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Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, bis | Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd mouse ;*
It will be laid to us, whose providence And let him, for a pair of reechyt kisses, Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd
This mad young man: but, so much was our Make you to ravel all this matter out, We would not understand what was most fit; That l'essentially am not in madness,
But, like the owner of a foul disease, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him To keep it from divulging, let it feed know:
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Queen. To draw apart the body he hath Would from a paddock, t from a bat, a gib, ø
kill'd: Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? O'er whom his very madness, like some ore, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Among a mineralt of metals base, Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, King. 0, Gertrude, come away!
To try conclusions,|| in the basket creep, The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, And break your own neck down.
But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of We must with all our majesty and skill, breath,
Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guilden. And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
stern! What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England; you know that?
Enter Rosencrantz and GuildENSTERN. Queen. Alack,
Friends both, go join you with some further I bad forgot; 'tis so concluded on.
aid: Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, school-fellows,
And from his mother's closet hath he dragg’d Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang’d, 1
(body They bear the mandate; they must sweep my Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the way,
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. And marshal me to knavery: Let it work;
(Exeunt Ros. und Guil. For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest Hoist with his own petar:** and it shall go
And let them know, both what we mean to do, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And what's untimely done: so, haply, slanAnd blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis inost
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, When in one line two crafts directly meet.- As level as the cannon to his blank, [name, This man shall set me packing.
Transports his poison's shot,-may miss our I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :- And hit the woundless air.-0) come away! Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor My soul is full of discord and dismay. Is now niost still, most secret, and most grave,
(Exeunt. Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you:
SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. Good night, mother.
Ham.-Safely stowed,-[Ros. &c. within.
Hamlet! lord Hamlet!] But soft! - what ACT IV.
noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they SCENE 1.-The same.
Enter Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, and Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the GUILDENSTERN.
dead body? King. There's matter in these sighs; these
Hum. Compounded it with dust, whereto profound heaves;
'tis kin. You must translate : 'tis fit we understand
Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take Where is your son ?
it thence, Queen. Bestow this place on us a little and bear it to the chapel. while.
Ham. Do not believe it. [To Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN,
Ros. Believe what? who go out.
Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? sponge!-what replication should be made by Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both the son of a king ? contend
Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit,
Ham. Ay, Sir; that soaks up the king's Behind the arras hearing something stir,
countenance, bis rewards, his authorities. But Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!
such officers do the king best service in the And, in his brainish apprehension, kills
end: He keeps them, like an ape, in the corThe unseen good old man.
ner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swalKirg. O heavy deed!
lowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, It had been so with us, had we been there: it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall His liberty is full of threats to all;
be dry again. To you yourself, to us, to every one.
Ros. I understand you not, my lord.
Hum. I am glad of it: A kpavish speech * A term of endlearment.
+ Steaming with heat. sleeps in a foolish ear.
Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the Ham. For England ? body is, and go with us to the kiny.
King. Ay, Hamlet. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king Ham. Good. is not with the body. The king is a thing- King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes, Guil. A thing, my lord ?
Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide come; for England!-Farewell, dear mother. fox, and all atter.**
(Exeunt. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Ham. My mother: Father and mother is map SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.
and wife ; man and wife is one flesh; and so, Enter King, attended.
my mother. Come, for England. (Erit. King. I have sent to seek bim, and to find
King. Follow him al foot; tempt him with the body.
speed aboard ; How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
Away; for every thing is sealid and done He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, [eyes;
That else leaus on the affair: Pray you, make Who like not in their judgement, but their And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught,
haste. (Exeunt Ros. and GUIL. And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh’d,
(As my great power thereof may give thee But never the offence. To bear all smooth and since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
sense; This sudden sending him away must seem Deliberate pause : Diseases, desperate grown, Pays homage to us,) thou may’st not coldly
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
set Enter ROSENCRANT2.
Our sovereign process; which imports at full, Or not at all.—How now? what hath befal. The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
By letters cónjuring to that effect, len?
For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, We cannot get from him.
Howe'er my haps,t my joys will ne'er begin. King. But where is he?
(Erit. Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
SCENE IV.-A Plain in Denmark.
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching.
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish
king; King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras Ham. At supper.
Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march King. At supper? Where?
Over his kingdoin. You know the reodezHam. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms If that his majesty would aught with us, are e'en at him. Your worm is your only eni- We shall express our duty in his eye. peror for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat And let him know so. us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: Your Cap. I will do't, my lord. fat king, and your lean beggar, is but varia- For. Go softly on. ble service; two dishes, but to one table; that's
[Exeunt Fortinbras and Forces, the end. King. Alas, alas!
Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDEN. Ham. A man may fish with the worm that
STERN, 8c. hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath
Ham. Good Sir, whose powersý are these? fed of that worm.
Cap. They are of Norway, Sir.
Hum. How purpos’d, Sir, may go a progress through the guts of a beg
Cap. Against some part of Poland. gar.
Ham. Who King. Where is Polonius?
Commands them, Sir ? Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if
Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortis. your messenger find him not there, seek him
bras. i'the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, find him not within this month, yon shall nose Or for some frontier?
(Sir him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
Cap. Truly to speak, Sir, and with no addi: King. Go seck him there.
We go to gain a little patch of ground, [tion,
[To some Attendants. That hath in it no profit but the name. Ham. He will stay till you come.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; (Exeunt Attendants: Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, hing. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial | A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. Rafety,
Ham. Why, then the Polackll never will deWhich we do tender, as we dearly grieve
fend it. For that which thou hast done,-must send Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. thee hence
(self; Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou. With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thy
sand ducats, The bark is ready, and the wind at helpet Will not debate the question of this straw: The associates tend, and every thing is bent For Englana.
This is the imposthume of mucn wealth and
peace; * A sport among children.
* Value estimate. + Successer + Right, ready
That inward breaks, and shows no cause with. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, out
Each toy* seems prologue to some great amiss : Why the man dies.— I humbly thank you, Sir. So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
Cap. God be wi' you, Sir.' (Exit CAPTAIN. It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter Horatio, with OPHELIA.
Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of How all occasions do inform against me,
Queen. How now, Ophelia?
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff, course, t
And his sandal shoon ?t [Singing. Looking before, and after, gave us not
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this That capability and godlike reason To fusti in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
song? Bestial oblivion, or some cravený scruple
Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. Of thinking too precisely on the event,
He is dead and gone, lady, [Sings. A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part
He is dead and gone; wisdom,
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
Oph. Pray you, mark.
White his shroud as the mountain snow, Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince;
[Sings. Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd,
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Oph. Lardedt all with sweet fiouers; Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,
Which bewept to the grave did go, Is, not to stir without great argument;
With true-love showers. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, (ther, King. How do you, pretty lady? When honour's at the stake. How stand I Oph. Well, God'ields you! They say, the That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'e, ow) was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know Excitements of my reason and my blood, what we are, but know not what we may be And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see God be at your table ! The imminent death of twenty thousand men, King. Conceit upon her father. That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,
Opk. Pray, let us have no words of this; bait Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot when they ask you what it means, say you this: Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, Which is not tomb enough, and continent,
All in the morning betime, To hide the slain?-0, from this time forth
And I a maid at your windou', My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
To be your Valentine: [Exit.
Then up he rose, and don'd|| his clothes,
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia ! Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;
Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an Her mood will needs be pitied.
end on't : Queen. What would she have?
By Gis, and by Saint Charity, ** Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, Alack, and fie for shame! she hears,
Young men will do't, if they come to't ; There's tricks i’the world; and hems, and beats By cock, they are to blame.
her heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed: doubt,
[nothing, That carry but half sense: her speech is
[He answers.) Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, The hearers to collection; they aims at it,
An thou hadst not come to my bed. And botch the words up tit to their own King. How long hath she been thus ? thoughts;
Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be as her winks, and nods, and gestures patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to yield them,
think they should lay him i'the cold ground: Indeed would make one think, there might be My brother shall know of it, and so i thank thought,
you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies : Queen. "Twere good, she were spoken with; good night, good night.
(Exit. for she may strew
King. Follow her close: give her good watch, Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds:
I pray you.
[Exit Horatic. let hsr come in.
[Exit Horatio. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
* Trifle. + Shoes. Garnished. 6 Round Power of comprehension. Grow mouky. # Do on, i. e. put on.
I Do up.
** Saints in the Roma Catholic Calendar.
All from her father's death: And now behold, Queen. But not by him,
[spies, King. Let him demand his fill. When sorrows come, they come not single Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juz: But in battalions! First, her father slain;
(vil! Next, your son gone; and he most violent au. To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest de
Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! Of his own just remove: The people muddied, i dare damnation : To this point I stand, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and That both the worlds I give to negligence, whispers,
Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd For good Polonius' death; and we have done Most thoroughly for my father. but greenly,*
King. Who shall stay you? In hugger-muggert to inter him: Poor Ophelia Laer. My will, not all the world's: Divided from herself, and her fair judgement; And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Without the which we are pictures, or mere They shall go far with little. beasts.
King. Good Laertes, Last, and as much containing as all these, If you desire to know the certainty [revenge, Her brother is in secret come from France : Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
Winner and loser ?
(and fue, With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Laer. None but his enemies. Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'u,
King. Will you know them then ? Will nothing stick our person to arraign.
Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll opo Ip ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
my arms; Like to a murdering piece, in many places
And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, Gives me superfluous death! (A noise within. Repast them with my blood. Queen. Alack! what noise is this?
King. Why, now you speak
Like a good child, and a true gentleman, Enter a GentLEMAN.
That I am guiltless of your father's death, King. Attend.
[door : And am most sensibly in grief for it, Where are my Switzers ?Let them guard the It shall as level to your judgement, pear,* What is the matter?
As day does to your eye. Gent. Save yourself, my lord ;
Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. The ocean, overpeering of his list, $
Laer, How now! what noise is that? Eats not the flats with niore impetuous haste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, EnterOPHELIA, fantastically dressed with Straws O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him,
and Flowers. lord; And, as the world were now but to begin,
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
salt, The ratifiers and props of every word,
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye lThey cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king! By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
weight, Laertes shall be king, Luertes king! (clouds, Queen. How cheerfully on the false traill Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia ! they cry!
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits O, this is counter, f you false Danish dogs.
Should be as mortal as an old man's life? King. The doors are broke. (Noise within. Nature is finet in love: and, where 'tis fine, Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following.
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves. Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all without.
Oph. They bore him barefuc'd on the bier; Dan. No, let's come in.
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny: Laer. I pray you, give me leave.
And in his grare rain'd muny a tear; Dan. We will, we will.
Fare you well, my dove ! [They retire without the door.
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst per. Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-0 thou
suade revenge, vile king,
It could not move thus. Give me my father.
Oph. You must sing, Down-u-down, an you Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.
call him, a-down-a. O,
how the wheelt becomes Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, pro- it!, It is the false steward, that stole his masclaims me bastard;
ter's daughter. Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot
Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Even here, between the chaste unsmirched**
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for remem. Of my true mother.
[brow brance; pray you, love, remember: and there : King. What is the cause, Laertes,
is pansies, that's for thoughts. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Luer. A document in madness; thoughts and Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person;
remembrance fitted. There's such divinity doth bedge a king,
Oph. There's fennel for you, and columThat treason can but peep to what it would,
bines:—there's rue for you, and here's some Acts little of his will.–Tell me, Laertes,
for me:-we may call it, herb of grace o'Suo. Why thou art thus incens'd ;--Let him go, Ger. days:- you may wear your rue with a differ. Speak, man.
(trude ;- cnce. - There's a daisy :-I would give you Luer. Where is my father?
some violets; but they withered all, when my King. Dead.
father died:- They say, he made a good * Without judgement.
end, + Privately.
|| Scent. T Hounds run counter when they trace the scent back.
The burde II. e. By its Sunday name, "herb of grace ;" nine is ** Clean, undefiled,
merely rue, i. e. sorrow.
For donny sweet Robin is all my joy,- matter. These good fellows will bring thee when
(Sings. I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their Laer. Thought and affliction, passion, hell course for England: of them I hare much to tell itself,
thee. Farewell. She turns to favour, and to prettiness.
He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. Oph. And will he not cume ugain? [Sings. Come, I will give you way for these your And will he not come again?
letters; No, no, he is dead,
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.
(Exeunt. His beurd wus as white as snow,
SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same.
Enter King and LAERTES.
King. Now must your conscience my acquit.
And you must put me in your heart for friend; And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God Sith* you have heard, and with a knowing ear, be wi' you!
[Exit OPHELIA. That he, which hath your noble father slain, Laer. Do you see this, O God?
Pursu'd my life.
Why you proceeded not against these feats, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and
things else, If by direct or by collateral hand [me: You mainly were stirr'd up. They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom King. O, for two special reasons; (new'd,t give,
Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsiOur crown, our life, and all that we call ours, But yet to me they are strong. The queen his To you in satisfaction; but, if not,
mother, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, And we shall jointly labour with your soul
(My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) To give it due content.
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, Laer. Let this be so;
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere, His means of death, his obscure funeral,
I could not but by her. The other motive, Na trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his Why to a public count I might not go, bones,
Is, the great love the general gender: bear bir No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,- Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Cry to be heard, as 'twere froin heaven to earth, Work like the springs that turneth wood That I must call't in question.
(arrows King. So you shall;
Converts his gyves|| to graces; so that And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, I » you, go with me.
(Exeunt. Would have reverted to my bow again, "ENE VI.-Another Room in the same.
And not where I had aini'd them.
Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; Enter Horatio, and a SERVANT. A sister driven into desperate terms; Hor. What are they, that would speak with Whose worth, if praises may go back again, ie?
Stcod challenger on mount of all the age Sero. Sailors, Sir;
For her perfections :—But my revenge will They say, they have letters for you.
come. Hor. Let them come in.- [Exit Servant. King. Break not your sleeps for that: you I do not know from what part of the world
must not think, I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. That we are made of stuff so flat aud dull,
That we can let our beard be shook with dan Enter SAILORS.
[more 1 Sail. God bless you, Sir.
And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear Hor. Let him bless thee too.
I loved your father, and we love ourself; 1 Sail. He shall, Sir, an't please him. There's And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,a letter for you, Sir; it comes from the ambas. How now? what news? sador that was bound for England ; if your
Enter a MESSENGER. name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
Hor. [Reads.) Horatio, when thou shalt have Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet : oderlooked this, give these fellows some means to This to your majesty ; this to the queen. the king ; they have letters for him. Ere we were King. From Hamlet! who brought them? two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike up- Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them pointment gave us chase: Finding ourselves too
[them slow of suil, we put on a compelled rulour ; and in They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd *he grupple I bourded them: on the instant, they Of him that brought them. got clear of our ship; so I alone became their pri- King. Laertes, you shall bear theni:soner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of Leave us.
[Exit MESSENGER mercy; but they knew whut they did ; I am to do (Reads.] High and mighty, you shall know a good turn for them. Let the king hare the let-I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow ters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I have shall, first asking. your pardon thireunto, recounts words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb;
+ Deprived of strength. yet are they much too light for the bore of the
t Common people.
Petrifying springs are cosamon in many parts of Eogland. Melancholy.