. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; 1370 and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak. Guildenstern. What should we say, my lord? Hamlet. Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and 1375 there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you. Rosencrantz. To what end, my lord? Hamlet. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights 1380 of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. Rosencrantz. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you? 1385 Hamlet. [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold not off. Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for. Hamlet. I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no 1390 feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical 1395 roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the 1400 beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? 1405 Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and 1410 target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are they? 1415 Rosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the tragedians of the city. Hamlet. How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways. Rosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late 1420 innovation. Hamlet. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so follow'd? Rosencrantz. No indeed are they not. Hamlet. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? 1425 Rosencrantz. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and 1430 dare scarce come thither. Hamlet. What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means 1435 are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession. Rosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player 1440 went to cuffs in the question. Hamlet. Is't possible? Guildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains. Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away? Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too. 1445 Hamlet. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. 14

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spam Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo, [who approaches him]. Bernardo. Who's there? Francisco. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself. Bernardo. Long live the King! Francisco. Bernardo? 5 Bernardo. He. Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour. Bernardo. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco. Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. 10 Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Francisco. Not a mouse stirring. Bernardo. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. 15 Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Francisco. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there? Horatio. Friends to this ground. Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane. Francisco. Give you good night. 20 Marcellus. O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath reliev'd you? Francisco. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. Exit. Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo! 25 Bernardo. Say- What, is Horatio there ? Horatio. A piece of him. Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus. Marcellus. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? 30 Bernardo. I have seen nothing. Marcellus. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us. Therefore I have entreated him along, 35 With us to watch the minutes of this night, That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Horatio. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Bernardo. Sit down awhile, 40 And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Horatio. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. 45 Bernardo. Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one- 50 Enter Ghost. Marcellus. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead. Marcellus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Bernardo. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio. 55 Horatio. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder. Bernardo. It would be spoke to. Marcellus. Question it, Horatio. Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night Together with that fair and warlike form 60 In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak! Marcellus. It is offended. Bernardo. See, it stalks away! Horatio. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee speak! 65 Exit Ghost. Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer. Bernardo. How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale. Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? 70 Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Marcellus. Is it not like the King? Horatio. As thou art to thyself. 75 Such was the very armour he had on When he th' ambitious Norway combated. So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 'Tis strange. 80 Marcellus. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not; But, in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 85 Marcellus. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; 90 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? Who is't that can inform me? 95 Horatio. That can I. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, 100 Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands 105 Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror; Against the which a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant 110 And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, 115 For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't; which is no other, As it doth well appear unto our state, But to recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands 120 So by his father lost; and this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations, The source of this our watch, and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Bernardo. I think it be no other but e'en so. 125 Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the King That was and is the question of these wars. Horatio. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 130 A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star 135 Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, 140 Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. [Enter Ghost again.] But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion! 145 [Spreads his arms.] If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me, 150 Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 155 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth (For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death), [The cock crows.] Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus! Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? 160 Horatio. Do, if it will not stand. Bernardo. 'Tis here! Horatio. 'Tis here! Marcellus. 'Tis gone! [Exit Ghost.] 165 We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. 170 Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, 175 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation. Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 180 Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, 185 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Horatio. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. 190 Break we our watch up; and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, 195 As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, [Voltemand, Cornelius,] Lords Attendant. Claudius. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 205 That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, 210 With an auspicious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 215 With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, 220 Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bands of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him. 225 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress 230 His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, 235 Giving to you no further personal power To business with the King, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.] Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. Cornelius. [with Voltemand] In that, and all things, will we show our duty. 240 Claudius. We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell. [Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.] And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane 245 And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. 250 What wouldst thou have, Laertes? Laertes. My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation, 255 Yet now I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Claudius. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave 260 By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. Claudius. Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will! 265 But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son- Hamlet. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind! Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet. Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun. Gertrude. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, 270 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. 275 Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Gertrude. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 280 Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, 285 'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show- These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Claudius. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, 290 To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever 295 In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschool'd; 300 For what we know must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 305 To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died to-day, 'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us 310 As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. For your intent 315 In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire; And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. 320 Gertrude. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Claudius. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply. Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come. 325 This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, 330 Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Hamlet. O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 335 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature 340 Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 345 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month- Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!- 350 A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle; 355 My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post 360 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 Bernardo. Horatio. Hail to your lordship! 365 Hamlet. I am glad to see you well. Horatio!- or I do forget myself. Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Hamlet. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? 370 Marcellus? Marcellus. My good lord! Hamlet. I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.- But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Horatio. A truant disposition, good my lord. 375 Hamlet. I would not hear your enemy say so, Nor shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? 380 We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hamlet. I prithee do not mock me, fellow student. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. 385 Hamlet. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father- methinks I see my father. 390 Horatio. O, where, my lord? Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Horatio. I saw him once. He was a goodly king. Hamlet. He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. 395 Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hamlet. Saw? who? Horatio. My lord, the King your father. Hamlet. The King my father? Horatio. Season your admiration for a while 400 With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Hamlet. For God's love let me hear! Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen 405 (Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them and with solemn march 410 Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me 415 In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes. I knew your father. 420 These hands are not more like. Hamlet. But where was this? Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Hamlet. Did you not speak to it? Horatio. My lord, I did; 425 But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up it head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away 430 And vanish'd from our sight. Hamlet. 'Tis very strange. Horatio. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. 435 Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] We do, my lord. Hamlet. Arm'd, say you? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord. 440 Hamlet. From top to toe? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot. Hamlet. Then saw you not his face? Horatio. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up. Hamlet. What, look'd he frowningly. 445 Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Pale or red? Horatio. Nay, very pale. Hamlet. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Horatio. Most constantly. 450 Hamlet. I would I had been there. Horatio. It would have much amaz'd you. Hamlet. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long? Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Longer, longer. 455 Horatio. Not when I saw't. Hamlet. His beard was grizzled- no? Horatio. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Hamlet. I will watch to-night. 460 Perchance 'twill walk again. Horatio. I warr'nt it will. Hamlet. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 465 If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding but no tongue. I will requite your loves. So, fare you well. 470 Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. All. Our duty to your honour. Hamlet. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt [all but Hamlet].] 475 My father's spirit- in arms? All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Exit. previous scene Act I, Scene 3 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Laertes. My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. 485 Ophelia. Do you doubt that? Laertes. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting; 490 The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. Ophelia. No more but so? Laertes. Think it no more. For nature crescent does not grow alone 495 In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will; but you must fear, 500 His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself, for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state, 505 And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place 510 May give his saying deed; which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open 515 To his unmast'red importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough 520 If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth 525 Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Ophelia. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, 530 Do not as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede. 535 Laertes. O, fear me not! [Enter Polonius. ] I stay too long. But here my father comes. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. 540 Polonius. Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There- my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 545 Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 550 Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 555 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. 560 Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all- to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, 565 Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell. My blessing season this in thee! Laertes. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Polonius. The time invites you. Go, your servants tend. Laertes. Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well 570 What I have said to you. Ophelia. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laertes. Farewell. Exit. Polonius. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? 575 Ophelia. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. Polonius. Marry, well bethought! 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. 580 If it be so- as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution- I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? Give me up the truth. 585 Ophelia. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. Polonius. Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? 590 Ophelia. I do not know, my lord, what I should think, Polonius. Marry, I will teach you! Think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, 595 Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Ophelia. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. Polonius. Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to! Ophelia. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, 600 With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Polonius. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks! I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both 605 Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, 610 Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, 615 But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, The better to beguile. This is for all: I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure 620 As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways. Ophelia. I shall obey, my lord. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 4 Elsinore. The platform before the Castle. next scene Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet. What hour now? Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve. Marcellus. No, it is struck. 630 Horatio. Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.] What does this mean, my lord? Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, 635 Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels, And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Horatio. Is it a custom? 640 Hamlet. Ay, marry, is't; But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed revel east and west 645 Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations; They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. 650 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 origin,- By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, 655 Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners, that these men Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, 660 Their 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 e'il Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal. 665 Enter Ghost. Horatio. Look, my lord, it comes! Hamlet. 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, 670 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 675 Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean 680 That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisits 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? 685 Say, why is this? wherefore? What should we do? Ghost beckons Hamlet. Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. 690 Marcellus. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground. But do not go with it! Horatio. No, by no means! Hamlet. It will not speak. Then will I follow it. 695 Horatio. Do not, my lord! Hamlet. Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? 700 It waves me forth again. I'll follow it. Horatio. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other, horrible form 705 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 710 And hears it roar beneath. Hamlet. It waves me still. Go on. I'll follow thee. Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord. Hamlet. Hold off your hands! 715 Horatio. Be rul'd. You shall not go. Hamlet. My fate cries out And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. [Ghost beckons.] 720 Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!- I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination. 725 Marcellus. Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. Horatio. Have after. To what issue will this come? Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Horatio. Heaven will direct it. Marcellus. Nay, let's follow him. 730 Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 5 Elsinore. The Castle. Another part of the fortifications. next scene Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further. Father's Ghost. Mark me. Hamlet. I will. 735 Father's Ghost. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost! Father's Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing 740 To what I shall unfold. Hamlet. Speak. I am bound to hear. Father's Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Hamlet. What? Father's Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, 745 Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, 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, 750 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 locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end 755 Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. 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- Hamlet. O God! 760 Father's Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Hamlet. Murther? Father's Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Hamlet. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift 765 As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Father's Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, 770 Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, 775 The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. O my prophetic soul! My uncle? Father's Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 780 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!- won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, 785 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! 790 But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. 795 But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebona in a vial, 800 And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, 805 And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust 810 All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd, 815 No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Hamlet. O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! Father's Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be 820 A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge 825 To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once. The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. Exit. Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 830 And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? 835 Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live 840 Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down 845 That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writes.] So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.' I have sworn't. 850 Horatio. [within] My lord, my lord! Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Marcellus. Lord Hamlet! Horatio. Heaven secure him! Hamlet. So be it! 855 Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord? Horatio. What news, my lord? Marcellus. O, wonderful! 860 Horatio. Good my lord, tell it. Hamlet. No, you will reveal it. Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven! Marcellus. Nor I, my lord. Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? 865 But you'll be secret? Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord. Hamlet. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave 870 To tell us this. Hamlet. Why, right! You are in the right! And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part; You, as your business and desires shall point you, 875 For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is; and for my own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray. Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hamlet. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; 880 Yes, faith, heartily. Horatio. There's no offence, my lord. Hamlet. 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. 885 For your desire to know what is between us, O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Horatio. What is't, my lord? We will. 890 Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not. Hamlet. Nay, but swear't. Horatio. In faith, My lord, not I. 895 Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith. Hamlet. Upon my sword. Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already. Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost cries under the stage. Father's Ghost. Swear. Hamlet. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny? Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage. Consent to swear. Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord. 905 Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. Hamlet. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, 910 And lay your hands again upon my sword. Never to speak of this that you have heard: Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear by his sword. Hamlet. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? 915 A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends." Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 920 But come! Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on), 925 That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' 930 Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me- this is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. 935 [They swear.] Hamlet. 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 friending to you, 940 God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. 945 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 1 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Polonius. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. Reynaldo. I will, my lord. Polonius. You shall do marvell's wisely, good Reynaldo, 950 Before You visit him, to make inquire Of his behaviour. Reynaldo. My lord, I did intend it. Polonius. Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; 955 And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it. 960 Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, And in part him.' Do you mark this, Reynaldo? Reynaldo. Ay, very well, my lord. Polonius. 'And in part him, but,' you may say, 'not well. 965 But if't 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 970 As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Reynaldo. As gaming, my lord. Polonius. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing. You may go so far. 975 Reynaldo. My lord, that would dishonour him. Polonius. Faith, no, 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 breathe his faults so quaintly 980 That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Reynaldo. But, my good lord- 985 Polonius. Wherefore should you do this? Reynaldo. Ay, my lord, I would know that. Polonius. Marry, sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of warrant. 990 You laying these slight sullies on my son As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working, Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes 995 The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence: 'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'- According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country- 1000 Reynaldo. Very good, my lord. Polonius. And then, sir, does 'a this- 'a does- What was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something! Where did I leave? Reynaldo. At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and gentleman.' 1005 Polonius. At 'closes in the consequence'- Ay, marry! He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman. I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then, with such or such; and, as you say, There was 'a gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; 1010 There falling out at tennis'; or perchance, 'I saw him enter such a house of sale,' Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. See you now- Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; 1015 And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out. So, by my former lecture and advice, Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? 1020 Reynaldo. My lord, I have. Polonius. God b' wi' ye, fare ye well! Reynaldo. Good my lord! [Going.] Polonius. Observe his inclination in yourself. Reynaldo. I shall, my lord. 1025 Polonius. And let him ply his music. Reynaldo. Well, my lord. Polonius. Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo.] [Enter Ophelia.] 1030 How now, Ophelia? What's the matter? Ophelia. O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Polonius. With what, i' th' name of God? Ophelia. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, 1035 No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle; Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell 1040 To speak of horrors- he comes before me. Polonius. Mad for thy love? Ophelia. My lord, I do not know, But truly I do fear it. Polonius. What said he? 1045 Ophelia. He took me by the wrist and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so. 1050 At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being. That done, he lets me go, 1055 And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me. Polonius. Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. 1060 This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. 1065 What, have you given him any hard words of late? Ophelia. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. Polonius. That hath made him mad. 1070 I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy! By heaven, it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions 1075 As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King. This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Come. 1080 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, cum aliis. Claudius. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Moreover that we much did long to see you, 1085 The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. So I call it, Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be, 1090 More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of. I entreat you both That, being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour, 1095 That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time; so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus 1100 That, open'd, lies within our remedy. Gertrude. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will 1105 As to expend your time with us awhile For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Rosencrantz. Both your Majesties 1110 Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Guildenstern. But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, 1115 To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. Claudius. Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Gertrude. Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. And I beseech you instantly to visit 1120 My too much changed son.- Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guildenstern. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Gertrude. Ay, amen! 1125 Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, [with some Attendants]. Enter Polonius. Polonius. Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. Claudius. Thou still hast been the father of good news. 1130 Polonius. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king; And I do think- or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure 1135 As it hath us'd to do- that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Claudius. O, speak of that! That do I long to hear. Polonius. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. 1140 Claudius. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius.] He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Gertrude. I doubt it is no other but the main, 1145 His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Claudius. Well, we shall sift him. [Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.] Welcome, my good friends. Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway? 1150 Voltemand. Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But better look'd into, he truly found 1155 It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys, Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, 1160 Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, 1165 So levied as before, against the Polack; With an entreaty, herein further shown, [Gives a paper.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, 1170 On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Claudius. It likes us well; And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. 1175 Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour. Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors. Polonius. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate 1180 What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 1185 I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Gertrude. More matter, with less art. 1190 Polonius. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure! But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then. And now remains 1195 That we find out the cause of this effect- Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. 1200 I have a daughter (have while she is mine), Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise. [Reads] the letter.] 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,'- 1205 That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile phrase. But you shall hear. Thus: [Reads.] 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' Gertrude. Came this from Hamlet to her? 1210 Polonius. Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful. [Reads.] 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. 1215 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. 'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET.' 1220 This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me; And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. Claudius. But how hath she 1225 Receiv'd his love? Polonius. What do you think of me? Claudius. As of a man faithful and honourable. Polonius. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing 1230 (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me), what might you, Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk or table book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, 1235 Or look'd upon this love with idle sight? What might you think? No, I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star. This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her, 1240 That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice, And he, repulsed, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, 1245 Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for. Claudius. Do you think 'tis this? 1250 Gertrude. it may be, very like. Polonius. Hath there been such a time- I would fain know that- That I have Positively said 'Tis so,' When it prov'd otherwise.? Claudius. Not that I know. 1255 Polonius. [points to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. Claudius. How may we try it further? 1260 Polonius. You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby. Gertrude. So he does indeed. Polonius. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. Be you and I behind an arras then. 1265 Mark the encounter. If he love her not, And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters. Claudius. We will try it. 1270 Enter Hamlet, reading on a book. Gertrude. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away I'll board him presently. O, give me leave. [Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].] 1275 How does my good Lord Hamlet? Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy. Polonius. Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet. Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. Polonius. Not I, my lord. 1280 Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man. Polonius. Honest, my lord? Hamlet. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand. Polonius. That's very true, my lord. 1285 Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion- Have you a daughter? Polonius. I have, my lord. Hamlet. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't. 1290 Polonius. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you read, my lord? 1295 Hamlet. Words, words, words. Polonius. What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet. Between who? Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Hamlet. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men 1300 have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, 1305 should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward. Polonius. [aside] Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't.- Will You walk out of the air, my lord? Hamlet. Into my grave? Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' th' air. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes 1310 his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. 1315 Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Polonius. Fare you well, my lord. 1320 Hamlet. These tedious old fools! Polonius. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is. Rosencrantz. [to Polonius] God save you, sir! Exit [Polonius]. Guildenstern. My honour'd lord! 1325 Rosencrantz. My most dear lord! Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? Rosencrantz. As the indifferent children of the earth. Guildenstern. Happy in that we are not over-happy. 1330 On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe? Rosencrantz. Neither, my lord. Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours? 1335 Guildenstern. Faith, her privates we. Hamlet. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a strumpet. What news ? Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. Hamlet. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me 1340 question more in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? Guildenstern. Prison, my lord? Hamlet. Denmark's a prison. 1345 Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord. Hamlet. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good 1350 or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your mind. Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. 1355 Guildenstern. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow. Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. 1360 Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. Rosencrantz. [with Guildenstern] We'll wait upon you. Hamlet. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my 1365 servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? Rosencrantz. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Hamlet. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; 1370 and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak. Guildenstern. What should we say, my lord? Hamlet. Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and 1375 there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you. Rosencrantz. To what end, my lord? Hamlet. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights 1380 of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. Rosencrantz. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you? 1385 Hamlet. [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold not off. Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for. Hamlet. I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no 1390 feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical 1395 roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the 1400 beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? 1405 Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and 1410 target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are they? 1415 Rosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the tragedians of the city. Hamlet. How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways. Rosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late 1420 innovation. Hamlet. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so follow'd? Rosencrantz. No indeed are they not. Hamlet. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? 1425 Rosencrantz. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and 1430 dare scarce come thither. Hamlet. What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means 1435 are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession. Rosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player 1440 went to cuffs in the question. Hamlet. Is't possible? Guildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains. Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away? Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too. 1445 Hamlet. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. 145

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Enter two Sentinels-[first,] Francisco, [who paces up and down at his post; then] Bernardo, [who approaches him]. Bernardo. Who's there? Francisco. Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself. Bernardo. Long live the King! Francisco. Bernardo? 5 Bernardo. He. Francisco. You come most carefully upon your hour. Bernardo. 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco. Francisco. For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. 10 Bernardo. Have you had quiet guard? Francisco. Not a mouse stirring. Bernardo. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. 15 Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Francisco. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who is there? Horatio. Friends to this ground. Marcellus. And liegemen to the Dane. Francisco. Give you good night. 20 Marcellus. O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath reliev'd you? Francisco. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night. Exit. Marcellus. Holla, Bernardo! 25 Bernardo. Say- What, is Horatio there ? Horatio. A piece of him. Bernardo. Welcome, Horatio. Welcome, good Marcellus. Marcellus. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? 30 Bernardo. I have seen nothing. Marcellus. Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us. Therefore I have entreated him along, 35 With us to watch the minutes of this night, That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes and speak to it. Horatio. Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. Bernardo. Sit down awhile, 40 And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Horatio. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. 45 Bernardo. Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one- 50 Enter Ghost. Marcellus. Peace! break thee off! Look where it comes again! Bernardo. In the same figure, like the King that's dead. Marcellus. Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. Bernardo. Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio. 55 Horatio. Most like. It harrows me with fear and wonder. Bernardo. It would be spoke to. Marcellus. Question it, Horatio. Horatio. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night Together with that fair and warlike form 60 In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak! Marcellus. It is offended. Bernardo. See, it stalks away! Horatio. Stay! Speak, speak! I charge thee speak! 65 Exit Ghost. Marcellus. 'Tis gone and will not answer. Bernardo. How now, Horatio? You tremble and look pale. Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on't? 70 Horatio. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Marcellus. Is it not like the King? Horatio. As thou art to thyself. 75 Such was the very armour he had on When he th' ambitious Norway combated. So frown'd he once when, in an angry parle, He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. 'Tis strange. 80 Marcellus. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Horatio. In what particular thought to work I know not; But, in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 85 Marcellus. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows, Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war; 90 Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? Who is't that can inform me? 95 Horatio. That can I. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, 100 Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands 105 Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror; Against the which a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher, as, by the same cov'nant 110 And carriage of the article design'd, His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, 115 For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't; which is no other, As it doth well appear unto our state, But to recover of us, by strong hand And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands 120 So by his father lost; and this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations, The source of this our watch, and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Bernardo. I think it be no other but e'en so. 125 Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the King That was and is the question of these wars. Horatio. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 130 A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets; As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star 135 Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, 140 Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Unto our climature and countrymen. [Enter Ghost again.] But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion! 145 [Spreads his arms.] If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me. If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me, 150 Speak to me. If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which happily foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life 155 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth (For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death), [The cock crows.] Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus! Marcellus. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? 160 Horatio. Do, if it will not stand. Bernardo. 'Tis here! Horatio. 'Tis here! Marcellus. 'Tis gone! [Exit Ghost.] 165 We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Bernardo. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. 170 Horatio. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, 175 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation. Marcellus. It faded on the crowing of the cock. 180 Some say that ever, 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, 185 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Horatio. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill. 190 Break we our watch up; and by my advice Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, 195 As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, [Voltemand, Cornelius,] Lords Attendant. Claudius. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green, and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature 205 That we with wisest sorrow think on him Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, 210 With an auspicious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone 215 With this affair along. For all, our thanks. Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, 220 Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bands of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for him. 225 Now for ourself and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: we have here writ To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, Who, impotent and bedrid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress 230 His further gait herein, in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions are all made Out of his subject; and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway, 235 Giving to you no further personal power To business with the King, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.] Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. Cornelius. [with Voltemand] In that, and all things, will we show our duty. 240 Claudius. We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell. [Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.] And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane 245 And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. 250 What wouldst thou have, Laertes? Laertes. My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark To show my duty in your coronation, 255 Yet now I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Claudius. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? Polonius. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave 260 By laboursome petition, and at last Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent. I do beseech you give him leave to go. Claudius. Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine, And thy best graces spend it at thy will! 265 But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son- Hamlet. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind! Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? Hamlet. Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun. Gertrude. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, 270 And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. 275 Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common. Gertrude. If it be, Why seems it so particular with thee? Hamlet. Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, 280 Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, 285 'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show- These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Claudius. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, 290 To give these mourning duties to your father; But you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever 295 In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness. 'Tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschool'd; 300 For what we know must be, and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 305 To reason most absurd, whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corse till he that died to-day, 'This must be so.' We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe, and think of us 310 As of a father; for let the world take note You are the most immediate to our throne, And with no less nobility of love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you. For your intent 315 In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire; And we beseech you, bend you to remain Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. 320 Gertrude. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet. I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Claudius. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply. Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come. 325 This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, 330 Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Hamlet. O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd 335 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature 340 Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven 345 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month- Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!- 350 A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer) married with my uncle; 355 My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post 360 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 Bernardo. Horatio. Hail to your lordship! 365 Hamlet. I am glad to see you well. Horatio!- or I do forget myself. Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Hamlet. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? 370 Marcellus? Marcellus. My good lord! Hamlet. I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.- But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Horatio. A truant disposition, good my lord. 375 Hamlet. I would not hear your enemy say so, Nor shall you do my ear that violence To make it truster of your own report Against yourself. I know you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? 380 We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hamlet. I prithee do not mock me, fellow student. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. 385 Hamlet. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father- methinks I see my father. 390 Horatio. O, where, my lord? Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Horatio. I saw him once. He was a goodly king. Hamlet. He was a man, take him for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. 395 Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Hamlet. Saw? who? Horatio. My lord, the King your father. Hamlet. The King my father? Horatio. Season your admiration for a while 400 With an attent ear, till I may deliver Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Hamlet. For God's love let me hear! Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen 405 (Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them and with solemn march 410 Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk'd By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me 415 In dreadful secrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes. I knew your father. 420 These hands are not more like. Hamlet. But where was this? Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Hamlet. Did you not speak to it? Horatio. My lord, I did; 425 But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up it head and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak; But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away 430 And vanish'd from our sight. Hamlet. 'Tis very strange. Horatio. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it. 435 Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] We do, my lord. Hamlet. Arm'd, say you? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord. 440 Hamlet. From top to toe? Marcellus. [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot. Hamlet. Then saw you not his face? Horatio. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up. Hamlet. What, look'd he frowningly. 445 Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Pale or red? Horatio. Nay, very pale. Hamlet. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Horatio. Most constantly. 450 Hamlet. I would I had been there. Horatio. It would have much amaz'd you. Hamlet. Very like, very like. Stay'd it long? Horatio. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Longer, longer. 455 Horatio. Not when I saw't. Hamlet. His beard was grizzled- no? Horatio. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Hamlet. I will watch to-night. 460 Perchance 'twill walk again. Horatio. I warr'nt it will. Hamlet. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, 465 If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding but no tongue. I will requite your loves. So, fare you well. 470 Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you. All. Our duty to your honour. Hamlet. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt [all but Hamlet].] 475 My father's spirit- in arms? All is not well. I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Exit. previous scene Act I, Scene 3 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Laertes and Ophelia. Laertes. My necessaries are embark'd. Farewell. And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. 485 Ophelia. Do you doubt that? Laertes. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood; A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent- sweet, not lasting; 490 The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. Ophelia. No more but so? Laertes. Think it no more. For nature crescent does not grow alone 495 In thews and bulk; but as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of his will; but you must fear, 500 His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth. He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself, for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state, 505 And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, It fits your wisdom so far to believe it As he in his particular act and place 510 May give his saying deed; which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain If with too credent ear you list his songs, Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open 515 To his unmast'red importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough 520 If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Virtue itself scopes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth 525 Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Ophelia. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, 530 Do not as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede. 535 Laertes. O, fear me not! [Enter Polonius. ] I stay too long. But here my father comes. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. 540 Polonius. Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There- my blessing with thee! And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 545 Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 550 Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. 555 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that. 560 Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all- to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, 565 Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell. My blessing season this in thee! Laertes. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Polonius. The time invites you. Go, your servants tend. Laertes. Farewell, Ophelia, and remember well 570 What I have said to you. Ophelia. 'Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laertes. Farewell. Exit. Polonius. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? 575 Ophelia. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. Polonius. Marry, well bethought! 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given private time to you, and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and bounteous. 580 If it be so- as so 'tis put on me, And that in way of caution- I must tell you You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behooves my daughter and your honour. What is between you? Give me up the truth. 585 Ophelia. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders Of his affection to me. Polonius. Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? 590 Ophelia. I do not know, my lord, what I should think, Polonius. Marry, I will teach you! Think yourself a baby That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly, Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, 595 Running it thus) you'll tender me a fool. Ophelia. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love In honourable fashion. Polonius. Ay, fashion you may call it. Go to, go to! Ophelia. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, 600 With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Polonius. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks! I do know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. These blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, extinct in both 605 Even in their promise, as it is a-making, You must not take for fire. From this time Be something scanter of your maiden presence. Set your entreatments at a higher rate Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, 610 Believe so much in him, that he is young, And with a larger tether may he walk Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, 615 But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, The better to beguile. This is for all: I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure 620 As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways. Ophelia. I shall obey, my lord. Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 4 Elsinore. The platform before the Castle. next scene Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus. Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet. What hour now? Horatio. I think it lacks of twelve. Marcellus. No, it is struck. 630 Horatio. Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. [A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.] What does this mean, my lord? Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, 635 Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels, And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge. Horatio. Is it a custom? 640 Hamlet. Ay, marry, is't; But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. This heavy-headed revel east and west 645 Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations; They clip us drunkards and with swinish phrase Soil our addition; and indeed it takes From our achievements, though perform'd at height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. 650 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 origin,- By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, 655 Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'erleavens The form of plausive manners, that these men Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, 660 Their 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 e'il Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal. 665 Enter Ghost. Horatio. Look, my lord, it comes! Hamlet. 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, 670 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 675 Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean 680 That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisits 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? 685 Say, why is this? wherefore? What should we do? Ghost beckons Hamlet. Horatio. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. 690 Marcellus. Look with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground. But do not go with it! Horatio. No, by no means! Hamlet. It will not speak. Then will I follow it. 695 Horatio. Do not, my lord! Hamlet. Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself? 700 It waves me forth again. I'll follow it. Horatio. What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other, horrible form 705 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 710 And hears it roar beneath. Hamlet. It waves me still. Go on. I'll follow thee. Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord. Hamlet. Hold off your hands! 715 Horatio. Be rul'd. You shall not go. Hamlet. My fate cries out And makes each petty artire in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. [Ghost beckons.] 720 Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!- I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee. Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Horatio. He waxes desperate with imagination. 725 Marcellus. Let's follow. 'Tis not fit thus to obey him. Horatio. Have after. To what issue will this come? Marcellus. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Horatio. Heaven will direct it. Marcellus. Nay, let's follow him. 730 Exeunt. previous scene Act I, Scene 5 Elsinore. The Castle. Another part of the fortifications. next scene Enter Ghost and Hamlet. Hamlet. Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further. Father's Ghost. Mark me. Hamlet. I will. 735 Father's Ghost. My hour is almost come, When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost! Father's Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing 740 To what I shall unfold. Hamlet. Speak. I am bound to hear. Father's Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. Hamlet. What? Father's Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, 745 Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, 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, 750 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 locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end 755 Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. 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- Hamlet. O God! 760 Father's Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Hamlet. Murther? Father's Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. Hamlet. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift 765 As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge. Father's Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, 770 Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear. 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me. So the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd. But know, thou noble youth, 775 The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown. Hamlet. O my prophetic soul! My uncle? Father's Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 780 With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!- won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there, 785 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! 790 But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, Will sate itself in a celestial bed And prey on garbage. 795 But soft! methinks I scent the morning air. Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebona in a vial, 800 And in the porches of my ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body, 805 And with a sudden vigour it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood. So did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust 810 All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd, 815 No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Hamlet. O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! Father's Ghost. If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. Let not the royal bed of Denmark be 820 A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge 825 To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once. The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. Exit. Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? 830 And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? 835 Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live 840 Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter. Yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down 845 That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writes.] So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.' I have sworn't. 850 Horatio. [within] My lord, my lord! Enter Horatio and Marcellus. Marcellus. Lord Hamlet! Horatio. Heaven secure him! Hamlet. So be it! 855 Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord! Hamlet. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come. Marcellus. How is't, my noble lord? Horatio. What news, my lord? Marcellus. O, wonderful! 860 Horatio. Good my lord, tell it. Hamlet. No, you will reveal it. Horatio. Not I, my lord, by heaven! Marcellus. Nor I, my lord. Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it? 865 But you'll be secret? Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord. Hamlet. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave 870 To tell us this. Hamlet. Why, right! You are in the right! And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part; You, as your business and desires shall point you, 875 For every man hath business and desire, Such as it is; and for my own poor part, Look you, I'll go pray. Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. Hamlet. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; 880 Yes, faith, heartily. Horatio. There's no offence, my lord. Hamlet. 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. 885 For your desire to know what is between us, O'ermaster't as you may. And now, good friends, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, Give me one poor request. Horatio. What is't, my lord? We will. 890 Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night. Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not. Hamlet. Nay, but swear't. Horatio. In faith, My lord, not I. 895 Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith. Hamlet. Upon my sword. Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already. Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. Ghost cries under the stage. Father's Ghost. Swear. Hamlet. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny? Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage. Consent to swear. Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord. 905 Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen. Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. Hamlet. Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground. Come hither, gentlemen, 910 And lay your hands again upon my sword. Never to speak of this that you have heard: Swear by my sword. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear by his sword. Hamlet. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast? 915 A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends." Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 920 But come! Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself (As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on), 925 That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' 930 Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me- this is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear. 935 [They swear.] Hamlet. 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 friending to you, 940 God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your lips, I pray. The time is out of joint. O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! Nay, come, let's go together. 945 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 1 Elsinore. A room in the house of Polonius. next scene Enter Polonius and Reynaldo. Polonius. Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. Reynaldo. I will, my lord. Polonius. You shall do marvell's wisely, good Reynaldo, 950 Before You visit him, to make inquire Of his behaviour. Reynaldo. My lord, I did intend it. Polonius. Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir, Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris; 955 And how, and who, what means, and where they keep, What company, at what expense; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son, come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it. 960 Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, And in part him.' Do you mark this, Reynaldo? Reynaldo. Ay, very well, my lord. Polonius. 'And in part him, but,' you may say, 'not well. 965 But if't 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 970 As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Reynaldo. As gaming, my lord. Polonius. Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, Drabbing. You may go so far. 975 Reynaldo. My lord, that would dishonour him. Polonius. Faith, no, 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 breathe his faults so quaintly 980 That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault. Reynaldo. But, my good lord- 985 Polonius. Wherefore should you do this? Reynaldo. Ay, my lord, I would know that. Polonius. Marry, sir, here's my drift, And I believe it is a fetch of warrant. 990 You laying these slight sullies on my son As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' th' working, Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes 995 The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd He closes with you in this consequence: 'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman'- According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country- 1000 Reynaldo. Very good, my lord. Polonius. And then, sir, does 'a this- 'a does- What was I about to say? By the mass, I was about to say something! Where did I leave? Reynaldo. At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and gentleman.' 1005 Polonius. At 'closes in the consequence'- Ay, marry! He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman. I saw him yesterday, or t'other day, Or then, or then, with such or such; and, as you say, There was 'a gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; 1010 There falling out at tennis'; or perchance, 'I saw him enter such a house of sale,' Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth. See you now- Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth; 1015 And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, With windlasses and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out. So, by my former lecture and advice, Shall you my son. You have me, have you not? 1020 Reynaldo. My lord, I have. Polonius. God b' wi' ye, fare ye well! Reynaldo. Good my lord! [Going.] Polonius. Observe his inclination in yourself. Reynaldo. I shall, my lord. 1025 Polonius. And let him ply his music. Reynaldo. Well, my lord. Polonius. Farewell! [Exit Reynaldo.] [Enter Ophelia.] 1030 How now, Ophelia? What's the matter? Ophelia. O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! Polonius. With what, i' th' name of God? Ophelia. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, 1035 No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungart'red, and down-gyved to his ankle; Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell 1040 To speak of horrors- he comes before me. Polonius. Mad for thy love? Ophelia. My lord, I do not know, But truly I do fear it. Polonius. What said he? 1045 Ophelia. He took me by the wrist and held me hard; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so. 1050 At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being. That done, he lets me go, 1055 And with his head over his shoulder turn'd He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, For out o' doors he went without their help And to the last bended their light on me. Polonius. Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. 1060 This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. I am sorry. 1065 What, have you given him any hard words of late? Ophelia. No, my good lord; but, as you did command, I did repel his letters and denied His access to me. Polonius. That hath made him mad. 1070 I am sorry that with better heed and judgment I had not quoted him. I fear'd he did but trifle And meant to wrack thee; but beshrew my jealousy! By heaven, it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions 1075 As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King. This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Come. 1080 Exeunt. previous scene Act II, Scene 2 Elsinore. A room in the Castle. next scene Flourish. [Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, cum aliis. Claudius. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Moreover that we much did long to see you, 1085 The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending. Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation. So I call it, Sith nor th' exterior nor the inward man Resembles that it was. What it should be, 1090 More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of. I entreat you both That, being of so young days brought up with him, And since so neighbour'd to his youth and haviour, 1095 That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time; so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from occasion you may glean, Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus 1100 That, open'd, lies within our remedy. Gertrude. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, And sure I am two men there are not living To whom he more adheres. If it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will 1105 As to expend your time with us awhile For the supply and profit of our hope, Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Rosencrantz. Both your Majesties 1110 Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command Than to entreaty. Guildenstern. But we both obey, And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, 1115 To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded. Claudius. Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. Gertrude. Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz. And I beseech you instantly to visit 1120 My too much changed son.- Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guildenstern. Heavens make our presence and our practices Pleasant and helpful to him! Gertrude. Ay, amen! 1125 Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, [with some Attendants]. Enter Polonius. Polonius. Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. Claudius. Thou still hast been the father of good news. 1130 Polonius. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, I hold my duty as I hold my soul, Both to my God and to my gracious king; And I do think- or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure 1135 As it hath us'd to do- that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. Claudius. O, speak of that! That do I long to hear. Polonius. Give first admittance to th' ambassadors. My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. 1140 Claudius. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. [Exit Polonius.] He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Gertrude. I doubt it is no other but the main, 1145 His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Claudius. Well, we shall sift him. [Enter Polonius, Voltemand, and Cornelius.] Welcome, my good friends. Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway? 1150 Voltemand. Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack, But better look'd into, he truly found 1155 It was against your Highness; whereat griev'd, That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys, Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, 1160 Makes vow before his uncle never more To give th' assay of arms against your Majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee And his commission to employ those soldiers, 1165 So levied as before, against the Polack; With an entreaty, herein further shown, [Gives a paper.] That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this enterprise, 1170 On such regards of safety and allowance As therein are set down. Claudius. It likes us well; And at our more consider'd time we'll read, Answer, and think upon this business. 1175 Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour. Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together. Most welcome home! Exeunt Ambassadors. Polonius. This business is well ended. My liege, and madam, to expostulate 1180 What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night is night, and time is time. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, 1185 I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go. Gertrude. More matter, with less art. 1190 Polonius. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true. A foolish figure! But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then. And now remains 1195 That we find out the cause of this effect- Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. 1200 I have a daughter (have while she is mine), Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise. [Reads] the letter.] 'To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,'- 1205 That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile phrase. But you shall hear. Thus: [Reads.] 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' Gertrude. Came this from Hamlet to her? 1210 Polonius. Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful. [Reads.] 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. 1215 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. 'Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him, HAMLET.' 1220 This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me; And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. Claudius. But how hath she 1225 Receiv'd his love? Polonius. What do you think of me? Claudius. As of a man faithful and honourable. Polonius. I would fain prove so. But what might you think, When I had seen this hot love on the wing 1230 (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that, Before my daughter told me), what might you, Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think, If I had play'd the desk or table book, Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, 1235 Or look'd upon this love with idle sight? What might you think? No, I went round to work And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: 'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star. This must not be.' And then I prescripts gave her, 1240 That she should lock herself from his resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Which done, she took the fruits of my advice, And he, repulsed, a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, 1245 Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, Into the madness wherein now he raves, And all we mourn for. Claudius. Do you think 'tis this? 1250 Gertrude. it may be, very like. Polonius. Hath there been such a time- I would fain know that- That I have Positively said 'Tis so,' When it prov'd otherwise.? Claudius. Not that I know. 1255 Polonius. [points to his head and shoulder] Take this from this, if this be otherwise. If circumstances lead me, I will find Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. Claudius. How may we try it further? 1260 Polonius. You know sometimes he walks for hours together Here in the lobby. Gertrude. So he does indeed. Polonius. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him. Be you and I behind an arras then. 1265 Mark the encounter. If he love her not, And he not from his reason fall'n thereon Let me be no assistant for a state, But keep a farm and carters. Claudius. We will try it. 1270 Enter Hamlet, reading on a book. Gertrude. But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away I'll board him presently. O, give me leave. [Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].] 1275 How does my good Lord Hamlet? Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy. Polonius. Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet. Excellent well. You are a fishmonger. Polonius. Not I, my lord. 1280 Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man. Polonius. Honest, my lord? Hamlet. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand. Polonius. That's very true, my lord. 1285 Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion- Have you a daughter? Polonius. I have, my lord. Hamlet. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't. 1290 Polonius. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you read, my lord? 1295 Hamlet. Words, words, words. Polonius. What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet. Between who? Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. Hamlet. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men 1300 have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir, 1305 should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward. Polonius. [aside] Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't.- Will You walk out of the air, my lord? Hamlet. Into my grave? Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' th' air. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes 1310 his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. 1315 Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my life, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Polonius. Fare you well, my lord. 1320 Hamlet. These tedious old fools! Polonius. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is. Rosencrantz. [to Polonius] God save you, sir! Exit [Polonius]. Guildenstern. My honour'd lord! 1325 Rosencrantz. My most dear lord! Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? Rosencrantz. As the indifferent children of the earth. Guildenstern. Happy in that we are not over-happy. 1330 On Fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe? Rosencrantz. Neither, my lord. Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours? 1335 Guildenstern. Faith, her privates we. Hamlet. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a strumpet. What news ? Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. Hamlet. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me 1340 question more in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? Guildenstern. Prison, my lord? Hamlet. Denmark's a prison. 1345 Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst. Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord. Hamlet. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good 1350 or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison. Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your mind. Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. 1355 Guildenstern. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow. Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. 1360 Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. Rosencrantz. [with Guildenstern] We'll wait upon you. Hamlet. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my 1365 servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? Rosencrantz. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. Hamlet. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you; 1370 and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak. Guildenstern. What should we say, my lord? Hamlet. Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and 1375 there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you. Rosencrantz. To what end, my lord? Hamlet. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights 1380 of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent for or no. Rosencrantz. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you? 1385 Hamlet. [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold not off. Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for. Hamlet. I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no 1390 feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical 1395 roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the 1400 beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'? 1405 Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and 1410 target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are they? 1415 Rosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the tragedians of the city. Hamlet. How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways. Rosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late 1420 innovation. Hamlet. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are they so follow'd? Rosencrantz. No indeed are they not. Hamlet. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? 1425 Rosencrantz. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and 1430 dare scarce come thither. Hamlet. What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means 1435 are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim against their own succession. Rosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player 1440 went to cuffs in the question. Hamlet. Is't possible? Guildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains. Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away? Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too. 1445 Hamlet. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. 1450 Flou

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