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Whips out his rapier, cries, Arm! a rat!

Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps And, in this brainish apprehension, kills

in a foolish ear. The unseen good old man.

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

O heavy deed ! is, and go with us to the king. It had been so with us, had we been there :

Hani. The body is with the king, but the king is His liberty is full of threats to all ;

not with the body. The king is a thing To you yourself, to us, to every one.

Guil. A thing, my lord ? Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? Ham. Of nothing : bring me to him. Hide fox, It will be laid to us, whose providence

and all after.

(Ereunt. Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of haunt, This mad young man : but, so much was our love, SCENE III. Another Room in the same. We would not understand what was most fit; But, like the owner of a foul disease,

Enter King, attended. To keep it from divulging, let it feed

King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone ?

body. Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd : How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? O’er whom his very madness, like some ore, Yet must not we put the strong law on him : Among a mineral of metals base,

He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes ; King. O, Gertrude, come away!

And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh’d, The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and But we will ship him hence : and this vile deed

even, We must, with all our majesty and skill,

This sudden sending him away must seem Both countenance and excuse. --Ho! Guildenstern! Deliberate pause : Diseases, desperate grown,

By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Enter Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN.

Enter ROSENCRANTZ.
Friends both, go join you with some further aid :
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

Or not at all. — How now? what hath befallen?
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d him : Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body We cannot get from him.
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

king.

But where is he? [Ereunt Ros. and Guil. Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends ;

pleasure.
And let them know, both what we mean to do, King. Bring him before us.
And what's untimely done : so, haply, slander, Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,

Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN.
Transports bis poison'd shot, -- may miss our name, King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
And hit the woundless air. - O come away!

Ham. At supper.
My soul is full of discord, and dismay. (Exeunt. k'ing. At supper? Where ?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : SCENE II. Another Room in the same. a certain convocation of politick worms are e'en at

him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet : we Enter HAMLET.

fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves Ham. Safely stowed, — [Ros. fc. wuhin. for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, Hamlet! lord Hamlet ! ] But soft, what noise ? is but variable service ; two dishes, but to one table; who calls on Hamlet ? O, here they come.

that's the end. Enter RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

King. Alas, alas!

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of body?

that worm. Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. king. What dost thou mean by this? Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take it Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may thence,

go a progress through the guts of a beggar. And bear it to the chapel.

king. Where is Polonius? Ham. Do not believe it.

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Ros. Believe what ?

messenger find him not there, seek him i'the other Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! within this month, you shall nose him as you go up

what replication should be made by the son of the stairs into the lobby. a king?

King. Go seek him there. [To some Attendants Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?

Ham. He will stay till you come. Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counte

[Ereunt Attendants. nance, his rewards, his authorities. But such offi- king. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial cers do the king best service in the end: He keeps

safety, them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first which we do tender, as we dearly grieve mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs for that which thou hast done, -must send thee what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and,

hence sponge, you shall be dry again.

With fiery quickness : Therefore, prepare thyself ; Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

The bark is ready, and the wind at help,

The associates tend, and every thing is bent

Ros.

Will’t please you go, mny lord ? For England.

Ham. I will be with vou straight. Go a little Ham. For England ?

before.

[Ereunt Ros. and Guil. king.

Ay, Hamlet.

How all occasions do inform against me, Ham.

Good. And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, king. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. If his chief good, and market of his time,

Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. for England ! — Farewell, dear mother.

Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse, king. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Looking before, and after, gave us not
Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and That capability and godlike reason
wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
Come, for England.

(Erit. Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple king. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed Of thinking too precisely on the event, — aboard ;

A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night :

wisdom, Away; for every thing is seal'd and done

And, ever, three parts coward, - I do not know That else leans on the affair : Pray you, make haste. Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ;

(Ereunt Ros. and Guil. Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,

means, (As my great power thereof may give thee sensc; To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red

Witness, this army of such mass, and charge,
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe

Led by a delicate and tender prince ;
Pays homage to us,) thou may'st not coldly set Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,
Our sovereign process; which imports at full, Makes mouths at the invisible event ;
By letters conjuring to that effect,

Exposing wha: is mortal, and unsure,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,
For like the hectick in my blood he rages,

Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, Is, not to stir without great argument ;
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. [Erit. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,

When honour's at the stakc. How stand I then, SCENE IV. - A Plain in Denmark. That have a father kill'd, a mother stain’d,

Excitements of my reason, and my blood, Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching,

And let all sleep? wbile, to my shame, I see For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; The imminent death of twenty thousand men, Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras

That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame, Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march

Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, If that his majesty would aught with us,

Which is not tomb enough, and continent, We shall express our duty in his eye,

To hide the slain ? — 0, from this time forth, And let him know so.

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! (Erit. Cap.

I will do't, my lord. For. Go softly on.

SCENE V. - Elsinore. A Room in the Castle. (Ereunt Fortinbras 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;
Cap. They are of Norway, sir.

Her mood will needs be pitied.
Ham.
How purpos’d, sir, Queen.

What would she have? I pray you?

Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she Cap. Against some part of Poland.

hears, Ham.

Who There's tricks i'the world ; and hems, and beats her Commands them, sir ?

heart; 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, Or for some frontier ?

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, The hearers to collection ; they aim at it.
We
go to gain a little patch of ground,

And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ; That hath in it no profit but the name.

Which, as her winks and nods, and gestures yield To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;

them, 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 : Will not debate the question of this straw :

Let her come in.

(Erit HORATIO This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace ; To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : Why the man dies. — I humbly thank you, sir. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, Cap. God be wi'you, sir. [Erit Captain. I It spills itself, in fcaring to be spik.

Re-enter IloRATIO, with Ophelia.

All from her father's death : And now behold, Opıh. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den- o Gertrude, Gertrude, mark?

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Queen. How now, Ophelia ?

But in battalions! First her father slain ;

Next your son gone ; and he most violent author Oph. How should I your true love know

Of his own just remove : The people muddied, From another one ?

Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and By his cockle hat and staff";

whisphers, And his sandal shoon? (Singing. For good Polonius' death ; and we have done but Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song ?

greenly, Oph. Say you ? nay, pray you, mark.

In hugger-mugger to inter him : Poor Ophelia,

Divided from herself, and her fair judgment;
He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings. Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts.
He is dead and gone ;

Last, and as much containing as all these,
At his head a grass-green turf,

Her brother is in secret come from France :
At his heels a stone.

Feeds on his wonder, kecps himself in clouds, 0, ho!

And wants not buzzers to infect his ear Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,

With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Oph.

Pray you, mark.

Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

Will nothing stick our person to arraign
White his shroud as the mountain snow,

In ear and ear., O my dear Gertrude, this,
[Sinys.

Like to a murdering piece, in many places
Enter King.

Gives me superfluous death. A noise within. Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.

Queen.

Alack! what noise is this? Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers ;

Enter a Gentleman.
Which bewept to the grave did go,

King. Attend :
With true-love showers.

Where are my Switzers ? Let them guard the door : King. How do you, pretty lady?

What is the matter? Oph. Well, God’ield you! They say, the owl was Geni.

Save yourself, my lord; a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, The ocean, overpeering of his list, but, know not what we may be.

God be at your

Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, table !

Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, King. Conceit upon her father.

O’erbears your officers ; The rabble call him, lord ; Oph. Pray, let us have no words this ; but And as the world were now but to begin, when they ask you what it means, say you this : Antiquity forgot, custom nut known,

The ratifiers and props of every word,
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day
All in the morning betime,

They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king!
And I a maid at your window,

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

Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!
To be your Valentine :

Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
Then up he rose, and don'd his clothes,

O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.
And dupp'd the chamber door ;

King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Let in the maid, that out a maid

Enter LAERTEs, armed; Danes following: Never departed more.

Laer. Where is this king? — Sirs, stand you all King. Pretty Ophelia !

without. Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end

Dan. No, let's come in. on't :

Laer.

I pray you, give me leave.
By Gis, and by Saint Charity,

Dan. We will, we will.
Alack, and fye for shame !

[Threy retire without the door. Young men will do't, if they come to't ;

Laer. I thank you :

keep the door.

0 thou

vile king,
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

Give me my father.
You promis'd me to wed :

Queen.

Calmly, good Laertes,

Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims [He answers.]

me bastard ; So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot

Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow An thou hadst not come to my bed.

Of my true mother. King. How long bath she been thus?

King. What is the cause, Laertes, Oph. I hope, all will be well.

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

trude ; pray you.

[Erit Horatio. Speak, man. 0! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Laer. Where is my father ?

K'ing.
Dead.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, [Sings. Queen.

But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill.

Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled

She turns to favour, and to prettiness. with :

Oph. And will he not come again? (SN:. To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil!

And will he not come again? Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit!

No, no, he is dead, I dare damnation : To this point I stand,

Go to thy death-bed, That both the worlds I give to negligence,

He never will come again.
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd

His beard was as white as snow,
Most throughly for my father.
king.
Who shall stay you?

Au flaxen was his poll :
He is
gone,

he is Laer. My will, not all the world's :

gone,

And we cast auay moan ;
And, for my means, I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.

God 'a mercy on his soul !
King.
Good Laertes, And of all christian souls ! I pray God.

God be If you desire to know the certainty

wi' you !

[Erit Oruen. of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, Laer. Do you see this, O God ? That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, King. Laertes, I must commune with your gricf, Winner and loser ?

Or you deny me right.

Go but apart, Laer. None but his enemies.

Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, King.

Will you know them then ? And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me : Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my If by direct or by collateral hand arms;

They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,

Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, Repast them with my blood.

To you in satisfaction; but, if not, King.

Why, now you speak | Be you content to lend your patience to us, Like a good child, and a true gentleman.

And we shall jointly labour with your soul That I am guiltless of your father's death,

To give it due content. And am most sensibly in grief for it,

Laer.

Let this be so; It shall as level to your judgment 'pear,

His means of death, his obscure funeral, As day does to your eye.

No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, Danes. [Within.) Let her come in.

No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, Laer. How now! what noise is that?

Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,

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

King. and flowers.

So you shall ;

And, where the offence is, let the great axe fall. O heat, dry up my brains ! tears, seven times salt,

I pray you, go with me.

[Ereunt. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight, SCENE VI. - Another Room in the same. fill our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia !

Enter 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?

Serv.

Sailors, sir ; Nature is fine in love : and, where 'tis fine,

They say, they have letters for you. It sends some precious instance of itself

Hur.

Let them come in. After the thing it loves.

[Erit 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'd many a tear ;
Fare you well, my dove !

Enter Sailors. Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade

1 Sail. God bless

you,

sir. revenge,

Hor. Let him bless thee too. It could not move thus.

1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a Oph. You must sing, Down a-down, an you call

letter for you, sir; it comes from the ambassador him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It

that was bound for England; if your name be is the false steward, that stole his master's daughter. Horatio, as I am let to know it is. *

Laer. This nothing's more than matter.

Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have pray you, love, remember : and there is pansies, overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the that's for thoughts.

king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment remembrance fitted.

gave us chace : Finding ourselves too slow of sail, Oph. There's funnel for you, and columbines :: we put on a compelled valour; and in the grapple 1 there's rue for you; and here's some for me : - we boarded them : on the instant, they got clear of our may call it, herb of grace o’Sundays: — you may ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have wear your rue with a difference. - There's a daisy: dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew

- I would give you some violets; but they withered what they did ; I am to do a good turn for them. all, when my father died :- They say, he made a Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair good end,

thou to me with as much haste as thou would'st fly

my life.

death. I have words lo speak in thine ear, will make What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore Or is it some abuse, and no such thing'
of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee Laer. Know you the hand?
where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold king. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked,
their course for England; of them I have much 10 And, in a postscript here, he says, alone :
tell thee. Farewell.

Can you advise me?
He that thou knowest thine, Ilamlet. Laer. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come ;

It warms the very sickness in my heart,
Come, I will give you way for these your letters;

That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, And do't the speedier, that you may direct me

Thus diddest thou. To lim from whom you brought them. [Ereunt.

king.

If it be so, Laertes, SCENE VII. Another Room in the same.

As how should it be so ? how otherwise ?

Will you be rul’d by me?
Enter King and LAERTES.

Laer.

Ay, my lord; king. Now must your conscience my acquittance So you will not o'er-rule me to a peace. seal,

kiny. To thine own peace.

If he be now reAnd you must put me in your heart for friend;

turn'd, Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, As checking at his voyage, and that he means That he, which hath your noble father slain,

No more to undertake it, - I will work him
Pursu'd

To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
Laer.
It well appears: -

But tell me,

Under the which he shall not choose but fall; Why you proceeded not against these feats,

And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe ; So crimeful and so capital in nature,

But even his mother shall uncharge the practice, As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things else, / And call it, accident. You mainly were stirr'd up.

Laer.

DIy lord, I will be rul'd : King.

0, for two special reasons ; The rather, if you could devise it so, Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, That I might be the organ. But yet to me they are strong. The queen, his k’ing.

It falls right. mother,

You have been talk'd of since your travel much, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself,

And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) Wherein, they say, you shine : your sum of parts She is so conjunctive to my life and soul,

Did not together pluck such envy from him,
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, As did that one; and that, in my regard,
I could not but hy her. The other motive,

Of the unworthiest siege.
Why to a publick count I might not go,

Laer.

What part is that, my lord ? Is the great love the general gender bear him : k’ing. A very ribband in the cap of youth, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Yet needful too ; for youth no less becomes Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone,

The light and careless livery that it wears, Convert bis gyves to graces ; so that my arrows,

Than settled are his sables, and his weeds, Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,

Importing health and graveness. Two months Would have reverted to my bow again,

since, And not where I had aim'd them.

Here was a gentleman of Normandy, Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; I have seen myself, and servd against, the French, A sister driven into desperate terms;

And they can well on horseback : but this gallant Whose wortli, if praises may go back again,

Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat ; Stood challenger on mount of all the age

And to such wond'rous doing brought his horse, For her perfections : – But my revenge will come. As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd King. Break not your sleeps for that : you must With the brave beast : so far he topp'd my thouglit, not think,

That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

Come short of what he did. That we can let our beard be shook with danger, Lier.

Á Norman, was't ? And think it pastime. You shortly shall licar more: king. A Norman. I loved your father, and we love ourself;

Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,

king

The very same. How now? what news?

Laer. I know him well: he is the brooch, indeed,

And gem of all the nation.
Enter a Messenger.

King. He made confession of you ;
Mess.

Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : And gave you such a masterly report,
This to your majesty ; this to the queen.

For art and exercise in your defence,
king. From Hamlet! Who brought them? And for your rapier most especial,
Mess. Sailors, iny lord, they say: I saw them not; That he cried out, ’twould be a sight indeed,
They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd them

If one could match you : the scrimers of their nation, Of him that brought them.

He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, king:

Laertes, you shall hear them :- If you opposid ili in : Sir, this report of his Leave us.

Erit Messenger. Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, [Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know, I am That he could nothing do, but wish and beg set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I bor Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. leave to see your kingly eyes : when I shall, first Now, out of this, asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occrision Laer.

What, out of this, my lord? of my sudden and more strange return. Hamlet. king. Laertes, was your father dear to you?

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