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Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

King. Bring him before us.
Exeunt Ros, and Guil. Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord,
Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends ;

Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern.
And let them know, both what we mean to do,
And what's untimely done : so, haply, slander,- King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius ?
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

Ham. At supper.
As level as the cannon to his blank,

King. At supper? Where? Transports his poison'd shot, -may miss our name, Ham Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: And hit the woundless air.- come away; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at My soul is full of discord, and dismay. (Exeunt. || him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we

fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves SCENE II.-Another room in the same. En-| for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, ter Hamlet.

is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table;

that's the end. Ham.- -Safely stowed, -{Ros. &c. within. King. Alas, alas ! Hamlet! lord Hamlet! But soft !-what noise ? Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come. eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of

that worm. Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

King. What dost thou mean by this? Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the

Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may dead body?

go a progress through the guts of a beggar. Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto'tis kin.

King. Where is Polonius? Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your thence,

messenger find him not there, seek him i'the other And bear it to the chapel.

place yoursel But, indeed, if you find him not Ham. Do not believe it.

within this month, you shall nose him as you go up Ros. Believe what?

the stairs into the lobby. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not

King. Go seek him there. (To some Attendants. mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge!

Ham. He will stay till you come.

Exeunt Attendants. -what replication should be made by the son of a king ?

King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial Řos. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?

safety, Ham. Ay, sir ; that soaks up the king's counte- || Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve Aance, his rewards, his authorities. But such ofiicers || For that which thou hast done, -must send thee

hence do the king best service in the end : He keeps them like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, | The bark is ready, and the wind at help?

With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself; to be last swallowed: When he needs what you The associates tend,4 and every thing is bent have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, For England. you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

Ham. For England ? Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps


Ay, Hamlet. in a foolish ear.


Good. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body

King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. with us to the king.

Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; go Ham. The body is with the king, but the king

for England !-Farewell, dear mother. is not with the body. The king is a thing

King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. Guil. A thing, my lord ?

Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man Ham. Of nothing': bring me to him. Hide fox, and wife ; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my and all after.2

mother. Come, for England. (Exeunt.

(Exit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed

aboard ; SCENE III.-Another room in the sume. Enter King, attended.

Delay it not, l'll have him hence to-night:

Away; for every thing is seal'd and done King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the That else leans on the affair : Pray you, make haste. body.

(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose ! And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, Yet must not we put the strong law on him : (As my great power thereof may give thee sense; He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,

Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes ; After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh’d, | Pays homage to us,) thou may'st not coldly sets
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
This sudden sending him away must seem By letters cónjuring to that effect,
Deliberate pause : Diseases, desperate grown, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,

For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
Enter Rosencrantz.

And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,

Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Ex. Or not at all. ---How now? what hath befallen?

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,|| SCENE IV.-A plain in Denmark. Enter ForWe cannot get from him.

tinbras, and Forces, marching. King. But where is he?

For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your|| Tell him, that, by his license, Fortinbras pleasure.

(3) Right, ready. (4) Attend. (1) Mark.

(2) A sport among children. (5) Value, estimate. (6) Successes,

is, and

Craves tbe conveyance of a promis'd march Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Over his kingdoin. You know the rendezvous. Which is not toinb enough, and continent,
If that his majesty would aught with us,

To hide the slain ?-0, from this time forth,
We shall express our duty in his eye,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth. (Ex. And let him know so. Сар. .

I will do't, my lord. SCENE V.-Elsinore. A room in the castle. For. Go softly on. (Exe. For. and Forces.

Enter Queen and Horatio. Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, &c. Queen. - I will not speak with her. Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these?

Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;

Her mood will needs be pitied. Cap. They are of Norway, sir.

What would she have? Ham.

How purpos'd, sir,

Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she I pray you?

hears, Cap. Against some part of Poland. Ham.

There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats Who

her heart; Commands them, sir? Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,

That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
Or for some frontier?
Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ;

The hearers to collection; they aimo at it,
We go to gain a little patch of ground,
That bath in it no profit but the name.

Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures, yield

them, To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,

Indeed would make one think, there might be A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

thought, Ham. Why, then the Polack” never will defend it. Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.

Queen. 'Twere good she were spoken with ; for Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand

she may strew ducats,

Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds :

Let her come in. Will not debate the question of this straw :

(Exit Horatia

To This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace : Each toy10 seems prologue to some great amiss :

my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies.—1 humbly thank you, sir.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Cap. God be wi' you, sir. [Exit Captain

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Ros.

Will't please you go, my lord? Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little before. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil.

Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den

mark? How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

Queen. How now, Ophelia ? If his chief good, and market of his time,

Oph. How should I your true-love know Be but to sleep, and feed ? a beast, no more.

From another one? Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, By his cockle hat and staff, Looking before, and after, gave us not

And his sandal shoon. 11 (Singing. That capability and godlike reason, To fusto in us unus'd. Now, whether it be

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Bestial oblivion, or some craven? scruple

Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. Of thinking too precisely on the event,

He is dead and gone, lady, (Sings. A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part

He is dead and gone ; wisdom,

At his head a grass-green turf,
And, ever, three parts coward,—I do not know

At his heels a stone.
Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do;
Sithế I have cause, and will, and strength, ando, ho !

Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,
To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:


Pray you, mark. Witness, this army of such mass, and charge,

White his shroud as the mountain snow. Led by a delicate and tender prince;

(Sings. Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event;

Enter King.
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,

Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,


Larded 12 all with sweet flowers ; Is, not to stir without great argument ;

Which bewept to the grave did go,

With true-love showers.
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, King. How do you, pretty lady?
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

Oph. Well, God 'ieldi3 you! They say, the owl Excitements of

my reason, and my blood, was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see are, but know not what we may be. God be at The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,

King. Conceit upon her father. Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this ; but

when they ask you, what it means, say you this : (1) Presence. (2) Forces. (3) Polander (4) Profit. (5) Power of comprehension.

(9) Guess.

(11) Shoe. (6) Grow mouldy. (7) Cowardly. (8) Since. (12) Garnished. (13) Reward.

your table!

(10) Trifle.

trude ;

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
All in the morning betime,

The ratifiers and props of every word,
And I a maid at your window,

They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king! To be your Valentine:

Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!
Then up he rose, and don'dı his clothes,
And dupp'd2 the chamber door ;

Queen. How cheerfully on the false traile they cry! Let in the maid, that out a inaid

O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.
Never departed more.

King. The doors are broke. (Noise within.

Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following. King. Pretty Ophelia ! Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end

Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you

all on't :


Dan. No, let's come in. By Gis,3 and by Saint Charity, 3



pray you, give me leave. Alack, and fie for shame!

Dan. We will, we will Young men will do't, if they come to't ;

(They retire without the door. By cock, they are to blame.

Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-0 thou

vile king,
Quoth she, Before you tumbled me,
You proinis'd me to wed:

Give me my father.

Calmly, good Laertes.
[He answers.]

Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

me bastard; An thou hadst not come to

Cries, cuckold, to my father ; brands the harlot bed. my

Even here, between the chaste unsmirched10 brow King. How long hath she been thus ?

Of my true mother.
Oph. I hope, all will be well.
We must be pa- King.

What is the cause, Laertes, tient : but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they| That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ?should lay him i'he cold ground , My brother shall Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; know of it, and so I thank you for your good coun. There's such divinity doth hedge a king, sel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies ; good That treason can but peep to what it would, night, sweet ladies : good night, good night (Ex. | Acts little of his will. —Tell me, Laertes, King. Follow her close ; give her good watch, Why thou art thus incens'd ;-Let him go, Ger

pray you.

[Exit Horatio.
0! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Speak, man.
All from her father's death : And now behold, Laer. Where is my father?
O Gertrude, Gertrude,


Dead. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Queen.

But not by him. But in battalions! First, her father slain;

King. Let him demand his fill. Next, your son gone : and he most violent author Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled Of his own just remove: The people muddied,

with : Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! whispers,

Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! For good Polonius' death; and we have done but I dare damnation : To this point I stand, greenly,4

That both the worlds I give to negligence, In hugger-muggers to inter him: Poor Ophelia Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd Divided from herself, and her fair judgment; Most thoroughly for my father. Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts. King

Who shall stay you? Last, and as much containing as all these,

Laer. My will, not all the world's : Her brother is in secret come from France : And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, They shall go far with little. And wants not buzzers to infect his ear


Good Laertes, With pestilent speeches of his father's death ; you desire to know the certainty Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

of yourdear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, Will nothing stick our person to arraign

That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and In ear and ear. 0 my dear Gertrude, this,

foe, Like to a murdering piece, in many places

Winner and loser?
Gives me superfluous death! (A noise within Laer. None but his enemies.
Alack! what noise is this? King.

Will you know them then?

Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my
Enter a Gentleman.
King. Attend.

And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
Where are my Switzers:6 Let them guard the door: Repast them with my blood.
What is the matter?


Why, now you speak Gent.

Save yourself, my lord; Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
The ocean, overpeering of his list,?

That I am guiltless of your father's death,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous baste, And am most sensibly in grief for it,
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,

It shall as level to your judgment 'pear, 11
O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord ; || As day does to your eye.
And, as the world were now but to begin, Danes. (Within.)

Let her come in.

Laer. How now! what noise is that?
e. put on.

(2) Do up. (3) Saints in the Roman-catholic calendar. (9) Hounds run counter when they trace the (4) Without judgment. (5) Privately. scent backwards (6) Guards. (7) Bounds.

(8) Scent.
(10) Clean, undefiled. (11) Appear.




(1) Do


Enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws || That I must call't in question. and flowers.


So you shall; O heat, dry up my brains ! tears seven times salt, And where the offence is, let the great axe fall : Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

I pray you, go with me.

(Exeunt. By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight, ||SCENE VI.-Another room in the same. EnTill our scale turn the beam. O rose of May? Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !

ter Horatio, and a Servant. O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? Should be as mortal as an old man's life?


Sailors, sir ; Nature is finel in love: and, where 'tis fine, They say, they have letters for you. It sends some precious instance of itself


Let ther come in. After the thing it loves.

(Exit Servant. Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier;

I do not know from what part of the world
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny:

I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet.
And in his grave rain's many a tear,

Enter Sailors. Fare you well, my dove !

1 Sail. God bless you, sir. Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade Hor. Let him bless thee too. revenge,

1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's It could not move thus.

a letter for you, sir: it comes from the ambassador Oph. You must sing, Down-a-down, an you call that was bound for England; if your name be him a-down-a. O, how the wheel2 becomes it! It Horatio, as I am let to know it is. is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

Hor. (Reads.) Horatio, when thou shall have Oph There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; || overlooked this, give these fellows some means to pray you, love, remember; and there is pansies, the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were thai's for thoughts.

two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike apLaer. A document in madness ; thoughts and pointment gave us chace : Finding ourselves too remembrance fitted.

slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines : || in the grapple I boarded them : on the instant they -there's rue for you ; and here's some for me :- got clear of our ship; so I alone became their we may call it, berb of grace o'Sundays :-you prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves may wear your rue with a difference 3-- There's a lof mercy; but they knew what they did; I am to daisy :- I would give you some violets ; but they || do a good turn for them. Let the king have the withered all, when my father died :—They say, he letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as made a good end,

much haste as thou would'st Ay death. I have For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,- (Sings. yet are they much too light for the bore of ihe

words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; Laer Thought4 and affliction, passion, hell itself, || matter. These good fellows will bring thee where She turns to favour, and to prettiness.

I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their Oph. And will he not come again? (Sings. I course for England : of them I have much to tell And will he not come again?

thee. Farewell.
No, no, he is dead,

He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet.
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.

Come, I will give you way for these your letters;

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
His beard was as white as snow, To him from whom you brought them. (Exeunt.
All flaxen was his poll:
He is he is

SCENE VII.-Another room in the same. En-
And we cast away moan;

ter King and Laertes. God 'a mercy on his soul!

King. Now must your conscience my acquittance And of all Christian souls ! I pray God.

seal, wi' you!

(Exit Ophelia. | And you must put me in your heart for friend ; Laer. Do you see this, O God?

Siths you have heard, and with a knowing ear, King Laertes, I must commune with your grief, || That he, which hath your noble fath slain, Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

Pursu'd my life. Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, Laer. It well appears :-But tell me, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: Why you proceeded not against these feats, If by direct or by collateral hand

So crimeful and so capital in nature, They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, You mainly were stirr'd up? To you in satisfaction; but, if not,


O, for two special reasons ; Be you content to lend your patience to us, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,6 And we shall jointly labour with your soul But yet to me they are strong. The queen bis To give it due content.

mother, Laer. Let this be so;

Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, His means of death, his obscure funeral, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,

That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, I could not but by her. The other motive,

Why to a public count I might not go, (1) Artful. (2) The burthen. (3) i. e. By its Sunday name herb of grace;' (4) Melancholy.

(5) Since. mine is merely rue, i. e. sorrow.

(6) Deprived of strength.

God be


Is, the great love the general genderl bear him : As did that one; and that, in my regard,
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Of the unworthiest siege.4
Work like the spring2 that turneth wood to stone, Laer.

What part is that, my lord ?
Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, King. A very ribband in the cap of youth,
Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
Would have reverted to my bow again,

The light and careless livery that it wears, And not where I had aim'd them.

Than settled age his sables, and his weeds, Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; Importing health and graveness. — Two months A sister driven into desperate terms;

since, Whose worth, if praises may go back again, Here was a gentleman of Normandy,Stood challenger on mount of all the age

I have seen myself, and serv'd against, the French, For her perfections :—But my revenge will come. And they can well on horseback: but this gallant King. Break not your sleeps for that : you must Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; not think,

And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, That we are made of stuff so flat and dull, As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd That we can let our beard be shook with danger, With the brave beast : so far he topp'd my thought, And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more: That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, I lov'd your father, and we love ourself; Come short of what he did. And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, Laer.

A Norman, was't? How now? what news ?

King. A Norman.

Upon my life, Lamord.
Enter a Messenger.


The very same. Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed, This to your majesty; this to the queen.

And gem of all the nation.
King. From Hamlet! who brought them? King. He made confession of

Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them not;|| And gave you such a masterly report,
They were given me by Claudio; he receiv'd them. For art and exercise in your defence.6
Of him that brought them.

And for your rapier most especial, King. Laertes, you shall hear them :-||That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, Leave us.

(Exit Messenger.

If one could match you : the scrimers? of their na

tion, (Reads.) High and mighty, you shall know, | He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall | If you oppos’d them : Sir, this report of his I beg leave to see your kingly eyes ; when I shall, | Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the That he could nothing do, but wish and beg occasion of my sudden and more strange return.

Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you.

Now, out of this,
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back? Laer.

What out of this, my lord ? Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Laer. Know you the hand ?

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, King.

'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked, A face without a heart? And, in a postscript here, he says, alone :


Why ask you this? Can you advise me?

King. Not that I think, you did not love your Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come;

father; It warms the very sickness in my heart,

But that I know, love is begun by time; That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,

And that I see, in passages of proof, &
Thus diddest thou.

Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
If it be so, Laertes,

There lives within the very flame of love
As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?

A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; Will you be rul'd by me?

And nothing is at a like goodness still ; Laer.

Ay, my lord; For goodness, growing to a pleurisy, So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace.

Dies in his own too-much: That we would do, King. To thine own peace. If he be now re-We should do when we would; for this would turn'd,

changes, As checking3 at his voyage, and that he means And hath abatements and delays as many, No more to undertake it,- I will work him As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents ; To an exploit, now ripe in my device,

And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, Under the which he shall not choose but fall : That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o'the ulcer: And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe;Hamlet comes back; What would you undertake, But even his mother shall uncharge the practice,

To show yourself in deed your father's son
And call it, accident,

More than in words?
My lord, I will be rul'd; Laer.

To cut his throat i'the church. The rather, if you could devise it so,

King. No place, indeed, should murder sanctu; That I might be the organ.

arize : King.

It falls right

Revenge should have no bounds. But, good You have been talk'd of since your travel much,

Laertes, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality, Will you do this, keep close within your chamber : Wherein, they say, you shine : your sum of parts Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home : Did not together pluck such envy from him, We'll put on those shall praise your excellence,

And set a double varnish on the fame (1) Common people. (2) Petrifying springs are common in many parts (5) Ornament. of England

(6) Science of defence, i. e. fencing. (3) Objecting to (4) Place,

(7) Fencers. (8) Daily experience.

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