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PERSONS REPRESENTED. Claudius, king of Denmark.
Francisco, a soldier. Hamlet, son to the former king, and nephero to Reynaldo, servant to Polonius. the present king:
A Captain. An Ambassador. Polonius, lord chamberlain.
Ghost of Hamlet's father.
Fortinbras, prince of Norway.
Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother of Cornelius,
Ophelia, daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave Another Courtier.
diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other At. A Priest.
tendants. Marcellus, Bernardo, 3 officers.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to
night? SCENE 1.-Elsinore. A platform before the
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio castle. Francisco on his post. Enter to him
'tis but our fantasy ; Bernardo
And will not let belief take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; Bernardo
Therefore I have entreated him, along WHO'S there?
With us to watch the minutes of this night; Fran. Nay, answer me : stand, and unfola| That, if again this apparition come, Yourself.
He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Ber. Long live the king !
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Sit down a while; Ber.
And let us once again assail your ears, Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. That are so fortified against our story, Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, What we two nights have seen. Francisco.
Well, sit we down, Fran. For this relief, much thanks : 'tis bitter || And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. cold,
Ber. Last night of all, And I am sick at heart.
When yon same star, that's westward from the Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?
Not a mouse stirring: Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Ber. Well, good night.
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, If do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The bell then beating one, you The rivalst of my watch, bid them make haste. Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes
again! Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Enter Ghost. Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is there?
Ber. In the same figure like the king that's dead. Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Mar.
And liegemen to the Dane. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Fran. Give you good night.
Hor. Most like :-it harrow 3 me with fear, and Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:
wonder. Who hath reliev'd you?
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Speak to it, Horatio. Give you good night.
(Exit Francisco. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of Mar. Holla! Bernardo !
Say, Together with that fair and warlike form What, is Horatio there?
In which the majesty of buried Denmark Hor.
A piece of him Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar
Mar. It is offended.
(2) Make good, or establish.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. Hor. Stay ; speak: speak I charge thee, speak. In the most high and palmy2 state of Rome,
(Exit Ghost. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, Mar. 'Tis
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
pale : Is not this something more than fantasy?
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, What think you of it?
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, 13 Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Without the sensible and true avouch
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. Of mine own eyes.
And even the like precurse of fierce events, Mar.
Is it not like the king ? As harbingers preceding still the fates, Hor. As thou art to thyself :
And prologue to the omen!4 coming on, Such was the very armour he had on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated When he the ambitious Norway combated; Unto our climatures and countrymen..] So frown'd he once, when, in angry parle,"
Re-enter Ghost. He smote the sleddedPolacks on the ice. 'Tis strange.
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead!'ll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion! hour,
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
grace to me,
ou art privy to thy country's fate, Mar. Good now,
sit down, and tell me, he that Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
[Cock crows. Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Speak of it:-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus. Does not divide the Sunday from the week : Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Hor. Do, if it will not stand. Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; Ber.
'Tis here! Who is't, that can inform me?
'Tis here! Hor.
That can I;
(Exit Ghost. At least, the whisper goes so.
Our last king, We do it wrong, being so majestical, Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
To offer it the show of violence; Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,) Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, Well ratified by law and heraldry,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : Awake the god of day; and, at bis warning, Against the which, a moiety competent
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Was gaged by our king; which had return'd The extravagant and erringtá spirit hies To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
To his confine: and of the truth herein Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart,5 | This present object made probation. 16 And carriage of the article design’d,6
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, This bird of dawning singeth all night long; Shark’då up a list of landless resolutes,
And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; For food and diet, to some enterprise
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, That hath a stomacho in't: which is no other No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, (As it doth well appear unto our state,)
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. But to recover of us, by strong hand,
Hor. So I have heard, and do in part believe it. And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, So by his father lost: And this, I take it,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill : Is the main motive of our preparations ;
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, The source of this our watch; and the chief head Let us impart what we have seen to-night Of this post-haste and romagel0 in the land. Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life,
[Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so : This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: Well may it sort,ll that this portentous figure Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king As needful in our loves, fitti our duty ? That was, and is, the question of these wars. Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know (1) Dispute. (2) Sledged.
(7) Full of spirit without experience. (3) Polander, an inhabitant of Poland.
(8) Picked. (9) Resolution. (10) Search. (4) Just. (5) Joint bargain.
(11) Suit. (12) Victorious. (13) The moon. (6) The covenant to confirm that bargain. (14) Event. (15) Wandering.
Where we shall find him most convenient. (Exe. Upon his will I seald my hard consent :)
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
King. Take thy fair bour, Laertes ; time be thine, nius, Laertes, Voltimand, Cornelius, Lords, and But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, Attendants.
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind.4 King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you? The memory be green; and that it us befitted Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun. To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, To be contracted in one brow of wo;
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Do not, for ever, with thy veiled lidss That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Together with remembrance of ourselves. Thou know'st, 'tis common ; all, that live, must die, Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Passing through nature to eternity. The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,–
If it be, With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; Why seems it so particular with thee? With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone Nor customary suits of solemn black, With this affair along :-For all, our thanks. Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,- No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Holding a weak supposal of our worth ;
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, For they are actions that a man might play: He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, But I have that within, which passeth show; Importing the surrender of those lands,
These, but the trappings and the suits of wo. Lost by his father, with all bands2 of law,
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your naTo our most valiant brother-So much for him.
ture, Hamlet, Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. To give these mourning duties to your father : Thus much the business is : We have here writ But, you must know, your father lost a father ; To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,- That father lost his ; and the survivor bound Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears In filial obligation, for some term Of this his nephew's purpose, ---to suppress
To do obsequious sorrow : But to perséver His further gaitz heroin; in that the levies, In obstinate condolement, is a course The lists, and full proportions, are all made Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief: Out of his subject :-and we here despatch It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; An understanding simple and unschool'd: Giving to you no further personal power
For what, we know, must be, and is as common To business with the king, more than the scope As
any the most vulgar thing to sense, Of these dilated articles allow.
Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Farewell: and let
your haste commend your duty. Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, our duty.
To reason most absurd ; whose common theme King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
(Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. From the first corse, till he that died to-day, And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes ? This unprevailing wo; and think of us You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
As of a father : for let the world take note, And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg,|| You are the most immediate to our throne; Laertes,
And, with no less nobility of love,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
My dread lord, Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Your leave and favour to return to France; Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Froin whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, To show my duty in your coronation ;
Hamlet; I must confess, that duty done, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, Ham. I shall in all my best obey you madam. And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply ; King. Have you your father's leave? What says Be as ourself in Denmark. -Madam, come; Polonius?
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Pol. He hath, my lord, [wrung from me my slow Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof,
leave, By laboursome petition; and, at last,
(4) Nature : a little more than a kinsman, and
less than a natural one. (1) Grief. (2) Bonds. (3) Way, path. (5) Lowering eyes. (6) Contrary,
No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio : the funeral-bak'd But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell;
meats8 And the king's rousel the heaven shall bruit? again, Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven (Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, fc. Polonius, || Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ! and Laertes.
My father,--Methinks, I see my father. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would Hor.
My lord? Thaw, and resolved itself into a dew!
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Or, that the Everlasting had not fix'd
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. His canon'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, How weary, stale, fat, and unprofitable,
I shall not look upon his like again. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hor. My lord, I think I saw bim yesternight. Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
Ham. Saw! who? That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in Hor. My lord, the king your father. nature,
The king my father! Possess it merely.5 That it should come to this! Hor. Season your admiration for a while But iwo months dead !-nay, not so much, not With an attentio ear; till I may deliver, two:
Upon the witness of these gentlemen, So excellent a king; that was, to this,
This marvel to you. Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, Ham.
For God's love, let me hear. That he might not beteem? the winds of heaven Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, | In the dead waist and middle of the night, As if increase of appetite had grown
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, -- Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pé, Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is Appears before them, and, with solemn march, woman
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd, A little month; or ere those shoes were old, By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, With wbich she follow'd my poor father's body, Within his truncheon's length ; while they, distill'd Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she,– Almost to jelly with the act of fear, O beaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me, Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my | In dreadful secrecy, impart they did; uncle,
And I with them, the third night, kept the watch: My father's brother ; but no more like my father, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Than I to Hercules : Within a month;
Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears The apparition comes : I knew your father ; Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
These hands are not more like. She married :-- most wicked speed, to post Ham.
But where was this? With such dexterity to incestuous sheets !
Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
watch'd. But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue ! Ham. Did you not speak to it?
My lord, I did; Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus.
But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Hor. Hail to your lordship.
It lifted up its head, and did address Ham.
I am glad to see you well : | Itself to motion, like as it would speak : Horatio, -or I do forget myself.
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant || And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight. Ham. Sir, my good friend, I'll change that Ham.
'Tis very strange. name with you.
Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?- || And we did think it writ down in our duty, Marcellus ?
To let you know of it. Mar. My good lord,
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, Hold you the watch to-night? sir.
We do, my lord. But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Ham. Arm'd, say you ? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Arm'd, my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so: Ham.
From top to toe? Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
AN. My lord, from head to foot. To make it truster of your own report
Then saw you not Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. His face? But what is your affair in Elsinore ?
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaverll up. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hor.
A countenance more Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow- In sorrow than in anger. student;
Pale, or red?
And fix'd his eyes upon yoų?
Hor. Most constantly. (1) Draught. (2) Report. (3) Dissolve. (4) Law. (5) Entirely. (6) Apollo. (7) Suffer. (9) Chiefest. (10) Attentive.
(8) It was anciently the custom to give a cold (11) That part of the helmet which may be entertainment at a funeral.