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thought some of nature's journeymen had made For I mine eyes will rivet to his face;
men, and not made them well, they imitated hu And, after, we will both our judgenients join
wanity so abominably;

In censure of his seeming.
1 Play. I hope, we have reform'd that indiffe Hor. Well, ny

lord : rently with us.

5 If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing, Ham. O, reform it altogether. And let those, And’scape detecting, I will pay the theft. [idle: that play your clowns, speak no more than is set Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be down for them: For there be of them, that will Get you a place. themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of bar

Danish march. A flourish. ren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean 10 Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosentime, some necessary question of the play be then crantz, Guildenstern, and others. to be considered: that's villainous; and shews a King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go, Ham. Excellent, i' faith ; of the camelion's inake you ready.

[Exeunt Players. dish : I cat the air, promise-cramm'd: You can-
Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. 15 not feed capons so.
How now, my lord? will the king hear this piece King. I have nothing with this answer, Ham-
of work?

llet; these words are not mine.
Pol. And the queen too, and that presently. Ham. No, nor mine now.—My lord, you play'd
Ham. Bid the players make haste. once i' the university, you say? [To Polonius,
Will you two help to hasten them? [E.rit Pol. 20 Pol. That did I, my lord: and was accounted
Both. Ay, my lord.

[Exeunt Ros. and Guil. a good actor.
Ham. What ho; Horatio !

Ham. And what did you enact?
Enter Horatio.

Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was kill'd i'
Hor. Here, sweet lord, at your service. the Capitol ; Brutus kill'd me.

Ham. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man 25 Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so
As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.

capital a calf there.—Be the players ready?
Hor. O, my dear lord,-

Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Ham. Nay, do not think I flatter:

Queen.Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. For what advancement may I hope from thee, Ham. No, good mother, here's metal more That no revenue hast, but ihy good spirits, 301

attractive. To feed, and clothe thee? Why should the poor

Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. be flatter'd ?

Ham. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
No, let the candy'd tongue lick absurd pomp;

[Lying down at Ophelia's feet. And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,

Oph. No, my lord.
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? 35 Ham. I mean, my head upon your lap?.
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,

Oph. Ay, my lord.
And could of men distinguish, her election Ham. Do you think I meant country matters“?
Hath seal'd thee for herself: for thou hast been Oph. I think nothing, my lord. [legs.
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; Ham.That's a fair thought to lie between maids'
A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards 40 Oph. What is, my lord?
Hast ta’en with equal thanks: and blest are those, Ham. Nothing.
Whosebloodandjudgeinentaresowellco-mingled-, Oph. You are merry, my lord.
That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger

Ham. Who, I?
To sound what stop she plcase: Give me that man

Oph. Ay, my lord.
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him 45

Ham. O! your only jig-maker. What should
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, a man do, but be merry? for, look you, how
As 1 do thee.—Something too much of this. cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died
There is a play to-night before the king;

within these two hours. One scene of it comes near the circumstance,

Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. Which I have told thee, of iny father's death.

Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear I priythee, when thou see'st that act a-foot, black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens ! Even with the very comment of thy soul die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then Observe my uncle: if his occulted guilt

there's hope, a great man's memory may outlive Do not itself unkennel in one speech,

his life halt a year: But, by'r-lady, he must build It is a damned ghost that we bave seen;

55 churches then: or else shall he suffer not thinking And my imaginations are as foul

on, with the hobby-horse'; whose epitaph is, As Vulcan's stithy': Give him heedful note : Tror, 0, for, 0, the hobby-horse is forgot. The sense of pregnant in this place is, quick, ready, prompt.

According to the doctrine of the four humours, desire and confidence

were seated in the blood, and judgement in the phlegm; and the due mixture of the humours made a perfect character. thinks we must read, Do you think I meant country manners? Do you imagine that I meant to sit in your lap, with such rough gallantry as clowns use to their lasses : Amongst the country maygames there was an hobby-horse, which, when the puritanical humour of those times opposed and discredited these games, was brought by the poets and ballad-makers as an instance of the ridiculous zeal of the sectaries: from these ballads Hamlet quotes a line or two.


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Trumpets sound. The dumb show folloros. My operant "powers their functions leave to do: Enter a King and Queen, very lovingly; the Queen And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,

embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and Honour'd, belor'd; and, haply, one as kind makes show of protestations unto him. He takes For husband shalt thouher up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays 5 P. Queen. O, confound the rest! him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him Such love must needs be treason in my breast : asleep, leaves him. Anon, comes in a fellow, In second husband let me be accusrt! takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poisonin None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. the King's ears, and erit. The Queen returns; Ham. That's wormwood.

[move, finds the king dead, and makes passionate action. 10 P. Queen. The instances' that second marriage The poisoner, with some two or three mutes,comes Are base respects of thrift, but none of love : in again, seeming to lament with her. The deaci A second time I kill my husband dead, body is carried away. The

poisoner wooes the

When second husband kisses me in bed. Queen with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling P. King. I do believe, you think what now you awhile, but, in the end, accepts his love. 15


[Exeunt. But what we do determine, oft we break. Oph. What means this, my lord?

Purpose is but the slave to memory; Ham. Marry, this is miching malicho'; it Of violent birth, but poor

validity : means mischief.

Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument 20 But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. of the play

Most necessary 'tis, that we forget
Enter Prologue.

To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the What to ourselves in passion we propose, players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant ? 23 The violence of either grief or joy,

Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll shew him : Their own enactures with themselves destroy: Be not you asham’d to shew, he 'll not shame to Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; tell you what it means.

Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange, mark the play.

30 That even our loves should with our fortunes Pro. “ For us, and for our tragedy,

“ Here stooping to your clemency, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

“ We beg your hearing patiently: Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring Thegreat man down, you mark,his favourite flies; Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.

35 The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. Ham. As woman's love.

And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
Enter a King, and a Queen.

For who not needs, shall never lack a friend; P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' cart? And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

Directly seasons him bis enemy. Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground; 40 But, orderly to end where I begun,And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen' Our wills, and fates, do'so contrary run, About the world have times twelve thirties been ; That our devices still are overthrown; Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

So think thou wilt no second husband wed; P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and 45 But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead.

P. Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor Make us again count o'er, ere love be done!

heaven light! But, woe is me, you are so sick of late,

Sport, and repose, lock from me, day, and night' So far from cheer, and from your former state, To desperation turn my trust and hope ! That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, 50 An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, For women fear too much, even as they love. Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! And women's fear and love hold quantity; Both here, and hence, pursue my lasting strife, In neither aught, or in extremity: know; If, once a widow, ever I be wife! Now, what my love is, proof" hath made you 55 Ham. Ifshe should break it now, [To Oph. And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.

P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave ine Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;

here a while; Where little fears grow great, great love grows My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile there. [shortly too; The tedious day with sleep.

Sleeps. P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, anuloc P. Queen. Sleep rock thy brain;

! Hanmer tell us, that miching malicho signifies mischief lying hid, and that malicho is the Spanish malheco. * A chariot was anciently so called. Splendour, lustre * Operant is actire, The motites. Anchor is for anchoret. This abbreviation of the word is very ancient.

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And never come mischance betwixt us twain! Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if

Erit the rest of my fortunes turn Turk * with me) with
Ham. Madam, how like you this play? [thinks. two Provencial roses on my rayed shoes', get me
Queen. The lacy doth protest too inuch, me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
Ham. O, but she'll keep her word.

5 Hor. Half a share.

heard the argument? Is there Ham. A whole one, I.
no offence in't?

For thou dost know, O Damon' dear,
Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest ;)

This realm dismantled was
no offence i' the world.

Of Jore himself; and now reigns here
King. What do you call the play?


A very, very-peacock 5.
Ham. The mouse-traps. Niarry, how? Tro Hor. You might have rhym’d.
pically. This play is the image of a murder dond Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word
in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, for a thousand pound. Didst perceiver
Baptista : you shall see anon; ʼtis a knavish piece Ilor. Very well, my lord.
of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we 15 Han. Upon the talk of the poisoning, --
that have frec souls, it touches us not: Let the Hor. I did


well note him.
gallid jade wince, our withers are unwrung.- Han. Ah, ha! Come, some music; come,
Enter Lucianus.

the recorders.-
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the duke.

For if the king like not the comedy,
Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. 120 Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy'.

Ilam. I could interpretbetween you and your Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
love, if I could see the puppets dallying,

Come, some music.

(you. Oph. You are keen, iny lord, you are keen. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with

Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take of Ham. Sir, a whole history.
my edge.

Guil. The king, sir,--
Oph. Still better, and worse'.

Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

Ham. So you mistake your husbands.

Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem-
Begin, murderer. Leave thy damnable faces, Hlwn. With drink, sir?
and begin.

(venge. Guil. No, my lord, with choler.
ComeThe croaking raven doth bellow for re-30. Hum. Your wisslom should shew itself more
Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me
time agreeing;

to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge
Confederate season, else no creature seeing; him into inore choler.
Thou mixture rank, of inidnight weeds collected, Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, 35 some frame, and start not so wildly from my at-
Thy natural magic, and dire property,

On wholesome life usurp immediately.

Ham. I am tame, sir :

[Pours the poison into his ears. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great
Ham. He poisons hiru i'the garden for his estate. affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.
His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and 40' Hum. You are welcome.
written in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not
how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's of the right breed. It it shall please you to make

fine a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's
Oph. The king rises.

commandment; if not, your pardon, and my rc-
Ham. What! frighted with false fire! 145 turn, shall be the end of my business.
Queen, How fares my lord ?

Ham. Sir, I camot.
Pol. Give o'er the play.

Guil. What, my lord?
King. Give me some light:-away!

Ham. Make you a wholesome answer;my wit's
All. Lights, lights, lights!

diseas’d: But, sir, such answer as I can make,
[Éreunt Ali but Hamlet and Horatio. 50 you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my
Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,

mother; therefore no more, but to the matter :-
The hart ungalled play: (sleep: My mother, you say,--
For some must watch, whilst some must Ros. Then thus she says: Your behaviour hatha
Thus runs the world away.

Istruck her into amazement and admiration.
' He calls it the mouse-trap, because it is the thing, In which he'll catch the conscience of the
king. 2 This refers to the interpreter, who formerly sat on the stage at all motions or puppet-
shows, and interpreted to the audience. ; i.e. according to Mr. Steevens, better in regard to the
wit of your double entendre, but worse in respect to the grossness of your meaning.
probably, no niore than to change condition fantastically.

s When'shoe-strings were worn, they,
were covered, where they met in the middle, by a ribband gathered into the form of a rose.--Rayed
shoes, are shoes bruided in lines. • The allusion is to a pack of hounds.-A pack of hounds was
once called a cry of hounds. · Hamlet calls lloratio by this name, in allusion to the celebrated
friendship between Danion and Pythias. * A peacock seems proverbial for a fool. Mr. Steevens,
however, believes paddock (or toad) to be the true reading. Perdy is a corruption of pur Dieu,
and is not uncommon in the old plays.


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Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish at Ham. Methinks it is like a weazel 6. mother!—But is there no sequel at the heels of Pol. It is back'd like a weazel. this mother's adıniration? impart.

Ham. Or, like a whale? Ros. She desires to speak with you in her clo Pol. Very like a whale. set, ere you go to bed.

5 Ham. Then will I come to my mother by-and-
Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our by:--They fool me to the top of my bent '.-I
mother. Have you any further trade' with us? will come by-and-by.
Ros. My lord, you once did love me.

Pol. I will say so.
Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers?. Ham. By-and-by is easily said.Leave me,

Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of dis-10 friends. [Ereunt Ros. Guil. Hor. &c.
temper? you do, surely, bar the door upon your 'Tis now the very witching time of night;
own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. When church-yards yawn, and hell itself breathes
Hum. Sir, I lack advancement.


[blood, Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot of the king himself for your succession in Den- 15 And do such business as the bitter day inark?

Would quake to look on. Soft;-now to my Ham. Ay, sir, but While the grass grocs,-the

mother. proverb is something musty:

O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever Enter the Players, with Recorders ?. The soul of Nero enter this firin bosom: 0, the recorders : -let me see one.-To with-20 Let me be cruel, not unnatural: draw with you :—Why do you go about to reco I will speak daggers to her, but use none; ver the wind of me, as if you would drive me in My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: to a toi) ?

How in my words soever she be shent', Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my To give them scals 20 never, my soul, consent! love is too unmannerly *.

25) Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you

SCENE III. play upon this pipe?

A Room in the Palace.
Guil. My lord, I cannot.
Ham. I pray you.

Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

301 K’ing. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Ham. I do beseech you.

To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord.


your commission will forthwith dispatch, Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ven And he to England shall along with you: tages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath The terms of our estate may not endure with your mouth, and it will discourse most elo-35 Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow quent music. Look you, these are the stops. Out of his lunes".

Guil. But these cannot I command to any ut Guil. We will ourselves provide: terance of harinony; I have not the skill.

Most holy and religious fear it is Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a To keep those many many bodies safe, thing you make of me! You would play upon 40That live, and feed, upon your majesty. me; you would seem to know my stops ; you Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you With all the strength and armour of the mind, would sound me from my lowest note to the top To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more, of my compass : and there is much music, excel

That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest, lent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you 45 The lives of many. The ceage of majesty make it speak. Why, do you think, that l'am Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw easier to be play'd on than a pipe: Call me what What's near it, with it: It is a massy wheel, instrument you will, though you can fret me, you Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, cannot play upon me. [Enter Polonius. ] -God To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things bless you, sir !

150 Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with Each small annexment, petty consequence, you, and presently.

Attends the boisterous ruin. 'Never alone Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. in shape of a camel?

King. Arin

you, I

pray you, to this speedy Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, in- 551 For we will fetters put upon this fear, (voyage; deed.

Which now goes too free-footed. 'i.e. further business, further dealing. ? i. e. by these hands. * i.e. a kind of flute. * i.e. If my duty to the king makes me press you a little, my love to you makes me stil niore importunate. If that makes me bold, this makes nie even unmannerly.

The holes of a flute. • The weasel is remarkable for the length of its back. 'i.e. They compel me to play the fool, till I can endure to do it no longer. • The bitter day is the day rendered hateful or bitter by the commission of some act of mischief.

• To shend, is to reprove harshly, to treat with injurious language. to i. e. put them in execution. i. e. his madness, frenzy.

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Both. We will haste us.

With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; [Ereunt Ros. and Guil. And, how his auditstands, who knows,save heaven? Enter Polonius.

But, in our circumstance and course of thought,
Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet; 'Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd,
Behind the arras I'll convey myself, [home: 5 To take him in the purging of his soul,
To hear the process; l'll warrant, she'll tax him When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

'Tis ineet, that some more audience than a mother, C'p, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent",
Since nature makes them partial, should o'er-hear When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
The speech of vantage'. Fare you well, ny liege:10 Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed;
I'll call upon you cre you go to bed,

At gaming, swearing; or about some act
And tell you what I know.


That has no relish of salvation in't:
King. Thanks, my dear lord.

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven;
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black,
It hath the primal eldest curse upon’t,

15 As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: A brother's murder!-Pray can I not,

This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Erit.
Though inclination be as sharp as willa;

The King rises.
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain
And, like a man to double business bound,

I stand in pause where I shall tirst begin, 20\Vords, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand

Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ?

Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens,
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,

The Queen's Closet.
But to confront the visage of offence?


Enter Queen, and Polonius.
And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,--

Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay
To be fore-stalled, ere we come to fall,

home to him:

(with; Or pardon’d, being down? Then I'll look up; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear My fault is past. But I, what form of prayer

Andthatyourgracehatlıscreen’dand stood between
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-- 30 Much heat and him. I'll silence me e'en here,
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd

Pray you, be round with him.
Of those effects for which I did the murder,

Hain. [within.] Mother, mother, mother !crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

Queen. P'll warrant you; fear me not.
May one be pardon’d, and retain the offence? Withdraw, I hear him coming.
In the corrupted currents of this world,


[Polonius hides himself. Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;

Enter Hamlet.
And oft ’tis seen, the wicked prize itself

Ham. Now, mother; wliat's the matter?
Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above:

Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much of-
There is no shuffling, there the action lies


sed. In his true nature; and we ourselves compell’d, 40 llam. Mother, you have my father much offendEven to the teeth and forehead of our faults,

Queen. Come, coine, you answer with an idle To give in evidence. What then? what rests?

tongue. Try what repentance can: What can it not?

Ham.Go,go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?

Queen. Why, how Dow, Hamlet?
O wretched state! O bosom, black as death!

Ham. What's the matter now?
O limed' soul; that, struggling to be free,

Queen. Ilave you forgot me?
Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay!

Ham. No, by the rood, not so:
Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;

And-'would it were not so!you are my niother, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;

501 Queer. Nay, then l'll set those to you that can AN may be well! [The King kneels.


(not budge; Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall
Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he ispraying;

You go not, ’till I set you up a glass
And now I'll do't ;--And so he goes to heaven: Where you may see the inmost part of you.
And so am I reveng'd? That would be scann'd*:55 Qucen. What wilt thou doi thou wilt not inur-
A villain kills my tather; and, for that,

der me?
I, bis sole son, do this saine villain send

Help, help, bo!
To heaven.


. [Behind. ] Wbat, ho! help!
Why this is hire and salary, not revenge.

Ham. How now! a rat?
He took my father grossly, full of bread; {bol Dead, for a ducat, dead.

1. e. by some opportunity of secret observation, * Will is command, direction.
alludes to bird-line. i. e. that should be considered, estimated.

Hent is hold, or seizurca Lay hold on him, sword, at a more horrid time • i. e. I'll use no more tords.



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