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Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
And that our drift look through our bad perA face without a heart?
Why ask you this? 'Twere better not assay'd; therefore this project King. Not that I think, you did not love your should have a back, or second, that might hold, father;
If this should blast in proof. Soft; – let me see: --But that I know, love is begun by time;
We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, And that I
When in your motion you are hot and dry, There lives within the very flame of love
(As make your bouts more violent to that end,) A kind of wick, or snufr, that will abate it ;
And that he calls for drink, I'll have preferr'd him And nothing is at a like goodness still;
A chalice for the nonce ; whereon but sipping, For goodness, growing to a plurişy,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, Dies in his own too-much: That we would do, Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what noise ? We should do when we would ; for this would changes,
-Enter QUEEN. And hath abatements and delays as many,
sweet As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents ; Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's heci, And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh, So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'd, Laertus. That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o’the ulcer : Laer. Drown'd! 0, where? Hamlet comes back : what would you undertake, Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the brook, To show yourself indeed your father's son
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy streain ; More than in words?
Therewith fantastick garlands did she make Laer.
To cut his throat i'the church. Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, King. No place, indeed, should murder sanc- That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, tuarize;
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them ; Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Will you do this, keep close within your chamber : Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; Hamlet, return'd, shall know you are come home : When down her weedy trophies, and herself, We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And set a double varnish on the fame
And, mermaid-like, a while they bore her up: The Frenchman gave you ; bring you, in fine, to- Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; gether,
As one incapable of her own distress, And wager o'er your heads : he, being remiss, Or like a creature native and indu'd Most generous, and free from all contriving, Unto that element: but long it could not be, Will not peruse the foils ; so that, with ease, Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay A sword unbared, and, in a pass of practice, To muddy death. Requite him for your father.
Alas then, she is drown'd ? Laer.
I will do't:
Queen. Drown'd, drown'd. And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword.
Laer. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, I bought an unction of a mountebank,
And therefore I forbid my tears : But yet So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, Let shame say what it will: when these are gone, Collected from all simples that have virtue
The woman will be out. - Adieu, my lord ! Under the moon, can save the thing from death, I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze, That is but scratch'd withal : I'll touch my point But that this folly drowns it.
[Erit. With this contagion ; that, if I gall him slightly, King.
Let's follow, Gertrude ; It may be death.
How much I had to do to calm his rage ! king, .
Let's further think of this ; Now fear I, this will give it start again ; Weigh, what convenience, both of time and means, Therefore, let's follow.
(Ezrulli. May fit us to our shape: if this should fail,
SCENE I. - A Church-Yara.
it argues an act : and an act hath three branches; it Enter Two Clowns, with spades, fic.
is, to act, to do, and to perform: Argal, she drowned
berself gly. 1 Clo. Is she to be buried in christian burial, that 2 Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver. wilfully seeks her own salvation ?
1 Cl. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: 2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her grave here stands the man; good: If the man go to this straight : the crowner hath set on her, and finds it water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he christian burial.
goes ; mark you that : but if the water come to him, I Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned her- and drown him, he drowns not himself: Argal, he, self in her own defence ?
that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his 2 Clo. Why, 'tis found so.
own life. 1 Clo. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. 2 Clo. But is this law? For here lies the point : "If I drown myself wittingly, 1 Clo. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-quest law.
2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had | Such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; migli not been a gentlewoman, she should have been bu- it not? ried out of christian burial.
Hor. Ay, my lord. 1 Clo. Why, there thou say'st : And the more Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady Worm's; pity; that great folks shall have countenance in this chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a world to drown or bang themselves, more than their sexton's spade : Here's fine revolution, an we had even christian. Come, my spade. There is no the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave- breeding, but to play at loggats with them? mine makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
ache to think on't. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman ?
1 Clo. A pick-are, and a spade, a spade, [Singe 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms.
For 2 Clo. Why, he had none.
·- and a shrouding sheet : 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou un
0, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet. derstand the scripture? The scripture says, Adam digged; Could he dig without arms? l’il put an
[ Throw's up a scull. other question to thee : if thou answerest me not to Ham. There's another : Why may not that be the the purpose, confess thyself
scull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, bis 2 Clo. Go to.
quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why 1 Clo. What is he, that builds stronger than either does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter ? about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not
2 Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame out- tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This lives a thousand tenants.
fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with I Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith ; the gal- his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double lows does well: But how does it well ? it does well vouchers, his recoveries : Is this the fine of his fines, to those that do ill: now thou dost ill, to say, the and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the pate full of fine dirt ? will his vouchers vouch him gallows may do well to thee. To't again ; come. no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a ship- the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The wright, or a carpenter?
very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in this i Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
box; and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha? 2 Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
Hor. Not a jot more, my lord. I Clo. To't.
Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins ? 2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
Hor. Aye, my lord, and of calves-skins too.
Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which seek out Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance.
assurance in that. I will speak to this fellow : 1 Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it ; for Whose grave's this, sirrah ? your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating : 1 Clo. Mine, sir. and, when you are asked this question next, say, a grave-maker ; the houses that he makes, last till
0, a pit of clay for to be made [Sings.
For such a guest is meet. doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor.
[Exit 2 Clown. Ham. I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.
1 Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore it is not i Clown digs, and sings.
yours : for my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine. In youth, when I did love, did love,
Ham. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say it is Methought, it was very sweet,
thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick ; thereTo contract, 0, the time, for, ah, my behove fore thou liest. 0, methought, there was nothing meet.
1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir ; 'twill away again,
from me to you. Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? Ham. What man dost thou dig it for ? he sings at grave-making.
1 Clo. For no man,
sir. Hor. Custom bath made it in him a property of Ham. What woman then ? easiness.
1 Clo. For none neither. Ham. Tis e'en so : the hand of little employment Ham. Who is to be buried in't ? hath the daintier sense.
1 Clo. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her 1 Clo. But age, with his stealinz steps,
soul, she's dead. Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak And hath shipped me into the land, by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
By the As if I had never been such.
lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note
the [Throws up a scull.
grown so picked, that the toe of the
peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, le Ham. That scull had a tongue in it, and could galls his kibe. How long hast thou been a grave sing once : How the knave jowls it to the ground, maker ? as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first mur- 1 Clo. Of all the days i'the year, I came to't der! This might be the pate of a politician, which that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Forthis ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent tinbras. God, might it not?
Ham. How long's that since ? Hor. It might, my lord.
1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell Ham. Or of a courtier ; which could say, Good that: It was that very day that young Hamlet was morrow, sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord ? This born : he that is mad, and sent into England. might be my lord Such-a-one, that praised my lord Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England ?
of it ;
1 Clo. Why, because he was mad: he shall re- O, that the earth, which kept the world in awe, cover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no great Should patch a wall to expel the winter's tlaw : matter there.
But soft! but soft! aside ; — Here comes the king, Ham. Why? 1 Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there ; there the
Enter Priests, fc. in procession ; the corpse of men are as mad as he.
OPHELIA, LAERTES, and Mourners following ; Ham. How came he mad?'
King, Queen, their Trains, doc. I Clo. Very strangely, they say.
the courtiers : Who is this they follow? Ham. How strangely?
And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken, 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand Ham. Upon what ground ?
Fordo its own life. 'Twas of some estate : 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark ; I have been Couch we a while, and mark. (Retiring with Horatio. sexton here, inan, and boy, thirty years.
Laer. What ceremony else? Ham. How long will a man lie i'the earth ere he Ham.
That is Laertes, rot?
A very noble youth: Mark. 1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die, Laer. What ceremony else? (as we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd will scarce hold the laying in,) he will last you some As we have warranty: Her death was doubtful ; eight year, or nine year : a tanner will last you nine And, but that great command o'ersways the order, year.
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd Ham. Why he more than another ?
Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his Shards, flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her, trade, that he will keep out water a great while; | Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants, and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home dead body. Here's a scull now hath lain you i'the Of bell and burial. earth three-and-twenty years.
Laer. Must there no more be done? Ham. Whose was it?
No more be done! I Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was; Whose We should profane the service of the dead, do you think it was?
To sing a requiem, and such rest to her, Ham. Nay, I know not.
As to peace-parted souls. I Clo. A pesilence on him for a mad rogue! he Laer.
Lay her i'the earth ; poured a fagon of Rhenish on my head once. And from her fair and unpolluted flesh This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's May violets spring !- I tell thee, churlish priest, jester.
A minist’ring angel shall my sister be, Ham. This?
(Takes the scull. When thou liest howling. 1 Clo. E'en that.
What, the fair Ophelia ! Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell! a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he
[Scattering flowers. hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips that I have I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid, kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes And not have strew'd thy grave. now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of Laer.
O, treble woe merriment, that were wont to set the table on a Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's cham- | Depriv'd thee of ! Hold off the earth a while, ber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this Till I have caught her once more in mine arms : favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.
[Leaps into the grave. Pr’ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead ; Hor. What's that, my lord ?
Till of this flat a mountain you have made, Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head fashion i'the earth ?
Of blue Olympus. Hor. E'en so.
Ham. (Advancing.] What is he, whose grief Ham. And smelt so? pah !
Bears such an emphasis ? whose phrase of sorrow [Throws down the scull. Conjures the wand’ing stars, and makes them stand Hor. E'en so, my lord.
Like wonder-wounded hearers ? this is I, Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Hamlet the Dane.
(Leaps into the grave. Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Laer.
The devil take thy soul ! Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ?
(Grappling with him. Hor. "Twere to consider too curiously, to con- Ham. Thou pray st not well.
I pr’ythee, take thy fingers from my throat ; Ham. No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him For, though I am not splenetive and rash, thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead Yet have I in me something dangerous, it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy band. Alexander returneth to dust; the dust is earth ; of king. Pluck them asunder. earth we make loam : And why of that loam, Queen.
Hamlet, Hamlet! whereto he was converted, might they not stop a All. Gentlemen, beer-barrel ?
Good my lord, be quiet. Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
( The Attendants part them, and they come out Migit stop a hole to keep the wind away :
of the grave.
Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this | No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, theme,
My head should be struck off. Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Is't possible? Queen. O my son ! what theme?
Ham. Here's the commission ; read it at more Ham. I lov’d Ophelia ; forty thousand brothers
leisure. Could not, with all their quantity of love,
But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed ? Make up my sum. —
What wilt thou do for her? Hor. Ay, 'beseech you. k'ing. O, he is mad, Laertes.
Ham. Being thus benetted round with villainits, Queen. For love of God, forbear him.
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine ?
How to forget that learning ; but, sir, now To outface me with leaping in her grave ?
It did me yeoman's service: Wilt thou know Be buried quick with her, and so will I :
The effect of what I wrote ? And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Hor.
Ay, good my lord. Millions of acres on us ; till our ground,
Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king, Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
As England was his faithful tributary ; Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, As love between them like the palm might flourish; I'll rant as well as thou.
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, Queen.
This is mere madness : And stand a comma 'tween their amities; And thus a while the fit will work on him ;
And many such like as's of great charge,Anon, as patient as the female dove,
That on the view and knowing of these contents, When that her golden couplets are disclos’d, Without debatement further, more, or less, His silence will sit drooping.
He should the bearers put to sudden death, Ham.
Hear you, sir; Not shriving-time allow'd. What is the reason, that you use me thus ?
How was this seal'd ? I lov'd you ever : But it is no matter ;
Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant ; Let Hercules himself do what he may,
I had my father's signet in my purse,
[Exit Horatio. Subscrib'd it; gave't the impression; plac'd it safely, Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; The changeling never known: Now, the next day
[To LAERTES. Was our sea-fight: and what to this was sequent We'll put the matter to the present push.
Thou know'st already.
to't. This grave shall have a living monument:
Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this An hour of quiet shortly shall we see ;
Does by their own insinuation grow :
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
Why, what a king is this! the other; —
Ham. Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon? You do remember all the circumstance ?
Ile that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Hor. Remember it, my lord !
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes ; Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, Thrown out liis angle for my proper life, That would not let me sleep : methought, I lay And with such cozenage; is't not perfect conscience, Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashiy, To quit him with this arm ? and is't not to be And prais'd be rashness for it, - Let us know,
damn'd, Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well,
To let this canker of our nature come When our deep plots do pall; and that should In further evil ?
Hor. It must be shortly known to him from There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
England, Rough-hew them how we will.
What is the issue of the business there. Hor.
That is most certain. Ham. It will be short : the interim is mine; Ham. Up from my cabin,
And a man's life's no more than to say, one. My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Peace; who comes here? Larded with many several sorts of reasons, Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
Enter Osric. With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
Osr. Your lorelship right welcome back to That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
Ham. I humbly thank you, sir. — Dost know as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards, with this water-fly?
their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: Three of Hor. No, my good lord.
the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and vice to know him : He hath much land, and fertile: of very liberal conceit. let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand Ham. What call you the carriages? at the king's mess : ”Tis a chough ; but, as I
say, Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the marspacious in the possession of dirt.
gent, ere you had done. Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers. I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. Ham. The phrase would be more german to the
Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides; I spirit: Your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the would, it might be hangers till then. But, on : Six head.
Barbary horses against six French swords, their asOsr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. signs, and three liberal conceited carriages, that's
Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind the French bet against the Danish : Why is this imis northerly.
pawned, as you call it ? Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and passes between yourself and him, he shall not exhot; or my complexion
ceed you three hits; he hath laid, on twelve for Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, nine; and it would come to immediate trial, if your as 'twere, I cannot tell how. — My lord, his ma- lordship would vouchsafe the answer. jesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great Ham. How, if I answer, no? wager on your head : Sir, this is the matter,
Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your Ham. I beseech you, remember
person in trial. [HAMLET moves him to put on his hat. Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall; If it Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my ease, in good please bis majesty, it is the breathing time of day faith. Sir, here is newly come to court, Laertes : with me : let the foils be brought, the gentleman believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most ex- willing, and the king hold his purpose, I will win cellent differences, of very soft society, and great for him, if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but showing : Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is my shame, and the odd hits. the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in Osr. Shall I deliver you so ? him the continent of what part a gentleman would Ham. To this effect, sir ; after what flourish your
nature will. Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship. [Erit. you ;- – thou I know, to divide him inventorially, Ham. Yours, yours. He does well to commend would dizzy the arithmetick of memory; and yet it himself; there are no tongues else for's turn. but yaw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul his head. of great article; and his infusion of such dearth and Ham. He did comply with his dug, before he rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his sem- sucked it. Thus bas he (and many more of the blable is his mirrour ; and, who else would trace same breed, that, I know, the drossy age dotes on,) him, his umbrage, nothing more.
only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. encounter, a kind of yesty collection, which car
Ham. The concernancy, sir ? why do we wrap ries them through and through the most fund and the gentleman in our more rawer breath?
winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their Osr. Sir ?
trial, the bubbles are out. Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do't, sir, really.
Enter a Lord. Ham. What imports the nomination of this gen- Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to tleman ?
you by young Osric, who brings back to him, that Osr. Of Laertes ?
you attend him in the hall : He sends to know, if Hur. His purse is empty already; all his golden your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you words are spent.
will take longer time. Ham. Of him, sir.
Ham. I am constant to my purposes, they follow Osr. I know, you are not ignorant
the king's pleasure : if his fitness speaks, mine is Ham. I would, you did, sir; yet, in fait!ı, if you ready; now, or whensoever, provided I be so able did, it would not much approve me;
Well, sir, Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence Lord. The king, and queen, and all are coming Laertes is
down. Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should com- Ham. In happy time. pare with him in excellence ; but, to know a man Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle well, were to know himself.
entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play. Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon ; but in the im- Ham. She well instructs me. [Exit Lord. putation laid on him by them, in his meed he's Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord. unfellowed.
Ham. I do not think so; since he went into Ham. What's his weapon?
France, I have been in continual practice; I shall Osr. Rapier and dagger.
win at the odds. But thou would'st not think, Ham. That's two of his weapons : but, well. how ill all's here about my heart: but it is 10
Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six matter.