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Might, by the sovereigo power you have of us, Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together : Put your dread pleasures more into command Most welcome home! [exeunt Volt. and Cor Than to entreaty.

Pol. This business is well ended. Guil. But we both obey;

My liege, and madam, to expostulate And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, What majesty should be, what duty is, To lay our service freely at your feet,

Why day is day, night night, and time is time, To be commanded.

(stern. Were nothing but to waste night, day, and tinie. King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guilden- Therefore,- since brevity is the soul of wit,

Queen. Thanks, Guildenstern, and gentle Rosen- And tediousness thelimbs and outward flourishes,-And I beseech you instantly to visit (crantz: I will be brief: your noble son is mad : My too-much changed son.-Go, some of you, Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. What is't, but to be nothing else but mad?

Guil. Heavens make our presence, and our prac. But let that go. Pleasant and helpful to him!

[tices, Queen. More matter, with less art. Qiseen. Ay, amen!

Pol. Madam, I swear I use no art at all. [ereunt Rosen. Guild. and some Attendants. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity ; Enter Polonius.

And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish tigure; Pol. The ambassadors from Norway, my good But farewell it, for I will use no art. Are joyfully return'd.

(lord, Mad let us grant him then: and now remains, King. Thou still hast been the father of good news. That we find out the cause of this effect;

Pol. Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege, Or rather say, the cause of this defect;
I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,

For this effect, defective, comes by cause
Both to my God, and to my gracious king: Thus it remains, and the remaindur thus.
And I do think (or else this brain of mine Perpend.
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure

I have a daughter; have, while she is minc; As it liath us’d to do), that I have found

Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

Hath given me this. Now, gather and surmise. King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. – - To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most

Pol. Give first admittance to the ambassadors; beautified Ophelia,'My news shall be the fruit to that great fcast. That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified' is King. Thyself do grace to them, and bring them a vile phrase; but you shall hear.—Thus: in.

(exit Polonius. In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? The head and source of all your soul's distemper. Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

Queen. I doubt, it is no other but the main; • Doubt thou, the stars are fire; [reuds. His father's death, and our o'er-hasty marriage.

Doubt, that the sun doth move;
Re-enter Polonius, with Voltimand and Cornelius. Doubt truth to be a liar;
Kiny. Well, we shall sift him.--Welcome, my But never doubt, I love.
good friends!

0, dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I Say, Voltivand, what from our brother Norway? have not art to reckon my groans; but that I love

Volt. Most fair return of greetings, and desires. thce best, O, most best, believe it. Adicu. Upou our first, he sent out to suppress

Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd

machine is to him, Hamlet. To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;

This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me: But, better look'd into, he truly found

And more above, hath his solicitings,
It was against your highness: whereat griev'd,- As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
That so his sickness, age, and impotence,

All given to mine ear.
Was falsely borne in hand,-sends out arrests King. But how hath slie
On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, ubeys; Receiv'd his love?
Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine, Pol. What do you think of me?
Makes vow before his uncle, never more

King. As of a man faithful and honourable.
To give th' assay of arnis against your majesty Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you
Whercon old Norway, overcome with joy, When I had seen this hot love on the wing, [think,
Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee; (As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
And his commission, to employ those soldiers, Before my daughter told me,) what might you,
So levied as before, against the Polack:

Or my dear inajesty, your queen here, think, With an entreaty, herein further shown,

If I had play'd the desk, or table-book ; ígives a paper.

Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb); That it mig?:t please you to give quiet pass Or look'd upon this love with idle sight? Through your dominions, for this enterprise; What might you think? No, I went round to work, On such regards of safety, and alloryance, And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; As therein are set down.

Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere; King. It likes us well:

This must not be;' and then I precepts gave her And, ilt our more consider'd time, we'll read, Tbat she should lock herself from his resort, Answer, and think upon this business,

Admit nu messengers, receive no tokens Mean time, we thank you for your well-took labour: Which done, she took the fruits of any advice,

my lord ?

And he repulsed, (a short tale to make,) lack of wit, together with mosi weak hams: all Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;

of which, sir, though I most powerfully and Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, it thus set dowzı; for yourself, sir, shall be as old Into the madness wherein now he raves,

as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward. And all we mou'n for.

Pol. Though this be madness, yet there's meKing. Do you think, 'tis this?

thod in it. [aside] Will you walk out of the air, Queen. It may be, very likely.. Pol. Hath there been such a tiine (I'd fain

Ham. Into my grave? know that,)

Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air. How preg. That I have positively said, 'tis so,

nant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that When it prov'd otherwise ?

often madness hits on, which reason and sanity King. Not that I know.

could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise : leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of

(pointing to his head and shoulders. meeting between him and my daughter. "My If circumstances lead me, I will find

honourable lord, I will most humbly take my Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed

leave of you. Within the centre.

Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any thing King. How may we try it further? (together that I will more willingly part withal; except my

Pol. You know, sometimes he walks four hours life, except my life, except my life. Here in the lobby.

Pol. Fare you well, my lord. Queen. So he does, indeed.

Ham. These tedious old fools! Pol. At such a time I'll loose my daughter to Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Be you and I behind an arras then; [him: Pol. You go to seek the lord Hamlet; there he is. Mark the encounter: if he love her not,

Ros. God save you, sir! (to Polonius : erit Pol. And be not from his reason fallen thereon,

Guil. My honour'd lord! Let me be no assistant for a state,

Ros. My most dear lord! But keep a farm, and carters.

Ham. My excellent good friends! How dost King. We will try it.

thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good Enter Hamlet, reading.

lads, how do ye both? Queen. But look, where sadly the poor wretch Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. ? comes, reading.

Guil. Happy, in that we are not over happy; Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away; On fortune's cap we are not the very button. I'll board him presently.--0, give me leave.

Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe? [excunt King, Queen, and Attendants. Ros. Neither, my lord. How does my good lord Hamlet?

Ham. Then you live about her waist, or in the Ham. Well, God-'a-mercy.

middle of her favours? Pol. Do you know me, my lord ?

Guil. 'Faith, her privates we. Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, most Pol. Not I, my lord.

true; she is a strumpet. What news? Ham. Then I would you were so honcst a man. Ros. None, my lord; but that the world s Pol. Honest, my lord ?

Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world gocs, Ham. Then is dooms-day near. But your news is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. is not true. Let me question more in particular. Pol. That's very true, my lord.

What have you, my good friends, deserved at the Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison dog, being a god, kissing carrion,--have you a hither? daughter?

Guil. Prison, my lord! Pol. I have, my lord.

Ham. Denmark's a prison. Ham. Let her not walk i'the sun: conception Ros. Then is the world one. is a blessing; but as your daughter may conceive, Ham. A goodly one; in which there are many friend, look to't.

confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being Pol. How say you by that? [aside] Still harp- one of the worst. ing on my daughter: yet he knew me not at first; Ros. We think not so, my lord. he said, I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far Ham. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is gone: 'and, truly, in my youth I suffered much nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it extremity for love; very near this. I'll speak to so: To me it is a prison. him again. What do you read, my lord?

Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it one: Ham. Words, words, words!

'tis too narrow for your mind. Pol. What is the matter, my lord?

Ham. O God! I could be bounded in a nutHam. Between who?

shell, and count myself a king of infinite space; Pol. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. were it not that I have bad dreams.

Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; fur here, that old men have grey bcards; that their the very substance of the ambitious is merely the faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber, shadow of a dream. and plumtree gum; and that they have a plentiful Ham. A dream itself is but a shadow.

grown honest.

Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so alry and | turous kniglit shall use his fósil and targets the ligát a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. lover shall not sigh gratis: the humoruus man

Han. Then are our beggars, bodies, and our shall end his part in peace; the clown shall make monarchs, and outstretch'd heroes, the beggars' those laugh, whose lungs are tickled o’the sere; skaduws. Shall we to the court? for, by my fay, and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank I cannot reason,

verse shall halt fort.-Whit players are they? Ros. & Guil. We'll wait upon you.

Ros. Even those you were wont to take such Ham. No such matter ; I will not sort you with delight in, the tragedians of the city. the rest of my servants; for, to speak to you like Ham. How chances it, they travel? their resi. an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. dence, both in reputation and profit, wus better But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make both ways, you at Elsinore?

Ros. I think their inhibition comes by the uncans Ros. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. of the late innovation.

Ham. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in Ham. Do they hold the same estimation they thanks; but I thank you: and sure, dear friends, did when I was in the city? Are they so followed? iny thanks are too dear, a halfpenny. Were you Ros. No, indeed, they are not. not sept for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a Ham. How comes it? Do they grow rusty? free visitation? Come, come; deal justly with me; Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted come, come; nay, speak.

pace; but there is, sii, ani aiery of children, little Guil. What should we say, my lord?

eyases that cry out on the top of question, and are Ham. Any thing—but to the purpose. You most tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the were sent for; and there is a kind of confession fasuion; and so beruttle the common stages (so in your looks, which your modesties have not they call them) that many, wearing rapiers, are craft enough to colour: I know, the good king afraid of goosc quills, and dure scarce coine thither. and qucen have sent for you.

Ham. What, ale they children? who' maintains Ros. To what end, my lord?

thein? how are they escoted? Will they pursue Han. That you must teach me. But let me the quality no longer than they can sing? will they conjure you; hy the rights of our fellowship, by not say afterwards, if they should grow themselves she consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of to common players (as it is most like, if their our ever-preserved Jove, and by what more dear meaus are no better,) their writers do them wrong, a better proposer could charge you withal, bie even to make them exclaim against their own succession? and direct with me, whether you were sent for, Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on both pr ao?

sides; and the nation hold it no sin, to tarre them Ros. What say you? [lo Grillenstern. on to controversy; there was, for a while, no money

Hum. Nay, then I have an eye of you; [aside] bid for argument, unless the poet and the player if you love me, hold not ott.

went to cuffs in the question. Guil. My lord, we were sent for.

Hum. Is it possible? Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipa- Guil. O, there has been much throwing about tion prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to of bruins. the King and queen moult no feather. I have of Ham. Do the boys carry it away? late (but, wherefore, I know not,) lost all my Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and mirth, foregone all custom of exercises: and, in- his load too. deed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that Ham. It is not very strange: for my uncle is this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile king of Denmark; and those that would make promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this forty, fifty, an huridred, ducats a-piece, for his inajestical roof frotted with golden fire, why, it picture in little. - Sblood, there is something in appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pes. this more than natural, if philosophy could find tilunt congregation of vapours. What a piece of it out.” work is man! How noble in reason ! how infinite

(flourish of trumpets within. in faculties! in form, and moving, how express Guil. There are the players. and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in Huin. Gentlemeil, you are welcome to Eliapprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the nore. Your hands ---Come; then the appurteworld! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, nance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not comply with you in this garb; lest my extent to me, nor woman neither; tlough, by your smiling, the players, which, 1 tell you, must show fairly you secm to say 80.

: (thoughts. outward, should more appear like entertainment Ros. My lord, there is no such stuff in my tMan yours. You are welcome; but my uncle

Ham. Why did you laugh then, when I said, father, and aunt-mother, are deceived. man delights not me?'

1. Guil. In what, my dear lord? Ros. To think, my lord, if you deliglt not in Ham. I am but mai north-north west: wlien mali, what lenten entertainment the player's sball the wind is southerly, I know a hawk truult it receive from you; we coted them on the way; hand-saw."*'0730 aud hither are they coming, to offer you service.

1 Enter Polonius. Ham. He that plays the king shall be welcome; Pol. Well be with you, gentlemen! his mairsty sliall havo tribute of me: the adven- Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern ;- and you 100% at each ear a hearer; that great baby, you see speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in your there, is not yet out of his swaddling clouts. memory, begin at this line; let me see, let me see ;

Ros. Happily, he's the second time come to them; The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast, for, they say, an old man is twice a child.

'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus. Ham. I will prophecy, he comes to tell me of The rugged Pyrrhus,--he, whose sable arms, the players; mark it. You say right, sir: o'Monday Black as his purpose, did the night resemble, morning; 'twas then, indeed.

When he lay couched in the ominous borse,Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you.

Hath now this dread and black complexion smeard Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you. When | With heraldry more dismal; head to foot Roscius was an actor in Rome,

Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons Ham. Buz, buz!

Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets, Pol. Upon my honour,

That lend a tyrannous and a damned light Ham. Then came each actor on his ass, To their lord's murder. Roasted in wrath, and fire,

Pol. The best actors in the world, either for And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, tragedy,comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical- Old grandsire Priam seeks.—So proceed you. comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken; with poem unlimited.

Seneca cannot be too heavy, good accent, and good discretion. nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and 1 Play. Anon, he finds him the liberty, these are the only men.

Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, Ham. · 0 Jephthah, judge of Israel,'— what a Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, treasure hadst thou

Repugnant to command. Unequal match'd, Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord ? Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage, strikes wide Ham. Why—'One fair daughter, and no more,

But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The which he loved passing well.' The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, Pol. Still on my daughter.

(aside. Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top Ham. Am I not i'the right, old Jephthah? Stoops to his base; and with a hideous crash

Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword a daughter, that I love passing well.

Which was declining on the milky head Ham. Nay, that follows not.

Of reverend Priam, seem'd in the air to stick: Pol. What follows then, my lord ?

So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood; Ham. Why, “As by lot, God wot,' and then, And, like a neutral to his will and matter, you know, . It came to pass, as most like it was.' Did nothing. -The first row of the pious chanson will shew But, as we often see, against some storm, you more; for look, my abridgment comes, 1969 A silence in the heavens, the rack stands still, Enter four or five Players.

The bold winds speechless, and the orb below You are welcome, masters; welcome, all:--I am As hush as death; anon the dreadful thunder glad to see thee well:— welcome, good friends. Doth rend the region: So, after Pyrrhus' pause O, my old friend! Why, thy face is valanced since A roused vengeance sets him new a-work; I saw thee last.

Comest thou to beard me in And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall Denmark ?—What! my young lady and mistress! On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne, By'r lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven, than With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword when I saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Now falls on Priam.Pray God, your voice, like a piece of uncurrent Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, gold, be not cracked within the ring. Masters, In general synod, take away her power; you are all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, falconers, fly at any thing we see: we'll have a And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your As low as to the fiends! quality; come, a passionate speech.

Pol. This is too long. 1 Play. What speech, my lord?

Ham. It shall to the barber's, with your beard Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, Prythee, say on:--He's for a jig, or a tale of but it was never acted; or, if it was, not above bawdry, or he sleeps:—say on. come to Hecuba. once for the play, I remember, pleased not the 1 Play. But who, ah woe! had seen the mobled anillion; 'twas caviare to the general: but it was Ham. The mobled queen?

(queen. (as I received it, and others, whose judgments, in Pol. That's good; mobled queen is good. such matters, cried in top of mine) an excel- 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning lent play; well digested in the scenes, set down

the flames with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head, one said, there were no sallets in the lines to make Where late the diadem stood; and, for a robe, the matter savoury; nor no matter in the phrase, About her lank and all o'er-teeming loins, that might indite the author of affection: but A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; called it, an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd}, and by very much more handsome than fine. One Gainst Fortune's state would treason have prospeech in it I chiefly loved : 'twas Æneas' tale to But ifthe gods themselves did see her then, (nounc d. Dido; and thereabout of it especially, where he | When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs, That he should weep for her? What would be do.
The instant burst of clamour that she made Had he the motive and the cue for passion,
(Unless things mortal move them not at all,) That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
Would have made milch the burning eye of And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ;
And passion in the gods.

(heaven, Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Pol. Look, whether he has not turned his colour, Confound the ignorant; and amaze, indeed, and has tears in's eyes. —Prythee, no more. The very faculties of eyes and ears.

Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out the Yet I, rest of this soon.--Good, my lord, will you see A dull and muddy-met rascal, peak, . the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them Like John a-dreams, un pregnant of my cause, be well used; for they are the abstract, and brief And can say nothing ; no, not for a king, : chronicles, of the time: After your death you were Upon whose property, and most dear life, better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? while you live.

Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across; Pol. My lord, I will use them according to Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? their desert.

Tweaks me by the nose? gives me theliei'the throat, Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better: use As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? every inan after his desert, and who shall 'scape Ha! whipping? Use them after your own honour and Why, I should take it: for it cannot be, lignity. The less they deserve, the more merit But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall is in your bounty. Take them in.

To make oppression bitter; or, ere this, Pol. Coine, sirs.

I should have fatted all the region kites (exit Polonius, with some of the Players. With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy, villain ! Ham. Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless, vilto-morrow.—Dost thou hear me, old friend; can Why, what an ass am I? this is most brave; (lain! you play the murder of Gonzago ?

That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Ham. We'll have it tomorrow night. You Must, like a whore, unpack iny heart with words, could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen or And fall a cursing, like a very drab, sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert A scullion!

[have heard, in't; could you not?

Fie upon't! fob! About my brains! Humph! I 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Ham. Very well.- Follow that lord; and look Have by the very cunning of the scene you mock him not. [exit Player. ] My good friends, Been struck so to the soul, that presently (to Ros. and Guil.) I'll leave you till night: you They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; are welcome to Elsinore.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak Ros. Good, my lord!

With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players [exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Play something like the murder of my father, Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you. Now I am alone. Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, Is it not monstrous, that this player here, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seesi, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

May be a devil: and the devil hath power Could force his soul so to his own conceit, To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and, perhaps, That, from her working, all his visage wand'd; Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) A broken voice, and his whole function suiting Abuses me to damn me; I'll have grounds With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing ! More relative than this : the play's the thing For Hecuba!

Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

(erit

SCENE I.

A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.

ACT III.

Queen. Did he receive you well? Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosen- Ros. Most like a gentleman. crantz, and Guildenstern.

Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. King. And can you, by no drift of conference, Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, (iet from him, why he puts on this confusion; Most free in his reply. Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

Queen. Did you assay him With turbulent and dangerous lądacy?

To any pastime? Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players But from what cause he will by no means speak. We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded; And there did seem in him a kind of joy But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,

To hear of it: they are about the court; When we would bring him on to some confes- And, as I think it, they have already order sion

This night to play before him. Of his true state.

Pol. 'Tis most true

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