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Thus much the business is. We have here writ In filial obligation, for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven;
A heart unfortified, or mind impatient;
For what, we know, must be, and is as common
Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Take it to heart ? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
From the first corse, till he that died to-day,
[ Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. This unprevailing woe; and think of us
And with no less nobility of love,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
It is most retrograde to our desire:
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet'
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Yet now, I'must confess, that duty done, Be as ourself in Denmark. - Madam, come! My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, King. Have you your father's leave? What says No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, Polonius?
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit agais leave,
Re-speaking carthly thunder. Come away!
[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, etc. Polozi Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
Ilam. O, that this too too solid flesh #onld melt,
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God! O Ged!
[Aside. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on bish
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: and yot, within a month. -
A little month; or ere those shoes were old,
With which she follow'd my poor father's bodie
Like Niobe, all tears : - why she, even she;-
O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reaso!
She married. - most wicked speed, to post
Frailty, thy name i
de My lord ?
Enter Horatio, BERNARDO, and Marcellus. Hor. 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.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs ! but this troubles me.
All. We do, my lord!
Ham. Arm'd, say you?
All. Arm’d, my lord !
All. My lord, from head to foot,
Ham. Then saw you not
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?
Hor. A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger. To make it truster of your own report
Ham. Pale, or red ?
Ham. And fix'd eyes upon you ?
Ham. Very like,
Ilor. Not when I saw it. Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
Iłam. His beard was grizzl’d? no ? My father, — methinks, I see my father.
llor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, Ilor. Where,
A sable silver'd.
Hum. I will watch to-night;
Perchance, 'twill walk again.
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,
you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it understanding, but yo tongue;
I will requite your loves: so, fare you well! Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
I'll visit you !
All. Our duty to your honour.
(Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. In the dead waist and middle of the night, My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pé,
Till then sit still, my soul! Foul deeds will rise, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to meu's eyes. Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd,
(Exit. By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,
SCENEI. - A room in Polonius's house. Within his trancheon's length; whilst they, distill'd
Enter LAERTES and OPIIELIA. Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell!
And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
Oph. Do you doubt that ?
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
Oph. No more but so?
For nature, crescent, does not grow aloue
In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
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,
Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his
His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own; And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
Laer. Farewell !
(Exit Laerte: He may not, as unvalued persons do,
Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? Carve for himself; for on his choice depends Oph. So please you, something touching the lord The safety and the health of the whole state;
Tis told me, he hath very oft of late Whereof he is the head. Then, if he says he loves you, Given private time to you; and you yonrself It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
Have ot your audience been most free and bounters : As he in his particular act and place
If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me, May give his saying deed; wich is no further, And that in way of caution,) I must tell you, Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. You do not understand yourself so clearly, Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, As it behoves my daughter, and your honour: If with too credent ear you list his songs ;
What is between you? give me up the truth! Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders To his unmaster'd importunity.
of his affection to me. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister!
Pol. Affection ? puh! you speak like a green gich And keep you in the rear of your affection, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Out of the shot and danger of desire.
Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
Pol. Marry, I'll teach you! think yourself a baby; Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes:
That you have ta'en these tenders for true par, The canker galls the infants of the spring, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more deals; Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd;
Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase
, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
Wronging it thus,) you'll tender me a fool. Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Oph. My lord, he hath impórtan'd me with love, Be wary then: best safety lies in fear;
In honourable fashion.
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech,
With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, Whilst, like a pati'd and reckless libertine, When the blood burns, how prodigal the son] Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, And recks pot his own read.
Giving more light than heat, - extinct in both, Laer. O fear me not!
Even in their promise, as it is a making, I stay too long. But here my fathers comes ! You must not take for fire. From this time Enter POLONIUS.
Be somewhat scanter of your
maiden presence; A double blessing is a double grace;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate, Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! Believe so much in him, tňat he is young, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And with a larger tether may he walk, And you are staid for. There, - my blessing with Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, you!
(Laying his hand on Laertes heud. Do not believe his vows: for they are brokers And these few precepts in thy memory
Not of that die which their investments show, Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, But mere implorators of unholy suits
, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
, Be thoa familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The better to beguile. This is for all, -The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, I would not, in plain terms, from this time fourthy Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
Have you so slander any moment's leisure, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
As to give words or talk with the lord Handet. Oi each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Look to't, I charge you; come your ways! Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in,
Oph. I shall obey, my lord ! Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee.
SCENE IV.- The platform. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice :
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcelles: Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment. Hum. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
Hum. What hour now? For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
Hor. I think, it lacks of twelve. And they in France, of the best rank and station,
Mar. No, it is struck. Are most select and generous, chief in that. Hor. Indeed! I heard it not; it then draws De Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all. - To thine ounself be true;
(4 flourish of trumpets, and ordnance skor o'y
within. And it must follow, as the night the day,
What does this mean, my lord?
, and the swaggering up-spring en Pol. The time invites you! go, your servants tend! And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish dovu Laer. Farewell, Ophelia! and remember well
The kettle-dram and trumpet thus bray out What I have said to you.
The triumph of his pledge. Oph. 'Tis in my memory lock d,
Hor. Is it a custom?
Ham. Ay, marry, is't:
Go on, I'll follow thee! But to my mind, - though I am native here,
Mar. You shall not go, my,
lord! And to the manner born, - it is a custom
Ham. Hold off your hands!
Ham. My fate cries out,
(Breaking from them. # So, oft it chances in particular men,
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me:-
(Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet. Since nature cannot choose his origin,)
Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination. By the o’ergrowth of some complexion,
Mar. Let's follow! 'tis not fit thus to obey him. Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Hor. Have after!-To what issue will this come? Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. The form of plausive manners; - that these men, Hor. Heaven will direct it, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect;
Mar. Nay, let's follow him !
(Exeunt. Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else (be they as pure, as grace,
SCENE V. – A more remote part of the platform.
Re-enter Ghost and HAMLET.
gono From that particular fault. The dram of base
further! Doth all the noble substance often dout,
Ghost. Mark me.
Ham. J will.
Ghost. My hour is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Ham. Alas, poor ghost! so ng Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
To what I shall unfold.
Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.
Ghost, I am thy father's spirit,
Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young
blood: Making night hideous: and we fools of nature, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; So horridly to shake our disposition,
Thy kootted and combined locks to part,
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood. -List, list, o list! -
If thou didst ever thy dear father love,
Ham. O heaven!
Ghost. Revenge his foul and most annatural murder!
Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
Ham.Haste me to know it ; that S, with wings as swift,
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
Ghost. I find thee apt;
And duller should'st thou be, than the fat weed,
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Hor. What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear! lord,
'Tis given out, that, sleeping in mine orchard, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Now wears his crown.
Ham. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle !
Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, And hears it roar beneath.
(0 wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power Ham. It waves me still :
So to seduce !) won to his shameful lust
A worthy pioneer!-- Once more remove,good friends!
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome
The will of my most seeming-virtuoas queen: Ham. So be it! 0, Hamlet, what a falling-off
' was there!
Mar. (Within.) Mo, ho, ho, my lord! From me, whose love was of that dignity,
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come! That it went hand in hand even with the vow
Enter Horatio and MARCELLCS. I made to her in marriage; and to decline
Mar. How is't, my noble lord ? Upon a wretch, whose natural gifts were poor
Hor. What news, iny lord ? To those of mine!
Ham. O, wonderful!
Hur. Good my lord, tell it!
You will reveal it.
llor. Not I, my lord, by heaven! And prey on garbage.
Mar. Nor I, my lord! But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once Brief left me be! - Sleeping within mine orchard, think it? My custom always of the afternoon,
But you'll be secret, Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
Hor. Mar. Ay, by, heaven, my
lord! With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
Ham. There's ne'era villain,dwelling in all Deamart, And in the porches of mine ears did pour
But he's an arrant krave. The leperous distilment; whose effect
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come frea Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through To tell us this. The natural gates and alleys of the body;
Ham. Why, right! you are in the right! And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And so, without more circumstance at all, And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
I hold it fit, that we shake hands, and part: The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine; You, as your business, and desire, shall point you; And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
For every man hath business and desire, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, Such as it is, - and, for my own poor part, All my smooth body.
Look you, I will go pray. Thus was 1, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Hor. These are but wild and whirling words
, my lord? Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch’d: Ham. I am sorry they offead you, heartily; yes, Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
'Faith, heartily! Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;
Hor. There's no offence, my
lord! No reckoning made, but sent to my account Ham. Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, With all my imperfections on my head :
And much offence too. Touching this vision here, 0, horrible! o, horrible! most horrible!
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you ; Jf thou hast nature in thee, bear it not!
For your desire to know what is between as, Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
O’ermaster it as you may. And now, good friends A couch for luxury and damned incest!
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Give me one poor request.
have seen to-
Ham. Nay, but swear't! Adiea, adieu, adieu! remember me!
(Exit. Hor. In faith, Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What My lord, not I ! else?
Mar. Nor J, my lord, in faith! And shall I couple hell?-0 fye! Hold, hold, my Hum. Upon my sword ! heart !
Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already! And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed! But bear me stiffly up! Remember thee?
Ghost. (Beneath) Swear! Ay, thoo poor ghost, while memory holds a seat Ham. Ha, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, In this distracted globe! Remember thee?
true-penny? Yea, from the table of my memory
Come on, — you hear this fellow in the cellarage, I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
Consent to swear!
lord! That youth and observation copied there; Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen, And thy commandment all alone shall live
Swear by my sword! Within the book and volume of my brain,
Ghost, ( Beneath.) Swear! Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! Ham. Hic et ubique ? then we will shift ou O most pernicious woman!
And lay your hands again upon my
Never to speak of this that yon have heard !
[Writing, Ghost. (Beneath.) Swear by his sword! So, ancle, there you are. Now, to my word; Ham. Well said, old mole? can'st work i'the earth It is, Adieu, adieu! remember me!
so fast ? have sworn't. Hor. (Within.) My lord, my lord, Mar. (Within.) Lord Hamlet, -Hor. (Within. Heaven secure him!
There ere more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,