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PERSONS REPRESENTED. Claudius, king of Denmark.
Francisco, a soldier. Hamlet, son to the former, and nephew to the present | Reynaldo, servant to Polonius. king,
A Captain. Polonius, lord Chamberlain.
An Ambassador. Horatio, friend to Hamlet.
Ghost of Hamlet's
father. Laertes, son to Polonius.
Fortinbras, prince of Norway.
Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet. Guildenstern,
Ophelia, daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-Dig A Priest.
gers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. Marcellus,
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but onr fantasy ;
Therefore I have entreated him along,
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come, Fran.
Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Yourself.
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. Ber. Long live the king!
Sit down awhiley! Fran.
And let us once again assail your ears, Ber.
That are so fortified against our story,
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Ber.
Have you had quiet guard ? Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
Well, good night. The bell then beating oneIf you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Mar. Peace, break thee off ; look, where it comes The rivals of my walch, bid them make haste
again! Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Enter Ghost, fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. there?
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Hør. Friends to this ground.
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Mar.
And liegemen to the Danc. Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, aud Fran. Give you good night.
O, furewell, honest soldier : Ber. It would be spoke to. Who hath reliev'd you?
Speak to it, Horatio. Fran.
Bernarlo bath my place. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Give you good night.
(Exu Francisco. Together with that fair aud warlike forın Mar. Holla! Beruardo!
In which the majesty of buried Denmark Ber.
Did sometimes march? by licaven I charge thee, speak. What, is Horatio there?
Mar. It is offended.
See ! it stalks away. Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. Stay ; speak : speak I charge thee, speak. Hor. What, has this thing appeard again to-nigtit?
Mar. 'Tis gone,
Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star,
Was sick almost to dooms-day wità eclipsc.
And even the like precurse of fieree events,
And prologue to the omen coming on
Have heaven and earth together demonstrateni
Unto our climatures and countrynie.
But, soft ; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross is, though it blast me.Stay, illusion !
Speak to me :
If there be any good thing to be done,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, || Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
[Ceck trek And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
Speak of it :-stay, and speak.–Stop it, Marcellus.
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
'Tis here! What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
"Ti kart Doth make the night joint-labourcr with the day ; Nar. 'Tis gone!
[Est Gia Who is't, that can inform me?
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the slow of violence ;
And our vain blows malicions mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock ere*.
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whethier in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit luies
To his continc: and of the truth herein
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, His fell to Hamlet : Now, sir, young Fortinbras, This bird of dawning singeth all night long Of unimproved metile hot and full,
And then, they say. no spirit dares stir abroad; Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strik Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowd and so gracious is the tirae.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part
But, look, the morn, in russct mantle elad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern liil) :
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
Mar. Let's do't, I pray ; an! I this morning knat
Where we shall find him most convenical [Ercan,
SCENE II.-The stine.
A Reom of state in the In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
same. Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Poloniera A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
Laertes, Poltimand, Cornelius, Lords, and sens The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted douta?
ants. Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
King. Though yetoilIamlet our dear brother odeath
The memory be green ; and that it us be tied
To be contracted in one brow of woe ;
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. That we with wisest sortow think on him,
Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids, Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Therefore our sometime sister, now our qucen, Thou know's, 'tis common; all, that live, must die The imperial jointress of this warlike state,
Passing through nature to eternity. Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. With one auspicious, and one dropping eye ;
If it be,
Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know sot secies, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barrd
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
Nor customary suits of solemn black, With this affair along :-For all, our thanks.
Nor windy suspiration of fore'd breath, Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Holding a weak supposal of our worth;
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem,
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, To our most valiant brother.-So much for him.
That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation, for some term of this his nephew's purpose, -to suppress
To do obsequious sorrow : But to persever His further gait herein ; in that the levies,
In obstinate condolement, is a course The lists, and full proportions, are all made
of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmaniy grief: Aut of his subject :-and we here despatch
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
A heart unfortified, or mind impatient; For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
An understanding simple and unschool'd: Giving to you no further personal power
For what, we know, must be, and is as common To business with the king, more than the scope As any the most vulgar thing to sense, of these dilated articles allow.
Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, duty.
'To reason most absurd ; whose common theme King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
[E.reunt Voltimand and Cornelius. From the first corse, till he chat died today,
As of a father: for let the world take note.
And, with no less nobility of love The head is not more native to the heart,
Than that which dearest father bears his son, The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Do I inupart toward you. For your intent Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. In going back to school in Wittenberg, What wouldst thou have, Laertes ?
It is most retrograde to onr desire: Laer.
My dread lord, And, we beseech you, bend you to remain Your leave and favour to return to France;
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. To show my duty in your coronation;
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her praycrs, HauYet now, I must confess, that duty done, Dly thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. King. Have you your father's leave? What says Po King. Why, 'uis a loving and a fair reply; lonius?
Be as ourself in Denmark.–Madam, come; Pol. He bath, my lord, wrung from me my slow This gentie and unforc'd accord of Hamlet leave,
Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof, By laboursome petition: and, at last,
No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-lay, Upon his will I seald my hard consent:
But the great annnon to the clouds shall tell;
And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
[Excunt King, Queen, Lords, 6e. Poloniue But now, iny cousin Hamlet, and my son,
and Laertes. Fam. A little more than lun, and less than kind. Ham. O, that this too too solid fesh wonki neti,
[Aside. | Tlaw, and resolve itself into a dew! King. flow is it that the clouds seill bang on you? Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Uam. Vue su, my lord, I am 100 niuch iche sun. His canou 'guinst self slaghter! O God! Cinch
How weary, stale, fat, and unprofitable
This marvel to you. Seem to me all the uses of this world!
For God's love, let me bean Pye on't! O iye! 'tis an unweeded garden,
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, That grows to seed; things rank, and grass in nature, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! In the dead waist and middle of the night, But two months dead !-nay, not so much, not two; Been thus eucounter d. A figure like your father, So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pe. Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
Appears before them, and, with solemn march, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Goes slow and stately by then: thrice he walkid, Visit her face too ronghly. Heaven and earth! By their oppress'd and fear-surprized eges. Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they, distilla As if increase of appetite had grown
Almost to jelly with the act of fear, By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is woman! In dreadtul secrecy impart they did; A little month; or ere those shoes were old,
And I with them, the third night kept the watch: With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Like Niobe, all tears :-why she, even she
Form of the thing, each word made true and good, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, The apparition comes: I knew your father ; Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my uncle ; | These hands are not more like. My father's brother; but no more like my father, Ham.
But where was this? Than I to Hereules: Within a month;
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watchil Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Ham. Did you not speak to it? Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
My lord, I did; She married ;-0 most wicked speed, to post
But answer made it none: yet once, methought, With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It lifted up its head, and did adilers
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
And at the sound it shrunk in baste away,
And vanish'd from our sight. Hor. Hail to your lordship!
'Tis very strange Ham.
I am glad to see you well : Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; Horatio,mor I do forget myself.
And we did think it writ down in our duty, Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. To let you know of it. Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that name Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles toe.
Hold you the watch to-night And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio :
We do, my lord. Marcellus?
Ham. Armd, say you? Mar. My good lord
Armu, my lond. Ham. I am very glad to see you ;- good even, sir. Ham.
From top to toe? Bis what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? ANI, My lord, from head to foot. Ilor. A truant disposition, goal my lord.
Then saw you not Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;
His face? Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver op To make it truster of your own report
Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Against yourself: I know, you are no trnant.
A countenance more But what is your affair in Elsinore?
In sorrow than in anger. We'll teach you to drink deep, ere yon depart.
Pale, or red?
And fix'd his eyes upon you? I think, it was to see my motber's wedding.
Her Most constantiy. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
I would, I had been there. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral bak d Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. meats
Very like, Did coldly furnish forth the mairiage-tables.
Very like: Staid it long? 'Would I had znet my dearest foe in heaven
Hor. While one with moderate baste might cell a Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !
hundred. My father,-Methinks, I see my father.
Mar. Ber. Longer. Ionger. Hor.
Hor. Not when I saw it.
His beard was grizzl'd? no! Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
Ilam. I will watch to-night;
Perchance, 'twill walk again. Hor. My Joril, I think I saw him yesternight.
I warrant, it will Hanı, Saw! who?
Ham, If it assume my nohle father's person, Kor.
My lord, the king your father. I'll speak to it, thougla hell itsele should gape, Ham. The king my father!
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, Hor. Season your admiration for a while
If you have hitherto conceal tiis sight, With an attent ear: tiil I may deliver,
Let it bar tenable in your silence still; l'pon the witness of tuese gentlemen,
And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue;
AU. Our duty to your honour.
[Ea cunt Hor. Mar. and Ber.
[Erit. SCENE III.-A Room in Polonius's House. Enter
Laertes and Ophelia.
Do you doubt that?
Oph. No more but so?
Think it no more:
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
O fear me diót.
I stay too long ;-But here my father comen
Pol. Yet here, Laertes! abuard, aboard, for shame;
(Laying his hand on Laertes' head.
Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord,
Laer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remember well
''Tis in my memory lock'd,
Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many tenders of his affection to me.
Pol. Affection ? puh! you spenk like a green gir),
Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think,
Pol. Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby ;
Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love,
Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it: go to, go to.
Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
Pol. Ay, springes to eatch woodcocki. I do know,