And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties, Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, [exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildensteru. His father, and myself (lawful espials,) Queen. I shall obey you: And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish, Oph. Madam, I wish it may. [tues [exit Queen. Pol. Ophelia, walk you here.-Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves.- -Read on this book; That show of such an exercise may colour 11 King. O, 'tis too true! how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience! 'T'he harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden! [aside. Pol. I hear him coming; let's withdraw, my lord. [cxeunt King and Polonius. Enter Hamlet. Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn How does your honour for this many a day? Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, I never gave you aught. [you did; Oph. My honour'd lord, you know right well, Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest? Ham. Are you fair. Oph. What means your lordship? Ham. That, if you be honest and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty. Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness; this was some time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. Ham. You should not have believed me: for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall relish of it: I loved you not. Oph. I was the more deceived. Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indiffer And, by opposing, end them? To die,-to sleep,--ent honest: but yet I could accuse me of such No more; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ach, and the thousand natural shocks things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: what should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? we are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him: that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry; be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery; farewell: or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a focl; for wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them. uunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him! To a tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; which for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. pray you, avoid it. Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance: go to; I'll no more of't; it hath made me mad. say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live: the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [erit Hamlet. Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, The expectancy and rose of the fair state, [sword; The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstacy: O, woe is me! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Re-enter King and Polonius. King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; Thus set it down; he shall with speed to England, Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. pit Moon [exeunt. SCENE II. A HALL IN THE SAME. SÅN Enter Hamlet, and certain Players. Ham. Speak the speech, In pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke any lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I muy say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness, so (), it offends me to the Boul, to hear a robustions periwig-pated-fellow 1 Play. I warrant your honour. Now Ham. Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o'er-weigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play,—and heard others praise, and that highly,-not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, uor the gait of Christian, pagan, ner man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. 1 Play. I hope, we have reformed that indiffer ently with us. Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them: for there be of them, that will themselves laugh to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.[excunt Players. Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. How now, my lord? will the king hear this piece of diwork? Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. Hum. Bid the players make haste. Will you two help to hasten them? [exit Polonius. Both. Ay, my lord. [exeunt Ros. and Guil Ham. What, ho; Horatio!, Enter Horatio. Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service. A Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note: And after we will both our judgments join Hor. Well, my lord: If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing, Aud 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft. Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be Get you a place. [idle; Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others. King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent, i'faith; of the camelion's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine. Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord,-you played once in the university, you say? [to Polonius. Pol. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. Ham. And what did you enact? Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was killed ithe Capitol; Brutus killed me. Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there.-Be the players ready? Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Queen. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. Pol. O ho! do you mark that?[to the King. Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap? [lying down at Ophelia's feet. Oph. No, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? Ham. Nothing. Oph. You are merry, my lord. Ham. Who, I? Oph. Ay, my lord. Ham. O! your only jig-maker. What should a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r-lady, he must build churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.' [trumpet sounds: the dumb show follows. Enter a King and a Queen, very lovingly: the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck. lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ear, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with ker. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she seems lothe and unwilling awhile, but, in the end, accepts his love. [exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord? Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of the play. Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant! Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the play. Pro. For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently.' Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Enter a King and Queen. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen, About the world have times twelve thirties been; Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Unite commutual in most sacred bands. J P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and Make us again count o'er, ere love be done! [moon But, woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from your former state, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: For women fear too much, even as they love; And women's fear and love hold quantity; In neither aught, or in extremity. Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so. Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear Where little fear grows great,great love grows there 1 P. King. I do believe, you think what now you Their own enactures with themselves destroy: Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! 12 Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i'the world. King. What do you call the play? Ham. The mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropi- This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, murderer;-leave thy dainable faces, and begin. Come; -The croaking raven [time agreeing; [pours the poison into the Sleeper's ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian, you shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises. Ham. What! frighted with false fire! Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give me some light :-away! Pol. Lights, lights, lights! [exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, - to Thet hart ungalled play: h For some must watch, while some must Thus runs the world away.- [sleep; Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me,) with two Provencial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? Hor. Half a share. Ham. A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, oda (6) dated This realm dismantled was bare Of Jove himself; and now reigns here embar Ham. O, good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord. Ham. Upon the talk of poisoning,→ Ham. Ah, ah!-Come, some music: come, the recorders. For, if the king like not the comedy,. 47 Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdly.— Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Come, some music. Guil. Good, my lord, vouchsafe me a word with Ham. Sir, a whole history. Guil. The king, sir, Ham. Ay, sir, what of him? [you. with your mouth, and it will discourse most elo quent music. Look you, these are the stops. Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- you would seem to know my stops; you would pered. Ham. With drink, sir? Guil. No, my lord, with choler. Ham. Your wisdom would show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for ine to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler. Guil. Good, my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Ham. I am tame, sir:-pronounce. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Ham. You are welcome. Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter: my mother, you say, Ros. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? impart. 2 Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good, my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. * Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Ay, sir, but, while the grass grows,'the proverb is something musty. Enter the Players, with recorders. O, the recorders: let me see one.— -To withdraw with you: why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? Guil. My lord, I cannot. Ham. I pray you. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath, pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Enter Polonius. God bless you, sir! Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Pol. Very like a whale. Ham. Then will I come to my mother by-andby. They fool me to the top of my bent.—I will come by-and-by. Pol. I will say so. [exit Polonius. Ham. By-and-by is easily said.-Leave me friends. [exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor. &c. 'Tis now the very witching time of night; [out When church-yards yawn, and hell itself breathe Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.→ O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom : Let me be cruel, not unnatural: [blood I will speak daggers to her, but use none; SCENE 11. A ROOM IN THE SAME. Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. Guil. We will ourselves provide: Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, |