[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene TP2]



Enter Two Centinels.


  1. STand: who is that?
  2. Tis I.




  1. O you come most carefully vpon your watch,   [10]






  2. And if you meete Marcellus and Horatio,
The partners of my watch, bid them make haste.
  1. I will: See who goes there.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
  Hor. Friends to this ground.   [20]
  Mar. And leegemen to the Dane,

O farewell honest souldier, who hath releeued you?
  1. Barnardo hath my place, giue you good night.

  Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
  2. Say, is Horatio there?
  Hor. A peece of him.
  2. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.
  Mar. What hath this thing appear'd againe to night.   [30]
  2. I haue seene nothing.
  Mar. Horatio sayes tis but our fantasie,
And wil not let beliefe take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight twice seene by vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him a long with vs
To watch the minutes of this night,
That if againe this apparition come,
He may approoue our eyes, and speake to it.
  Hor. Tut, t'will not appeare.
  2. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe   [40]
Assaile your eares that are so fortified,

What we haue two nights seene.
  Hor. Wel, sit we downe, and let vs heare Bernardo speake
of this.
  2. Last night of al, when yonder starre that's west-
ward from the pole, had made his course to
Illumine that part of heauen. Where now it burnes,
The bell then towling one.   [50]

Enter Ghost.
  Mar. Breake off your talke, see where it comes againe.
  2. In the same figure like the King that's dead,
  Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio.
  2. Lookes it not like the king?
  Hor. Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder.
  2. It would be spoke to.
  Mar. Question it Horatio.
  Hor. What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in

Which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke did sometimes
Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake.
  Mar. It is offended.               exit Ghost.
  2. See, it stalkes away.
  Hor. Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee
speake.
  Mar. Tis gone and makes no answer.
  2. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
Is not this something more than fantasie?
What thinke you on't?   [70]
  Hor. Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without
the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes.

  Mar. Is it not like the King?
  Hor. As thou art to thy selfe,
Such was the very armor he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated.
So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce,
Tis strange.   [80]
  Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower,
With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch.
  Hor. In what particular to worke, I know not,
But in the thought and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to the state.
  Mar. Good, now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes
Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch,
So nightly toyles the subiect of the land,
And why such dayly cost of brazen Cannon
And forraine marte, for implements of warre,   [90]
Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
Does not diuide the sunday from the weeke:
What might be toward that this sweaty march
Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
Who is't that can informe me?
  Hor. Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so,
Our late King, who as you know was by Forten-
Brasse of Norway,

Thereto prickt on by a most emulous cause, dared to   [100]
The combate, in which our valiant Hamlet,
For so this side of our knowne world esteemed him,
Did slay this Fortenbrasse,
Who by a seale compact well ratified, by law
And heraldrie, did forfeit with his life all those
His lands which he stoode seazed of by the conqueror,
Against the which a moity competent,
Was gaged by our King:



Now sir, yong Fortenbrasse,
Of inapproued mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there,
Sharkt vp a fight of lawlesse Resolutes
For food and diet to some enterprise,
That hath a stomacke in it: and this (I take it) is the





Chiefe head and ground of this our watch.



















Enter Ghost.
But loe, behold, see where it comes againe,
Ile crosse it, though it blast me: stay illusion,

If there be any good thing to be done,
That may doe ease to thee, and grace to mee,   [130]
Speake to mee.   [130]
If thou are priuy to thy countries fate,
Which happly foreknowing may preuent, O speake to me,

Or if thou hast extorted in thy life,
Or hoorded treasure in the wombe of earth,
For which they say you Spirites oft walke in death, speake
to me, stay and speake, speake, stoppe it Marcellus.


  2. Tis heere.               exit Ghost.
  Hor. Tis heere.   [140]

  Marc. Tis gone, O we doe it wrong, being so maiesti-
call, to offer it the shew of violence,
For it is as the ayre invelmorable,
And our vaine blowes malitious mockery.
  2. It was about to speake when the Cocke crew.
  Hor. And then it faded like a guilty thing,
Vpon a fearefull summons: I haue heard
The Cocke, that is the trumpet to the morning,
Doth with his earely and shrill crowing throate,   [150]
Awake the god of day, and at his sound,
Whether in earth or ayre, in sea or fire,
The strauagant and erring spirite hies
To his confines, and of the trueth heereof
This present obiect made probation.
  Marc. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke,
Some say, that euer gainst that season comes,
Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then they say, no spirite dare walke abroade,   [160]
The nights are wholesome, then no planet frikes,
No Fairie takes, nor Witch hath powre to charme,
So gratious, and so hallowed is that time.
  Hor. So haue I heard, and doe in parte beleeue it:
But see the Sunne in russet mantle clad,
Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top,
Breake we our watch vp, and by my aduise,
Let vs impart what wee haue seene to night
Vnto yong H amlet:: for vpon my life
This Spirite dumbe to vs will speake to him:   [170]
Do you consent, wee shall acquaint him with it,
As needefull in our loue, fitting our duetie?
  Marc. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know,
Where we shall finde him most conueniently.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 1.1]



Enter King, Queene, H amlet, Leartes, Corambis,
and the two Ambassadors, with Attendants.




























  King Lordes, we here haue writ to Fortenbrasse,
Nephew to olde Norway, who impudent
And bed-rid, scarcely heares of this his
Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch



Yong good Cornelia, and you Voltemar
For bearers of these greetings to olde
Norway, giuing to you no further personall power
To businesse with the King,
Then those related articles do shew:
Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie.
  Gent. In this and all things will wee shew our dutie.
  King. Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel:   [220]

And now Leartes, what's the news with you?
You said you had a sute what i'st Leartes?







  Lea. My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence,
Now that the funerall rites are all performed,
I may haue leaue to go againe to France,
For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee,
Yet something is there whispers in my hart,
Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for France.

  King: Haue you your fathers leaue, Leartes?

  Cor. He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt,   [240]
And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue.


  King With all our heart, Leartes fare thee well.
  Lear. I in all loue and dutie take my leaue.
  King. And now princely Sonne Hamlet,               Exit.
What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes?
For your intent going to Wittenburg,
Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient,
Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother.
Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court,
All Denmarkes hope our coosin and dearest Sonne.







  Ham. My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare:


No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes,
Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage,
Nor all together mixt with outward semblance,
Is equall to the sorrow of my heart,

Him haue I lost I must of force forgoe,
These but the ornaments and sutes of woe.
  King This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne Hamlet,


But you must thinke your father lost a father,
That father dead, lost his, and so shalbe vntill the
Generall ending. Therefore cease laments,









It is a fault gainst heauen, fault gainst the dead,
A fault gainst nature, and in reasons
Common course most certaine,
None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die.













  Que. Let not thy mother loose her praiers H amlet,   [300]
Stay here with vs, go not to Wittenburg.
  Ham. I shall in all my best obay you madam.

  King Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne,



And there's no health the King shall drinke to day,
But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell
The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince H amlet.   [310]
Exeunt all but H amlet.

  Ham. O that this too much grieu'd and sallied flesh
Would melt to nothing, or that the vniuersall
Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos!






O God, within two months; no not two: married,
Mine vncle: O let me not thinke of it,   [330]
My fathers brother: but no more like
My father, then I to Hercules.
Within two months, ere yet the salt of most
Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing
In her galled eyes: she married, O God, a beast
Deuoyd of reason would not haue made
Such speede: Frailtie, thy name is Woman,   [330]
Why she would hang on him, as if increase
Of appetite had growne by what it looked on.
O wicked wicked speede, to make such   [340]
Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes,
Ere yet the shooes were olde,
The which she followed my dead fathers corse
Like Nyobe, all teares: married, well it is not,
Nor it cannot come to good:
But breake my heart, for I must holde my tongue.




Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
  Hor. Health to your Lordship.
  Ham. I am very glad to see you, (Horatio) or I much
forget my selfe.
  Hor. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.

  Ham. O my good friend, I change that name with you:   [350]

but what make you from Wittenburg H oratio?
Marcellus.
  Marc. My good Lord.
  Ham. I am very glad to see you, good euen sirs:
But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?
Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart.
  Hor. A trowant disposition, my good Lord.
  Ham. Nor shall you make mee truster
Of your owne report against your selfe:   [360]
Sir, I know you are no trowant:
But what is your affaire in Elsenoure?

  Hor. My good Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall.
  Ham. O I pre thee do not mocke mee fellow studient,
I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding.
  Hor. Indeede my Lord, it followed hard vpon.
  Ham. Thrift, thrift, H oratio, the funerall bak't meates
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen   [370]
Ere euer I had seene that day Horatio;
O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father.
  Hor. Where my Lord?
  Ham. Why, in my mindes eye H oratio.
  Hor. I saw him once, he was a gallant King.
  Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not looke vpon his like againe.
  Hor. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight,
  Ham. Saw, who?
  Hor. My Lord, the King your father.   [380]
  Ham. Ha, ha, the King my father ke you.
  Hor. Ceasen your admiration for a while
With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer,
Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen
This wonder to you.
  Ham. For Gods loue let me heare it.
  Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father,   [390]
Armed to poynt, exactly Capapea
Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes
Before their weake and feare oppressed eies
Within his tronchions length,
While they distilled almost to gelly.
With the act of feare stands dumbe,
And speake not to him: this to mee
In dreadfull secresie impart they did.
And I with them the third night kept the watch,
Where as they had deliuered forme of the thing.   [400]
Each part made true and good,
The Apparition comes: I knew your father,
These handes are not more like.
  Ham. Tis very strange.
  Hor. As I do liue, my honord lord, tis true,
And wee did thinke it right done,
In our dutie to let you know it.
  Ham. Where was this?
  Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watched.
  Ham. Did you not speake to it?
  Hor. My Lord we did, but answere made it none,
Yet once me thought it was about to speake,
And lifted vp his head to motion,
Like as he would speake, but euen then   [410]
The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste,
It shruncke in haste away, and vanished
Our sight.
  Ham. Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me:
Hold you the watch to night?
  All We do my Lord.   [420]
  Ham. Armed say ye?
  All Armed my good Lord.
  Ham. From top to toe?
  All. My good Lord, from head to foote.
  Ham. When then saw you not his face?
  Hor. O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp.
  Ham. How look't he, frowningly?
  Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
  Ham. Pale, or red?
  Hor. Nay, verie pal   [430]
  Ham. And fixt his eies vpon you.
  Hor. Most constantly.
  Ham. I would I had beene there.
  Hor. It would a much amazed you.
  Ham. Yea very like, very like, staid it long?
  Hor. While one with moderate pace
Might tell a hundred.
  Mar. O longer, longer.
  Ham. His beard was grisleld, no.
  Hor. It was as I haue seene it in his life,   [440]
A sable siluer.
  Ham. I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe.

  Hor. I warrant it will.
  Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person,
Ile speake to it, if hell if selfe should gape,
And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen,
If you haue hither consealed this sight,
Let it be tenible in your silence still,
And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night,
Giue it an vnderstanding, but no tongue,   [450]
I will requit your loues, so fare you well,
Vpon the platforme, twixt eleuen and twelue,
Ile visit you.
  All. Our duties to your honor.               excunt.
  Ham. O your loues, your loues, as mine to you,
Farewell, my fathers spirit in Armes,
Well, all's not well. I doubt some foule play,
Would the night were come,
Till then, sit still my soule, foule deeds will rise
Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies. Exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 1.2]



Enter Leartes and Ofelia.
  Leart. My necessaries are inbarkt, I must aboord,
But ere I part, marke what I say to thee:



I see Prince Hamlet makes a shew of loue
Beware Ofelia, do not trust his vowes,









Perhaps he loues you now, and now his tongue,
Speakes from his heart, but yet take heed my sister,



















The Chariest maide is prodigall enough,
If she vnmaske hir beautie to the Moone.   [500]
Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious thoughts,
Belieu't Ofelia, therefore keepe a loofe
Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame.


  Ofel. Brother, to this I haue lent attentiue eare,
And doubt not but to keepe my honour firme,
But my deere brother, do not you
Like to a cunning Sophister,   [510]
Teach me the path and ready way to heauen,
While you forgetting what is said to me,
Your selfe, like to a carelesse libertine
Doth giue his heart, his appetite at ful,
And little recks how that his honour dies.
  Lear. No, feare it not my deere Ofelia,

Here comes my father, occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.
Enter Corambis.

  Cor. Yet here Leartes? aboord, aboord, for shame,   [520]
The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,
And you are staid for, there my blessing with thee
And these few precepts in thy memory.


"Be thou familiar, but by no meanes vulgare;
"Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried,
"Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele,
"But do not dull the palme with entertaine,
"Of euery new vnfleg'd courage,   [530]
"Beware of entrance into a quarrell; but being in,   [530]
"Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee,


"Costly thy apparrell, as thy purse can buy.
"But not exprest in fashion,
"For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man.
And they of France of the chiefe rancke and station
Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that:



"This aboue all, to thy owne selfe be true,
And it must follow as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any one,
Farewel, my blessing with thee.


  Lear. I humbly take my leaue, farewell Ofelia,
And remember well what I haue said to you.               exit.
  Ofel. It is already lock't within my hart,
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.

  Cor. What i'st Ofelia he hath saide to you?
  Ofel. Somthing touching the prince Hamlet.
  Cor. Mary wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnderstand,
That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence
Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so,   [560]


As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution   [560]
I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe
So well as befits my honor, and your credite.

  Ofel. My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue
to me.
  Cor. Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them.











  Ofel. And withall, such earnest vowes.   [580]

  Cor. Springes to catch woodcocks,
What, do not I know when the blood doth burne,
How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes,



In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence,
Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole.






  Ofel. I shall obay my lord in all I may.
  Cor. Ofelia, receiue none of his letters,
"For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart;
"Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes
To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire;
Come in Ofelia, such men often proue,
"Great in their wordes, but little in their loue.
  Ofel. I will my lord.               exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 1.3]

Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.
  Ham. The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and
An nipping winde, what houre i'st?

  Hor. I think it lackes of twelue,               Sound Trumpets.
  Mar. No, t'is strucke.
  Hor. Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord?


  Ham. O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse,
Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp-spring reeles,
And as he dreames, his draughts of renish downe,
The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out,
The triumphes of his pledge.
  Hor. Is it a custome here?
  Ham. I mary i'st and though I am
Natiue here, and to the maner borne,
It is a custome, more honourd in the breach,   [620]
Then in the obseruance.






















Enter the Ghost.
  Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
  Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs,
Be thou a spirite of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from heanen, or blasts from hell:
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou commest in such questionable shape,
That I will speake to thee,
Ile call thee Hamlet, King, Father, Royall Dane,
O answere mee, let mee not burst in ignorance,   [630]
But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death
Haue burst their ceremonies: why thy Sepulcher,
In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd,
Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes,
To cast thee vp againe: what may this meane,
That thou, dead corse, againe in compleate steele,
Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone,
Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature,
So horridely to shake our disposition,   [640]
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules?
Say, speake, wherefore, what may this meane?

  Hor. It beckons you, as though it had something
To impart to you alone.

  Mar. Looke with what courteous action
It waues you to a more remoued ground,
But do not go with it.
  Hor. No, by no meanes my Lord.   [650]
  Ham. It will not speake, then will I follow it.
  Hor. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord.
That beckles ore his bace, into the sea,   [660]
And there assume some other horrible shape,
What might depriue your soueraigntie of reason,
And driue you into madnesse: thinke of it.
  Ham. Still am I called, go on, ile follow thee.
  Hor. My Lord, you shall not go.
  Ham. Why what should be the feare?
I do not set my life at a pinnes fee,
And for my soule, what can it do to that?
Being a thing immortall, like it selfe,
Go on, ile follow thee.








  Mar. My Lorde be rulde, you shall not goe.
  Ham. My fate cries out, and makes each pety Artiue

As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue,   [670]
Still am I cald, vnhand me gentlemen;
By heauen ile make a ghost of him that lets me,
Away I say, go on, ile follow thee.

  Hor. He waxeth desperate with imagination.
  Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke.
  Hor. Haue after; to what issue will this sort?
  Mar. Lets follow, tis not fit thus to obey him.
                                          exit.



[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 1.4]

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
  Ham. Ile go no farther, whither wilt thou leade me?
  Ghost Marke me.
  Ham. I will.







  Ghost I am thy fathers spirit, doomd for a time
To walke the night, and all the day
Confinde in flaming fire,
Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature
Are purged and burnt away.
  Ham. Alas poore Ghost.
  Ghost Nay pitty me not, but to my vnfolding
Lend thy listning eare, but that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house
I would a tale vnfold, whose lightest word   [700]
Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy yong blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular haire to stand on end
Like quils vpon the fretfull Porpentine,
But this same blazon must not be, to eares of flesh and blood
Hamlet, if euer thou didst thy deere father loue.
  Ham. O God.
  Gho. Reuenge his foule, and most vnnaturall murder:   [710]
  Ham. Murder.
  Ghost Yea, murder in the highest degree,
As in the least tis bad,
But mine most foule, beastly, and vnnaturall.
  Ham. Haste me to knowe it, that with wings as swift as
meditation, or the thought of it, may sweepe to my reuenge.

  Ghost O I finde thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be
Then the fat weede which rootes it selfe in ease
On Lethe wharffe: briefe let me be.   [720]

Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my orchard,
A Serpent stung me; so the whole eare of Denmarke
Is with a forged Prosses of my death rankely abusde:
But know thou noble Youth: he that did sting
Thy fathers heart, now weares his Crowne.

  Ham. O my prophetike soule, my vncle! my vncle!
  Ghost Yea he, that incestuous wretch, wonne to his will

O wicked will, and gifts! that haue the power               (with gifts,
So to seduce my most seeming vertuous Queene,






But vertue, as it neuer will be moued,
Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of heauen,   [740]
So Lust, thought to a radiant angle linckt,
Would fate it selfe from a celestiall bedde,
And prey on garbage: but soft, me thinkes
I sent the mornings ayre, briefe let me be,
Sleeping within my Orchard, my custome alwayes
In the after noone, vpon my secure houre
Thy vncle came, with iuyce of Hebona

In a viall, and through the porches of my eares
Did powre the leaprous distilment, whose effect
Hold such an enmitie with blood of man,   [750]
That swift as quickesilner, it posteth through
The naturall gates and allies of the body,

And turnes the thinne and wholesome blood
Like eager dropings into milke.
And all my smoothe body, barked, and tetterd ouer.


Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand
Of Crowne, of Queene, of life, of dignitie   [760]

At once depriued, no reckoning made of,   [760]
But sent vnto my graue,
With all my accompts and sinnes vpon my head,
O horrible, most horrible!
  Ham. O God!
  ghost If thou hast nature in thee, beare it not,

But howsoeuer, let not thy heart
Conspire against thy mother aught,   [770]
Leaue her to heauen,
And to the burthen that her conscience beares.

I must be gone, the Glo-worme shewes the Martin
To be neere, and gin's to pale his vneffectuall fire:
Hamlet adue, adue, adue: remember me.               Exit
  Ham. O all you hoste of heauen! O earth, what else?
And shall I couple hell; remember thee?




Yes thou poore Ghost; from the tables
Of my memorie, ile wipe away all sawes of Bookes,
All triuiall fond conceites
That euer youth, or else obseruance noted,
And thy remembrance, all alone shall sit.


Yes, yes, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine,
Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine,
(My tables) meet it is I set it downe,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villayne;
At least I am sure, it may be so in Denmarke.
So vncle, there you are, there you are.
Now to the words; it is adue adue: remember me,
Soe t'is enough I haue sworne.

  Hor. My lord, my lord.               Enter. Horatio,
  Mar. Lord Hamlet.               and Marcellus.

  Hor. Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho.
  Mar. Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come.
  Hor. Heauens secure him.   [800]
  Mar. How i'st my noble lord?
  Hor. What news my lord?
  Ham. Oh wonderfull, wonderful.
  Hor. Good my lord tel it.
  Ham. No not I, you'l reueale it.
  Hor. Not I my Lord by heauen.
  Mar. Nor I my Lord.   [810]
  Ham. How say you then? would hart of man
Once thinke it? but you'l be secret.
  Both. I by heauen, my lord.
  Ham. There's neuer a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke,
But hee's an arrant knaue.

  Hor. There need no Ghost come from the graue to tell
you this.
  Ham. Right, you are in the right, and therefore
I holde it meet without more circumstance at all,
Wee shake hands and part; you as your busines   [820]
And desiers shall leade you: for looke you,
Euery man hath busines, and desires, such
As it is, and for my owne poor parte, ile go pray.

  Hor. These are but wild and wherling words, my Lord.
  Ham. I am sory they offend you; hartely, yes faith hartily.

  Hor. Ther's no offence my Lord.
  Ham. Yes by Saint Patrike but there is H oratio,
And much offence too, touching this vision,   [830]
It is an honest ghost, that let mee tell you,
For your desires to know what is betweene vs,
Or'emaister it as you may:
And now kind frends, as yon are frends,
Schollers and gentlmen,
Grant mee one poore request.
  Both. What i'st my Lord?
  Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seene to night
  Both. My lord, we will not.
  Ham. Nay but sweare.
  Hor. In faith my Lord not I.   [840]
  Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith.
  Ham. Nay vpon my sword, indeed vpon my sword.


  Gho. Sweare.
The Gost vnder the stage.
  Ham. Ha, ha, come you here, this fellow in the sellerige,
Here consent to sweare.

  Hor. Propose the oth my Lord.
  Ham. Neuer to speake what you haue seene to night,   [850]
Sweare by my sword.
  Gost. Sweare.
  Ham. Hic & vbique; nay then weele shift our ground:
Come hither Gentlemen, and lay your handes
Againe vpon this sword, neuer to speake

Of that which you haue seene, sweare by my sword.
  Ghost Sweare.
  Ham. Well said old Mole, can'st worke in the earth?
so fast, a worthy Pioner, once more remoue.
  Hor. Day and night but this is wondrous strange.
  Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome,
There are more things in the heauen and earth Horatio,
Then are Dream't of, in your philosophie,
But come here, as before you neuer shall
How strange or odde soere I beare my selfe,
As I perchance hereafter shall thinke meet,
To put an Anticke disposition on,
That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall
With Armes, incombred thus, or this head shake,   [870]
Or by pronouncing some vndoubtfull phrase,
As well well, wee know, or wee could and if we would,
Or there be, and if they might, or such ambiguous:
Giuing out to note, that you know aught of mee,
This not to doe, so grace, and mercie
At your most need helpe you, sweare

  Ghost. sweare.
  Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so gentlemen,
In all my loue I do commend mee to you,   [880]
And what so poore a man as Hamlet may,
To pleasure you, God willing shall not want,
Nay come lett's go together,
But stil your fingers on your lippes I pray,
The time is out of ioynt, O cursed spite,
That euer I was borne to set it right,
Nay come lett's go together.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 1.5]



Enter Corambis, and Montano.
  Cor. Montano, here, these letters to my sonne,   [890]
And this same mony with my blessing to him,   [890]
And bid him ply his learning good Montano.
  Mon. I will my lord.










  Cor. You shall do very well Montano, to say thus,
I knew the gentleman, or know his father,
To inquire the manner of his life,
As thus; being amongst his acquaintance,
You may say, you saw him at such a time, marke you mee,








At game, or drincking, swearing, or drabbing,
You may go so farre.
  Mon. My lord, that will impeach his reputation.
  Cor. I faith not a whit, no not a whit,   [920]

















Now happely hee closeth with you in the consequence,
As you may bridle it not disparage him a iote.   [920]



What was I a bout to say,


  Mon. He closeth with him in the consequence.

  Cor. I, you say right, he closeth with him thus,
This will hee say, let mee see what hee will say,
Mary this, I saw him yesterday, or tother day,
Or then, or at such time, a dicing,   [950]

Or at Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring
Of a howse of lightnes viz. brothell,


Thus sir do wee that know the world, being men of reach,

By indirections, finde directions forth,

And so shall you my sonne; you ha me, ha you not?
  Mon. I haue my lord.
  Cor. Wel, fare you well, commend mee to him.
  Mon. I will my lord.


  Cor. And bid him ply his musicke
  Mon. My lord I wil.               exit.
Enter, Ofelia.
  Cor. Farewel, how now Ofelia, what's the news with you?
  Ofe. O my deare father, such a change in nature,
So great an alteration in a Prince,
So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee,
A maidens eye ne're looked on.
  Cor. What what's the matter my Ofelia?   [970]
  Of. O yong Prince Hamlet, the only floure of Denmark,
Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had,
The Iewell that ador'nd his feature most
Is filcht and stolne away, his wit's bereft him,
Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone,
There comes hee to mee, with a distracted looke,
His garters lagging downe, his shooes vntide,
And fixt his eyes so stedfast on my face,
As if they had vow'd, this is their latest obiect.

Small while he stoode, but gripes me by the wrist,





And there he holdes my pulse till with a sigh

He doth vnclaspe his holde, and parts away
Silent, as is the mid time of the night:
And as he went, his eie was still on mee,
For thus his head ouer his shoulder looked,
He seemed to finde the way without his eies:
For out of doores he went without their helpe,
And so did leaue me.
  Cor. Madde for thy loue,




What haue you giuen him any crosse wordes of late?

  Ofelia I did repell his letters, deny his gifts,
As you did charge me.
  Cor. What that hath made him madde:



By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to cast
Beyond our selues, as t'is for the yonger sort
To leaue their wantonnesse. Well, I am sory
That I was so rash: but what remedy?
Lets to the King, this madnesse may prooue,
Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue.               exeunt.



[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 2.1]



Enter King and Queene, Rossencrast, and Gilderstone.





  King Right noble friends, that our deere cosin Hamlet
Hath lost the very heart of all his sence,
It is most right, and we most sory for him:


Therefore we doe desire, euen as you tender   [1030]
Our care to him, and our great loue to you,




That you will labour but to wring from him
The cause and ground of his distemperancie.
Doe this, the king of Denmarke shal be thankefull.








  Ros. My Lord, whatsoeuer lies within our power
Your maiestie may more commaund in wordes
Then vse perswasions to your liege men, bound
By loue, by duetie, and obedience.
  Guil. What we may doe for both your Maiesties
To know the griefe troubles the Prince your sonne,
We will indeuour all the best we may,
So in all duetie doe we take our leaue.
  King Thankes Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencrast.
  Que. Thankes Rossencrast, and gentle Gilderstone.







Enter Corambis and Ofelia.
  Cor. My Lord, the Ambassadors are ioyfully
Return'd from Norway.
  King Thou still hast beene the father of good news.
  Cor. Haue I my Lord? I assure your grace,
I holde my duetie as I holde my life,
Both to my God, and to my soueraigne King:
And I beleeue, or else this braine of mine   [1070]
Hunts not the traine of policie so well
As it had wont to doe, but I haue found
The very depth of Hamlets lunacie.






  Queene God graunt he hath.

Enter the Ambassadors.

  King Now Voltemar, what from our brother Norway?
  Volt. Most faire returnes of greetings and desires,
Vpon our first he sent forth to suppresse
His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd
To be a preparation gainst the Polacke:
But better look't into, he truely found
It was against your Highnesse, whereat grieued,   [1090]
That so his sickenesse, age, and impotence,
Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortenbrasse, which he in briefe obays,
Receiues rebuke from Norway :and in fine,
Makes vow before his vncle, neuer more
To giue the assay of Armes against your Maiestie,
Whereon olde Norway ouercome with ioy,
Giues him three thousand crownes in annuall fee,
And his Commission to employ those souldiers,
So leuied as before, against the Polacke,   [1100]
With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
That it would please you to giue quiet passe
Through your dominions, for that enterprise
On such regardes of safety and allowances
As therein are set downe.
  King. It likes vs well, and at fit time and leasure
Weele reade and answere these his Articles,

Meane time we thanke you for your well
Tooke labour: go to your rest, at night weele feast togither:
Right welcome home.               exeunt Ambassadors.
  Cor. This busines is very well dispatched.
Now my Lord, touching the yong Prince Hamlet,














Certaine it is that hee is madde: mad let vs grant him then:
Now to know the cause of this effect,
Or else to say the cause of this defect,   [1130]
For this effect defectiue comes by cause.
  Queene Good my Lord be briefe.
  Cor. Madam I will: my Lord, I haue a daughter,
Haue while shee's mine: for that we thinke
Is surest, we often loose: now to the Prince.
My Lord, but note this letter,
The which my daughter in obedience
Deliuer'd to my handes.
  King Reade it my Lord.
  Cor. Marke my Lord.




Doubt that in earth is fire,
Doubt that the starres doe moue,
Doubt trueth to be a liar,
But doe not doubt I loue.
To the beautifull Ofelia:


Thine euer the most vnhappy Prince Hamlet.





My Lord, what doe you thinke of me?
I, or what might you thinke when I sawe this?   [1160]
  King As of a true friend and a most louing subiect.
  Cor. I would be glad to prooue so.   [1160]








Now when I saw this letter, thus I bespake my maiden:
Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of your starre,   [1170]
And one that is vnequall for your loue:
Therefore I did commaund her refuse his letters,
Deny his tokens, and to absent her selfe.
Shee as my childe obediently obey'd me.
Now since which time, seeing his loue thus cross'd,
Which I tooke to be idle, and but sport,
He straitway grew into a melancholy,
From that vnto a fast, then vnto distraction,
Then into a sadnesse, from that vnto a madnesse,
And so by continuance, and weakenesse of the braine
Into this frensie, which now possesseth him:
And if this be not true, take this from this.
  King Thinke you t'is so?

  Cor. How? so my Lord, I would very faine know
That thing that I haue saide t'is so, positiuely,
And it hath fallen out otherwise.
Nay, if circumstances leade me on,
Ile finde it out, if it were hid
As deepe as the centre of the earth.   [1190]
  King. how should wee trie this same?
  Cor. Mary my good lord thus,
The Princes walke is here in the galery,


There let Ofelia, walke vntill hee comes:
Your selfe and I will stand close in the study,
There shall you heare the effect of all his hart,
And if it proue any otherwise then loue,
Then let my censure faile an other time.


  King. see where hee comes poring vppon a booke.
Enter Hamlet.
[insert A (from below near 1800):]
I will my selfe goe feele him: let me worke,
Ile try him euery way: see where he comes,
Send you those Gentlemen, let me alone
To finde the depth of this, away, be gone.               exit King.
Now my good Lord, do you know me?               Enter Hamlet.
  Ham. Yea very well, y'are a fishmonger.
  Cor. Not I my Lord.
  Ham. Then sir, I would you were so honest a man,

For to be honest, as this age goes,
Is one man to be pickt out of tenne thousand.












  Cor. What doe you reade my Lord?
  Ham. Wordes, wordes.   [1230]
  Cor. What's the matter my Lord?
  Ham. Betweene who?
  Cor. I meane the matter you reade my Lord.
  Ham. Mary most vile heresie:
For here the Satyricall Satyre writes,
That olde men haue hollow eyes, weake backes,
Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges,
All which sir, I most potently beleeue not:
For sir, your selfe shalbe olde as I am,   [1240]
If like a Crabbe, you could goe backeward.
  Cor. How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit:
Yet at first he tooke me for a fishmonger:
All this comes by loue, the vemencie of loue,
and when I was yong, I was very idle,
And suffered much extasie in loue, very neere this:
Will you walke out of the aire my Lord?
  Ham. Into my graue.
  Cor. By the masse that's out of the aire indeed,
Very shrewd answers,
My lord I will take my leaue of you.






Enter Gilderstone, and Rossencrast.
  Ham. You can take nothing from me sir,
I will more willingly part with all,


Olde doating foole.
  Cor, You seeke Prince Hamlet, see, there he is.               exit.



  Gil. Health to your Lordship.

  Ham. What, Gilderstone, and Rossencrast,   [1270]
Welcome kinde Schoole-fellowes to Elsanoure.
  Gil. We thanke your Grace, and would be very glad
You were as when we were at Wittenberg.














































  Ham. I thanke you, but is this vistitation free of   [1320]
Your selues, or were you not sent for?




Tell me true, come, I know the good King and Queene
Sent for you, there is a kinde of confession in your eye:
Come, I know you were sent for.








  Gil. What say you?
  Ham. Nay then I see how the winde sits,
Come, you were sent for.
  Ross. My Lord, we were, and willingly if we might,
Know the cause and ground of your discontent.
  Ham. Why I want preferment.   [2210]
  Ross. I thinke not so my lord.

  Ham. Yes faith, this great world you see contents me not,
No nor the spangled heauens, nor earth nor sea,


No nor Man that is so glorious a creature,




Contents not me, no nor woman too, though you laugh.




  Gil. My lord, we laugh not at that.

  Ham. Why did you laugh then,   [1360]
When I said, Man did not content mee?   [1360]
  Gil. My Lord, we laughed, when you said, Man did not
content you.
What entertainement the Players shall haue,
We boorded them a the way: they are comming to you.
[insert B (from below near 1410):]
He that playes the King shall haue tribute of me,
The ventrous Knight shall vse his foyle and target,
The louer shall sigh gratis,
The clowne shall make them laugh   [1370]               (for't,
That are tickled in the lungs, or the blanke verse shall halt   [1370]
And the Lady shall haue leaue to speake her minde freely.
[end insert B]   Ham. Players, what Players be they?
  Ross. My Lord, the Tragedians of the Citty,
Those that you tooke delight to see so often.               (stie?
  Ham. How comes it that they trauell? Do they grow re-








  Gil. No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont.
  Ham. How then?
  Gil. Yfaith my Lord, noueltie carries it away,
For the principall publike audience that
Came to them, are turned to priuate playes,
And to the humour of children.


















  Ham. I doe not greatly wonder of it,
For those that would make mops and moes   [1410]
At my vncle, when my father liued,   [1410]
Now giue a hundred, two hundred pounds
The Trumpets sound, Enter Corambis.
For his picture: but they shall be welcome,
[insert B (see above near 1370) originally here]













Do you see yonder great baby?   [1430]
He is not yet out of his swadling clowts.   [1430]

  Gil. That may be, for they say an olde man
Is twice a childe.               (Players,
  Ham. Ile prophecie to you, hee comes to tell mee a the
You say true, a monday last, t'was so indeede.

  Cor. My lord, I haue news to tell you.
  Ham. My Lord, I haue newes to tell you:
When Rossios was an Actor in Rome.
  Cor. The Actors are come hither, my lord.   [1440]
  Ham. Buz, buz.


  Cor. The best Actors in Christendome,
Either for Comedy, Tragedy, Historie, Pastorall,
Pastorall, Historicall, Historicall, Comicall,
Comicall historicall, Pastorall, Tragedy historicall:
Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plato too light:
For the law hath writ those are the onely men.

  Ha. O Iepha Iudge of Israel! what a treasure hadst thou?

  Cor. What what a treasure had he my lord?
  Ham. Why one faire daughter, and no more,
The which he loued passing well.
  Cor. A, stil harping a my daughter! well my Lord,

If you call me Iepha, I hane a daughter that
I loue passing well.
  Ham. Nay that followes not.   [1460]
  Cor. What followes then my Lord?
  Ham. Why by lot, or God wot, or as it came to passe,
And so it was, the first verse of the godly Ballet
Wil tel you all: for look you where my abridgement comes:


Welcome maisters, welcome all,               Enter players.
What my olde friend, thy face is vallanced
Since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard me in Denmarke?
My yong lady and mistris, burlady but your   [1470]   (you were:
Ladiship is growne by the altitude of a chopine higher than
Pray God sir your voyce, like a peece of vncurrant
Golde, be not crack't in the ring: come on maisters,
Weele euen too't, like French Falconers,
Flie at any thing we see, come, a taste of your
Quallitie, a speech, a passionate speech.

  Players What speech my good lord?
  Ham. I heard thee speake a speech once,
But it was neuer acted: or if it were,
Neuer aboue twice, for as I remember,   [1480]
It pleased not the vulgar, it was cauiary
To the million: but to me
And others, that receiued it in the like kinde,
Cried in the toppe of their iudgements, an excellent play,
Set downe with as great modestie as cunning:
One said there was no fallets in the lines to make thê sauory,
But called it an honest methode, as wholesome as sweete.
Come, a speech in it I chiefly remember
Was Aeneas tale to Dido,
And then especially where he talkes of Princes slaughter,   [1490]
If it liue in thy memory beginne at this line,
Let me see.
The rugged Pyrrus, like th'arganian beast:
No t'is not so, it begins with Pirrus:
O I haue it.
The rugged Pirrus, he whose sable armes,
Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble,
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now his blacke and grimme complexion smeered
With Heraldry more dismall, head to foote,
Now is he totall guise, horridely tricked
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,   [1500]
Back't and imparched in calagulate gore,



Rifted in earth and fire, olde grandsire Pryam seekes:
So goe on.               (accent.
  Cor. Afore God, my Lord, well spoke, and with good

  Play. A none he finds him striking too short at Greeks,
His antike sword rebellious to his Arme,   [1510]
Lies where it falles, vnable to resist.

Pyrrus at Pryam driues, but all in rage,
Strikes wide, but with the whiffe and winde
Of his fell sword, th'unnerued father falles.























  Cor. Enough my friend, t'is too long.
  Ham. It shall to the Barbers with your beard:
A pox, hee's for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry,   [1540]
Or else he sleepes, come on to Hecuba, come.   [1540]
  Play. But who, O who had seene the mobled Queene?

  Cor. Mobled Queene is good, faith very good.
  Play. All in the alarum and feare of death rose vp,   [1550]



And o're her weake and all ore-teeming loynes, a blancket
And a kercher on that head, where late the diademe stoode,
Who this had seene with tongue inuenom'd speech,
Would treason haue pronounced,
For if the gods themselues had seene her then,
When she saw Pirrus with malitious strokes,
Mincing her husbandes limbs,


It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen,
And passion in the gods.
  Cor Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour,   [1560]
And hath teares in his eyes: no more good heart, no more.   [1560]
  Ham. T'is well, t'is very well, I pray my lord,
Will you see the Players will bestowed,
I tell you they are the Chronicles
And briefe abstracts of the time,
After your death I can tell you,
You were better haue a bad Epiteeth,
Then their ill report while you liue.
  Cor. My lord, I will vse them according to their deserts.
  Ham. O farre better man, vse euery man after his deserts,   [1570]
Then who should scape whipping?
Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie,
The lesse they deserue, the greater credit's yours.

  Cor. Welcome my good fellowes.               exit.
  Ham. Come hither maisters, can you not play the mur-
der of Gonsago?

  players Yes my Lord.
  Ham. And could'st not thou for a neede study me   [1580]
Some dozen or sixteene lines,
Which I would set downe and insert?
  players Yes very easily my good Lord.
  Ham. T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord:
And doe you heare sirs? take heede you mocke him not.
Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you,
And for a time I would desire you leaue me.
  Gil. Our loue and duetie is at your commaund.
Exeunt all but Hamlet.
  Ham. Why what a dunghill idiote slaue am I?   [1590]




Why these Players here draw water from eyes:



For Hecuba, why what is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?
What would he do and if he had my losse?   [1600]
His father murdred, and a Crowne bereft him,
He would turne all his teares to droppes of blood,
Amaze the standers by with his laments,
Strike more then wonder in the iudiciall eares,
Confound the ignorant, and make mute the wise,
Indeede his passion would be generall.

Yet I like to an asse and Iohn a Dreames,
Hauing my father murdred by a villaine,

Stand still, and let it passe, why sure I am a coward:

Who pluckes me by the beard, or twites my nose,
Giue's me the lie i'th throate downe to the lungs,

Sure I should take it, or else I haue no gall,


Or by this I should a fatted all the region kites
With this slaues offell, this damned villaine,   [1620]
Treacherous, bawdy, murderous villaine:   [1620]

Why this is braue, that I the sonne of my deare father,


Should like a scalion, like a very drabbe
Thus raile in wordes. About my braine,

I haue heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play,
Hath, by the very cunning of the scene, confest a murder   [1630]
Committed long before.






This spirit that I haue seene may be the Diuell,


And out of my weakenesse and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such men,
Doth seeke to damne me, I will haue sounder proofes,
The play's the thing,
Wherein I'le catch the conscience of the King.               exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 2.2b]

Enter the King, Queene, and Lordes.

  King Lordes, can you by no meanes finde
The cause of our sonne Hamlets lunacie?
You being so neere in loue, euen from his youth,
Me thinkes should gaine more than a stranger should.
  Gil. My lord, we haue done all the best we could,
To wring from him the cause of all his griefe,
But still he puts vs off, and by no meanes
Would make an answere to that we exposde.










  Ross. Yet was he something more inclin'd to mirth
Before we left him, and I take it,
He hath giuen order for a play to night,
At which he craues your highnesse company.



  King With all our heart, it likes vs very well:

Gentlemen, seeke still to increase his mirth,
Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open,
And we vnto your selues will still be thankefull.
  Both In all wee can, be sure you shall commaund.
  Queene Thankes gentlemen, and what the Queene of
May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want.               ( Denmarke
  Gil. Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince.
  King Thanks to you both: Gertred you'l see this play.
  Queene My lord I will, and it ioyes me at the soule
He is inclin'd to any kinde of mirth.
  Cor. Madame, I pray be fuled by me:
And my good Soueraigne, giue me leaue to speake,
We cannot yet finde out the very ground
Of his distemperance, therefore
I holde it meete, if so it please you,
Else they shall not meete, and thus it is.
  King What i'st Corambis?               (done,
  Cor. Mary my good lord this, soone when the sports are
Madam, send you in haste to speake with him,
And I my selfe will stand behind the Arras,
There question you the cause of all his griefe,
And then in loue and nature vnto you, hee'le tell you all:
My Lord, how thinke you on't?
  King It likes vs well, Gerterd, what say you?
  Queene With all my heart, soone will I send for him.
  Cor. My selfe will be that happy messenger,
Who hopes his griefe will be reueal'd to her.               exeunt omnes
[end insert A]
  Cor. Madame, will it please your grace
To leaue vs here?





[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 2.2a]

  Que. With all my hart.               exit.






  Cor. And here Ofelia, reade you on this booke,
And walke aloofe, the King shal be vnseene.














  Ham. To be, or not to be, I there's the point,   [1710]







To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all:
No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes,
For in that dreame of death, when wee awake,   [1720]
And borne before an euerlasting Iudge,
From whence no passenger euer retur'nd,
The vndiscouered country, at whose sight
The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd.
But for this, the ioyfull hope of this,
Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world,
Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore?
The widow being oppressed, the orphan wrong'd,
The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne,
And thousand more calamities besides,
To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life,
When that he may his full Quietus make,
With a bare bodkin, who would this indure,   [1730]
But for a hope of something after death?
Which pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence,
Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue,
Than flie to others that we know not of.
I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all,




Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred.




  Ofel. My Lord, I haue sought opportunitie, which now
I haue, to redeliuer to your worthy handes, a small remem-
brance, such tokens which I haue receiued of you.
[insert C (from below near 1770):] I neuer gaue you nothing.
  Ofel. My Lord, you know right will you did,
And with them such earnest vowes of loue,
As would haue moou'd the stoniest breast aliue,
But now too true I finde,
Rich giftes waxe poore, when giuers grow vnkinde.
[end insert C]
  Ham. Are you faire?   [1760]
  Ofel. My Lord.
  Ham. Are you honest?
  Ofel. What meanes my Lord?
  Ham. That if you be faire and honest,
Your beauty should admit no discourse to your honesty.
  Ofel. My Lord, can beauty haue better priuiledge than
with honesty?
  Ham. Yea mary may it; for Beauty may transforme
Honesty, from what she was into a bawd:
Then Honesty can transforme Beauty:
This was sometimes a Paradox,
But now the time giues it scope.
[insert C (see above near 1750) originally here]
  Ham. I neuer loued you.
  Ofel You made me beleeue you did.
  Ham. O thou shouldst not a beleeued me!

Go to a Nunnery goe, why shouldst thou
Be a breeder of sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,
But I could accuse my selfe of such crimes
It had beene better my mother had ne're borne me,
O I am very prowde, ambitious, disdainefull,
With more sinnes at my becke, then I haue thoughts   [1780]
To put them in, what should such fellowes as I
Do, crawling between heauen and earth?
To a Nunnery goe, we are arrant knaues all,
Beleeue none of vs, to a Nunnery goe.
  Ofel. O heauens secure him!
  Ham. Wher's thy father?
  Ofel. At home my lord.
  Ham. For Gods sake let the doores be shut on him,
He may play the foole now where but in his
Owne house: to a Nunnery goe.
  Ofel. Help him good God.
  Ham. If thou dost marry, Ile giue thee   [1790]
This plague to thy dowry:   [1790]
Be thou as chaste as yce, as pure as snowe,
Thou shalt not scape calumny, to a Nunnery goe.
  Ofel. Alas, what change is this?
  Ham. But if thou wilt needes marry, marry a foole,
For wisemen know well enough,
What monsters you make of them, to a Nunnery goe.
  Ofel. Pray God restore him.
  Ham. Nay, I haue heard of your paintings too,
God hath giuen you one face,
And you make your selues another,
You sig, and you amble, and you nickname Gods creatures,   [1800]
Making your wantonnesse, your ignorance,
A pox, t'is scuruy, Ile no more of it,
It hath made me madde: Ile no more marriages,
All that are married but one, shall liue,
The rest shall keepe as they are, to a Nunnery goe,
To a Nunnery goe.               exit.
  Ofe. Great God of heauen, what a quicke change is this?
The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier, all in him,








All dasht and splinterd thence, O woe is me,
To a seene what I haue seene, see what I see.               exit.

  King Loue? No, no, that's not the cause,               Enter King and

Some deeper thing it is that troubles him.               Corambis.












  Cor. Wel, something it is: my Lord, content you a while,


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 3.1a]

[insert A (see above near 1200) originally here]











[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 3.1b]

Enter Hamlet and the Players.
  Ham. Pronounce me this speech trippingly a the tongue
as I taught thee,
Mary and you mouth it, as a many of your players do   [1850]
I'de rather heare a towne bull bellow,
Then such a fellow speake my lines.
Nor do not saw the aire thus with your hands,
But giue euery thing his action with temperance.               (fellow,
O it offends mee to the soule, to heare a rebustious periwig
To teare a passion in totters, into very ragges,
To split the eares of the ignoraut, who for the               (noises,
Most parte are capable of nothing but dumbe shewes and
I would haue such a fellow whipt, for o're doing, tarmagant   [1860]
It out, Herodes Herod.
  players My Lorde, wee haue indifferently reformed that
among vs.
  Ham. The better, the better, mend it all together:
There be fellowes that I haue seene play,
And heard others commend them, and that highly too,
That hauing neither the gate of Christian, Pagan,
Nor Turke, haue so strutted and bellowed,   [1880]
That you would a thought, some of Natures journeymen   [1880]
Had made men, and not made them well,
They imitated humanitie, so abhominable:
Take heede, auoyde it.











  players I warrant you my Lord.

  Ham. And doe you heare? let not your Clowne speake
More then is set downe, there be of them I can tell you
That will laugh themselues, to set on some
Quantitie of barren spectators to laugh with them,
Albeit there is some necessary point in the Play   [1890]
Then to be obserued: O t'is vile, and shewes
A pittifull ambition in the foole the vseth it.
And then you haue some agen, that keepes one sute
Of ieasts, as a man is knowne by one sute of
Apparell, and Gentlemen quotes his ieasts downe
In their tables, before they come to the play, as thus:
Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige? and, you owe me
A quarters wages: and, my coate wants a cullison:
And your beere is sowre: and, blabbering with his lips,
And thus keeping in his cinkapase of ieasts,
When, God knows, the warme Clowne cannot make a iest
Vnlesse by chance, as the blinde man catcheth a hare:
Maisters tell him of it.
  players We will my Lord.   [1900]
  Ham. Well, goe make you ready.               exeunt players.






  Horatio. Heere my Lord.
  Ham. Horatio, thou art euen as iust a man,
As e're my conuersation cop'd withall.
  Hor. O my lord!
  Ham. Nay why should I flatter thee?
Why should the poore be flattered?   [1910]
What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee,
That nothing hath but thy good minde?
Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongs,
To glose with them that loues to heare their praise,
And not with such as thou Horatio.












There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue
Comes very neere the murder of my father,

When thou shalt see that Act afoote,

Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes,
For I mine eies will riuet to his face:
And if he doe not bleach, and change at that,
It is a damned ghost that we haue seene.
Horatio, haue a care, obserue him well.



  Hor. My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face,
And not the smallest alteration   [1940]
That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it.






  Ham. Harke, they come.
Enter King, Queene, Corambis, and other Lords.               (a play?
  King How now son Hamlet, how fare you, shall we haue
  Ham. Yfaith the Camelions dish, not capon cramm'd,
feede a the ayre.   [1950]




I father: My lord, you playd in the Vniuersitie.
  Cor. That I did my L: and I was counted a good actor.
  Ham. What did you enact there?
  Cor. My lord, I did act Iulius Caesar, I was killed
in the Capitoll, Brutus killed me.
  Ham. It was a brute parte of him,   [1960]
To kill so capitall a calfe.   [1960]
Come, be these Players ready?
  Queene Hamlet come sit downe by me.
  Ham. No by my faith mother, heere's a mettle more at-
Lady will you giue me leaue, and so forth:               (tractiue:
To lay my head in your lappe?
  Ofel. No my Lord.               (trary matters?
  Ham. Vpon your lap, what do you thinke I meant con-





[insert E (from near 2120 below):]
  Ofel. Y'are very pleasant my lord.


  Ham. Who I, you onlie jig-maker, why what shoulde
a man do but be merry? for looke how cheerefully my mo-
ther lookes, my father died within these two houres.   [1980]

  Ofel. Nay, t'is twice two months, my Lord.
  Ham. Two months, nay then let the diuell weare blacke,
For i'le haue a sute of Sables: Iesus, two months dead,
And not forgotten yet? nay then there's some
Likelyhood, a gentlemans death may outliue memorie,
But by my faith hee must build churches then,
Or els hee must follow the olde Epitithe,
With hoh, with ho, the hobi-horse is forgot.
[end insert E]
Enter in a Dumbe Shew, the King and the Queene, he sits   [1990]
downe in an Arbor, she leaues him: Then enters Luci-
anus with poyson in a Viall, and powres it in his eares, and
goes away: Then the Queene commeth and findes him
dead: and goes away with the other.







  Ofel. What meanes this my Lord?               Enter the Prologue.
  Ham. This is myching Mallico, that meanes my chiefe.

  Ofel. What doth this meane my lord?

  Ham you shall heare anone, this fellow will tell you all.

  Ofel. Will he tell vs what this shew meanes?   [2010]
  Ham. I, or any shew you'le shew him,
Be not afeard to shew, hee'le not be afeard to tell:
O these Players cannot keepe counsell, thei'le tell all.



  Prol. For vs, and for our Tragedie,
Heere stowpiug to your clemencie,
We begge your hearing patiently.
  Ham. I'st a prologue, or a poesie for a ring?   [2020]
  Ofel. T'is short my Lord.
  Ham. As womens loue.
Enter the Duke and Dutchesse.
  Duke Full fortie yeares are past, their date is gone,
Since happy time ioyn'd both our hearts as one:
And now the blood that fill'd my youthfull veines,
Runnes weakely in their pipes, and all the straines
Of musicke, which whilome pleasde mine eare,
Is now a burthen that Age cannot beare:
And therefore sweete Nature must pay his due,
To heauen must I, and leaue the earth with you.   [2040]
  Dutchesse O say not so, lest that you kill my heart,
When death takes you, let life from me depart.









  Duke Content thy selfe, when ended is my date,
Thon maist (perchance) haue a more noble mate,
More wise, more youthfull, and one.


  Dutchesse O speake no more for then I am accurst,
None weds the second, but she kils the first:
A second time I kill my Lord that's dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
  Ham. O wormewood, wormewood!




  Duke I doe beleeue you sweete, what now you speake,
But what we doe determine oft we breake,
























For our demises stil are ouerthrowne,   [2080]
Our thought are ours, their end's none of our owne:
So thinke you will no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead.






  Dutchesse Both here and there pursue me lasting strife,
If once a widdow, euer I be wife.
  Ham. If she should breake now.   [2090]
  Duke T'is deepely sworne, sweete leaue me here a while,

My spirites growe dull, and faine I would beguile the tedi-
ous time with sleepe.
  Dutchesse Sleepe rocke thy braine,
And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. exit Lady
  Ham. Madam, how do you like this play?
  Queene The Lady protests too much.
  Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
  King Haue you heard the argument, is there no offence   [2100]
in it?
  Ham. No offence in the world, poyson in iest, poison in

  King What do you call the name of the play?   (iest.
  Ham. Mouse-trap: mary how trapically: this play is
The image of a murder done in guyana, Albertus
Was the Dukes name, his wife Baptista,
Father, it is a knauish peece a worke: but what
A that, it toucheth not vs, you and I that haue free
Soules, let the galld iade wince, this is one   [2110]
Lucianus nephew to the King.

  Ofel. Ya're as good as a Chorus my lord.
  Ham. I could interpret the loue you beare, if I sawe the
poopies dallying.
[insert E (see above near 1970) originally here]
  Ofel. Your iests are keene my Lord.
  Ham. It would cost you a groning to take them off.
  Ofel. Still better and worse.
  Ham. So you must take your husband, begin. Murdred   [2120]
Begin, a poxe, leaue thy damnable faces and begin,
Come, the croking rauen doth bellow for reuenge.

  Murd. Thoughts blacke, hands apt, drugs fit, and time

Confederate season, else no creature seeing:               (agreeing.
Thou mixture rancke, of midnight weedes collected,
With Hecates bane thrise blasted, thrise infected,
Thy naturall magicke, and dire propertie,
One wholesome life vsurps immediately.               exit.   [2130]

  Ham. He poysons him for his estate.






  King Lights, I will to bed.   [2140]
  Cor. The king rises, lights hoe.
Exeunt King and Lordes.
  Ham. What, frighted with false fires?
Then let the stricken deere goe weepe,
The hart vngalled play,
For some must laugh, while some must weepe,
Thus runnes the world away.










  Hor. The king is mooued my lord.
  Hor. I Horatio, i'le take the Ghosts word
For more then all the coyne in Denmarke.


Enter Rossencrast and Gilderstone.
  Ross. Now my lord, how i'st with you?
  Ham. And if the king like not the tragedy,
Why then belike he likes it not perdy.



  Ross. We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant,
My good lord, let vs againe intreate               (ture
To know of you the ground and cause of your distempera-






























  Gil. My lord, your mother craues to speake with you.

  Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother.

  Ross. But my good Lord, shall I intreate thus much?















  Ham. I pray will you play vpon this pipe?

  Ross. Alas my lord I cannot.
  Ham. Pray will you.
  Gil. I haue no skill my Lord.
  Ham. why looke, it is a thing of nothing,
T'is but stopping of these holes,
And with a little breath from your lips,
It will giue most delicate musick.   [2230]
  Gil. But this cannot wee do my Lord.
  Ham. Pray now, pray hartily, I beseech you.
  Ros. My lord wee cannot.               (me?
  Ham. Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of
You would seeme to know my stops, you would play vpon
You would search the very inward part of my hart,               (mee,
And diue into the secrect of my soule.
Zownds do you thinke I am easier to be pla'yd   [2240]
On, then a pipe? call mee what Instrument
You will, though you can frett mee, yet you can not
Play vpon mee, besides, to be demanded by a spunge.
[insert F (see below near 2640) originally here)]
  Ros. Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue.
  Ham Farewell, farewell, God blesse you.
Exit Rossencrast and Gilderstone.
Enter Corambis
  Cor. My lord, the Queene would speake with you.
  Ham. Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell?

  Cor. T'is like a camell in deed.
  Ham. Now me thinkes it's like a weasel.   [2250]
  Cor. T'is back't like a weasell.
  Ham. Or like a whale.
  Cor. Very like a whale.               exit Coram.
  Ham. Why then tell my mother i'le come by and by.
Good night Horatio.
  Hor. Good night vnto your Lordship.               exit Horatio.






  Ham. My mother she hath sent to speake with me:
O God, let ne're the heart of Nero enter
This soft bosome.
Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall.
I will speake daggers, those sharpe wordes being spent,


To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent.           exit.   [2270]  


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 3.2+]

Enter the King.

















































  King O that this wet that falles vpon my face
Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience!



When I looke vp to heauen, I see my trespasse,
The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact,
Pay me the murder of a brother and a king,
And the adulterous fault I haue committed:
O these are sinnes that are vnpardonable:
Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat,
Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe:
I but still to perseuer in a sinne,
It is an act gainst the vniuersall power,











Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer,
Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire.

hee kneeles.             enters Hamlet
  Ham. I so, come forth and worke thy last,   [2350]

And thus hee dies: and so am I reuenged:




No, not so: he tooke my father sleeping, his sins brim full,
And how his soule stoode to the state of heauen
Who knowes, saue the immortall powres,

And shall I kill him now,   [2360]
When he is purging of his soule?
Making his way for heauen, this is a benefit,
And not reuenge: no, get thee vp agen,               (drunke,
When hee's at game swaring, taking his carowse, drinking

Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed,
Or at some act that hath no relish
Of saluation in't, then trip him
That his heeles may kicke at heauen,

And fall as lowe as hel: my mother stayes,
This phisicke but prolongs thy weary dayes.               exit Ham.
  King My wordes fly vp, my sinnes remaine below.
No King on earth is safe, if Gods his foe.               exit King.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 3.3]

Enter Queene and Corambis.
  Cor. Madame, I heare yong Hamlet comming,
I'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras.               exit Cor.





  Queene Do so my Lord.

  Ham. Mother, mother, O are you here?
How i'st with you mother?
  Queene How i'st with you?
  Ham, I'le tell you, but first weele make all safe.
  Queene Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
  Ham. Mother, you haue my father much offended.
  Queene How now boy?   [2390]






  Ham. How now mother! come here, sit downe, for you   [2390]
shall heare me speake.


  Queene What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murder me:
Helpe hoe.
  Cor. Helpe for the Queene.
  Ham. I a Rat, dead for a Duckat.
Rash intruding foole, farewell,
I tooke thee for thy better.
  Queene Hamlet, what hast thou done?

  Ham. Not so much harme, good mother,
As to kill a king, and marry with his brother.   [2410]
  Queene How! kill a king!





  Ham. I a King: nay sit you downe, and ere you part,
If you be made of penitrable stuffe,
I'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart,
And see how horride there and blacke it shews.               (words?
  Queene Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing















  Ham. Why this I meane, see here, behold this picture,
It is the portraiture, of your deceased husband,
See here a face, to outface Mars himselfe,
An eye, at which his foes did tremble at,
A front wherin all vertues are set downe   [2440]
For to adorne a king, and guild his crowne,
Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow,
He made to you in marriage, and he is dead.
Murdred, damnably murdred, this was your husband,
Looke you now, here is your husband,
With a face like Vulcan.
A looke fit for a murder and a rape,
A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eie,
To affright children and amaze the world:
And this same haue you left to change with this.   [2450]
What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde?
A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him
That slew my father, and your deere husband,
To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed?

















  Queene O Hamlet, speake no more.
  Ham. To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde,
For a king of clowts, of very shreads.
  Queene Sweete Hamlet cease.
  Ham. Nay but still to persist and dwell in sinne,
To sweate vnder the yoke of infamie,
To make increase of shame, to seale damnation.
  Queene Hamlet, no more.
  Ham. Why appetite with you is in the waine,
Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came,
Who'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart,
When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast?
  Queene Hamlet, thou cleaues my heart in twaine.
  Ham. O throw away the worser part of it, and keepe the
better.
Enter the ghost in his night gowne.
Saue me, saue me, you gratious
Powers aboue, and houer ouer mee,
With your celestiall wings.
Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,
That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by?
O do not glare with lookes so pittifull!
Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion,
And euery part that should assist reuenge,   [2510]
Forgoe their proper powers, and fall to pitty.
  Ghost Hamlet, I once againe appeare to thee,   [2490]
To put thee in remembrance of my death:
Doe not neglect, nor long time put it off.
But I perceiue by thy distracted lookes,
Thy mother's fearefull, and she stands amazde:
Speake to her Hamlet, for her sex is weake,
Comfort thy mother, Hamlet, thinke on me.
  Ham. How i'st with you Lady?
  Queene Nay, how i'st with you
That thus you bend your eyes on vacancie,
And holde discourse with nothing but with ayre?













  Ham. Why doe you nothing heare?
  Queene Not I.
  Ham. Nor doe you nothing see?
  Queene No neither.               (habite
  Ham. No, why see the king my father, my father, in the
As he liued, looke you how pale he lookes,
See how he steales away out of the Portall,
Looke, there he goes.               exit ghost.
  Queene Alas, it is the weakenesse of thy braine,   [2520]
Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe:
But as I haue a soule, I sweare by heauen,
I neuer knew of this most horride murder:
But Hamlet, this is onely fantasie,
And for my loue forget these idle fits.
  Ham. Idle, no mother, my pulse doth beate like yours,
It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet.
O mother, if euer you did my deare father loue,
Forbeare the adulterous bed to night,
And win your selfe by little as you may,
In time it may be you wil lothe him quite:
And mother, but assist mee in reuenge,
And in his death your infamy shall die.















































  Queene Hamlet, I vow by that maiesty,
That knowes our thoughts, and lookes into our hearts,
I will conceale, consent, and doe my best,
What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise.













  Ham. It is enough, mother good night:
Come sir, I'le prouide for you a graue,
Who was in life a foolish prating knaue.

Exit Hamlet with the dead body.



[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 3.4]

Enter the King and Lordes.





  King Now Gertred, what sayes our sonne, how doe you
finde him?
  Queene Alas my lord, as raging as the sea:
Whenas he came, I first bespake him faire,
But then he throwes and tosses me about,
As one forgetting that I was his mother:
At last I call'd for help: and as I cried, Corambis
Call'd, which Hamlet no sooner heard, but whips me
Out his rapier, and cries, a Rat, a Rat, and in his rage
The good olde man he killes.
  King Why this his madnesse will vndoe our state.   [2600]






















Lordes goe to him, inquire the body out.
  Gil . We will my Lord.               Exeunt Lordes.
  King Gertred, your sonne shall presently to England,
His shipping is already furnished,
And we haue sent by Rossencrast and Gilderstone,
Our letters to our deare brother of England,
For Hamlets welfare and his happinesse:
Happly the aire and climate of the Country
May please him better than his natiue home:
See where he comes.

















[insert F (from near 2240 above):]
  Ros. How a spunge my Lord?
  Ham. I sir, a spunge, that sokes vp the kings
Countenance, fauours, and rewardes, that makes
His liberalitie your store house: but such as you,
Do the king, in the end, best seruise;
For hee doth keep you as an Ape doth nuttes,
In the corner of his Iaw, first mouthes you,
Then swallowes you: so when hee hath need
Of you, t'is but squeesing of you,
And spunge, you shall be dry againe, you shall.   [2650]
[end insert F]



















[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 4.1]

Enter Hamlet and the Lordes.

  Gil. My lord, we can by no meanes
Know of him where the body is.






  King Now sonne Hamlet, where is this dead body?

  Ham. At supper, not where he is eating, but
Where he is eaten, a certaine company of politicke wormes
are euen now at him.
Father, your fatte King, and your leane Beggar
Are but variable seruices, two dishes to one messe:
Looke you, a man may fish with that worme
That hath eaten of a King,
And a Beggar eate that fish,
Which that worme hath caught.
  King What of this?
  Ham. Nothing father, but to tell you, how a King
May go a progresse through the guttes of a Beggar.
  King But sonne Hamlet, where is this body?
  Ham. In heau'n, if you chance to misse him there,
Father, you had best looke in the other partes below
For him, aud if you cannot finde him there,
You may chance to nose him as you go vp the lobby.
  King Make haste and finde him out.
  Ham. Nay doe you heare? do not make too much haste,
I'le warrant you hee'le stay till you come.   [2700]
  King Well sonne Hamlet, we in care of you: but specially
in tender preseruation of your health,
The which we price euen as our proper selfe,
It is our minde you forthwith goe for England,
The winde sits faire, you shall aboorde to night,
Lord Rossencrast and Gilderstone shall goe along with you.




  Ham. O with all my heart: farewel mother.

  King Your louing father, Hamlet.
  Ham. My mother I say: you married my mother,
My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh,
And so (my mother) farewel: for England hoe.
exeunt all but the king.
  king Gertred, leaue me,
And take your leaue of Hamlet,
To England is he gone, ne're to returne:






Our Letters are vnto the King of England,
That on the sight of them, on his allegeance,
He presently without demaunding why,
That Hamlet loose his head, for he must die,   [2730]
There's more in him than shallow eyes can see:
He once being dead, why then our state is free.               exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 4.3]

Enter Fortenbrasse, Drumme and Souldiers.
  Fort. Captaine, from vs goe greete
The king of Denmarke:
Tell him that Fortenbrasse nephew to old Norway,
Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land,
According to the Articles agreed on:
You know our Randevous, goe march away. exeunt all.

































































[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 4.4]

enter King and Queene.
  King Hamlet is ship't for England, fare him well,
I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long,
If euery thing fall out to our content,
As I doe make no doubt but so it shall.
  Queene God grant it may, heau'ns keep my Hamlet safe:
But this mischance of olde Corambis death,   [2820]
Hath piersed so the yong Ofeliaes heart,
That she, poore maide, is quite bereft her wittes.
  King Alas deere heart! And on the other side,
We vnderstand her brother's come from France,
And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land,
And hardly hee'le forget his fathers death,
Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified.
  Qu. O see where the yong Ofelia is!



Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute, and her haire
downe singing.






  Ofelia How should I your true loue know
From another man?
By his cockle hatte, and his staffe,   [2770]
And his sandall shoone.   [2770]
White his shrowde as mountaine snowe,
Larded with sweete flowers,   [2780]
That bewept to the graue did not goe
With true louers showers:
He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
At his head a grasse greene turffe,
At his heeles a stone.



  king How i'st with you sweete Ofelia?
  Ofelia Well God yeeld you,
It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground,
I could not chuse but weepe:
[insert G (see below near 2940) originally here]
[insert H (from below near 2930):]
Aske you of any thing, say you this.
To morrow is saint Valentines day,   [2790]
All in the morning betime,   [2790]
And a maide at your window,
To be your Valentine:
The yong man rose, and dan'd his clothes,
And dupt the chamber doore,
Let in the maide, that out a maide
Neuer departed more.
Nay I pray marke now,
By gisse and by saint Charitie,
Away, and fie for shame:
Yong men will doo't when they come too't
By cocke they are too blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,   [2800]
You promised me to wed.
So would I a done, by yonder Sunne,
If thou hadst not come to my bed.
So God be with you all, God bwy Ladies.
[end insert H]
God be with you Ladies, God be with you. exit Ofelia.





  king A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede:
O Time, how swiftly runnes our ioyes away?
Content on earth was neuer certaine bred,
To day we laugh and liue, to morrow dead.
How now, what noyse is that?

































A noyse within.             enter Leartes.

  Lear. Stay there vntill I come,



O thou vilde king, giue me my father:
Speake, say, where's my father?



  king Dead.
  Lear. Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not
Be juggled with, for he is murdred.
  Queene True, but not by him.
  Lear. By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued.
  king Let him goe Gertred, away, I feare him not,
There's such diuinitie doth wall a king,
That treason dares not looke on.
Let him goe Gertred, that your father is murdred,
T'is true, and we most sory for it,
Being the chiefest piller of our state:

















Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster,
Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all?



  Lear. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms,
And locke them in my hart, but to his foes,
I will no reconcilement but by bloud.
  king Why now you speake like a most louing sonne:
And that in soule we sorrow for for his death,
Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse,
Meane while be patient, and content your selfe.   [2960]


Enter Ofelia as before.
  Lear. Who's this, Ofelia? O my deere sister!






I'st possible a yong maides life,
Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe?
O heau'ns themselues! how now Ofelia?



  Ofel. Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures:
Here, here is rew for you,
You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes,
Heere's some for me too: you must weare your rew
With a difference, there's a dazie.
Here Loue, there's rosemary for you
For remembrance: I pray Loue remember,
And there's pansey for thoughts.
  Lear. A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance:   [2930]
O God, O God!
  Ofelia There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you
Some violets, but they all withered, when
My father died: alas, they say the owle was
A Bakers daughter, we see what we are,
But can not tell what we shall be.
For bonny sweete Robin is all my ioy.
  Lear. Thoughts and afflictions, torments worse than hell.
  Ofel. Nay Loue, I pray you make no words of this now:
I pray now, you shall sing a downe,
And you a downe a, t'is a the Kings daughter
And the false steward, and if any body
[insert H (see above near 2790) originally here]
[insert G (from above near 2790):]
And will he not come againe?
And will he not come againe?
No, no, hee's gone, and we cast away mone,
And he neuer will come againe.
His beard as white as snowe:
All flaxen was his pole,
He is dead, he is gone,
And we cast away moane:
God a mercy on his soule.
And of all christen soules I pray God.
[end insert G]
God bwy you Loue.               exit Ofelia.   [2950]
  Lear. Griefe vpon griefe, my father murdered,
My sister thus distracted:
Cursed be his soule that wrought this wicked act.
  king Content you good Leartes for a time,   [2960]
Although I know your griefe is as a floud,
Brimme full of sorrow, but forbeare a while,
And thinke already the reuenge is done
On him that makes you such a haplesse sonne.


  Lear. You haue preuail'd my Lord, a while I'le striue,
To bury griefe within a tombe of wrath,
Which once vnhearsed, then the world shall heare
Leartes had a father he held deere.


  king No more of that, ere many dayes be done,
You shall heare that you do not dreame vpon.               exeunt om.


[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 4.5]

Enter Horatio and the Queene.
  Hor. Madame, your sonne is safe arriv'de in Denmarke,
This letter I euen now receiv'd of him,
Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger,
And subtle treason that the king had plotted,
Being crossed by the contention of the windes,
He found the Packet sent to the king of England,
Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death,
As at his next conuersion with your grace,
He will relate the circumstance at full.
  Queene Then I perceiue there's treason in his lookes
That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie:
But I will soothe and please him for a time,
For murderous mindes are alwayes jealous,
But know not you Horatio where he is?
  Hor. Yes Madame, and he hath appoynted me
To meete him on the east side of the Cittie
To morrow morning.
  Queene O faile not, good Horatio, and withall, com-
A mothers care to him, bid him a while               (mend me
Be wary of his presence, lest that he
Faile in that he goes about.
  Hor. Madam, neuer make doubt of that:
I thinke by this the news be come to court:
He is arriv'de, obserue the king, and you shall
Quickely finde, Hamlet being here,
Things fell not to his minde.
  Queene But what become of Gilderstone and Rossencrast?
  Hor. He being set ashore, they went for England,
And in the Packet there writ down that doome
To be perform'd on them poynted for him:
And by great chance he had his fathers Seale,
So all was done without discouerie.
  Queene Thankes be to heauen for blessing of the prince,
Horatio once againe I take my leaue,
With thowsand mothers blessings to my sonne.
  Horat. Madam adue.




















































[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 4.6+]

Enter King and Leartes.
  King. Hamlet from England! is it possible?
What chance is this? they are gone, and he come home.




  Lear. O he is welcome, by my soule he is:
At it my iocund heart doth leape for ioy,
That I shall liue to tell him, thus he dies.

  king Leartes, content your selfe, be rulde by me,
And you shall haue no let for your reuenge.

  Lear. My will, not all the world.



  King Nay but Leartes, marke the plot I haue layde,











































I haue heard him often with a greedy wish,   [3100]
Vpon some praise that he hath heard of you
Touching your weapon, which with all his heart,
He might be once tasked for to try your cunning.
  Lea. And how for this?






















  King Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager,
Shalbe on Hamlets side, and you shall giue the oddes,
The which will draw him with a more desire,
To try the maistry, that in twelue venies
You gaine not three of him: now this being granted,
When you are hot in midst of all your play,
Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie,
Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson,
That if it drawes but the least dramme of blood,
In any part of him, he cannot liue:
This being done will free you from suspition,
And not the deerest friend that Hamlet lov'de
Will euer haue Leartes in suspect.
  Lear. My lord, I like it well:   [3130]
But say lord Hamlet should refuse this match.
  King I'le warrant you, wee'le put on you
Such a report of singularitie,
Will bring him on, although against his will.














And lest that all should misse,
I'le haue a potion that shall ready stand,   [3150]
In all his heate when that he calles for drinke,
Shall be his period and our happinesse.
  Lear. T'is excellent, O would the time were come!
Here comes the Queene.               enter the Queene.
  king How now Gertred, why looke you heauily?


  Queene O my Lord, the yong Ofelia
Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures,   [3160]
Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke,




The enuious sprig broke, into the brooke she fell,

And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade,
Bore the yong Lady vp: and there she sate smiling,
Euen Mermaide-like, twixt heauen and earth,
Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable
As it were of her distresse, but long it could not be,   [3170]

Till that her clothes, being heauy with their drinke,
Dragg'ed the sweete wretch to death.

  Lear. So, she is drownde:

Too much of water hast thou Ofelia,
Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares,
Reuenge it is must yeeld this heart releese,
For woe begets woe, and griefe hangs on griefe.               exeunt.









[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 4.7]

enter Clowne and an other.
  Clowne I say no, she ought not to be buried   [3190]
In christian buriall.
  2. Why sir?
  Clowne Mary because shee's drownd.
  2. But she did not drowne her selfe.
  Clowne No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her.
  2. Yea but it was against her will.







  Clowne No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here,
If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe:
But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd,
Ergo I am guiltie of my owne death:
Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir.



  2. I but see, she hath christian buriall,
Because she is a great woman.

  Clowne Mary more's the pitty, that great folke
Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne
Themselues, more than other people:











Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou
Goest, tell me one thing, who buildes strongest,   [3230]
Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter?
  2. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone,
And will indure long.
  Clowne That's prety, too't agen, too't agen.
  2. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes,
And that brings many a one to his long home.
  Clowne Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe
dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill,







goe get thee gone:
And if any one aske thee hereafter, say,
A Graue-maker, for the houses he buildes
Last till Doomes-day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
  Clowne A picke-axe and a spade,
A spade for and a winding sheete,
Most fit it is, for t'will be made,               he throwes vp a shouel.
For such a ghest most meete.

  Ham. Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe,
That is thus merry in making of a graue?
See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth.
  Hor. My lord, Custome hath made it in him seeme no-



  Clowne A pick-axe and a spade, a spade,               (thing.
For and a winding sheete,
Most fit it is for to be made,
For such a ghest most meet.






















  Ham. Looke you, there's another Horatio.
Why mai't not be the scull of some Lawyer?
Me thinkes he should indite that fellow
Of an action of Batterie, for knocking
Him about the pate with's shouel: now where is your   [3290]
Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and   [3290]
Double vouchers, your leafes and free-holde,
And tenements? why that same boxe there will scarse
Holde the conueiance of his land, and must
The honor lie there? O pittiful transformance!
I prethee tell me Horatio,
Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes?
  Hor. I my Lorde, and of calues-skinnes too.
  Ham. Ifaith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues
That deale with them, or put their trust in them.
There's another, why may not that be such a ones
Scull, that praised my Lord such a ones horse,
When he meant to beg him? Horatio, I prethee
Lets question yonder fellow.
Now my friend, whose graue is this?

  Clowne Mine sir.   [3310]


  Ham. But who must lie in it?               (sir.
  Clowne If I should say, I should, I should lie in my throat






  Ham. What man must be buried here?
  Clowne No man sir.
  Ham. What woman?


  Clowne. No woman neither sir, but indeede
One that was a woman.
  Ham. An excellent fellow by the Lord Horatio,
This seauen yeares haue I noted it: the toe of the pesant,   [3330]
Comes so neere the heele of the courtier,
That hee gawles his kibe, I prethee tell mee one thing,
How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots?
  Clowne I faith sir, if hee be not rotten before
He be laide in, as we haue many pocky corses,
He will last you, eight yeares, a tanner
Will last you eight yeares full out, or nine.
  Ham. And why a tanner?
  Clowne Why his hide is so tanned with his trade,
That it will holde out water, that's a parlous
Deuourer of your dead body, a great soaker.
Looke you, heres a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare,
Let me see, I euer since our last king Hamlet
Slew Fortenbrasse in combat, yong Hamlets father,
Hee that's mad.
  Ham. I mary, how came he madde?
  Clowne Ifaith very strangely, by loosing of his wittes.
  Ham. Vpon what ground?   [3350]
  Clowne A this ground, in Denmarke.
  Ham. Where is he now?
  Clowne Why now they sent him to England.
  Ham. To England! wherefore?   [3340]
  Clowne Why they say he shall haue his wittes there,
Or if he haue not, t'is no great matter there,
It will not be seene there.
  Ham. Why not there?
  Clowne Why there they say the men are as mad as he.






  Ham. Whose scull was this?



  Clowne This, a plague on him, a madde rogues it was,
He powred once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head,
Why do not you know him? this was one Yorickes scull.
  Ham. Was this? I prethee let me see it, alas poore Yoricke   [3370]

I knew him Horatio,
A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty times
vpon his back, here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a
hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres
your iests now Yoricke? your flashes of meriment: now go
to my Ladies chamber, and bid her paint her selfe an inch   [3380]
thicke, to this she must come Yoricke. Horatio, I prethee






tell me one thing, doost thou thinke that Alexander looked
thus?
  Hor. Euen so my Lord.
  Ham. And smelt thus?
  Hor. I my lord, no otherwise.
  Ham. No, why might not imagination worke, as thus of




Alexander, Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander
became earth, of earth we make clay, and Alexander being
but clay, why might not time bring to passe, that he might
stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell?

Imperious Casar dead and turnd to clay,   [3400]
Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the winde away.
Enter King and Queene, Leartes, and other lordes,
with a Priest after the coffin.



  Ham. What funerall's this that all the Court laments?
It shews to be some noble parentage:   [3410]
Stand by a while.




  Lear. What ceremony else? say, what ceremony else?
  Priest My Lord, we haue done all that lies in vs,
And more than well the church can tolerate,
She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule:
And but for fauour of the king, and you,
She had beene buried in the open fieldes,
Where now she is allowed christian buriall.











  Lear. So, I tell thee churlish Priest, a ministring Angell
shall my sister be, when thou liest howling.
  Ham. The faire Ofelia dead!
  Queene Sweetes to the sweete, farewell:
I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed, faire maide,
And not to follow thee vnto thy graue.




  Lear. Forbeare the earth a while: sister farewell:

Leartes leapes into the graue.
Now powre your earth on, Olympus hie,
And make a hill to o're top olde Pellon:               Hamlet leapes
Whats he that coniures so?               in after Leartes





  Ham. Beholde tis I, Hamlet the Dane.
  Lear. The diuell take thy soule.

  Ham. O thou praiest not well,
I prethee take thy hand from off my throate,
For there is something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand:







I lou'de Ofelia as deere as twenty brothers could:




Shew me what thou wilt doe for her:
Wilt fight, wilt fast, wilt pray,
Wilt drinke vp vessels, eate a crocadile? Ile doot:
Com'st thou here to whine?


And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue,
Here let vs stand: and them them throw on vs,
Whole hills of earth, till with the height therof,
Make Oosell as a Wart.   [3480]

  King. Forbeare Leartes, now is hee mad, as is the sea,

Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue:
Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope.


  Ham. What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus?
I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away,

A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day.
Exit Hamlet and Horatio.
  Queene. Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus,
And not his heart, Leartes.
  King. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle,
This very day shall Hamlet drinke his last,
For presently we meane to send to him,
Therfore Leartes be in readynes.
  Lear. My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet.
  King. Come Gertred, wee'l haue Leartes, and our sonne,
Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both,
Euen as they tender vs, and loue their countrie.
  Queene God grant they may.               exeunt omnes.












































































[Hamlet (Quarto 1) Scene 5.1]

Enter Hamlet and Horatio
  Ham. beleeue mee, it greeues mee much Horatio,
That to Leartes I forgot my selfe:   [3580]
For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe,
Though there's a difference in each others wrong.



Enter a Bragart Gentleman.

Horatio, but you marke yon water-flie,
The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court.





  Gent. Now God saue thee, sweete prince Hamlet.
  Ham. And you sir: foh, how the muske-cod smels!
  Gen. I come with an embassage from his maiesty to you
  Ham. I shall sir giue you attention:

By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde.   [3600]

  Gent. It is indeede very rawish colde.
  Ham. T'is hot me thinkes.

  Gent. Very swoltery hote:






































The King, sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your side,
Six Barbary horse, against six french rapiers,
With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages:
In good faith they are very curiously wrought.   [3620]


  Ham. The cariages sir, I do not know what you meane.


  Gent. The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like.
  Ham. The worde had beene more cosin german to the
phrase, if he could haue carried the canon by his side,
And howe's the wager? I vnderstand you now.



  Gent. Mary sir, that yong Leartes in twelue venies   [3630]
At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you,
And on your side the King hath laide,   [3630]
And desires you to be in readinesse.
  Ham. Very well, if the King dare venture his wager,
I dare venture my skull: when must this be?
  Gent. My Lord, presently, the king, and her maiesty,
With the rest of the best iudgement in the Court,
Are comming downe into the outwared pallace.
  Ham. Goe tell his maiestie, I wil attend him.



  Gent. I shall deliuer your most sweet answer.               exit.
  Ham. You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced,
Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole.
  Hor. He will disclose himselfe without inquirie

























  Ham. Beleeue me Horatio, my hart is on the sodaine
Very sore, all here about.




  Hor. My lord, forbeare the challenge then.

  Ham. No Horatio, not I, if danger be now,
Why then it is not to come, theres a predestinate prouidence
in the fall of a sparrow: heere comes the King.



Enter King, Queene, Leartes, Lordes.


  King Now sonne Hamlet, we haue laid vpon your head,
And make no question but to haue the best.
  Ham. Your maiestie hath laide a the weaker side.
  King We doubt it not, deliuer them the foiles.
  Ham. First Leartes, heere's my hand and loue,



Protesting that I neuer wrongd Leartes.
If Hamlet in his madnesse did amisse,

That was not Hamlet, but his madnes did it,




And all the wrong I e're did to Leartes,
I here proclaime was madnes, therefore lets be at peace,
And thinke I haue shot mine arrow o're the house,
And hurt my brother.
  Lear. Sir I am satisfied in nature,

But in termes of honor I'le stand aloofe,
And will no reconcilement,   [3700]
Till by some elder maisters of our time
I may be satisified.





  King Giue them the foyles.

  Ham. I'le be your foyle Leartes, these foyles,   [3710]













Haue all a laught, come on sir:               a hit.



















  Lear. No none.               Heere they play:
  Ham. Iudgement.
  Gent. A hit, a most palpable hit.
  Lear. Well, come againe.               They play againe.





  Ham. Another. Iudgement.
  Lear. I, I grant, a tuch, a tuch.
  King Here Hamlet, the king doth drinke a health to thee
  Queene Here Hamlet, take my napkin, wipe thy face.
  King Giue him the wine.   [3750]
  Ham. Set it by, I'le haue another bowt first,
I'le drinke anone.
  Queene Here Hamlet, thy mother drinkes to thee.
Shee drinkes.
  King Do not drinke Gertred: O t'is the poysned cup!   [3760]







  Ham. Leartes come, you dally with me,   [3770]

I pray you passe with your most cunningst play.

  Lear. I! say you so? haue at you,
Ile hit you now my Lord:
And yet it goes almost against my conscience.
  Ham. Come on sir.
They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded,
Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies.
  King Looke to the Queene.   [3780]







  Queene O the drinke, the drinke, Hamlet, the drinke.


  Ham. Treason, ho, keepe the gates.
  Lords How ist my Lord Leartes?
  Lear. Euen as a coxcombe should,
Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon:

Hamlet , thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life,
The fatall Instrument is in thy hand.
Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned
That drinke was made for thee.


  Ham. The poysned Instrument within my hand?
Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine:





Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here.               The king dies.

  Lear. O he is iustly serued:

Hamlet, before I die, here take my hand,
And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee.               Leartes dies.

  Ham. And I thee, O I am dead Horatio, fare thee well.









  Hor. No, I am more an antike Roman,
Then a Dane, here is some poison left.

  Ham. Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe,
O fie Horatio, and if thou shouldest die,   [3830]
What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde?   [3830]
What tongue should tell the story of our deaths,
If not from thee? O my heart sinckes Horatio,








Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse:
Farewel Horatio, heauen receiue my soule.               Ham. dies.








Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England.
enter Fortenbrasse with his traine.
  Fort. Where is this bloudy sight?
  Hor. If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold,
Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle.
  Fort. O imperious death! how many Princes
Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death?               (land,



  Ambass. Our ambassie that we haue brought from Eng-
Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake?
O most most vnlooked for time! vnhappy country.






  Hor. Content you selues, Ile shew to all, the ground,
The first beginning of this Tragedy:
Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place,
And let the State of the world be there:
Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde,
That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde.








  Fort. I haue some rights of memory to this kingdome,
Which now to claime my leisure doth inuite mee:








Let foure of our chiefest Captaines
Beare Hamlet like a souldier to his graue:
For he was likely, had he liued,
To a prou'd most royall.



Take vp the bodie, such a sight as this
Becomes the fieldes, but here doth much amisse.
[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene TP2]



Enter Barnardo, and Francisco, two Centinels.


  Bar. VVHose there?
  Fran. Nay answere me. Stand and vnfolde your selfe.

  Bar. Long liue the King,
  Fran. Barnardo.
  Bar. Hee.
  Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre,   [10]
  Bar. Tis now strooke twelfe, get thee to bed Francisco,
  Fran. For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at hart.
  Bar. Haue you had quiet guard?
  Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
  Bar. Well, good night:
If you doe meete Horatio and Marcellus,
The riualls of my watch, bid them make hast.
Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.
  Fran. I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there?
  Hora. Friends to this ground.   [20]
  Mar. And Leedgemen to the Dane,
  Fran. Giue you good night.
  Mar. O, farwell honest souldiers, who hath relieu'd you?
  Fran. Barnardo hath my place; giue you good night.               Exit Fran.

  Mar. Holla, Barnardo.
  Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
  Hora. A peece of him.
  Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus,
  Hora. What, ha's this thing appeard againe to night?   [30]
  Bar. I haue seene nothing.
  Mar. Horatio saies tis but our fantasie,
And will not let beliefe take holde of him,
Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him along,
With vs to watch the minuts of this night,
That if againe this apparision come,
He may approoue our eyes and speake to it.
  Hora. Tush, tush, twill not appeare.
  Bar. Sit downe a while,   [40]
And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we haue two nights seene.
  Hora. Well, sit we downe,
And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.
  Bar. Last night of all,
When yond same starre thats weastward from the pole,
Had made his course t'illume that part of heauen
Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe
The bell then beating one.   [50]
Enter Ghost.
  Mar. Peace, breake thee of, looke where it comes againe.
  Bar. In the same figure like the King thats dead.
  Mar. Thou art a scholler, speake to it Horatio.
  Bar. Lookes a not like the King? marke it Horatio.
  Hora. Most like, it horrowes me with feare and wonder.
  Bar. It would be spoke to.
  Mar. Speake to it Horatio.
  Hora. What art thou that vsurpst this time of night,
Together with that faire and warlike forme,   [60]
In which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke
Did sometimes march, by heauen I charge thee speake.
  Mar. It is offended.
  Bar. See it staukes away.
  Hora. Stay, speake, speake, I charge thee speake.               Exit Ghost.

  Mar. Tis gone and will not answere.
  Bar. How now Horatio, you tremble and looke pale,
Is not this somthing more then phantasie?
What thinke you-ont?   [70]
  Hora. Before my God I might not this belieue,
Without the sencible and true auouch
Of mine owne eies.
  Mar. Is it not like the King?
  Hora. As thou art to thy selfe.
Such was the very Armor he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated,
So frownd he once, when in an angry parle
He smot the sleaded pollax on the ice.
Tis strange.   [80]
  Mar. Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre,
With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch.
  Hora. In what perticular thought, to worke I know not,
But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
  Mar. Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes,
Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch
So nightly toiles the subiect of the land,
And with such dayly cost of brazon Cannon
And forraine marte, for implements of warre,   [90]
Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske
Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke,
What might be toward that this sweaty hast
Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day,
Who ist that can informe mee?
  Hora. That can I.
At least the whisper goes so; our last King,
Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Was as you knowe by Fortinbrasse of Norway,
Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride   [100]
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,
(For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him)
Did slay this Fortinbrasse, who by a seald compact
Well ratified by lawe and heraldy
Did forfait (with his life) all these his lands
Which he stood seaz'd of, to the conquerour.
Against the which a moitie competent
Was gaged by our King, which had returne
To the inheritance of Fortinbrasse,
Had he bin vanquisher; as by the same comart,   [110]
And carriage of the article desseigne,
His fell to Hamlet; now Sir, young Fortinbrasse
Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway heere and there
Sharkt vp a list of lawelesse resolutes
For foode and diet to some enterprise
That hath a stomacke in't, which is no other
As it doth well appeare vnto our state
But to recouer of vs by strong hand
And tearmes compulsatory, those foresaid lands   [120]
So by his father lost; and this I take it,
Is the maine motiue of our preparations
The source of this our watch, and the chiefe head
Of this post hast and Romeage in the land.
  Bar. I thinke it be no other, but enso;
Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch so like the King
That was and is the question of these warres.
  Hora. A moth it is to trouble the mindes eye:
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Iulius fell
The graues stood tennatlesse, and the sheeted dead
Did squeake and gibber in the Roman streets
As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood
Disasters in the sunne; and the moist starre,
Vpon whose influence Neptunes Empier stands,
Was sicke almost to doomesday with eclipse.
And euen the like precurse of feare euents
As harbindgers preceading still the fates
And prologue to the Omen comming on
Haue heauen and earth together demonstrated
Vnto our Climatures and countrymen.
Enter Ghost
. But soft, behold, loe where it comes againe
Ile crosse it though it blast mee: stay illusion,               It spreads
If thou hast any sound or vse of voyce,               his armes.
Speake to me, if there be any good thing to be done
That may to thee doe ease, and grace to mee,   [130]
Speake to me.   [130]
If thou art priuie to thy countries fate
Which happily foreknowing may auoyd
O speake:
Or if thou hast vphoorded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the wombe of earth
For which they say your spirits oft walke in death.               The cocke
Speake of it, stay and speake, stop it Marcellus.               crowes.
  Mar. Shall I strike it with my partizan?
  Hor. Doe if it will not stand.
  Bar. Tis heere.
  Hor. Tis heere.   [140]
  Mar. Tis gone.
We doe it wrong being so Maiesticall
To offer it the showe of violence,
For it is as the ayre, invulnerable,
And our vaine blowes malicious mockery.
  Bar. It was about to speake when the cock crewe.
  Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing,
Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard,
The Cock that is the trumpet to the morne,
Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat   [150]
Awake the God of day, and at his warning
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or ayre
Th'extrauagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine, and of the truth heerein
This present obiect made probation.
  Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cock.
Some say that euer gainst that season comes
Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated
This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then they say no spirit dare sturre abraode   [160]
The nights are wholsome, then no plannets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme
So hallowed, and so gratious is that time.
  Hora. So haue I heard and doe in part belieue it,
But looke the morne in russet mantle clad
Walkes ore the dewe of yon high Eastward hill
Breake we our watch vp and by my aduise
Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
Vnto young Hamlet, for vppon my life
This spirit dumb to vs, will speake to him:   [170]
Doe you consent we shall acquaint him with it
As needfull in our loues, fitting our duty.
  Mar. Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning knowe
Where we shall find him most conuenient.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 1.1]



Florish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmarke, Gertradt heQueene,
Counsaile: as Polonius, and his Sonne Laertes,
Hamlet, Cum Alijs.
  Claud. Though yet of Hamlet our deare brothers death
The memorie be greene, and that it vs befitted   [180]
To beare our harts in griefe, and our whole Kingdome,
To be contracted in one browe of woe
Yet so farre hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrowe thinke on him
Together with remembrance of our selues:
Therefore our sometime Sister, now our Queene
Th'imperiall ioyntresse to this warlike state
Haue we as twere with a defeated ioy
With an auspitious, and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funerall, and with dirdge in marriage,   [190]
In equall scale waighing delight and dole
Taken to wife: nor haue we heerein bard
Your better wisdomes, which haue freely gone
With this affaire along (for all our thankes)
Now followes that you knowe young Fortinbrasse,
Holding a weake supposall of our worth
Or thinking by our late deare brothers death
Our state to be disioynt, and out of frame
Coleagued with this dreame of his aduantage
He hath not faild to pestur vs with message   [200]
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bands of lawe
To our most valiant brother, so much for him:

Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting,
Thus much the busines is, we haue heere writ
To Norway Vncle of young Fortenbrasse
Who impotent and bedred scarcely heares
Of this his Nephewes purpose; to suppresse
His further gate heerein, in that the leuies,   [210]
The lists, and full proportions are all made
Out of his subiect, and we heere dispatch
You good Cornelius, and you Valtemand,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
Giuing to you no further personall power
To busines with the King, more then the scope
Of these delated articles allowe:
Farwell, and let your hast commend your dutie.
  Cor. Vo. In that, and all things will we showe our dutie.
  King. We doubt it nothing, hartely farwell.   [220]

And now Laertes whats the newes with you?
You told vs of some sute, what ist Laertes?
You cannot speake of reason to the Dane
And lose your voyce; what wold'st thou begge Laertes,?
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking,
The head is not more natiue to the hart
The hand more instrumentall to the mouth
Then is the throne of Denmarke to thy father,
What would'st thou haue Laertes?   [230]
  Laer. My dread Lord,
Your leaue and fauour to returne to Fraunce,
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke,
To showe my dutie in your Coronation;
Yet now I must confesse, that duty done
My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward Fraunce
And bowe them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
  King. Haue you your fathers leaue, what saies Polonius?

  Polo. Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue   [240]
By laboursome petition, and at last
Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,
I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.
  King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine
And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my sonne.
  Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kind.
  King. How is it that the clowdes still hang on you.
  Ham. Not so much my Lord, I am too much in the sonne.
  Queene. Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off
And let thine eye looke like a friend on Denmarke,
Doe not for euer with thy vailed lids   [250]
Seeke for thy noble Father in the dust,
Thou know'st tis common all that liues must die,
Passing through nature to eternitie.
  Ham. I Maddam, it is common.
  Quee. If it be
VVhy seemes it so perticuler with thee.
  Ham. Seemes Maddam, nay it is, I know not seemes,
Tis not alone my incky cloake coold mother
Nor customary suites of solembe blacke
Nor windie suspiration of forst breath   [260]
No, nor the fruitfull riuer in the eye,
Nor the deiected hauior of the visage
Together with all formes, moodes, chapes of griefe
That can deuote me truely, these indeede seeme,
For they are actions that a man might play
But I haue that within which passes showe
These but the trappings and the suites of woe.
  King. Tis sweete and commendable in your nature Hamlet,

To giue these mourning duties to your father   [270]
But you must knowe your father lost a father,
That father lost, lost his, and the suruiuer bound
In filliall obligation for some tearme
To doe obsequious sorrowe, but to perseuer
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Of impious stubbornes, tis vnmanly griefe,
It showes a will most incorrect to heauen
A hart vnfortified, or minde impatient
An vnderstanding simple and vnschoold
For what we knowe must be, and is as common   [280]
As any the most vulgar thing to sence,
Why should we in our peuish opposition
Take it to hart, fie, tis a fault to heauen,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theame
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed
From the first course, till he that died to day
This must be so: we pray you throw to earth
This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs
As of a father, for let the world take note   [290]
You are the most imediate to our throne,
And with no lesse nobilitie of loue
Then that which dearest father beares his sonne,
Doe I impart toward you for your intent
In going back to schoole in Wittenberg,
It is most retrogard to our desire,
And we beseech you bend you to remaine
Heere in the cheare and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cosin, and our sonne.
  Quee. Let not thy mother loose her prayers Hamlet,   [300]
I pray thee stay with vs, goe not to Wittenberg.
  Ham. I shall in all my best obay you Madam.

  King. Why tis a louing and a faire reply,
Be as our selfe in Denmarke, Madam come,
This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my hart, in grace whereof,
No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
But the great Cannon to the cloudes shall tell.
And the Kings rowse the heauen shall brute againe,   [310]
Respeaking earthly thunder; come away. Florish.               Exeunt all,

  Ham. O that this too too sallied flesh would melt,               but Hamlet
Thaw and resolue it selfe into a dewe,
Or that the euerlasting had not fixt
His cannon gainst seale slaughter, » God, God,
How wary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
Seeme to me all the vses of this world?
Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden
That growes to seede, things rancke and grose in nature,   [320]
Possesse it meerely that it should come thus
But two months dead, nay not so much, not two,
So excellent a King, that was to this
Hiperion to a satire, so louing to my mother,
That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen
Visite her face too roughly, heauen and earth
Must I remember, why she should hang on him
As if increase of appetite had growne
By what it fed on, and yet within a month,
Let me not thinke on't; frailty thy name is woman   [330]
A little month or ere those shooes were old
With which she followed my poore fathers bodie
Like Niobe all teares, why she
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would haue mourn'd longer, married with my Vncle,
My fathers brother, but no more like my father
Then I to Hercules, within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous teares,
Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes
She married, o^ most wicked speede; to post   [340]
With such dexteritie to incestious sheets,
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
But breake my hart, for I must hold my tongue.
Enter Horatio,Marcellus, and Bernardo.
  Hora. Haile to your Lordship.
  Ham. I am glad to see you well; Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.

  Hora. The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.

  Ham. Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you,   [350]

And what make you from WittenbergHoratio?
Marcellus.
  Mar. My good Lord.
  Ham. I am very glad to see you, (good euen sir)
But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?
  Hora. A truant disposition good my Lord.
  Ham. I would not heare your enimie say so,
Nor shall you doe my eare that violence
To make it truster of your owne report   [360]
Against your selfe, I knowe you are no truant,
But what is your affaire in Elsonoure?
Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart.
  Hora. My Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall.
  Ham. I prethee doe not mocke me fellowe studient,
I thinke it was to my mothers wedding.
  Hora. Indeede my Lord it followed hard vppon.
  Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio, the funerall bak't meates
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen   [370]
Or euer I had seene that day Horatio,
My father, me thinkes I see my father.
  Hora. Where my Lord?
  Ham. In my mindes eye Horatio.
  Hora. I saw him once, a was a goodly King.
  Ham. A was a man take him for all in all
I shall not looke vppon his like againe.
  Hora. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight.
  Ham. saw, who?
  Hora. My Lord the King your father.   [380]
  Ham. The King my father?
  Hora. Season your admiration for a while
With an attent eare till I may deliuer
Vppon the witnes of these gentlemen
This maruile to you.
  Ham. For Gods loue let me heare?
  Hora. Two nights together had these gentlemen
Marcellus, and Barnardo, on their watch
In the dead wast and middle of the night
Beene thus incountred, a figure like your father   [390]
Armed at poynt, exactly Capapea
Appeares before them, and with solemne march,
Goes slowe and stately by them; thrice he walkt
By their opprest and feare surprised eyes
Within his tronchions length, whil'st they distil'd
Almost to gelly, with the act of feare
Stand dumbe and speake not to him; this to me
In dreadfull secresie impart they did,
And I with them the third night kept the watch,
Whereas they had deliuered both in time   [400]
Forme of the thing, each word made true and good,
The Apparision comes: I knewe your father,
These hands are not more like.
  Ham. But where was this?
  Mar. My Lord vppon the platforme where we watch,
  Ham. Did you not speake to it?
  Hora. My Lord I did,
But answere made it none, yet once me thought
It lifted vp it head, and did addresse
It selfe to motion like as it would speake:   [410]
But euen then the morning Cock crewe loude,
And at the sound it shrunk in hast away
And vanisht from our sight.
  Ham. Tis very strange.
  Hora. As I doe liue my honor'd Lord tis true
And we did thinke it writ downe in our dutie
To let you knowe of it.
  Ham. Indeede Sirs but this troubles me,
Hold you the watch to night?
  All. We doe my Lord.   [420]
  Ham. Arm'd say you?
  All. Arm'd my Lord.
  Ham. From top to toe?
  All. My Lord from head to foote.
  Ham. Then sawe you not his face.
  Hora. O yes my Lord, he wore his beauer vp.
  Ham. What look't he frowningly?
  Hora. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.
  Ham. Pale, or red?
  Hora. Nay very pale.   [430]
  Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?
  Hora. Most constantly.
  Ham. I would I had beene there.
  Hora. It would haue much a maz'd you.
  Ham. Very like, stayd it long?
  Hora. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundreth.
  Both. Longer, longer.
  Hora. Not when I saw't.
  Ham. His beard was grissl'd, no.
  Hora. It was as I haue seene it in his life   [440]
A sable siluer'd.
  Ham. I will watch to nigh
Perchaunce twill walke againe.
  Hora. I warn't it will.
  Ham. If it assume my noble fathers person,
Ile speake to it though hell it selfe should gape
And bid me hold my peace; I pray you all
If you haue hetherto conceald this sight
Let it be tenable in your silence still,
And what someuer els shall hap to night,
Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue,   [450]
I will requite your loues, so farre you well:
Vppon the platforme twixt a leauen and twelfe
Ile visite you.
  All. Our dutie to your honor.               Exeunt.
  Ham. Your loues, as mine to you, farwell.
My fathers spirit (in armes) all is not well,
I doubt some foule play, would the night were come,
Till then sit still my soule, fonde deedes will rise
Though all the earth ore-whelme them to mens eyes.               Exit.



[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 1.2]



Enter Laertes, and Ophelia his Sister.
  Laer. My necessaries are inbarckt, farwell,
And sister, as the winds giue benefit
And conuay, in assistant doe not sleepe
But let me heere from you.
  Ophe. Doe you doubt that?
  Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauour,
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood
A Violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweete, not lasting,   [470]
The perfume and suppliance of a minute
No more.
  Ophe. No more but so.
  Laer. Thinke it no more.
For nature cressant does not growe alone
In thewes and bulkes, but as this temple waxes
The inward seruice of the minde and soule
Growes wide withall, perhapes he loues you now,
And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmirch
The vertue of his will, but you must feare,
His greatnes wayd, his will is not his owne,
He may not as vnualewed persons doe,
Carue for himselfe, for on his choise depends
The safty and health of this whole state,
And therefore must his choise be circumscribd
Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that body
Whereof he is the head, then if he saies he loues you,
It fits your wisdome so farre to belieue it
As he in his particuler act and place
May giue his saying deede, which is no further   [490]
Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
Then way what losse your honor may sustaine
If with too credent eare you list his songs
Or loose your hart, or your chast treasure open
To his vnmastred importunity.
Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare sister,
And keepe you in the reare of your affection
Out of the shot and danger of desire,
"The chariest maide is prodigall inough
If she vnmaske her butie to the Moone   [500]
"Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious strokes
"The canker gaules the infants of the spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd,
And in the morne and liquid dewe of youth
Contagious blastments are most iminent,
Be wary then, best safety lies in feare,
Youth to it selfe rebels, though non els neare.
  Ophe. I shall the effect of this good lesson keepe
As watchman to my hart, but good my brother
Doe not as some vngracious pastors doe,   [510]
Showe me the steepe and thorny way to heauen
Whiles a puft, and reckles libertine
Himselfe the primrose path of dalience treads.
And reakes not his owne reed.               Enter Polonius.
  Laer. O feare me not,

I stay too long, but heere my father comes
A double blessing, is a double grace,
Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.
  Pol. Yet heere Laertes? a bord, a bord for shame,   [520]
The wind sits in the shoulder of your saile,
And you are stayed for, there my blessing with thee,
And these fewe precepts in thy memory
Looke thou character, giue thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any vnproportion'd thought his act,
Be thou familier, but by no meanes vulgar,
Those friends thou hast, and their a doption tried,
Grapple them vnto thy soule with hoopes of steele,
But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment
Of each new hatcht vnfledgd courage, beware   [530]
Of entrance to a quarrell, but being in,
Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee,
Giue euery man thy eare, but fewe thy voyce,
Take each mans censure, but reserue thy iudgement,
Costly thy habite as thy purse can buy,
But not exprest in fancy; rich not gaudy,
For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man
And they in Fraunce of the best ranck and station,
Or of a most select and generous, chiefe in that:
Neither a borrower nor a lender boy,   [540]
For loue oft looses both it selfe, and friend,
And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry;
This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true
And it must followe as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man:
Farwell, my blessing season this in thee.
  Laer. Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord.
  Pol. The time inuests you goe, your seruants tend.
  Laer. Farwell Ophelia, and remember well
What I haue sayd to you.   [550]
  Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
  Laer. Farwell.               Exit Laertes.
  Pol. What ist Ophelia he hath sayd to you?
  Ophe. So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
  Pol. Marry well bethought
Tis tolde me he hath very oft of late
Giuen priuate time to you, and you your selfe
Haue of your audience beene most free and bountious,
If it be so, as so tis put on me,   [560]
And that in way of caution, I must tell you,
You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely
As it behooues my daughter, and your honor,
What is betweene you giue me vp the truth,
  Ophe. He hath my Lord of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.
  Pol. Affection, puh, you speake like a greene girle
Vnsifted in such perrilous circumstance,
Doe you belieue his tenders as you call them?
  Ophe. I doe not knowe my Lord what I should thinke.   [570]
  Pol. Marry I will teach you, thinke your selfe a babie
That you haue tane these tenders for true pay
Which are not sterling, tender your selfe more dearely
Or (not to crack the winde of the poore phrase
Wrong it thus) you'l tender me a foole.
  Ophe. My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue
In honorable fashion.
  Pol. I, fashion you may call it, go to, go to.
  Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech
My Lord, with almost all the holy vowes of heauen.   [580]
  Pol. I, springs to catch wood-cockes, I doe knowe
When the blood burnes, how prodigall the soule
Lends the tongue vowes, these blazes daughter
Giuing more light then heate, extinct in both
Euen in their promise, as it is a making
You must not take for fire, from this time
Be something scanter of your maiden presence
Set your intreatments at a higher rate
Then a commaund to parle; for Lord Hamlet,
Belieue so much in him that he is young,   [590]
And with a larger tider may he walke
Then may be giuen you: in fewe Ophelia,
Doe not belieue his vowes, for they are brokers
Not of that die which their inuestments showe
But meere imploratotors of vnholy suites
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
The better to beguide: this is for all,
I would not in plaine tearmes from this time foorth
Haue you so slaunder any moment leasure
As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet,   [600]
Looke too't I charge you, come your wayes.
  Ophe. I shall obey my Lord.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 1.3]

Enter Hamlet, Horatio and Marcellus.
  Ham. The ayre bites shroudly, it is very colde.
  Hora. It is nipping, and an eager ayre.
  Ham. What houre now?
  Hora. I thinke it lackes of twelfe.
  Mar. No, it is strooke.
  Hora. Indeede; I heard it not, it then drawes neere the season,
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walke               A florish of trumpets   [610]
What does this meane my Lord?               and 2. peeces goes of.
  Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rowse.
Keepes wassell and the swaggring vp-spring reeles:
And as he draines his drafts of Rennish downe,
The kettle drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.
  Hora. Is it a custome?
  Ham. I marry ist,
But to my minde, though I am natiue heere
And to the manner borne, it is a custome   [620]
More honourd in the breach, then the obseruance.
This heauy headed reueale east and west
Makes vs tradust, and taxed of other nations,
They clip vs drunkards, and with Swinish phrase
Soyle our addition, and indeede it takes
From our atchieuements, though perform'd at height
The pith and marrow of our attribute,
So oft it chaunces in particuler men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them
As in their birth wherein they are not guilty,
(Since nature cannot choose his origin)
By their ore-grow'th of some complextion
Oft breaking downe the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit, that too much ore-leauens
The forme of plausiue manners, that these men
Carrying I say the stamp of one defect
Being Natures liuery, or Fortunes starre,
His vertues els be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may vndergoe,
Shall in the generall censure take corruption
From that particuler fault: the dram of eale
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his owne scandle.
EnterGhost.
  Hora. Looke my Lord it comes.
  Ham. Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs:
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from heauen, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speake to thee, Ile call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royall Dane, o answere mee,   [630]
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death
Haue burst their cerements? why the Sepulcher,
Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd
Hath op't his ponderous and marble iawes,
To cast thee vp againe? what may this meane
That thou dead corse, againe in compleat steele
Reuisites thus the glimses of the Moone,
Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition   [640]
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules,
Say why is this, wherefore, what should we doe?               Beckins.

  Hora. It beckins you to goe away with it
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
  Mar. Looke with what curteous action
It waues you to a more remooued ground,
But doe not goe with it.
  Hora. No, by no meanes.   [650]
  Ham. It will not speake, then I will followe it.
  Hora. Doe not my Lord.
  Ham. Why what should be the feare,
I doe not set my life at a pinnes fee,
And for my soule, what can it doe to that
Being a thing immortall as it selfe;
It waues me forth againe, Ile followe it.
  Hora. What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord,
Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cleefe
That bettles ore his base into the sea,   [660]
And there assume some other horrable forme
Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason,
And draw you into madnes, thinke of it,
The very place puts toyes of desperation
Without more motiue, into euery braine
That lookes so many fadoms to the sea
And heares it rore beneath.
  Ham. It waues me still,
Goe on, Ile followe thee.
  Mar. You shall not goe my Lord.
  Ham. Hold of your hands.
  Hora. Be rul'd, you shall not goe.
  Ham. My fate cries out
And makes each petty arture in this body
As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue;   [670]
Still am I cald, vnhand me Gentlemen
By heauen Ile make a ghost of him that lets me,
I say away, goe on, Ile followe thee.               Exit Ghost and Hamlet.

  Hora. He waxes desperate with imagion.
  Mar. Lets followe, tis not fit thus to obey him.
  Hora. Haue after, to what issue will this come?
  Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke.
  Hora. Heauen will direct it.
  Mar. Nay lets follow him.               Exeunt.   [680]


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 1.4]

Enter Ghost, and Hamlet.
  Ham. Whether wilt thou leade me, speake, Ile goe no further.
  Ghost. Marke me.
  Ham. I will.
  Ghost. My houre is almost come
When I to sulphrus and tormenting flames
Must render vp my selfe.
  Ham. Alas poore Ghost.
  Ghost. Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall vnfold.   [690]
  Ham. Speake, I am bound to heare.
  Ghost. So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare.
  Ham. What?
  Ghost. I am thy fathers spirit,
Doomd for a certaine tearme to walke the night,
And for the day confind to fast in fires,
Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away : but that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale vnfolde whose lightest word   [700]
Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particuler haire to stand an end,
Like quils vpon the fearefull Porpentine,
But this eternall blazon must not be
To eares of flesh and blood, list, list, o list:
If thou did'st euer thy deare father loue.
  Ham. O God.
  Ghost. Reuenge his foule, and most vnnaturall murther.   [710]
  Ham. Murther.
  Ghost. Murther most foule, as in the best it is,
But this most foule, strange and vnnaturall.
  Ham. Hast me to know't, that I with wings as swift

As meditation, or the thoughts of loue
May sweepe to my reuenge.
  Ghost. I find thee apt,
And duller shouldst thou be then the fat weede
That rootes it selfe in ease on Lethe wharffe,   [720]
Would'st thou not sturre in this; now Hamlet heare,
Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my Orchard,
A Serpent stung me, so the whole eare of Denmarke
Is by a forged processe of my death
Ranckely abusde: but knowe thou noble Youth,
The Serpent that did sting thy fathers life
Now weares his Crowne.
  Ham. O my propheticke soule! my Vncle?
  Ghost. I that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wits, with trayterous gifts,   [730]
O wicked wit, and giftes that haue the power
So to seduce; wonne to his shamefull lust
The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene;
O Hamlet, what falling off was there
From me whose loue was of that dignitie
That it went hand in hand, euen with the vowe
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Vppon a wretch whose naturall gifts were poore,
To those of mine; but vertue as it neuer will be mooued,
Though lewdnesse court it in a shape of heauen   [740]
So but though to a radiant Angle linckt,
Will sort it selfe in a celestiall bed
And pray on garbage.
But soft, me thinkes I sent the morning ayre,
Briefe let me be; sleeping within my Orchard,
My custome alwayes of the afternoone,
Vpon my secure houre, thy Vncle stole
With iuyce of cursed Hebona in a viall,
And in the porches of my eares did poure
The leaprous distilment, whose effect
Holds such an enmitie with blood of man,   [750]
That swift as quicksiluer it courses through
The naturall gates and allies of the body,
And with a sodaine vigour it doth possesse
And curde like eager droppings into milke,
The thin and wholsome blood; so did it mine,
And a most instant tetter barckt about
Most Lazerlike with vile and lothsome crust
All my smooth body.
Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand,
Of life, of Crowne, of Queene at once dispatcht,   [760]
Cut off euen in the blossomes of my sinne,
Vnhuzled, disappointed, vnanueld,
No reckning made, but sent to my account
Withall my imperfections on my head,
O horrible, o horrible, most horrible.
If thou hast nature in thee beare it not,
Let not the royall bed of Denmarke be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But howsomeuer thou pursues this act,
Tain't not thy minde, nor let thy soule contriue   [770]
Against thy mother ought, leaue her to heauen,
And to those thornes that in her bosome lodge
To prick and sting her, fare thee well at once,
The Gloworme shewes the matine to be neere
And gins to pale his vneffectuall fire,
Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me.
  Ham. O all you host of heauen, o earth, what els,
And shall I coupple hell, o fie, hold, hold my hart,
And you my sinnowes, growe not instant old,
But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee,   [780]
I thou poore Ghost whiles memory holds a seate
In this distracted globe, remember thee,
Yea, from the table of my memory
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records,
All sawes of bookes, all formes, all pressures past
That youth and obseruation coppied there,
And thy commandement all alone shall liue,
Within the booke and volume of my braine
Vnmixt with baser matter, yes by heauen,
O most pernicious woman.   [790]
O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine,
My tables, meet it is I set it downe
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine,
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke.
So Vncle, there you are, now to my word,
It is adew, adew, remember me.
I haue sworn't.
Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.
  Hora. My Lord, my Lord.
  Mar. Lord Hamlet.
  Hora. Heauens secure him.   [800]
  Ham. So be it.
  Mar. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
  Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy come, and come.
  Mar. How i'st my noble Lord?
  Hora. What newes my Lord?
  Ham. O, wonderfull.
  Hora. Good my Lord tell it.
  Ham. No, you will reueale it.
  Hora. Not I my Lord by heauen.
  Mar. Nor I my Lord.   [810]
  Ham. How say you then, would hart of man once thinke it,
But you'le be secret.
  Booth. I by heauen.
  Ham. There's neuer a villaine,
Dwelling in all Denmarke
But hee's an arrant knaue.
  Hora. There needes no Ghost my Lord, come from the graue
To tell vs this.
  Ham. Why right, you are in the right,
And so without more circumstance at all
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part,   [820]
You, as your busines and desire shall poynt you,
For euery man hath busines and desire
Such as it is, and for my owne poore part
I will goe pray.
  Hora. These are but wilde and whurling words my Lord.
  Ham. I am sorry they offend you hartily,
Yes faith hartily.
  Hora. There's no offence my Lord.
  Ham. Yes by Saint Patrick but there is Horatio,
And much offence to, touching this vision heere,   [830]
It is an honest Ghost that let me tell you,
For your desire to knowe what is betweene vs
Oremastret as you may, and now good friends,
As you are friends, schollers, and souldiers,

Giue me one poore request.
  Hora. What i'st my Lord, we will.
  Ham. Neuer make knowne what you haue seene to night.
  Booth. My Lord we will not.
  Ham. Nay but swear't.
  Hora. In faith my Lord not I.   [840]
  Mar. Nor I my Lord in faith.
  Ham. Vppon my sword.
  Mar. We haue sworne my Lord already.
  Ham. Indeede vppon my sword, indeed.
Ghost cries vnder the Stage.
  Ghost. Sweare.
  Ham. Ha, ha, boy, say'st thou so, art thou there trupenny ?
Come on, you heare this fellowe in the Sellerige,
Consent to sweare.
  Hora. Propose the oath my Lord.
  Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene   [850]
Sweare by my sword.
  Ghost. Sweare.
  Ham. Hic, & vbique, then weele shift our ground:
Come hether Gentlemen
And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
Sweare by my sword
Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard.
  Ghost. Sweare by his sword.
  Ham. Well sayd olde Mole, can'st worke it'h earth so fast,
A worthy Pioner, once more remooue good friends.   [860]
  Hora. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
  Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome,
There are more things in heauen and earth Horatio
Then are dream't of in your philosophie, but come
Heere as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
(How strange or odde so mere I beare my selfe,
As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet,
To put an Anticke disposition on
That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall
With armes incombred thus, or this head shake,   [870]
Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull phrase,
As well, well, we knowe, or we could and if we would,
Or if we list to speake, or there be and if they might,
Or such ambiguous giuing out, to note)
That you knowe ought of me, this doe sweare,
So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you.

  Ghost. Sweare.
  Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so Gentlemen,
Withall my loue I doe commend me to you,   [880]
And what so poore a man as Hamlet is,
May doe t'expresse his loue and frending to you
God willing shall not lack, let vs goe in together,
And still your fingers on your lips I pray,
The time is out of ioynt, o cursed spight
That euer I was borne to set it right.
Nay come, lets goe together.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 1.5]



Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.
  Pol. Giue him this money, and these notes Reynaldo.   [890]
  Rey. I will my Lord.
  Pol. You shall doe meruiles wisely good Reynaldo,
Before you visite him, to make inquire
Of his behauiour.
  Rey. My Lord, I did intend it.
  Pol. Mary well said, very well said; looke you sir,

Enquire me first what Danskers are in Parris,
And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe,
What companie, at what expence, and finding   [900]
By this encompasment, and drift of question
That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer
Then your perticuler demaunds will tuch it,
Take you as t'were some distant knowledge of him,
As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
And in part him, doe you marke this Reynaldo?
  Rey. I, very well my Lord.
  Pol. And in part him, but you may say, not well,
But y'ft be he I meane, hee's very wilde,
Adicted so and so, and there put on him   [910]
What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck
As may dishonour him, take heede of that,
But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
As are companions noted and most knowne
To youth and libertie.
  Rey. As gaming my Lord.
  Pol. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so far.
  Rey. My Lord, that would dishonour him.
  Pol. Fayth as you may season it in the charge.   [920]
You must not put another scandell on him,
That he is open to incontinencie,
That's not my meaning, but breath his faults so quently
That they may seeme the taints of libertie,
The flash and out-breake of a fierie mind,
A sauagenes in vnreclamed blood,
Of generall assault.
  Rey. But my good Lord.
  Pol. Wherefore should you doe this?
  Rey. I my Lord, I would know that.
  Pol. Marry sir, heer's my drift,   [930]
And I belieue it is a fetch of wit,
You laying these slight sallies on my sonne
As t'were a thing a little soyld with working,
Marke you, your partie in conuerse, him you would sound
Hauing euer seene in the prenominat crimes
The youth you breath of guiltie, be assur'd
He closes with you in this consequence,
Good sir, (or so,) or friend, or gentleman,
According to the phrase, or the addistion
Of man and country.   [940]
  Rey. Very good my Lord.
  Pol. And then sir doos a this, a doos, what was I about to say?
By the masse I was about to say something,
Where did I leaue?
  Rey. At closes in the consequence.

  Pol. At closes in the consequence, I marry,
He closes thus, I know the gentleman,
I saw him yesterday, or th'other day,
Or then, or then, with such or such, and as you say,   [950]
There was a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse,
There falling out at Tennis, or perchance
I saw him enter such a house of sale,
Videlizet, a brothell, or so foorth, see you now,
Your bait of falshood take this carpe of truth,
And thus doe we of wisedome, and of reach,
With windlesses, and with assaies of bias,
By indirections find directions out,
So by my former lecture and aduise
Shall you my sonne; you haue me, haue you not?   [960]
  Rey. My Lord, I haue.
  Pol. God buy ye, far ye well.
  Rey. Good my Lord.
  Pol. Obserue his inclination in your selfe.
  Rey. I shall my Lord.
  Pol. And let him ply his musique.
  Rey. Well my Lord.               Exit Rey.
EnterOphelia.
  Pol. Farewell. How now Ophelia, whats the matter?

  Oph. O my Lord, my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted,
  Pol. With what i'th name of God ?
  Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my closset,
Lotd Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
No hat vpon his head, his stockins fouled,
Vngartred, and downe gyued to his ancle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a looke so pittious in purport
As if he had been loosed out of hell
To speake of horrors, he comes before me.   [980]
  Pol. Mad for thy loue?
  Oph. My lord I doe not know,
But truly I doe feare it.
  Pol. What said he?
  Oph. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard,
Then goes he to the length of all his arme,
And with his other hand thus ore his brow,
He falls to such perusall of my face
As a would draw it, long stayd he so,
At last, a little shaking of mine arme,
And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe,   [990]
He raisd a sigh so pittious and profound
As it did seeme to shatter all his bulke,
And end his beeing; that done, he lets me goe,
And with his head ouer his shoulder turn'd
Hee seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
For out adoores he went without theyr helps,
And to the last bended their light on me.
  Pol. Come, goe with mee, I will goe seeke the King,
This is the very extacie of loue,
Whose violent propertie fordoos it selfe,   [1000]
And leades the will to desperat vndertakings
As oft as any passions vnder heauen
That dooes afflict our natures: I am sorry,
What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late?
  Oph. No my good Lord, but as you did commaund
I did repell his letters, and denied
His accesse to me.
  Pol. That hath made him mad.
I am sorry, that with better heede and iudgement
I had not coted him, I fear'd he did but trifle   [1010]
And meant to wrack thee, but beshrow my Ielousie:
By heauen it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond our selues in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger sort
To lack discretion; come, goe we to the King,
This must be knowne, which beeing kept close, might moue
More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue,
Come. Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 2.1]



Florish.             Enter King and Queene, Rosencrausand
Guyldensterne.
  King. Welcome deere Rosencraus, and Guyldensterne,
Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
The need we haue to vse you did prouoke
Our hastie sending, something haue you heard
Of Hamlets transformation, so call it,
Sith nor th'exterior, nor the inward man
Resembles that it was, what it should be,
More then his fathers death, that thus hath put him
So much from th'vnderstanding of himselfe
I cannot dreame of: I entreate you both   [1030]
That beeing of so young dayes brought vp with him,
And sith so nabored to his youth and hauior,
That you voutsafe your rest heere in our Court
Some little time, so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from occasion you may gleane,
Whether ought to vs vnknowne afflicts him thus,
That opend lyes within our remedie.
  Quee. Good gentlemen, he hath much talkt of you,
And sure I am, two men there is not liuing
To whom he more adheres, if it will please you   [1040]
To shew vs so much gentry and good will,
As to expend your time with vs a while,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your visitation shall receiue such thanks
As fits a Kings remembrance.
  Ros. Both your Maiesties
Might by the soueraigne power you haue of vs,
Put your dread pleasures more into commaund
Then to entreatie.
  Guyl. But we both obey.   [1050]
And heere giue vp our selues in the full bent,
To lay our seruice freely at your feete
To be commaunded.
  King. Thanks Rosencraus, and gentle Guyldensterne.
  Quee. Thanks Guyldensterne, and gentle Rosencraus.
And I beseech you instantly to visite
My too much changed sonne, goe some of you

And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
  Guyl. Heauens make our presence and our practices   [1060]
Pleasant and helpfull to him.
  Quee. I Amen.               Exeunt Ros. and Guyld.
Enter Polonius.
  Pol. Th'embassadors from Norway my good Lord,
Are ioyfully returnd.
  King. Thou still hast been the father of good newes.
  Pol. Haue I my Lord? I assure my good Liege
I hold my dutie as I hold my soule,
Both to my God, and to my gracious King;
And I doe thinke, or els this braine of mine   [1070]
Hunts not the trayle of policie so sure
As it hath vsd to doe, that I haue found
The very cause of Hamlets lunacie.
  King. O speake of that, that doe I long to heare.
  Pol. Giue first admittance to th'embassadors,
My newes shall be the fruite to that great feast.
  King. Thy selfe doe grace to them, and bring them in.
He tells me my deere Gertrard he hath found
The head and source of all your sonnes distemper.
  Quee. I doubt it is no other but the maine   [1080]
His fathers death, and our hastie marriage.
Enter Embassadors.
  King. Well, we shall sift him, welcome my good friends,
Say Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?
  Vol. Most faire returne of greetings and desires;
Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse
His Nephews leuies, which to him appeard
To be a preparation gainst the Pollacke,
But better lookt into, he truly found
It was against your highnes, whereat greeu'd   [1090]
That so his sicknes, age, and impotence
Was falsly borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortenbrasse, which he in breefe obeyes,
Receiues rebuke from Norway, and in fine,
Makes vow before his Vncle neuer more
To giue th'assay of Armes against your Maiestie:
Whereon old Norway ouercome with ioy,
Giues him threescore thousand crownes in anuall fee,
And his commission to imploy those souldiers
So leuied (as before) against the Pollacke,   [1100]
With an entreatie heerein further shone,
That it might please you to giue quiet passe
Through your dominions for this enterprise
On such regards of safety and allowance
As therein are set downe.
  King. It likes vs well,
And at our more considered time, wee'le read,
Answer, and thinke vpon this busines:
Meane time, we thanke you for your well tooke labour,
Goe to your rest, at night weele feast together,   [1110]
Most welcome home.               Exeunt Embassadors.
  Pol. This busines is well ended.
My Liege and Maddam, to expostulate
What maiestie should be, what dutie is,
Why day is day, night, night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to wast night, day, and time,
Therefore breuitie is the soule of wit,
And tediousnes the lymmes and outward florishes,
I will be briefe, your noble sonne is mad:
Mad call I it, for to define true madnes,   [1120]
What ist but to be nothing els but mad,
But let that goe.
  Quee. More matter with lesse art.
  Pol. Maddam, I sweare I vse no art at all,
That hee's mad tis true, tis true, tis pitty,
And pitty tis tis true, a foolish figure,
But farewell it, for I will vse no art.
Mad let vs graunt him then, and now remaines
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,   [1130]
For this effect defectiue comes by cause:
Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus
Perpend,
I haue a daughter, haue while she is mine,
Who in her dutie and obedience, marke,
Hath giuen me this, now gather and surmise,

    To the Celestiall and my soules Idoll, the most beau-
    tified Ophelia ,that's an ill phrase, a vilephrase,
    beautified is a vilephrase, but you shall heare: thusin
    her excellent white bosome, these &c.   [1140]

  Quee. Came this from Hamlet to her?
  Pol. Good Maddam stay awhile, I will be faithfull,
    Doubt thou the starres are fire,               Letter.
    Doubt that the Sunne doth moue,
    Doubt truth to be a lyer,
    But neuer doubt I loue.
O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers, I haue not art to recken
my grones, but that I loue thee best, o most best belieue it, adew.

Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this machine is to him.

  Pol. This in obedience hath my daughter showne me,               (Hamlet.
And more about hath his solicitings
As they fell out by time, by meanes, and place,
All giuen to mine eare.
  King. But how hath she receiu'd his loue?
  Pol. What doe you thinke of me?
  King. As of a man faithfull and honorable.
  Pol. I would faine proue so, but what might you thinke   [1160]
When I had seene this hote loue on the wing,
As I perceiu'd it (I must tell you that)
Before my daughter told me, what might you,
Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere thinke,
If I had playd the Deske, or Table booke,
Or giuen my hart a working mute and dumbe,
Or lookt vppon this loue with idle sight,
What might you thinke? no, I went round to worke,
And my young Mistris thus I did bespeake,
Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy star,   [1170]
This must not be: and then I prescripts gaue her
That she should locke her selfe from her resort,
Admit no messengers, receiue no tokens,
Which done, she tooke the fruites of my aduise:
And he repell'd, a short tale to make,
Fell into a sadnes, then into a fast,
Thence to a wath, thence into a weakenes,
Thence to lightnes, and by this declension,
Into the madnes wherein now he raues,
And all we mourne for.   [1180]
  King. Doe you thinke this?
  Quee. It may be very like.
  Pol. Hath there been such a time, I would faine know that,
That I haue positiuely said, tis so,
When it proou'd otherwise?
  King. Not that I know.
  Pol. Take this, from this, if this be otherwise;
If circumstances leade me, I will finde
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
Within the Center.   [1190]
  King. How may we try it further?
  Pol. You know sometimes he walkes foure houres together

Heere in the Lobby.
  Quee. So he dooes indeede.
  Pol. At such a time, Ile loose my daughter to him,
Be you and I behind an Arras then,
Marke the encounter, if he loue her not,
And be not from his reason falne thereon
Let me be no assistant for a state   [1200]
But keepe a farme and carters.
  King. We will try it.
Enter Hamlet.
  Quee. But looke where sadly the poore wretch comes reading.

  Pol. Away, I doe beseech you both away,               Exit King and Queene.
Ile bord him presently, oh giue me leaue,
How dooes my good Lord Hamlet?
  Ham. Well, God a mercy.
  Pol. Doe you knowe me my Lord?   [1210]
  Ham. Excellent well, you are a Fishmonger.
  Pol. Not I my Lord.
  Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
  Pol. Honest my Lord.
  Ham. I sir to be honest as this world goes,
Is to be one man pickt out of tenne thousand.
  Pol. That's very true my Lord.
  Ham. For if the sunne breede maggots in a dead dogge, being a
good kissing carrion. Haue you a daughter?

  Pol. I haue my Lord.
  Ham. Let her not walke i'th Sunne, conception is a blessing,
But as your daughter may conceaue, friend looke to't.

  Pol. How say you by that, still harping on my daughter, yet hee
knewe me not at first, a sayd I was a Fishmonger, a is farre gone,
and truly in my youth, I suffred much extremity for loue, very
neere this. Ile speake to him againe. What doe you reade my
Lord.
  Ham. Words, words, words.   [1230]
  Pol. What is the matter my Lord.
  Ham. Betweene who.
  Pol. I meane the matter that you reade my Lord.
  Ham. Slaunders sir; for the satericall rogue sayes heere, that old
men haue gray beards, that their faces are wrinckled, their eyes
purging thick Amber, & plumtree gum, & that they haue a plen-
tifull lacke of wit, together with most weake hams, all which sir
though I most powerfully and potentlie belieue, yet I hold it not
honesty to haue it thus set downe, for your selfe sir shall growe old   [1240]
as I am: if like a Crab you could goe backward.


  Pol. Though this be madnesse, yet there is method in't, will you
walke out of the ayre my Lord?

  Ham. Into my graue.
  Pol. Indeede that's out of the ayre; how pregnant sometimes
his replies are, a happines that often madnesse hits on, which reason
and sanctity could not so prosperously be deliuered of. I will leaue
him and my daughter. My Lord, I will take my leaue of you.







  Ham. You cannot take from mee any thing that I will not more
willingly part withall: except my life, except my life, except my
life.               Enter Guyldersterne, and Rosencraus.   [1260]
  Pol. Fare you well my Lord.
  Ham. These tedious old fooles.
  Pol. You goe to seeke the Lord Hamlet, there he is.


  Ros. God saue you sir.
  Guyl. My honor'd Lord.
  Ros. My most deere Lord.
  Ham. My extent good friends, how doost thou Guyldersterne?
A Rosencraus, good lads how doe you both?   [1270]

  Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth.
  Guyl. Happy, in that we are not euer happy on Fortunes lap,
We are not the very button.
  Ham. Nor the soles of her shooe.
  Ros. Neither my Lord.
  Ham. Then you liue about her wast, or in the middle of her fa-

  Guyl. Faith her priuates we.               (uors.
  Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune, oh most true, she is a strumpet,   [1280]
What newes?
  Ros. None my Lord, but the worlds growne honest.

  Ham. Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is not true;
































But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsonoure?
  Ros. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion.
  Ham. Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thanke
you, and sure deare friends, my thankes are too deare a halfpeny:   [1320]
were you not sent for? is it your owne inclining? is it a free visitati-
on? come, come, deale iustly with me, come, come, nay speake.

  Guy. What should we say my Lord?
  Ham. Any thing but to'th purpose: you were sent for, and there is
a kind of confession in your lookes, which your modesties haue not
craft enough to cullour, I know the good King and Queene haue
sent for you.
  Ros. To what end my Lord?
  Ham. That you must teach me: but let me coniure you, by the   [1330]
rights of our fellowship, by the consonancie of our youth, by the
obligation of our euer preserued loue; and by what more deare a
better proposer can charge you withall, bee euen and direct with
me whether you were sent for or no.

  Ros. What say you.
  Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you? if you loue me hold not of.

  Guyl. My Lord we were sent for.
  Ham. I will tell you why, so shall my anticipation preuent your   [1340]
discouery, and your secrecie to the King & Queene moult no fea-
ther, I haue of late, but wherefore I knowe not, lost all my mirth,
forgon all custome of exercises: and indeede it goes so heauily with
my disposition, that this goodly frame the earth, seemes to mee a
sterill promontorie, this most excellent Canopie the ayre, looke
you, this braue orehanging firmament, this maiesticall roofe fret-
ted with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing to me but a foule
and pestilent congregation of vapoures. What peece of worke is a
man, how noble in reason, how infinit in faculties, in forme and   [1350]
moouing, how expresse and admirable in action, how like an An-
gell in apprehension, how like a God: the beautie of the world; the
paragon of Annimales; and yet to me, what is this Quintessence of
dust: man delights not me, nor women neither, though by your
smilling, you seeme to say so.



  Ros. My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my thoughts.

  Ham. Why did yee laugh then, when I sayd man delights not me.   [1360]

  Ros. To thinke my Lord if you delight not in man, what Lenton
entertainment the players shall receaue from you, we coted them
on the way, and hether are they comming to offer you seruice.

  Ham. He that playes the King shal be welcome, his Maiestie shal
haue tribute on me, the aduenterous Knight shall vse his foyle and
target, the Louer shall not sigh gratis, the humorus Man shall end
his part in peace, and the Lady shall say her minde freely: or the
black verse shall hault for't. What players are they?



  Ros. Euen those you were wont to take such delight in, the Trage-
dians of the Citty.
  Ham. How chances it they trauaile? their residence both in repu-
tation, and profit was better both wayes.

  Ros. I thinke their inhibition, comes by the meanes of the late
innouasion.   [1380]
  Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did when I was in
the Citty; are they so followed.
  Ros. No indeede are they not.

























  Ham. It is not very strange, for my Vncle is King of Denmarke, and
those that would make mouths at him while my father liued, giue   [1410]
twenty, fortie, fifty, a hundred duckets a peece, for his Picture
in little, s'bloud there is somthing in this more then naturall, if
Philosophie could find it out.               A Florish.


  Guyl. There are the players.
  Ham. Gentlemen you are welcome to Elsonoure, your hands come
then, th'appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremonie; let
mee comply with you in this garb: let me extent to the players,
which I tell you must showe fairely outwards, should more ap-   [1420]
peare like entertainment then yours? you are welcome: but my
Vncle-father, and Aunt-mother, are deceaued.

  Guyl. In what my deare Lord.
  Ham. I am but mad North North west; when the wind is Sou-
therly, I knowe a Hauke, from a hand saw.
Enter Polonius.
  Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen.
  Ham. Harke you Guyldensterne, and you to, at each eare a hearer,
that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swadling clouts.   [1430]

  Ros. Happily he is the second time come to them, for they say an
old man is twice a child.
  Ham. I will prophecy, he comes to tell me of the players, mark it,
You say right sir, a Monday morning, t'was then indeede.

  Pol. My Lord I haue newes to tell you.
  Ham. My Lord I haue newes to tel you: when Rossius was an Actor
in Rome.
  Pol. The Actors are come hether my Lord.   [1440]
  Ham. Buz, buz.
  Pol. Vppon my honor.
  Ham. Then came each Actor on his Asse.
  Pol. The best actors in the world, either for Tragedie, Comedy,
History, Pastorall, Pastorall Comicall, Historicall Pastorall, scene
indeuidible, or Poem vnlimited, Sceneca cannot be too heauy, nor
Plautus too light for the lawe of writ, and the liberty: these are the
only men.   [1450]


  Ham. O Ieptha Iudge of Israell, what a treasure had'st thou?

  Pol. What a treasure had he my Lord?
  Ham. Why one faire daughter and no more, the which he loued
passing well.
  Pol. Still on my daughter.
  Ham. Am I not i'th right old Ieptha?
  Pol. If you call me Ieptha my Lord, I haue a daughter that I loue

  Ham. Nay that followes not.               (passing well.
  Pol. What followes then my Lord?
  Ham. Why as by lot God wot, and then you knowe it came to
passe, as most like it was; the first rowe of the pious chanson will
showe you more, for looke where my abridgment comes.

Enter thePlayers.
  Ham. You are welcome maisters, welcome all, I am glad to see thee
well, welcome good friends, oh old friend, why thy face is va-
lanct since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard me in Denmark?
what my young Lady and mistris, by lady your Ladishippe is   [1470]
nerer to heauen, then when I saw you last by the altitude of a
chopine, pray God your voyce like a peece of vncurrant gold,
bee not crackt within the ring: maisters you are all welcome,
weele ento't like friendly Fankners, fly at any thing we see,
weele haue a speech straite, come giue vs a tast of your quality,
come a passionate speech.

  Player. What speech my good Lord?
  Ham. I heard thee speake me a speech once, but it was neuer acted,
or if it was, not aboue once, for the play I remember pleasd not   [1480]
the million, t'was cauiary to the generall, but it was as I receaued
it & others, whose iudgements in such matters cried in the top
of mine, an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set downe
with as much modestie as cunning. I remember one sayd there
were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter sauory, nor no
matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affection,
but cald it an honest method, as wholesome as sweete, & by very
much, more handsome then fine: one speech in't I chiefely loued,
t'was Aeneas talke to Dido, & there about of it especially when he
speakes of Priams slaughter, if it liue in your memory begin at   [1490]
this line, let me see, let me see, the rugged Pirbus like Th'ircanian
beast, tis not so, it beginnes with Pirrhus, the rugged Pirrhus, he whose
sable Armes,




Black as his purpose did the night resemble,
When he lay couched in th'omynous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,
With heraldy more dismall head to foote,
Now is he totall Gules horridly trickt
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,   [1500]
Bak'd and empasted with the parching streetes
That lend a tirranus and a damned light
To their Lords murther, rosted in wrath and fire,
And thus ore-cised with coagulate gore,
With eyes like Carbunkles, the hellish Phirrhus
Old grandsire Priam seekes; so proceede you.
  Pol. Foregod my Lord well spoken, with good accent and good

  Play. Anon he finds him,               (discretion.
Striking too short at Greekes, his anticke sword   [1510]
Rebellious to his arme, lies where it fals,
Repugnant to commaund; vnequall matcht,
Pirrhus at Priam driues, in rage strikes wide,
But with the whiffe and winde of his fell sword,
Th'vnnerued father fals:
Seeming to feele this blowe, with flaming top
Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious crash
Takes prisoner Pirrhus eare, for loe his sword
Which was declining on the milkie head
Of reuerent Priam, seem'd i'th ayre to stick,   [1520]
So as a painted tirant Pirrhus stood
Like a newtrall to his will and matter,
Did nothing:
But as we often see against some storme,
A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still,
The bold winds speechlesse, and the orbe belowe
As hush as death, anon the dreadfull thunder
Doth rend the region, so after Pirrhus pause,
A rowsed vengeance sets him new a worke,
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,
On Marses Armor forg'd for proofe eterne,   [1530]
With lesse remorse then Pirrhus bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
In generall sinod take away her power,
Breake all the spokes, and follies from her wheele,
And boule the round naue downe the hill of heauen
As lowe as to the fiends.
  Pol. This is too long.
  Ham. It shall to the barbers with your beard; prethee say on, he's
for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleepes, say on, come to Hecuba.   [1540]

  Play. But who, a woe, had seene the mobled Queene,
  Ham. The mobled Queene.
  Pol. That's good.
  Play. Runne barefoote vp and downe, threatning the flames

With Bison rehume, a clout vppon that head
Where late the Diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lanck and all ore-teamed loynes,
A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp,   [1550]
Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
Gainst fortunes state would treason haue pronounst;
But if the gods themselues did see her then,
When she saw Pirrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband limmes,
The instant burst of clamor that she made,
Vnlesse things mortall mooue them not at all,
Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
And passion in the gods.
  Pol. Looke where he has not turnd his cullour, and has teares in's   [1560]
eyes, prethee no more.
  Ham. Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest of this soone,
Good my Lord will you see the players well bestowed; doe you
heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the abstract and breefe
Chronicles of the time; after your death you were better haue a
bad Epitaph then their ill report while you liue.

  Pol. My Lord, I will vse them according to their desert.

  Ham. Gods bodkin man, much better, vse euery man after his de-   [1570]
sert, & who shall scape whipping, vse them after your owne honor
and dignity, the lesse they deserue the more merrit is in your boun-
ty. Take them in.

  Pol. Come sirs.
  Ham. Follow him friends, weele heare a play to morrowe; dost thou
heare me old friend, can you play the murther of Gonzago?

  Play. I my Lord.
  Ham. Weele hate to morrowe night, you could for neede study   [1580]
a speech of some dosen lines, or sixteene lines, which I would set
downe and insert in't, could you not?
  Play. I my Lord.
  Ham. Very well, followe that Lord, & looke you mock him not.
My good friends, Ile leaue you tell night, you are welcome to Elson-
oure.               Exeunt Pol. and Players.
  Ros. Good my Lord.               Exeunt.

  Ham. I so God buy to you, now I am alone,
O what a rogue and pesant slaue am I.   [1590]
Is it not monstrous that this player heere
But in a fixion, in a dreame of passion
Could force his soule so to his owne conceit
That from her working all the visage wand,
Teares in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
A broken voyce, an his whole function suting
With formes to his conceit; and all for nothing,
For Hecuba.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to her,
That he should weepe for her? what would he doe   [1600]
Had he the motiue, and that for passion
That I haue? he would drowne the stage with teares,
And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty, and appale the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeede
The very faculties of eyes and eares; yet I,
A dull and muddy metteld raskall peake,
Like Iohn-a-dreames, vnpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no not for a King,
Vpon whose property and most deare life,   [1610]
A damn'd defeate was made: am I a coward,
Who cals me villaine, breakes my pate a crosse,
Pluckes off my beard, and blowes it in my face,
Twekes me by the nose, giues me the lie i'th thraote
As deepe as to the lunges, who does me this,
Hah, s'wounds I should take it : for it cannot be
But I am pidgion liuerd, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I should a fatted all the region kytes
With this slaues offall, bloody, baudy villaine,   [1620]
Remorslesse, trecherous, lecherous, kindlesse villaine.

Why what an Asse am I, this is most braue,
That I the sonne of a deere murthered,
Prompted to my reuenge by heauen and hell,
Must like a whore vnpacke my hart with words,
And fall a cursing like a very drabbe; a stallyon, fie vppont, foh.
About my braines; hum, I haue heard,
That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
Haue by the very cunning of the scene,   [1630]
Beene strooke so to the soule, that presently
They haue proclaim'd their malefactions:
For murther, though it haue no tongue will speake
With most miraculous organ: Ile haue these Players
Play something like the murther of my father
Before mine Vncle, Ile obserue his lookes,
Ile tent him to the quicke, if a doe blench
I know my course. The spirit that I haue seene
May be a deale, and the deale hath power
T'assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps,   [1640]
Out of my weakenes, and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damne me; Ile haue grounds
More relatiue then this, the play's the thing
Wherein Ile catch the conscience of the King.               Exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 2.2]

Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencraus, Guyl-
densterne, Lords.
  King. An can you by no drift of conference
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet   [1650]
With turbulent and dangerous lunacie?
  Ros. He dooes confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,
But from what cause, a will by no meanes speake.
  Guyl. Nor doe we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a craftie madnes keepes aloofe
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
  Quee. Did he receiue you well?
  Ros. Most like a gentleman.
  Guyl. But with much forcing of his disposition.   [1660]
  Ros. Niggard of question, but of our demaunds
Most free in his reply.
  Quee. Did you assay him to any pastime?
  Ros. Maddam, it so fell out that certaine Players
We ore-raught on the way, of these we told him,
And there did seeme in him a kind of ioy
To heare of it: they are heere about the Court,
And as I thinke, they haue already order
This night to play before him.
  Pol. Tis most true,   [1670]
And he beseecht me to intreat your Maiesties
To heare and see the matter.
  King. With all my hart,
And it doth much content me
To heare him so inclin'd.
Good gentlemen giue him a further edge,
And driue his purpose into these delights.
  Ros. We shall my Lord.               Exeunt. Ros. & Guyl.
























  King. Sweet Gertrard, leaue vs two,
For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hether,
That he as t'were by accedent, may heere   [1680]
Affront Ophelia; her father and my selfe,
Wee'le so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene,
We may of their encounter franckly iudge,
And gather by him as he is behau'd,
Ift be th'affliction of his loue or no
That thus he suffers for.
  Quee. I shall obey you.
And for your part Ophelia, I doe wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlets wildnes, so shall I hope your vertues,   [1690]
Will bring him to his wonted way againe,
To both your honours.
  Oph. Maddam, I wish it may.
  Pol. Ophelia walke you heere, gracious so please you,
We will bestow our selues; reade on this booke,
That show of such an exercise may cullour
Your lowlines; we are oft too blame in this,
Tis too much proou'd, that with deuotions visage
And pious action, we doe sugar ore
The deuill himselfe.   [1700]
  King. O tis too true,
How smart a lash that speech doth giue my conscience.
The harlots cheeke beautied with plastring art,
Is not more ougly to the thing that helps it,
Then is my deede to my most painted word:
O heauy burthen.
Enter Hamlet.
  Pol. I heare him comming, with-draw my Lord.

  Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the question,   [1710]
Whether tis nobler in the minde to suffer
The slings and arrowes of outragious fortune,
Or to take Armes against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them, to die to sleepe
No more, and by a sleepe, to say we end
The hart-ake, and the thousand naturall shocks
That flesh is heire to; tis a consumation
Deuoutly to be wisht to die to sleepe,
To sleepe, perchance to dreame, I there's the rub,
For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come   [1720]
When we haue shuffled off this mortall coyle
Must giue vs pause, there's the respect
That makes calamitie of so long life:
For who would beare the whips and scornes of time,
Th'oppressors wrong, the proude mans contumely,
The pangs of despiz'd loue, the lawes delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurnes
That patient merrit of th'vnworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his quietas make
With a bare bodkin; who would fardels beare,   [1730]
To grunt and sweat vnder a wearie life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The vndiscouer'd country, from whose borne
No trauiler returnes, puzzels the will,
And makes vs rather beare those ills we haue,
Then flie to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience dooes make cowards,
And thus the natiue hiew of resolution
Is sickled ore with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,   [1740]
With this regard theyr currents turne awry,
And loose the name of action. Soft you now,
The faire Ophelia, Nimph in thy orizons
Be all my sinnes remembred.
  Oph. Good my Lord,
How dooes your honour for this many a day?
  Ham. I humbly thanke you well.
  Oph. My Lord, I haue remembrances of yours
That I haue longed long to redeliuer,
I pray you now receiue them.   [1750]
  Ham. No, not I, I neuer gaue you ought.
  Oph. My honor'd Lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composd
As made these things more rich, their perfume lost,
Take these againe, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poore when giuers prooue vnkind,
There my Lord.
  Ham. Ha, ha, are you honest.
  Oph. My Lord.
  Ham. Are you faire?   [1760]
  Oph. What meanes your Lordship?
  Ham. That if you be honest & faire, you should admit
no discourse to your beautie.
  Oph. Could beauty my Lord haue better comerse
Then with honestie?
  Ham. I truly, for the power of beautie will sooner transforme ho-
nestie from what it is to a bawde, then the force of honestie can trans-
late beautie into his likenes, this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time giues it proofe, I did loue you once.

  Oph. Indeed my Lord you made me belieue so.
  Ham. You should not haue beleeu'd me, for vertue cannot so
euocutat our old stock, but we shall relish of it, I loued you not.

  Oph. I was the more deceiued.
  Ham. Get thee a Nunry, why would'st thou be a breeder of sin-
ners, I am my selfe indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse mee of
such things, that it were better my Mother had not borne mee: I am
very proude, reuengefull, ambitious, with more offences at my beck,
then I haue thoughts to put them in, imagination to giue them shape,
or time to act them in: what should such fellowes as I do crauling be-
tweene earth and heauen, wee are arrant knaues, beleeue none of vs,
goe thy waies to a Nunry. Where's your father?




  Oph. At home my Lord.
  Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him,
That he may play the foole no where but in's owne house,
Farewell.
  Oph. O helpe him you sweet heauens.
  Ham. If thou doost marry, Ile giue thee this plague for thy dow-   [1790]
rie, be thou as chast as yce, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape ca-
lumny; get thee to a Nunry, farewell. Or if thou wilt needes marry,
marry a foole, for wise men knowe well enough what monsters you
make of them: to a Nunry goe, and quickly to, farewell.



  Oph. Heauenly powers restore him.
  Ham. I haue heard of your paintings well enough, God hath gi-
uen you one face, and you make your selfes another, you gig & am-
ble, and you list you nickname Gods creatures, and make your wan-   [1800]
tonnes ignorance; goe to, Ile no more on't, it hath made me madde,
I say we will haue no mo marriage, those that are married alreadie, all
but one shall liue, the rest shall keep as they are: to a Nunry go.               Exit.




  Oph. O what a noble mind is heere orethrowne!
The Courtiers, souldiers, schollers, eye, tongue, sword,
Th'expectation, and Rose of the faire state,
The glasse of fashion, and the mould of forme,
Th'obseru'd of all obseruers, quite quite downe,   [1810]
And I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,
That suckt the honny of his musickt vowes;
Now see what noble and most soueraigne reason
Like sweet bells iangled out of time, and harsh,
That vnmatcht forme, and stature of blowne youth
Blasted with extacie, o woe is mee
T'haue seene what I haue seene, see what I see.               Exit.
Enter King and Polonius.
  King. Loue, his affections doe not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lackt forme a little,   [1820]
Was not like madnes, there's something in his soule
Ore which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I doe doubt, the hatch and the disclose
VVill be some danger; which for to preuent,
I haue in quick determination
Thus set it downe : he shall with speede to England,
For the demaund of our neglected tribute,
Haply the seas, and countries different,
With variable obiects, shall expell
This something setled matter in his hart,   [1830]
Whereon his braines still beating
Puts him thus from fashion of himselfe.
What thinke you on't?
  Pol. It shall doe well.
But yet doe I belieue the origin and comencement of his greefe,
Sprung from neglected loue: How now Ophelia?
You neede not tell vs what Lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all: my Lord, doe as you please,
But if you hold it fit, after the play,
Let his Queene-mother all alone intreate him
To show his griefe, let her be round with him,   [1840]
And Ile be plac'd (so please you) in the eare
Of all their conference, if she find him not,
To England send him: or confine him where
Your wisedome best shall thinke.
  King. It shall be so,
Madnes in great ones must not vnmatcht goe.               Exeunt.



[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 3.1]

Enter Hamlet, and three of the Players.
  Ham. Speake the speech I pray you as I pronoun'd it to you, trip-
pingly on the tongue, but if you mouth it as many of our Players do,   [1850]
I had as liue the towne cryer spoke my lines, nor doe not saw the ayre
too much with your hand thus, but vse all gently, for in the very tor-
rent tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must
acquire and beget a temperance, that may giue it smoothnesse, o it
offends mee to the soule, to heare a robustious perwig-pated fellowe
tere a passion to totters, to very rags, to spleet the eares of the ground-
lings, vvho for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplica-
ble dumbe showes, and noyse: I would haue such a fellow whipt for   [1860]
ore-dooing Termagant, it out Herods Herod, pray you auoyde it.



  Player. I warrant your honour.
  Hamlet. Be not too tame neither, but let your owne discretion be
your tutor, sute the action to the word, the word to the action, with
this speciall obseruance, that you ore-steppe not the modestie of na-
ture: For any thing so ore-doone, is from the purpose of playing,
whose end both at the first, and novve, was and is, to holde as twere
the Mirrour vp to nature, to shew vertue her feature; scorne her own   [1870]
Image, and the very age and body of the time his forme and pressure:
Now this ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it makes the vnskil-
full laugh, cannot but make the iudicious greeue, the censure of
which one, must in your allowance ore-weigh a whole Theater of o-
thers. O there be Players that I haue seene play, and heard others
praysd, and that highly, not to speake it prophanely, that neither ha-
uing th'accent of Christians, nor the gate of Christian, Pagan, nor
man, haue so strutted & bellowed, that I haue thought some of Na-   [1880]
tures Iornimen had made men, and not made them well, they imita-
ted humanitie so abhominably.




  Player. I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with vs.

  Ham. O reforme it altogether, and let those that play your clownes
speake no more then is set downe for them, for there be of them that
wil themselues laugh, to set on some quantitie of barraine spectators
to laugh to, though in the meane time, some necessary question of
the play be then to be considered, that's villanous, and shewes a most
pittifull ambition in the foole that vses it : goe make you readie. How
now my Lord, will the King heare this peece of worke?
Enter Polonius, Guyldensterne, & Rosencraus.












  Pol. And the Queene to, and that presently.
  Ham. Bid the Players make hast. Will you two help to hasten thê.

  Ros. I my Lord.               Exeunt they two.   [1900]

  Ham. What howe, Horatio.               Enter Horatio.
  Hora. Heere sweet Lord, at your seruice.
  Ham. Horatio, thou art een as iust a man
As ere my conuersation copt withall.
  Hor. O my deere Lord.
Nay, doe not thinke I flatter,
For what aduancement may I hope from thee
That no reuenew hast but thy good spirits
To feede and clothe thee, why should the poore be flatterd?   [1910]
No, let the candied tongue licke absurd pompe,
And crooke the pregnant hindges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fauning; doost thou heare,
Since my deare soule was mistris of her choice,
And could of men distinguish her election,
S'hath seald thee for herselfe, for thou hast been
As one in suffring all that suffers nothing,
A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards
Hast tane with equall thanks; and blest are those
Whose blood and iudgement are so well comedled,   [1920]
That they are not a pype for Fortunes finger
To sound what stop she please: giue me that man
That is not passions slaue, and I will weare him
In my harts core, I in my hart of hart
As I doe thee. Something too much of this,
There is a play to night before the King,
One scene of it comes neere the circumstance
Which I haue told thee of my fathers death,
I prethee when thou seest that act a foote,
Euen with the very comment of thy soule   [1930]
Obserue my Vncle, if his occulted guilt
Doe not it selfe vnkennill in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we haue seene,
And my imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans stithy; giue him heedfull note,
For I mine eyes will riuet to his face,
And after we will both our iudgements ioyne
In censure of his seeming.
  Hor. Well my lord,
If a steale ought the whilst this play is playing   [1940]
And scape detected, I will pay the theft.


Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drummes,King, Queene,
Polonius, Ophelia


  Ham. They are comming to the play. I must be idle,
Get you a place.
  King. How fares our cosin Hamlet?
  Ham. Excellent yfaith,
Of the Camelions dish, I eate the ayre,
Promiscram'd, you cannot feede Capons so.   [1950]
  King. I haue nothing with this aunswer Hamlet,
These words are not mine.
  Ham. No, nor mine now my Lord.
You playd once i'th Vniuersitie you say,
  Pol. That did I my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor,
  Ham. What did you enact?
  Pol. I did enact Iulius Caesar, I was kild i'th Capitall,
Brutus kild mee.
  Ham. It was a brute part of him to kill so capitall a calfe there,   [1960]
Be the Players readie?
  Ros. I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.
  Ger. Come hether my deere Hamlet, sit by me.
  Ham. No good mother, heere's mettle more attractiue.
  Pol. O ho, doe you marke that.
  Ham. Lady shall I lie in your lap?
  Ophe. No my Lord.


  Ham. Doe you thinke I meant country matters?   [1970]
  Oph. I thinke nothing my Lord.
  Ham. That's a fayre thought to lye betweene maydes legs.
  Oph. What is my Lord?
  Ham. Noth ng.
  Oph. You are merry my Lord.
  Ham. Who I?
  Oph. I my Lord.
  Ham. O God your onely Iigge-maker, what should a man do but
be merry, for looke you how cheerefully my mother lookes, and my
father died within's two howres.   [1980]

  Oph. Nay, tis twice two months my Lord.
  Ham. So long, nay then let the deule weare blacke, for Ile haue a
sute of sables; o heauens, die two months agoe, and not forgotten yet,
then there's hope a great mans memorie may out-liue his life halfe a
yeere, but ber Lady a must build Churches then, or els shall a suffer
not thinking on, with the Hobby-horse, whose Epitaph is, for o, for
o, the hobby-horse is forgot.

The Trumpets sounds. Dumbe show followes.   [1990]
Enter a King and a Queene, the Queene embracing him,and he her,he
takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her necke,he lyeshim downe vp-
pon a bancke of flowers, she seeing him asleepe, leaues him: anon come in an  
other man, takes off his crowne, kisses it, pours poyson in the sleepers eares,
andleaues him:the Queene returnes, finds the King dead, makes passionate
action, the poysner with some three or foure come in againe, seemeto con-
dole with her, the dead body is carried away, the poysner wooes the Queene
with gifts, shee seemes harshawhile, but in the end accepts loue.




  Oph. VVhat meanes this my Lord?
  Ham. Marry this munching Mallico, it meanes mischiefe.

  Oph. Belike this show imports the argument of the play.

  Ham. We shall know by this fellow,               Enter Prologue.
The Players cannot keepe, they'le tell all.
  Oph. Will a tell vs what this show meant?   [2010]
  Ham. I, or any show that you will show him, be not you asham'd
to show, heele not shame to tell you what it meanes.

  Oph. You are naught, you are naught, Ile mark the play.


  Prologue. For vs and for our Tragedie,
Heere stooping to your clemencie,
We begge your hearing patiently.
  Ham. Is this a Prologue, or the posie of a ring?   [2020]
  Oph. Tis breefe my Lord.
  Ham. As womans loue.
Enter King and Queene.
  King. Full thirtie times hath Phebus cart gone round
Neptunes salt wash, and Tellus orb'd the ground,
And thirtie dosen Moones with borrowed sheene
About the world haue times twelue thirties beene
Since loue our harts, and Hymen did our hands
Vnite comutuall in most sacred bands.
  Quee. So many iourneyes may the Sunne and Moone   [2030]
Make vs againe count ore ere loue be doone,
But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
So farre from cheere, and from our former state,
That I distrust you, yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you my Lord it nothing must.
For women feare too much, euen as they loue,
And womens feare and loue hold quantitie,
Eyther none, in neither ought, or in extremitie,
Now what my Lord is proofe hath made you know,
And as my loue is ciz'd, my feare is so,
Where loue is great, the litlest doubts are feare,
Where little feares grow great, great loue growes there.
  King. Faith I must leaue thee loue, and shortly to,   [2040]
My operant powers their functions leaue to do,
And thou shalt liue in this faire world behind,
Honord, belou'd, and haply one as kind,
For husband shalt thou.
  Quee. O confound the rest,
Such loue must needes be treason in my brest,
In second husband let me be accurst,
None wed the second, but who kild the first.                 Ham. That's

  The instances that second marriage moue               (wormwood   [2050]
Are base respects of thrift, but none of loue,
A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
  King. I doe belieue you thinke what now you speake,
But what we doe determine, oft we breake,
Purpose is but the slaue to memorie,
Of violent birth, but poore validitie,
Which now the fruite vnripe sticks on the tree,
But fall vnshaken when they mellow bee.
Most necessary tis that we forget   [2060]
To pay our selues what to our selues is debt,
What to our selues in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose,
The violence of eyther, griefe, or ioy,
Their owne ennactures with themselues destroy,
Where ioy most reuels, griefe doth most lament,
Greefe ioy, ioy griefes, on slender accedent,
This world is not for aye, nor tis not strange,
That euen our loues should with our fortunes change:
For tis a question left vs yet to proue,   [2070]
Whether loue lead fortune, or els fortune loue.
The great man downe, you marke his fauourite flyes,
The poore aduaunc'd, makes friends of enemies,
And hetherto doth loue on fortune tend,
For who not needes, shall neuer lacke a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end where I begunne,
Our wills and fates doe so contrary runne,
That our deuises still are ouerthrowne,   [2080]
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne,
So thinke thou wilt no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead.
  Quee. Nor earth to me giue foode, nor heauen light,
Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
To desperation turne my trust and hope,
And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope,
Each opposite that blancks the face of ioy,
Meete what I would haue well, and it destroy,
Both heere and hence pursue me lasting strife,                 Ham. If she should
  If once I be a widdow, euer I be a wife.               (breake it now.

  King. Tis deeply sworne, sweet leaue me heere a while,

My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
The tedious day with sleepe.
  Quee. Sleepe rock thy braine,
And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine.               Exeunt.
  Ham. Madam, how like you this play?
  Quee. The Lady doth protest too much mee thinks.
  Ham. O but shee'le keepe her word.
  King. Haue you heard the argument? is there no offence in't?   [2100]

  Ham. No, no, they do but iest, poyson in iest, no offence i'th world.

  King. What doe you call the play?
  Ham. The Mousetrap, mary how tropically, this play is the Image
of a murther doone in Vienna, Gonzago is the Dukes name, his wife
Baptista, you shall see anon, tis a knauish peece of worke, but what of
that ? your Maiestie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches vs not,
let the gauled Iade winch, our withers are vnwrong. This is one Lu-   [2110]
cianus, Nephew to the King.
Enter Lucianus.

  Oph. You are as good as a Chorus my Lord.
  Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue
If I could see the puppets dallying.
  Oph. You are keene my lord, you are keene.
  Ham. It would cost you a groning to take off mine edge.

  Oph. Still better and worse.
  Ham. So you mistake your husbands. Beginne murtherer, leaue   [2120]
thy damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth bellow
for reuenge.

  Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugges fit, and time agreeing,

Considerat season els no creature seeing,
Thou mixture ranck, of midnight weedes collected,
VVith Hecats ban thrice blasted, thrice inuected,
Thy naturall magicke, and dire property,
On wholsome life vsurps immediatly.   [2130]

  Ham. A poysons him i'th Garden for his estate, his names Gonza-
go, the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian, you shall see
anon how the murtherer gets the loue of Gonzagoes wife.

  Oph. The King rises.

  Quee. How fares my Lord?
  Pol. Giue ore the play.
  King. Giue me some light, away.   [2140]
  Pol. Lights, lights, lights.               Exeunt all but Ham. & Horatio.

  Ham. Why let the strooken Deere goe weepe,
The Hart vngauled play,
For some must watch while some must sleepe,
Thus runnes the world away. Would not this sir & a forrest of fea-
thers, if the rest of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouinciall
Roses on my raz'd shooes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players?


  Hora. Halfe a share.
  Ham. A whole one I.
For thou doost know oh Damon deere
This Realme dismantled was
Of Ioue himselfe, and now raignes heere
A very very paiock.
  Hora. You might haue rym'd.
  Ham. O good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand
pound. Did'st perceiue?
  Hora. Very well my Lord.   [2160]
  Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysning.
  Hor. I did very well note him.

  Ham. Ah ha, come some musique, come the Recorders,
For if the King like not the Comedie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
Come, some musique.
Enter Rosencraus and Guyldensterne.
  Guyl. Good my Lord, voutsafe me a word with you.
  Ham. Sir a whole historie.
  Guyl. The King sir.   [2170]
  Ham. I sir, what of him?
  Guyl. Is in his retirement meruilous distempred.
  Ham. With drinke sir?
  Guyl. No my Lord, with choller,
  Ham. Your wisedome should shewe it selfe more richer to signifie
this to the Doctor, for, for mee to put him to his purgation, would
perhaps plunge him into more choller.

  Guyl. Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame,
And stare not so wildly from my affaire.   [2180]
  Ham. I am tame sir, pronounce.
  Guyl. The Queene your mother in most great affliction of spirit,
hath sent me to you.
  Ham. You are welcome.
  Guyl. Nay good my Lord, this curtesie is not of the right breede, if
it shall please you to make me a wholsome aunswere, I will doe your
mothers commaundement, if not, your pardon and my returne, shall
be the end of busines.

  Ham. Sir I cannot.   [2190]
  Ros. What my Lord.
  Ham. Make you a wholsome answer, my wits diseasd, but sir, such
answere as I can make, you shall commaund, or rather as you say, my
mother, therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you say.

  Ros. Then thus she sayes, your behauiour hath strooke her into a-
mazement and admiration.
  Ham. O wonderful sonne that can so stonish a mother, but is there
no sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart.

  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, haue you any
further trade with vs?
  Ros. My Lord, you once did loue me.
  Ham. And doe still by these pickers and stealers.
  Ros. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper, you do sure-
ly barre the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes to
your friend.
  Ham. Sir I lacke aduauncement.   [2210]
  Ros. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King him-
selfe for your succession in Denmarke.
Enter the Players with Recorders.
  Ham. I sir, but while the grasse growes, the prouerbe is something
musty, o the Recorders, let mee see one, to withdraw with you, why
doe you goe about to recouer the wind of mee, as if you would driue
me into a toyle?

  Guyl. O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my loue is too vnmanerly.

  Ham. I do not wel vnderstand that, wil you play vpon this pipe?

  Guyl. My lord I cannot.
  Ham. I pray you.
  Guyl. Beleeue me I cannot.
  Ham. I doe beseech you.
  Guyl. I know no touch of it my Lord.
  Ham. It is as easie as lying; gouerne these ventages with your fin-
gers, & the vmber, giue it breath with your mouth, & it wil discourse
most eloquent musique, looke you, these are the stops.   [2230]

  Guil. But these cannot I commaund to any vttrance of harmonie, I
haue not the skill.
  Ham. Why looke you now how vnwoorthy a thing you make of
me, you would play vpon mee, you would seeme to know my stops,
you would plucke out the hart of my mistery, you would sound mee
from my lowest note to my compasse, and there is much musique ex-
cellent voyce in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak, s'bloud
do you think I am easier to be plaid on then a pipe, call mee what in-   [2240]
strument you wil, though you fret me not, you cannot play vpon me.
God blesse you sir.


Enter Polonius.
  Pol. My Lord, the Queene would speake with you, & presently.

  Ham. Do you see yonder clowd that's almost in shape of a Camel?

  Pol. By'th masse and tis, like a Camell indeed.
  Ham. Mee thinks it is like a Wezell.   [2250]
  Pol. It is backt like a Wezell.
  Ham. Or like a Whale.
  Pol. Very like a Whale.
Then I will come to my mother by and by,
They foole me to the top of my bent, I will come by & by,
Leaue me friends.
I will, say so. By and by is easily said,

Tis now the very witching time of night,
When Churchyards yawne, and hell it selfe breakes out   [2260]
Contagion to this world: now could I drinke hote blood,
And doe such busines as the bitter day
Would quake to looke on: soft, now to my mother,
O hart loose not thy nature, let not euer
The soule of Nero enter this firme bosome,
Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
I will speake dagger to her, but vse none,
My tongue and soule in this be hypocrites,
How in my words someuer she be shent,
To giue them seales neuer my soule consent.               Exit.   [2270]


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 3.2]

Enter King, Rosencraus, and Guyldensterne.
  King. I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs
To let his madnes range, therefore prepare you,
I your commission will forth-with dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you,
The termes of our estate may not endure
Hazerd so neer's as doth hourely grow
Out of his browes.
  Guyl. We will our selues prouide,
Most holy and religious feare it is   [2280]
To keepe those many many bodies safe
That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.
  Ros. The single and peculier life is bound

With all the strength and armour of the mind
To keepe it selfe from noyance, but much more
That spirit, vpon whose weale depends and rests
The liues of many, the cesse of Maiestie
Dies not alone; but like a gulfe doth draw
What's neere it, with it, or it is a massie wheele   [2290]
Fixt on the somnet of the highest mount,
To whose hough spokes, tenne thousand lesser things
Are morteist and adioynd, which when it falls,
Each small annexment petty consequence
Attends the boystrous raine, neuer alone
Did the King sigh, but a generall grone.
  King. Arme you I pray you to this speedy viage,
For we will fetters put about this feare
Which now goes too free-footed.
  Ros. We will hast vs.               Exeunt Gent.   [2300]
Enter Polonius.
  Pol. My Lord, hee's going to his mothers closet,
Behind the Arras I'le conuay my selfe
To heare the processe, I'le warrant shee'letax him home,
And as you sayd, and wisely was it sayd,
Tis meete that some more audience then a mother,
Since nature makes them parciall, should ore-heare
The speech of vantage; farre you well my Leige,
I'le call vpon you ere you goe to bed.
And tell you what I knowe.               Exit.   [2310]
  King. Thankes deere my Lord.
O my offence is ranck, it smels to heauen,
It hath the primall eldest curse vppont,
A brothers murther, pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong entent,
And like a man to double bussines bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first beginne,
And both neglect, what if this cursed hand
Were thicker then it selfe with brothers blood,   [2320]
Is there not raine enough in the sweete Heauens
To wash it white as snowe, whereto serues mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer but this two fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon being downe, then I'le looke vp.
My fault is past, but oh what forme of prayer
Can serue my turne, forgiue me my foule murther,
That cannot be since I am still possest
Of those effects for which I did the murther;   [2330]
My Crowne, mine owne ambition, and my Queene;
May one be pardond and retaine th'offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offences guilded hand may showe by iustice,
And oft tis seene the wicked prize it selfe
Buyes out the lawe, but tis not so aboue,
There is no shufling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we our selues compeld
Euen to the teeth and forhead of our faults
To giue in euidence, what then, what rests,   [2340]
Try what repentance can, what can it not,
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
O wretched state, o bosome blacke as death,
O limed soule, that struggling to be free,
Art more ingaged; helpe Angels make assay,
Bowe stubborne knees, and hart with strings of steale,
Be soft as sinnewes of the new borne babe,
All may be well.
Enter Hamlet.
  Ham. Now might I doe it, but now a is a praying,   [2350]
And now Ile doo't, and so a goes to heauen,
And so am I reuendge, that would be scand
A villaine kills my father, and for that,
I his sole sonne, doe this same villaine send
To heauen.
Why, this is base and silly, not reuendge,
A tooke my father grosly full of bread,
Withall his crimes braod blowne, as flush as May,
And how his audit stands who knowes saue heauen,
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
Tis heauy with him: and am I then reuendged   [2360]
To take him in the purging of his soule,
When he is fit and seasond for his passage?
No.
Vp sword, and knowe thou a more horrid hent,
When he is drunke, a sleepe, or in his rage,
Or in th'incestious pleasure of his bed,
At game a swearing, or about some act
That has no relish of saluation in't,
Then trip him that his heels may kick at heauen,
And that his soule may be as damnd and black
As hell whereto it goes; my mother staies,   [2370]
This phisick but prolongs thy sickly daies.               Exit.
  King. My words fly vp, my thoughts remaine belowe
Words without thoughts neuer to heauen goe.               Exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 3.3]

Enter Gertrard and Polonius.
  Pol. A will come strait, looke you lay home to him,

Tell him his prancks haue beene too braod to beare with,
And that your grace hath screend and stood betweene
Much heate and him, Ile silence me euen heere,
Pray you be round.   [2380]
Enter Hamlet.
  Ger. Ile wait you, feare me not,
With-drawe, I heare him comming.

  Ham. Now mother, what's the matter?
  Ger. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
  Ham. Mother, you haue my father much offended.
  Ger. Come, come, you answere with an idle tongue.
  Ham. Goe, goe, you question with a wicked tongue.
  Ger. Why how now Hamlet?   [2390]
  Ham. What's the matter now?
  Ger. Haue you forgot me?
  Ham. No by the rood not so,
You are the Queene, your husbands brothers wife,
And would it were not so, you are my mother.
  Ger. Nay, then Ile set those to you that can speake.
  Ham. Come, come, and sit you downe, you shall not boudge,

You goe not till I set you vp a glasse
Where you may see the most part of you.   [2400]
  Ger. What wilt thou doe, thou wilt not murther me,
Helpe how.
  Pol. What how helpe.
  Ham. How now, a Rat, dead for a Duckat, dead.
  Pol. O I am slaine.
  Ger. O me, what hast thou done?
  Ham,Nay I knowe not, is it the King?
  Ger. O what a rash and bloody deede is this.
  Ham. A bloody deede, almost as bad, good mother
As kill a King, and marry with his brother.   [2410]
  Ger. As kill a King.
  Ham. I Lady, it was my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding foole farwell,
I tooke thee for thy better, take thy fortune,
Thou find'st to be too busie is some danger,
Leaue wringing of your hands, peace sit you downe,
And let me wring your hart, for so I shall
If it be made of penitrable stuffe,
If damned custome haue not brasd it so,
That it be proofe and bulwark against sence.   [2420]
  Ger. What haue I done, that thou dar'st wagge thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?
  Ham. Such an act
That blurres the grace and blush of modesty,
Cals vertue hippocrit, takes of the Rose
From the faire forhead of an innocent loue,
And sets a blister there, makes marriage vowes
As false as dicers oathes, o such a deede,
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soule, and sweet religion makes   [2430]
A rapsedy of words; heauens face dooes glowe
Ore this solidity and compound masse
With heated visage, as against the doome
Is thought sick at the act
  Quee. Ay me, what act?
  Ham. That roares so low'd, and thunders in the Index,
Looke heere vpon this Picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,
See what a grace was seated on this browe,
Hiperions curles, the front of Ioue himselfe,   [2440]
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command,
A station like the herald Mercury,
New lighted on a heaue, a kissing hill,
A combination, and a forme indeede,
Where euery God did seeme to set his seale
To giue the world assurance of a man,
This was your husband, looke you now what followes,
Heere is your husband like a mildewed eare,
Blasting his wholsome brother, haue you eyes,
Could you on this faire mountaine leaue to feede,   [2450]
And batten on this Moore; ha, haue you eyes?
You cannot call it loue, for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits vppon the iudgement, and what iudgement
Would step from this to this, sence sure youe haue
Els could you not haue motion, but sure that sence
Is appoplext, for madnesse would not erre
Nor sence to extacie was nere so thral'd
But it reseru'd some quantity of choise
To serue in such a difference, what deuill wast
That thus hath cosund you at hodman blind;
Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Eares without hands, or eyes, smelling sance all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sence
Could not so mope: o shame where is thy blush?
Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
To flaming youth let vertue be as wax
And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no shame   [2460]
When the compulsiue ardure giues the charge,
Since frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne,
And reason pardons will.
  Ger. O Hamlet speake no more,
Thou turnst my very eyes into my soule,
And there I see such blacke and greeued spots
As will leaue there their tin'ct.
  Ham. Nay but to liue
In the ranck sweat of an inseemed bed
Stewed in corruption, honying, and making loue   [2470]
Ouer the nasty stie.
  Ger. O speake to me no more,
These words like daggers enter in my eares,
No more sweete Hamlet.
  Ham. A murtherer and a villaine,
A slaue that is not twentith part the kyth
Of your precedent Lord, a vice of Kings,
A cut-purse of the Empire and the rule,
That from a shelfe the precious Diadem stole
And put it in his pocket.   [2480]
  Ger. No more.
Enter Ghost.
  Ham. A King of shreds and patches,
Saue me and houer ore me with your wings
You heauenly gards: what would your gracious figure?
  Ger. Alas hee's mad.
  Ham. Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide,
That lap'st in time and passion lets goe by
Th'important acting of your dread command, o say.
  Ghost. Doe not forget, this visitation   [2490]
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,
But looke, amazement on thy mother sits,
O step betweene her, and her fighting soule,
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest workes,
Speake to her Hamlet.
  Ham. How is it with you Lady?
  Ger. Alas how i'st with you?
That you doe bend your eye on vacancie,
And with th'incorporall ayre doe hold discourse,
Foorth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,   [2500]
And as the sleeping souldiers in th'alarme,
Your bedded haire like life in excrements
Start vp and stand an end, o gentle sonne
Vpon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinckle coole patience, whereon doe you looke?
  Ham. On him, on him, looke you how pale he glares,
His forme and cause conioynd, preaching to stones
Would make them capable, doe not looke vpon me,
Least with this pittious action you conuert
My stearne effects, then what I haue to doe   [2510]
Will want true cullour, teares perchance for blood.
  Ger. To whom doe you speake this?
  Ham. Doe you see nothing there?
  Ger. Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
  Ham. Nor did you nothing heare?
  Ger. No nothing but our selues.
  Ham. Why looke you there, looke how it steales away,
My father in his habit as he liued,
Looke where he goes, euen now out at the portall.               Exit Ghost.
  Ger. This is the very coynage of your braine,   [2520]
This bodilesse creation extacie is very cunning in.

  Ham. My pulse as yours doth temperatly keepe time,
And makes as healthfull musicke, it is not madnesse
That I haue vttred, bring me to the test,
And the matter will reword, which madnesse
Would gambole from, mother for loue of grace,
Lay not that flattering vnction to your soule
That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes,
It will but skin and filme the vlcerous place   [2530]
Whiles ranck corruption mining all within
Infects vnseene, confesse your selfe to heauen,
Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come,
And doe not spread the compost on the weedes
To make them rancker, forgiue me this my vertue,
For in the fatnesse of these pursie times
Vertue it selfe of vice must pardon beg,
Yea curbe and wooe for leaue to doe him good.
  Ger. O Hamlet thou hast cleft my hart in twaine.

  Ham. O throwe away the worser part of it,
And leaue the purer with the other halfe,
Good night, but goe not to my Vncles bed,
Assune a vertue if you haue it not,
That monster custome, who all sence doth eate
Of habits deuill, is angell yet in this
That to the vse of actions faire and good,
He likewise giues a frock or Liuery
That aptly is put on to refraine night,
And that shall lend a kind of easines
To the next abstinence, the next more easie:
For vse almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either the deuill, or throwe him out
With wonderous potency: once more good night,
And when you are desirous to be blest,
Ile blessing beg of you, for this same Lord
I doe repent; but heauen hath pleasd it so
To punish me with this, and this with me,   [2550]
That I must be their scourge and minister,
I will bestowe him and will answere well
The death I gaue him; so againe good night
I must be cruell only to be kinde,
This bad beginnes, and worse remaines behind.
One word more good Lady.
  Ger. What shall I doe?
  Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you doe,
Let the blowt King temp't you againe to bed,
Pinch wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,   [2560]
Or padling in your necke with his damn'd fingers.
Make you to rouell all this matter out
That I essentially am not in madnesse,
But mad in craft, t'were good you let him knowe,
For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
Would from a paddack, from a bat, a gib,
Such deare concernings hide, who would doe so,
No, in dispight of sence and secrecy,
Vnpeg the basket on the houses top,
Let the birds fly, and like the famous Ape,   [2570]
To try conclusions in the basket creepe,
And breake your owne necke downe.
  Ger. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath
And breath of life, I haue no life to breath
What thou hast sayd to me.
  Ham. I must to England, you knowe that.
  Ger. Alack I had forgot.
Tis so concluded on.
  Ham. Ther's letters seald, and my two Schoolefellowes,
Whom I will trust as I will Adders fang'd,
They beare the mandat, they must sweep my way
And marshall me to knauery: let it worke,
For tis the sport to haue the enginer
Hoist with his owne petar, an't shall goe hard
But I will delue one yard belowe their mines,
And blowe them at the Moone: o tis most sweete
When in one line two crafts directly meete,
This man shall set me packing,
Ile lugge the guts into the neighbour roome;
Mother good night indeed, this Counsayler   [2580]
Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
Who was in life a most foolish prating knaue.
Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night mother.               Exit.



[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 3.4]

Eenter King,and Queene, with Rosencraus
and Guyldensterne.
  King. There's matter in these sighes, these profound heaues,
You must translate, tis fit we vnderstand them,
Where is your sonne?   [2590]
  Ger. Bestow this place on vs a little while.
Ah mine owne Lord, what haue I seene to night?
  King. What Gertrard, how dooes Hamlet?
  Ger. Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier, in his lawlesse fit,
Behind the Arras hearing some thing stirre,
Whyps out his Rapier, cryes a Rat, a Rat,
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The vnseene good old man.
  King. O heauy deede!
It had beene so with vs had wee been there,   [2600]
His libertie is full of threates to all,
To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one,
Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answer'd?
It will be layd to vs, whose prouidence
Should haue kept short, restraind, and out of haunt
This mad young man; but so much was our loue,
We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
But like the owner of a foule disease
To keepe it from divulging, let it feede
Euen on the pith of life: where is he gone?   [2610]
  Ger. To draw apart the body he hath kild,
Ore whom, his very madnes like some ore
Among a minerall of mettals base,
Showes it selfe pure, a weepes for what is done.
  King. O Gertrard, come away,
The sunne no sooner shall the mountaines touch,
But we will ship him hence, and this vile deede
We must with all our Maiestie and skill               Enter Ros. & Guild.
Both countenaunce and excuse. Ho Guyldensterne,

Friends both, goe ioyne you with some further ayde,
Hamlet in madnes hath Polonius slaine,
And from his mothers closet hath he dreg'd him,
Goe seeke him out, speake fayre, and bring the body
Into the Chappell; I pray you hast in this,
Come Gertrard, wee'le call vp our wisest friends,
And let them know both what we meane to doe
And whats vntimely doone,
Whose whisper ore the worlds dyameter,
As leuell as the Cannon to his blanck,
Transports his poysned shot, may misse our Name,
And hit the woundlesse ayre, o come away,
My soule is full of discord and dismay.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.1]

Enter Hamlet,Rosencraus, and others.   [2630]
  Ham. Safely stowd, but soft, what noyse, who calls on Hamlet?


O heere they come.
  Ros. What haue you doone my Lord with the dead body?
  Ham. Compound it with dust whereto tis kin.
  Ros. Tell vs where tis that we may take it thence,
And beare it to the Chappell.
  Ham. Doe not beleeue it.
  Ros. Beleeue what.   [2640]
  Ham. That I can keepe your counsaile & not mine owne, besides
to be demaunded of a spunge, what replycation should be made by
the sonne of a King.
  Ros. Take you me for a spunge my Lord?
  Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings countenaunce, his rewards, his
authorities, but such Officers doe the King best seruice in the end, he
keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be
last swallowed, when hee needs what you haue gleand, it is but squee-
sing you, and spunge you shall be dry againe.   [2650]

  Ros. I vnderstand you not my Lord.
  Ham. I am glad of it, a knauish speech sleepes in a foolish eare.

  Ros. My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is, and goe with vs
to the King.
  Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the
body. The King is a thing.
  Guyl. A thing my Lord.
  Ham. Of nothing, bring me to him.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.2]

Enter King, and two or three.
  King. I haue sent to seeke him, and to find the body,
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose,
Yet must not we put the strong Law on him,
Hee's lou'd of the distracted multitude,
VVho like not in their iudgement, but theyr eyes,
And where tis so, th'offenders scourge is wayed
But neuer the offence: to beare all smooth and euen,
This suddaine sending him away must seeme
Deliberate pause, diseases desperat growne,   [2670]
By desperat applyance are relieu'd
Or not at all.
Enter Rosencraus and all the rest.
  King. How now, what hath befalne?
  Ros. Where the dead body is bestowd my Lord
VVe cannot get from him.
  King. But where is hee?
  Ros. Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.

  King. Bring him before vs.
  Ros. How, bring in the Lord.               They enter.   [2680]

  King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
  Ham. At supper.
  King. At supper, where.
  Ham. Not where he eates, but where a is eaten, a certaine conua-
cation of politique wormes are een at him: your worme is your onely
Emperour for dyet, we fat all creatures els to fat vs, and wee fat our
selues for maggots, your fat King and your leane begger is but varia-
ble seruice, two dishes but to one table, that's the end.
  King. Alas, alas.
  Ham. A man may fish with the worme that hath eate of a King, &
eate of the fish that hath fedde of that worme.
  King.King. VVhat doost thou meane by this?
  Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may goe a progresse
through the guts of a begger.
  King. Where is Polonius?
  Ham. In heauen, send thether to see, if your messenger finde him
not thrre, seeke him i'th other place your selfe, but if indeed you find
him not within this month, you shall nose him as you goe vp the
stayres into the Lobby.
  King. Goe seeke him there.
  Ham. A will stay till you come.   [2700]
  King. Hamlet this deede for thine especiall safety
Which we do tender, as we deerely grieue
For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence.
Therefore prepare thy selfe,
The Barck is ready, and the wind at helpe,
Th'associats tend, and euery thing is bent
For England.
  Ham. For England.
  King. I Hamlet.
  Ham. Good.   [2710]
  King. So is it if thou knew'st our purposes.
  Ham. I see a Cherub that sees thê, but come for England,
Farewell deere Mother.
  King. Thy louing Father Hamlet.
  Ham. My mother, Father and Mother is man and wife,
Man and wife is one flesh, so my mother:
Come for England.               Exit.
  King. Follow him at foote,
Tempt him with speede abord,
Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.   [2720]
Away, for euery thing is seald and done
That els leanes on th'affayre, pray you make hast,
And England, if my loue thou hold'st at ought,
As my great power thereof may giue thee sence,
Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red,
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Payes homage to vs, thou mayst not coldly set
Our soueraigne processe, which imports at full
By Letters congruing to that effect
The present death of Hamlet, doe it England,   [2730]
For like the Hectique in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me; till I know tis done,
How ere my haps, my ioyes will nere begin.               Exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.3]

Enter Fortinbrasse with his Army ouer the stage.
  Fortin. Goe Captaine, from me greet the Danish King,
Tell him, that by his lycence Fortinbrasse
Craues the conueyance of a promisd march
Ouer his kingdome, you know the randeuous,
If that his Maiestie would ought with vs,
We shall expresse our dutie in his eye,   [2740]
And let him know so.
  Cap. I will doo't my Lord.
  For. Goe softly on.
Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c.
  Ham. Good sir whose powers are these?
  Cap. They are of Norway sir.
  Ham. How purposd sir I pray you?
  Cap. Against some part of Poland.
  Ham. Who commaunds them sir?
  Cap. The Nephew to old Norway, Fortenbrasse.
  Ham. Goes it against the maine of Poland sir,
Or for some frontire?
  Cap. Truly to speake, and with no addition,
We goe to gaine a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name
To pay fiue duckets, fiue I would not farme it;
Nor will it yeeld to Norway or the Pole
A rancker rate, should it be sold in fee.
  Ham. Why then the Pollacke neuer will defend it.
  Cap. Yes, it is already garisond.
  Ham. Two thousand soules, & twenty thousand duckets
VVill not debate the question of this straw,
This is th'Imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breakes, and showes no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thanke you sir.
  Cap. God buy you sir.
  Ros. Wil't please you goe my Lord?
  Ham. Ile be with you straight, goe a little before.
How all occasions doe informe against me,
And spur my dull reuenge. What is a man
If his chiefe good and market of his time
Be but to sleepe and feede, a beast, no more:
Sure he that made vs with such large discourse
Looking before and after, gaue vs not
That capabilitie and god-like reason
To fust in vs vnvsd, now whether it be
Bestiall obliuion, or some crauen scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th'euent,
A thought which quarterd hath but one part wisedom,
And euer three parts coward, I doe not know
Why yet I liue to say this thing's to doe,
Sith I haue cause, and will, and strength, and meanes
To doo't; examples grosse as earth exhort me,
Witnes this Army of such masse and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender Prince,
Whose spirit with diuine ambition puft,
Makes mouthes at the invisible euent,
Exposing what is mortall, and vnsure,
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Euen for an Egge-shell. Rightly to be great,
Is not to stirre without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrell in a straw
When honour's at the stake, how stand I then
That haue a father kild, a mother staind,
Excytements of my reason, and my blood,
And let all sleepe, while to my shame I see
The iminent death of twenty thousand men,
That for a fantasie and tricke of fame
Goe to their graues like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tombe enough and continent
To hide the slaine, o from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.               Exit.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.4]

Enter Horatio, Gertrard,and a Gentleman.
  Quee. I will not speake with her.
  Gent. Shee is importunat,
Indeede distract, her moode will needes be pittied.
  Quee. What would she haue?
  Gent. She speakes much of her father, sayes she heares
There's tricks i'th world, and hems, and beates her hart,   [2750]
Spurnes enuiously at strawes, speakes things in doubt
That carry but halfe sence, her speech is nothing,
Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue
The hearers to collection, they yawne at it,
And botch the words vp fit to theyr owne thoughts,
Which as her wincks, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,
Indeede would make one thinke there might be thought
Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.
  Hora. Twere good she were spoken with, for shee may strew
Dangerous coniectures in ill breeding mindes,   [2760]
Let her come in.
Enter Ophelia.
  Quee. `To my sicke soule, as sinnes true nature is,
`Each toy seemes prologue to some great amisse,
`So full of artlesse iealousie is guilt,
`It spills it selfe, in fearing to be spylt.

  Oph. Where is the beautious Maiestie of Denmarke?
  Quee. How now Ophelia?               shee sings.
  Oph. How should I your true loue know from another one,
    By his cockle hat and staffe, and his Sendall shoone.   [2770]
  Quee. Alas sweet Lady, what imports this song?
  Oph. Say you, nay pray you marke,
    He is dead & gone Lady, he is dead and gone,               Song.
    At his head a grasgreene turph, at his heeles a stone.
O ho.
  Quee. Nay but Ophelia.
  Oph. Pray you marke. White his shrowd as the mountaine snow.
Enter King.
  Quee. Alas looke heere my Lord.
  Oph. Larded all with sweet flowers,   [2780]
    Which beweept to the ground did not go               Song.
    With true loue showers.
  King. How doe you pretty Lady?
  Oph. Well good dild you, they say the Owle was a Bakers daugh-
ter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
God be at your table.
  King. Conceit vpon her Father.
  Oph. Pray lets haue no words of this, but when they aske you
what it meanes, say you this.
    To morrow is S. Valentines day,               Song.   [2790]
    All in the morning betime,   [2790]
    And I a mayde at your window
    To be your Valentine.
    Then vp he rose, and dond his close, and dupt the chamber doore,
    Let in the maide, that out a maide, neuer departed more.
  King. Pretty Ophelia.
  Oph. Indeede without an oath Ile make an end on't,
    By gis and by Saint Charitie,
    alack and fie for shame,
    Young men will doo't if they come too't,
    by Cock they are too blame.
    Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, you promisd me to wed,   [2800]

    (He answers.) So would I a done by yonder sunne
    And thou hadst not come to my bed.
  King. How long hath she beene thus ?
  Oph. I hope all will be well, we must be patient, but I cannot chuse
but weepe to thinke they would lay him i'th cold ground, my brother
shall know of it, and so I thanke you for your good counsaile. Come
my Coach, God night Ladies, god night.
Sweet Ladyes god night, god night.

  King. Follow her close, giue her good watch I pray you.

O this is the poyson of deepe griefe, it springs all from her Fathers
death, and now behold, o Gertrard, Gertrard,
When sorrowes come, they come not single spyes,
But in battalians : first her Father slaine,
Next, your sonne gone, and he most violent Author
Of his owne iust remoue, the people muddied
Thick and vnwholsome in thoughts, and whispers
For good Polonius death : and we haue done but greenly   [2820]
In hugger mugger to inter him: poore Ophelia
Deuided from herselfe, and her faire iudgement,
VVithout the which we are pictures, or meere beasts,
Last, and as much contayning as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from Fraunce,
Feeds on this wonder, keepes himselfe in clowdes,
And wants not buzzers to infect his eare
With pestilent speeches of his fathers death,
Wherein necessity of matter beggerd,
Will nothing stick our person to arraigne   [2830]
In eare and eare: o my deare Gertrard, this
Like to a murdring peece in many places
Giues me superfluous death.               A noise within.
Enter a Messenger.

  King. Attend, where is my Swissers, let them guard the doore,
What is the matter?
  Messen. Saue your selfe my Lord.
The Ocean ouer-peering of his list
Eates not the flats with more impitious hast   [2840]
Then young Laertes in a riotous head
Ore-beares your Officers: the rabble call him Lord,
And as the world were now but to beginne,
Antiquity forgot, custome not knowne,
The ratifiers and props of euery word,
The cry choose we, Laertes shall be King,
Caps, hands, and tongues applau'd it to the clouds,
Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
  Quee. How cheerefully on the false traile they cry.               A noise within.
O this is counter you false Danish dogges.   [2850]
Enter Laertes with others.
  King. The doores are broke.
  Laer. Where is this King? sirs stand you all without.
  All. No lets come in.
  Laer. I pray you giue me leaue.
  All. VVe will, we will.
  Laer. I thanke you, keepe the doore, o thou vile King,
Giue me my father.
  Quee. Calmely good Laertes.
  Laer. That drop of blood thats calme proclames me Bastard,   [2860]

Cries cuckold to my father, brands the Harlot
Euen heere betweene the chast vnsmirched browe
Of my true mother.
  King. VVhat is the cause Laertes
That thy rebellion lookes so gyant like?
Let him goe Gertrard, doe not feare our person,
There's such diuinitie doth hedge a King,
That treason can but peepe to what it would,
Act's little of his will, tell me Laertes   [2870]
Why thou art thus incenst, let him goe Gertrard.
Speake man.
  Laer. Where is my father?
  King. Dead.
  Quee. But not by him.
  King. Let him demaund his fill.
  Laer. How came he dead, I'le not be iugled with,
To hell allegiance, vowes to the blackest deuill,
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit
I dare damnation, to this poynt I stand,   [2880]
That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
Let come what comes, onely I'le be reueng'd
Most throughly for my father.
  King. Who shall stay you?
  Laer. My will, not all the worlds:
And for my meanes I'le husband them so well,
They shall goe farre with little.
  King. Good Laertes, if you desire to know the certainty

Of your deere Father, i'st writ in your reuenge,   [2890]
That soopstake, you will draw both friend and foe
Winner and looser.
  Laer. None but his enemies,
  King. Will you know them then?
  Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes,
And like the kind life-rendring Pelican,
Repast them with my blood.
  King. Why now you speake
Like a good child, and a true Gentleman.
That I am guiltlesse of your fathers death,   [2900]
And am most sencibly in griefe for it,
It shall as leuell to your iudgement peare
As day dooes to your eye.               A noyse within.
Enter Ophelia
  Laer. Let her come in.
How now, what noyse is that?
O heate, dry vp my braines, teares seauen times salt
Burne out the sence and vertue of mine eye,
By heauen thy madnes shall be payd with weight
Tell our scale turne the beame. O Rose of May,   [2910]
Deere mayd, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,
O heauens, ist possible a young maids wits
Should be as mortall as a poore mans life.



  Oph. They bore him bare-faste on the Beere,               Song.

    And in his graue rain'd many a teare,
Fare you well my Doue.   [2920]
  Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and did'st perswade reuenge
It could not mooue thus.
  Oph. You must sing a downe a downe,
And you call him a downe a. O how the wheele becomes it,
It is the false Steward that stole his Maisters daughter.
  Laer. This nothing's more then matter.
  Oph. There's Rosemary, thats for remembrance, pray you loue re-
member, and there is Pancies, thats for thoughts.

  Laer. A document in madnes, thoughts and remembrance fitted.   [2930]

  Ophe. There's Fennill for you, and Colembines, there's Rewe for
you, & heere's some for me, we may call it herbe of Grace a Sondaies,
you may weare your Rewe with a difference, there's a Dasie, I would
giue you some Violets, but they witherd all when my Father dyed,
they say a made a good end.

For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
  Laer. Thought and afflictions, passion, hell it selfe
She turnes to fauour and to prettines.   [2940]
  Oph. And wil a not come againe,               Song.
    And wil a not come againe,
    No, no, he is dead, goe to thy death bed,
    He neuer will come againe.
    His beard was as white as snow,
    Flaxen was his pole,
    He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
    God a mercy on his soule, and of all Christians soules,

God buy you.   [2950]
  Laer. Doe you this o God.
  King. Laertes, I must commune with your griefe,
Or you deny me right, goe but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall heare and iudge twixt you and me,
If by direct, or by colaturall hand
They find vs toucht, we will our kingdome giue,
Our crowne, our life, and all that we call ours
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to vs,   [2960]
And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule
To giue it due content.
  Laer. Let this be so.
His meanes of death, his obscure funerall,
No trophe sword, nor hatchment ore his bones,
No noble right, nor formall ostentation,
Cry to be heard as twere from heauen to earth,
That I must call't in question.
  King. So you shall,
And where th'offence is, let the great axe fall.   [2970]
I pray you goe with me.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.5]

Enter Horatioand others.
  Hora. VVhat are they that would speake with me?
  Gent. Sea-faring men sir, they say they haue Letters for you.
  Hor. Let them come in.
I doe not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted. If not from Lord Hamlet.               Enter Saylers.

  Say. God blesse you sir.
  Hora. Let him blesse thee to.   [2980]
  Say. A shall sir and please him, there's a Letter for you sir, it came
frõ th'Embassador that was bound for England, if your name be Ho-
ratio, as I am let to know it is.


  Hor. Horatio, when thou shalt haue ouer-lookt this, giue these fel-
lowes some meanes to the King, they haue Letters for him: Ere wee
were two daies old at Sea, a Pyrat of very warlike appointment gaue
vs chase, finding our selues too slow of saile, wee put on a compelled
valour, and in the grapple I boorded them, on the instant they got   [2990]
cleere of our shyp, so I alone became theyr prisoner, they haue dealt
with me like thieues of mercie, but they knew what they did, I am to
doe a turne for them, let the King haue the Letters I haue sent, and
repayre thou to me with as much speede as thou wouldest flie death,
I haue wordes to speake in thine eare will make thee dumbe, yet are
they much too light for the bord of the matter, these good fellowes
will bring thee where I am, Rosencraus and Guyldensterne hold theyr
course for England, of them I haue much to tell thee, farewell.
                                          Sothat thou knowest thine Hamlet.



  Hor. Come I will you way for these your letters,
And doo't the speedier that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.6]

Enter King and Laertes.
  King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seale,
And you must put me in your hart for friend,
Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare,
That he which hath your noble father slaine   [3010]
Pursued my life.
  Laer. It well appeares: but tell mee
Why you proceede not against these feates
So criminall and so capitall in nature,
As by your safetie, greatnes, wisdome, all things els
You mainely were stirr'd vp.
  King. O for two speciall reasons
Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnow'd,
But yet to mee tha'r strong, the Queene his mother
Liues almost by his lookes, and for my selfe,   [3020]
My vertue or my plague, be it eyther which,
She is so concliue to my life and soule,
That as the starre mooues not but in his sphere
I could not but by her, the other motiue,
Why to a publique count I might not goe,
Is the great loue the generall gender beare him,
Who dipping all his faults in theyr affection,
Worke like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Conuert his Giues to graces, so that my arrowes
Too slightly tymberd for so loued Arm'd,   [3030]
Would haue reuerted to my bowe againe,
But not where I haue aym'd them.
  Laer. And so haue I a noble father lost,
A sister driuen into desprat termes,
Whose worth, if prayses may goe backe againe
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections, but my reuenge will come.
  King. Breake not your sleepes for that, you must not thinke

That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull,   [3040]
That we can let our beard be shooke with danger,
And thinke it pastime, you shortly shall heare more,
I loued your father, and we loue our selfe,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine.
Enter a Messenger with Letters.

  Messen. These to your Maiestie, this to the Queene.

  King. From Hamlet, who brought them?
  Mess. Saylers my Lord they say, I saw them not,   [3050]
They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiued them
Of him that brought them.
  King. Laertes you shall heare them: leaue vs.
High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom,
to morrow shall I begge leaue to see your kingly eyes, when I shal first
asking you pardon, there-vnto recount the occasion of my suddaine
returne.

  King. What should this meane, are all the rest come backe,
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?   [3060]
  Laer. Know you the hand?
  King. Tis Hamlets caracter. Naked,
And in a postscript heere he sayes alone,
Can you deuise me?
  Laer. I am lost in it my Lord, but let him come,
It warmes the very sicknes in my hart
That I liue and tell him to his teeth
Thus didst thou.
  King. If it be so Laertes,
As how should it be so, how otherwise,
Will you be rul'd by me?
  Laer. I my Lord, so you will not ore-rule me to a peace.   [3070]
  King. To thine owne peace, if he be now returned
As the King at his voyage, and that he meanes
No more to vndertake it, I will worke him
To an exployt, now ripe in my deuise,
Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall:
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practise,
And call it accedent.
  Laer. My Lord I will be rul'd,
The rather if you could deuise it so
That I might be the organ.
  King. It falls right,
You haue beene talkt of since your trauaile much,
And that in Hamlets hearing, for a qualitie
Wherein they say you shine, your summe of parts
Did not together plucke such enuie from him
As did that one, and that in my regard
Of the vnworthiest siedge.
  Laer. What part is that my Lord?
  King. A very ribaud in the cap of youth,
Yet needfull to, for youth no lesse becomes
The light and carelesse liuery that it weares
Then setled age, his sables, and his weedes
Importing health and grauenes; two months since
Heere was a gentleman of Normandy,
I haue seene my selfe, and seru'd against the French,   [3080]
And they can well on horsebacke, but this gallant
Had witch-craft in't, he grew vnto his seate,
And to such wondrous dooing brought his horse,
As had he beene incorp'st, and demy natur'd
With the braue beast, so farre he topt me thought,
That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks
Come short of what he did.
  Laer. A Norman wast?
  King. A Norman.
  Laer. Vppon my life Lamord.   [3090]
  King. The very same.
  Laer. I know him well, he is the brooch indeed
And Iem of all the Nation.
  King. He made confession of you,
And gaue you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your Rapier most especiall,
That he cride out t'would be a sight indeed
If one could match you; the Scrimures of their nation
He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you opposd them; sir this report of his
Did Hamlet so enuenom with his enuy,   [3100]
That he could nothing doe but wish and beg
Your sodaine comming ore to play with you.
Now out of this.
  Laer. What out of this my Lord?
  King. Laertes was your father deare to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrowe,
A face without a hart?
  Laer. Why aske you this?
  King. Not that I thinke you did not loue your father,
But that I knowe, loue is begunne by time,   [3110]
And that I see in passages of proofe,
Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it,
There liues within the very flame of loue
A kind of weeke or snufe that will abate it,
And nothing is at a like goodnes still,
For goodnes growing to a plurisie,
Dies in his owne too much, that we would doe
We should doe when we would: for this would changes,
And hath abatements and delayes as many,
As there are tongues, are hands, are accedents,
And then this should is like a spend thirfts sigh,
That hurts by easing; but to the quick of th'vlcer,
Hamlet comes back, what would you vndertake
To showe your selfe indeede your fathers sonne
More then in words?
  Laer. To cut his thraot i'th Church.
  King. No place indeede should murther sanctuarise,
Reuendge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes
Will you doe this, keepe close within your chamber,
Hamlet return'd, shall knowe you are come home,   [3120]
Weele put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the fame
The french man gaue you, bring you in fine together
And wager ore your heads; he being remisse,
Most generous, and free from all contriuing,
Will not peruse the foyles, so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword vnbated, and in a pace of practise
Requite him for your Father.
  Laer. I will doo't,   [3130]
And for purpose, Ile annoynt my sword.
I bought an vnction of a Mountibanck
So mortall, that but dippe a knife in it,
Where it drawes blood, no Cataplasme so rare,
Collected from all simples that haue vertue
Vnder the Moone, can saue the thing from death
That is but scratcht withall, Ile tutch my point
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, it may be death.

  King. Lets further thinke of this.   [3140]
Wey what conuenience both of time and meanes
May fit vs to our shape if this should fayle,
And that our drift looke through our bad performance,
Twere better not assayd, therefore this proiect,
Should haue a back or second that might hold
If this did blast in proofe; soft let me see,
Wee'le make a solemne wager on your cunnings,
I hate, when in your motion you are hote and dry,
As make your bouts more violent to that end,
And that he calls for drinke, Ile haue prefard him   [3150]
A Challice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
If he by chaunce escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there; but stay, what noyse?
Enter Queene.
  Quee. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele,
So fast they follow; your Sisters drownd Laertes.
  Laer. Drown'd, o where?
  Quee. There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
That showes his horry leaues in the glassy streame,
Therewith fantastique garlands did she make   [3160]
Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long Purples
That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name,
But our cull-cold maydes doe dead mens fingers call them.
There on the pendant boughes her cronet weedes
Clambring to hang, an enuious sliuer broke,
When downe her weedy trophies and her selfe
Fell in the weeping Brooke, her clothes spred wide,
And Marmaide like awhile they bore her vp,
Which time she chaunted snatches of old laudes,
As one incapable of her owne distresse,   [3170]
Or like a creature natiue and indewed
Vnto that elament, but long it could not be
Till that her garments heauy with theyr drinke,
Puld the poore wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
  Laer. Alas, then she is drownd.
  Quee. Drownd, drownd.
  Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet
It is our tricke, nature her custome holds,   [3180]
Let shame say what it will, when these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adiew my Lord,
I haue a speech a fire that faine would blase,
But that this folly drownes it.               Exit.
  King. Let's follow Gertrard,
How much I had to doe to calme his rage,
Now feare I this will giue it start againe,
Therefore lets follow.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 4.7]

Enter two Clownes.
  Clowne. Is shee to be buried in Christian buriall, when she wilfully   [3190]
seekes her owne saluation?
  Other. I tell thee she is, therfore make her graue straight, the crow-
ner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian buriall.

  Clowne. How can that be, vnlesse she drown'd herselfe in her owne
defence.
  Other. Why tis found so.
  Clowne. It must be so offended, it cannot be els, for heere lyes the
poynt, if I drowne my selfe wittingly, it argues an act, & an act hath
three branches, it is to act, to doe, to performe, or all; she drownd her   [3200]
selfe wittingly.

  Other. Nay, but heare you good man deluer.
  Clowne. Giue mee leaue, here lyes the water, good, here stands the
man, good, if the man goe to this water & drowne himselfe, it is will
he, nill he, he goes, marke you that, but if the water come to him, &
drowne him, he drownes not himselfe, argall, he that is not guilty of
his owne death, shortens not his owne life.

  Other. But is this law?   [3210]
  Clowne. I marry i'st, Crowners quest law.
  Other. Will you ha the truth an't, if this had not beene a gentlewo-
man, she should haue been buried out a christian buriall.

  Clowne. Why there thou sayst, and the more pitty that great folke
should haue countnaunce in this world to drowne or hang thoêselues,
more then theyr euen Christen: Come my spade, there is no aunci-
ent gentlemen but Gardners, Ditchers, and Grauemakers, they hold
vp Adams profession.

  Other. Was he a gentleman?
  Clowne. A was the first that euer bore Armes.




Ile put another question to thee, if thou answerest me not to the pur-
pose, confesse thy selfe.
  Other. Goe to.
  Clow. What is he that builds stronger then eyther the Mason, the   [3230]
Shypwright, or the Carpenter.
  Other. The gallowes maker, for that out-liues a thousand tenants.

  Clowne. I like thy wit well in good fayth, the gallowes dooes well,
but howe dooes it well? It dooes well to those that do ill, nowe thou
doost ill to say the gallowes is built stronger then the Church, argall,
the gallowes may doo well to thee. Too't againe, come.

  Other. VVho buildes stronger then a Mason, a Shipwright, or a
Carpenter.   [3240]
  Clowne. I, tell me that and vnyoke.
  Other. Marry now I can tell.
  Clowne. Too't.
  Other. Masse I cannot tell.

  Clow. Cudgell thy braines no more about it, for your dull asse wil
not mend his pace with beating, and when you are askt this question
next, say a graue-maker, the houses hee makes lasts till Doomesday.
Goe get thee in, and fetch mee a soope of liquer.


    In youth when I did loue did loue,               Song.
    Me thought it was very sweet
    To contract o the time for a my behoue,
    O me thought there a was nothing a meet.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
  Ham. Has this fellowe no feeling of his busines? a sings in graue-
making.
  Hora. Custome hath made it in him a propertie of easines.

  Ham. Tis een so, the hand of little imploiment hath the dintier sence   [3260]


  Clow. But age with his stealing steppes               Song.
    hath clawed me in his clutch,
    And hath shipped me into the land,
    as if I had neuer been such.
  Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once, how the
knaue iowles it to the ground, as if twere Caines iawbone, that did the
first murder, this might be the pate of a pollitician, which this asse now
ore-reaches; one that would circumuent God, might it not?   [3270]

  Hora. It might my Lord.
  Ham. Or of a Courtier, which could say good morrow sweet lord,
how doost thou sweet lord? This might be my Lord such a one, that
praised my lord such a ones horse when a went to beg it, might it not?

  Hor. I my Lord.
  Ham. Why een so, & now my Lady wormes Choples, & knockt
about the massene with a Sextens spade; heere's fine reuolution and
we had the tricke to see't, did these bones cost no more the breeding,   [3280]
but to play at loggits with them: mine ake to thinke on't.



  Clow. A pickax and a spade a spade,               Song.
    for and a shrowding sheet,
    O a pit of Clay for to be made
    for such a guest is meet.
  Ham. There's another, why may not that be the skull of a Lawyer,
where be his quiddities now, his quillites, his cases, his tenurs, and his   [3290]
tricks? why dooes he suffer this madde knaue now to knocke him a-
bout the sconce with a durtie shouell, and will not tell him of his acti-
on of battery, hum, this fellowe might be in's time a great buyer of
Land, with his Statuts, his recognisances, his fines, his double vou-
chers, his recoueries, to haue his fine pate full of fine durt, will vou-
chers vouch him no more of his purchases & doubles then the length
and breadth of a payre of Indentures? The very conueyances of his   [3300]
Lands will scarcely lye in this box, & must th'inheritor himselfe haue
no more, ha.




  Hora. Not a iot more my Lord.
  Ham. Is not Parchment made of sheepe-skinnes?
  Hora. I my Lord, and of Calues-skinnes to.
  Ham. They are Sheepe and Calues which seeke out assurance in
that, I wil speak to this fellow. Whose graue's this sirra ?

  Clow. Mine sir, or a pit of clay for to be made.   [3310]


  Ham. I thinke it be thine indeede, for thou lyest in't.
  Clow. You lie out ont sir, and therefore tis not yours; for my part I
doe not lie in't, yet it is mine.
  Ham. Thou doost lie in't to be in't & say it is thine, tis for the dead,
not for the quicke, therefore thou lyest.

  Clow. Tis a quicke lye sir, twill away againe from me to you.

  Ham. What man doost thou digge it for?
  Clow. For no man sir.
  Ham. What woman then?
  Clow. For none neither.
  Ham. Who is to be buried in't?
  Clow. One that was a woman sir, but rest her soule shee's dead.

  Ham. How absolute the knaue is, we must speake by the card, or
equiuocation will vndoo vs. By the Lord Horatio, this three yeeres I
haue tooke note of it, the age is growne so picked, that the toe of the   [3330]
pesant coms so neere the heele of the Courtier he galls his kybe. How
long hast thou been Graue-maker?

  Clow. Of the dayes i'th yere I came too't that day that our last king
Hamlet ouercame Fortenbrasse.
  Ham. How long is that since?
  Clow. Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that, it was that
very day that young Hamlet was borne: hee that is mad and sent into
England.
  Ham. I marry, why was he sent into England?   [3340]
  Clow. Why because a was mad: a shall recouer his wits there, or if
a doo not, tis no great matter there.
  Ham. Why?
  Clow. Twill not be seene in him there, there the men are as mad

  Ham. How came he mad?               (as hee.
  Clow. Very strangely they say.
  Ham. How strangely?
  Clow. Fayth eene with loosing his wits.
  Ham. Vpon what ground?   [3350]
  Clow. Why heere in Denmarke: I haue been Sexten heere man
and boy thirty yeeres.
  Ham. How long will a man lie i'th earth ere he rot?
  Clow. Fayth if a be not rotten before a die, as we haue many poc-
kie corses, that will scarce hold the laying in, a will last you som eyght
yeere, or nine yeere. A Tanner will last you nine yeere.

  Ham. Why he more then another?
  Clow. Why sir, his hide is so tand with his trade, that a will keepe
out water a great while; & your water is a sore decayer of your whor-   [3360]
son dead body, heer's a scull now hath lyen you i'th earth 23. yeeres.

  Ham. Whose was it?
  Clow. A whorson mad fellowes it was, whose do you think it was?

  Ham. Nay I know not.
  Clow. A pestilence on him for a madde rogue, a pourd a flagon of
Renish on my head once; this same skull sir, was sir Yoricks skull, the
Kings Iester.
  Ham. This?   [3370]
  Clow. Een that.
  Ham. Alas poore Yoricke, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite
iest, of most excellent fancie, hee hath bore me on his backe a thou-
sand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my gorge
rises at it. Heere hung those lyppes that I haue kist I know not howe
oft, where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your songs, your fla-
shes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roare, not one
now to mocke your owne grinning, quite chopfalne. Now get you
to my Ladies table, & tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this fa-   [3380]
uour she must come, make her laugh at that.
Prethee Horatio tell me one thing.


  Hora. What's that my Lord?
  Ham. Doost thou thinke Alexander lookt a this fashion i'th earth?

  Hora. Een so.
  Ham. And smelt so pah.
  Hora. Een so my Lord.
  Ham. To what base vses wee may returne Horatio? Why may not   [3390]
imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till a find it stopping
a bunghole?
  Hor. Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.
  Ham. No faith, not a iot, but to follow him thether with modesty
enough, and likelyhood to leade it. Alexander dyed, Alexander was
buried, Alexander returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth vvee
make Lome, & why of that Lome whereto he was conuerted, might
they not stoppe a Beare-barrell?

Imperious Caesar dead, and turn'd to Clay,   [3400]
Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the wind away.
O that that earth which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall t'expell the waters flaw.
But soft, but soft awhile, here comes the King,               Enter K. Q.


The Queene, the Courtiers, who is this they follow?               Laertes and
And with such maimed rites? this doth betoken,               the corse.
The corse they follow, did with desprat hand
Foredoo it owne life, twas of some estate,   [3410]
Couch we a while and marke.
  Laer. What Ceremonie els?
  Ham. That is Laertes a very noble youth, marke.
  Laer. What Ceremonie els?
  Doct. Her obsequies haue been as farre inlarg'd
As we haue warrantie, her death was doubtfull,
And but that great commaund ore-swayes the order,
She should in ground vnsanctified been lodg'd
Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
Flints and peebles should be throwne on her:   [3420]
Yet heere she is allow'd her virgin Crants,
Her mayden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and buriall.
  Laer. Must there no more be doone?
  Doct. No more be doone.
We should prophane the seruice of the dead;
To sing a Requiem and such rest to her
As to peace-parted soules.
  Laer. Lay her i'th earth,
And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh   [3430]
May Violets spring: I tell thee churlish Priest,
A ministring Angell shall my sister be
When thou lyest howling.
  Ham. What, the faire Ophelia.
  Quee. Sweets to the sweet, farewell,
I hop't thou should'st haue been my Hamlets wife,
I thought thy bride-bed to haue deckt sweet maide,
And not haue strew'd thy graue.
  Laer. O treble woe
Fall tenne times double on that cursed head,   [3440]
Whose wicked deede thy most ingenious sence
Depriued thee of, hold off the earth a while,
Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes;

Now pile your dust vpon the quicke and dead,
Till of this flat a mountaine you haue made
To'retop old Pelion, or the skyesh head
Of blew Olympus.
  Ham. What is he whose griefe
Beares such an emphesis, whose phrase of sorrow   [3450]
Coniures the wandring starres, and makes them stand
Like wonder wounded hearers: this is I
Hamlet the Dane.
  Laer. The deuill take thy soule.

  Ham. Thou pray'st not well, I prethee take thy fingers
For though I am not spleenatiue rash,   (from my throat,
Yet haue I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wisedome feare; hold off thy hand,
  King. Pluck them a sunder.   [3460]
  Quee. Hamlet, Hamlet.
  All. Gentlemen.
  Hora. Good my Lord be quiet.
  Ham. Why, I will fight with him vpon this theame
Vntill my eye-lids will no longer wagge.
  Quee. O my sonne, what theame?
  Ham. I loued Ophelia, forty thousand brothers
Could not with all theyr quantitie of loue
Make vp my summe. What wilt thou doo for her.
  King. O he is mad Laertes.
  Quee. For loue of God forbeare him.   [3470]
  Ham. S'wounds shew me what th'owt doe:
Woo't weepe, woo't fight, woo't fast, woo't teare thy selfe,
Woo't drinke vp Esill, eate a Crocadile?
Ile doo't, doost come heere to whine?
To out-face me with leaping in her graue,
Be buried quicke with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of mountaines, let them throw
Millions of Acres on vs, till our ground
Sindging his pate against the burning Zone
Make Ossa like a wart, nay and thou'lt mouthe,   [3480]
Ile rant as well as thou.
  Quee. This is meere madnesse,
And this a while the fit will worke on him,
Anon as patient as the female Doue
When that her golden cuplets are disclosed
His silence will sit drooping.
  Ham. Heare you sir,
What is the reason that you vse me thus?
I lou'd you euer, but it is no matter,
Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may   [3490]
The Cat will mew, and Dogge will haue his day.               Exit Hamlet
  King. I pray thee good Horatio waite vpon him.               and Horatio.
Strengthen your patience in our last nights speech,
Weele put the matter to the present push:
Good Gertrard set some watch ouer your sonne,
This graue shall haue a liuing monument,
An houre of quiet thereby shall we see
Tell then in patience our proceeding be.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Quarto 2) Scene 5.1]

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
  Ham. So much for this sir, now shall you see the other,   [3500]
You doe remember all the circumstance.
  Hora. Remember it my Lord.
  Ham. Sir in my hart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleepe, my thought I lay
Worse then the mutines in the bilbo, rashly,
And praysd be rashnes for it: let vs knowe,
Our indiscretion sometime serues vs well
When our deepe plots doe fall, & that should learne vs
Ther's a diuinity that shapes our ends,
Rough hew them how we will.   [3510]
  Hora. That is most certaine.
  Ham. Vp from my Cabin,
My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke
Gropt I to find out them, had my desire,
Fingard their packet, and in fine with-drew
To mine owne roome againe, making so bold
My feares forgetting manners to vnfold
Their graund commission; where I found Horatio
A royall knauery, an exact command
Larded with many seuerall sorts of reasons,   [3520]
Importing Denmarkes health, and Englands to,
With hoe such bugges and goblines in my life,
That on the superuise no leasure bated,
No not to stay the grinding of the Axe,
My head should be strooke off.
  Hora. I'st possible?
  Ham. Heeres the commission, read it at more leasure,
But wilt thou heare now how I did proceed.
  Hora. I beseech you.
  Ham. Being thus benetted round with villaines,   [3530]
Or I could make a prologue to my braines,
They had begunne the play, I sat me downe,
Deuisd a new commission, wrote it faire,
I once did hold it as our statists doe,
A basenesse to write faire, and labourd much
How to forget that learning, but sir now
It did me yemans seruice, wilt thou know
Th'effect of what I wrote?
  Hora. I good my Lord.
  Ham. An earnest coniuration from the King,   [3540]
As England was his faithfull tributary,
As loue betweene them like the palme might florish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland weare
And stand a Comma tweene their amities,
And many such like, as sir of great charge,
That on the view, and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further more or lesse,
He should those bearers put to suddaine death,
Not shriuing time alow'd.
  Hora. How was this seald?   [3550]
  Ham. Why euen in that was heauen ordinant,
I had my fathers signet in my purse
Which was the modill of that Danish seale,
Folded the writ vp in the forme of th'other,
Subcribe it, gau't th'impression, plac'd it safely,
The changling neuer knowne: now the next day
Was our Sea fight, and what to this was sequent
Thou knowest already.
  Hora. So Guyldensterne and Rosencraus goe too't.
  Ham. They are not neere my conscience, their defeat
Dooes by their owne insinnuation growe,
Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Betweene the passe and fell incenced points
Of mighty opposits.
  Hora. Why what a King is this!
  Ham. Dooes it not thinke thee stand me now vppon?
He that hath kild my King, and whor'd my mother,
Pop't in betweene th'election and my hopes,
Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,   [3570]
And with such cusnage, i'st not perfect conscience?















Enter a Courtier.
  Cour. Your Lordship is right welcome backe to Denmarke.
  Ham. I humble thanke you sir.
Doost know this water fly?
  Hora. No my good Lord.
  Ham. Thy state is the more gracious, for tis a vice to know him,   [3590]
He hath much land and fertill: let a beast be Lord of beasts, and his
crib shall stand at the Kings messe, tis a chough, but as I say, spaci-
ous in the possession of durt.
  Cour. Sweete Lord, if your Lordshippe were at leasure, I should
impart a thing to you from his Maiestie.
  Ham. I will receaue it sir withall dilligence of spirit, your bonnet
to his right vse, tis for the head.
  Cour. I thanke your Lordship, it is very hot.
  Ham. No belieue me, tis very cold, the wind is Northerly.   [3600]

  Cour. It is indefferent cold my Lord indeed.
  Ham. But yet me thinkes it is very sully and hot, or my complec-
tion.
  Cour. Exceedingly my Lord, it is very soultery, as t'were I can-
not tell how: my Lord his Maiestie bad me signifie to you, that a
has layed a great wager on your head, sir this is the matter.

  Ham. I beseech you remember.
  Cour. Nay good my Lord for my ease in good faith, sir here is newly   [3610]
com to Court Laertes, belieue me an absolute gentlemen, ful of most
excellent differences, of very soft society, and great showing : in-
deede to speake fellingly of him, hee is the card or kalender of gen-
try: for you shall find in him the continent of what part a Gentle-
man would see.
  Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I
know to deuide him inuentorially, would dazzie th'arithmaticke of
memory, and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick saile, but
in the veritie of extolment, I take him to be a soule of great article,
& his infusion of such dearth and rarenesse, as to make true dixion
of him, his semblable is his mirrour, & who els would trace him, his
vmbrage, nothing more.
  Cour. Your Lordship speakes most infallibly of him.
  Ham. The concernancy sir, why doe we wrap the gentleman in
our more rawer breath?
  Cour. Sir.
  Hora. Ist not possible to vnderstand in another tongue, you will
doo't sir really.
  Ham. What imports the nomination of this gentleman.
  Cour. Of Laertes.
  Hora. His purse is empty already, all's golden words are spent.
  Ham. Of him sir.
  Cour. I know you are not ignorant.
  Ham. I would you did sir, yet in faith if you did, it would not
much approoue me, well sir.
  Cour. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is.
  Ham. I dare not confesse that, least I should compare with
him in excellence, but to know a man wel, were to knowe himselfe.
  Cour. I meane sir for this weapon, but in the imputation laide on
him, by them in his meed, hee's vnfellowed.
  Ham. What's his weapon?
  Cour. Rapier and Dagger.
  Ham. That's two of his weapons, but well.
  Cour. The King sir hath wagerd with him six Barbary horses,
againgst the which hee has impaund as I take it six French Rapiers
and Poynards, with their assignes, as girdle, hanger and so. Three
of the carriages in faith, are very deare to fancy, very responsiue to
the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberall conceit.   [3620]

  Ham. What call you the carriages?
  Hora. I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had
done.
  Cour. The carriage sir are the hangers.
  Ham. The phrase would bee more Ierman to the matter if wee
could carry a cannon by our sides, I would it be might hangers till
then, but on, six Barbry horses against six French swords their as-
signes, and three liberall conceited carriages, that's the French
bet against the Danish, why is this all you call it?

  Cour. The King sir, hath layd sir, that in a dozen passes betweene   [3630]
your selfe and him, hee shall not exceede you three hits, hee hath
layd on twelue for nine, and it would come to immediate triall, if
your Lordshippe would vouchsafe the answere.

  Ham. How if I answere no?
  Cour. I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in triall.

  Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the hall, if it please his Maiestie, it
is the breathing time of day with me, let the foiles be brought, the
Gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose; I will winne   [3640]
for him and I can, if not, I will gaine nothing but my shame, and
the odde hits.
  Cour. Shall I deliuer you so?
  Ham. To this effect sir, after what florish your nature will.

  Cour. I commend my duty to your Lordshippe.
  Ham. Yours doo's well to commend it himselfe, there are no
tongues els for's turne.
  Hora. This Lapwing runnes away with the shell on his head.

  Ham. A did so sir with his dugge before a suckt it, thus has he and
many more of the same breede that I know the drossy age dotes on,
only got the tune of the time, and out of an habit of incounter, a
kind of histy colection, which carries them through and through
the most prophane and trennowed opinions, and doe but blowe
them to their triall, the bubbles are out.
Enter a Lord.
  Lord. My Lord, his Maiestie commended him to you by young
Ostricke, who brings backe to him that you attend him in the hall,
he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that
you will take longer time?
  Ham. I am constant to my purposes, they followe the Kings plea-
sure, if his fitnes speakes, mine is ready: now or whensoeuer, pro-
uided I be so able as now.
  Lord. The King, and Queene, and all are comming downe.
  Ham. In happy time.
  Lord. The Queene desires you to vse some gentle entertainment
to Laertes, before you fall to play.
  Ham. Shee well instructs me.
  Hora. You will loose my Lord.
  Ham. I doe not thinke so, since he went into France, I haue bene
in continuall practise, I shall winne at the ods; thou would'st not   [3660]
thinke how ill all's heere about my hart, but it is no matter.

  Hora. Nay good my Lord.
  Ham. It is but foolery, but it is such a kinde of gamgiuing, as
would perhapes trouble a woman.
  Hora. If your minde dislike any thing, obay it. I will forstal their
repaire hether, and say you are not fit.
  Ham. Not a whit, we defie augury, there is speciall prouidence,in
the fall of a Sparrowe, if it be, tis not to come, if it be not to come,
it will be now, if it be not now, yet it well come, the readines is all,   [3670]
since no man of ought he leaues, knowes what ist to leaue betimes,
let be.

A table prepard, Trumpets, Drums and officers with Cushions,
King, Queene, and all the state, Foiles, daggers,
and Laertes.
  King. Come Hamlet, come and take this hand from me.
  Ham. Giue me your pardon sir, I haue done you wrong,
But pardon't as you are a gentleman, this presence knowes,

And you must needs haue heard, how I am punnisht
With a sore distraction, what I haue done
That might your nature, honor, and exception
Roughly awake, I heare proclame was madnesse,
Wast Hamlet wronged Laertes? neuer Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away,
And when hee's not himselfe, dooes wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet dooes it not, Hamlet denies it,
Who dooes it then? his madnesse. Ift be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged,   [3690]
His madnesse is poore Hamlets enimie,

Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill,
Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts
That I haue shot my arrowe ore the house
And hurt my brother.
  Laer. I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most
To my reuendge, but in my tearmes of honor
I stand a loofe, and will no reconcilement,   [3700]
Till by some elder Maisters of knowne honor
I haue a voyce and president of peace
To my name vngord: but all that time
I doe receaue your offerd loue, like loue,
And will not wrong it.
  Ham. I embrace it freely, and will this brothers wager
franckly play.
Giue vs the foiles.
  Laer. Come, one for me.
  Ham. Ile be your foile Laertes, in mine ignorance   [3710]
Your skill shall like a starre i'th darkest night
Stick fiery of indeed.
  Laer. You mocke me sir.
  Ham. No by this hand.
  King. Giue them the foiles young Ostricke, cosin Hamlet,
You knowe the wager.
  Ham. Very well my Lord.
Your grace has layed the ods a'th weeker side.
  King. I doe not feare it, I haue seene you both,

But since he is better, we haue therefore ods.
  Laer. This is to heauy: let me see another.

  Ham. This likes me well, these foiles haue all a length.

  Ostr. I my good Lord.
  King. Set me the stoopes of wine vpon that table,
If Hamlet giue the first or second hit,
Or quit in answere of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.   [3730]
The King shall drinke to Hamlets better breath,
And in the cup an Onixe shall he throwe,
Richer then that which foure successiue Kings
In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne: giue me the cups,

And let the kettle to the trumpet speake,
The trumpet to the Cannoneere without,
The Cannons to the heauens, the heauen to earth,
Now the King drinkes to Hamlet, come beginne.               Trumpets
And you the Iudges beare a wary eye.       the while.   [3740]
  Ham. Come on sir.
  Laer. Come my Lord.
  Ham. One.
  Laer. No.
  Ham. Iudgement.
  Ostrick. A hit, a very palpable hit.               Drum, trumpets and shot.
  Laer. Well, againe.               Florish, a peece goes off.
  King. Stay, giue me drinke, Hamlet this pearle is thine.

Heeres to thy health: giue him the cup.   [3750]

  Ham. Ile play this bout first, set it by a while
Come, another hit.               What say you?
  Laer. I doe confest.
  King. Our sonne shall winne.
  Quee. Hee's fat and scant of breath.
Heere Hamlet take my napkin rub thy browes,
The Queene carowses to thy fortune Hamlet.
  Ham. Good Madam.
  King. Gertrard doe not drinke.   [3760]
  Quee. I will my Lord, I pray you pardon me.

  King. It is the poysned cup, it is too late.
  Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam, by and by.

  Quee. Come, let me wipe thy face.
  Laer. My Lord, Ile hit him now.
  King. I doe not think't.
  Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience.
  Ham. Come for the third Laertes, you doe but dally.   [3770]

I pray you passe with your best violence
I am sure you make a wanton of me.
  Laer. Say you so, come on.
  Ostr. Nothing neither way.
  Laer. Haue at you now.

  King. Part them, they are incenst.
  Ham. Nay come againe.
  Ostr. Looke to the Queene there howe.   [3780]
  Hora. They bleed on both sides, how is it my Lord?
  Ostr. How ist Laertes?
  Laer. Why as a woodcock to mine owne sprindge Ostrick,

I am iustly kild with mine owne treachery.
  Ham. How dooes the Queene?
  King. Shee sounds to see them bleed.
  Quee. No, no, the drinke, the drinke, o my deare Hamlet,
The drinke the drinke, I am poysned.

  Ham. O villanie, how let the doore be lock't,
Treachery, seeke it out.
  Laer. It is heere Hamlet, thou art slaine,

No medcin in the world can doe thee good,
In thee there is not halfe an houres life,
The treacherous instrument is in my hand
Vnbated and enuenom'd, the foule practise
Hath turn'd it selfe on me, loe heere I lie
Neuer to rise againe, thy mother's poysned,   [3800]
I can no more, the King, the Kings too blame.
  Ham. The point inuenom'd to, then venome to thy worke.


  All. Treason, treason.
  King. O yet defend me friends, I am but hurt.
  Ham. Heare thou incestious damned Dane,

Drinke of this potion, is the Onixe heere?
Follow my mother.   [3810]
  Laer. He is iustly serued, it is a poyson temperd by himselfe,

Exchange forgiuenesse with me noble Hamlet,
Mine and my fathers death come not vppon thee,
Nor thine on me.
  Ham. Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee;
I am dead Horatio, wretched Queene adiew.
You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes, or audience to this act,
Had I but time, as this fell sergeant Death   [3820]
Is strict in his arrest, o I could tell you,
But let it be; Horatio I am dead,
Thou liuest, report me and my cause a right
To the vnsatisfied.
  Hora. Neuer belieue it;
I am more an anticke Romaine then a Dane,
Heere's yet some liquer left.
  Ham. As th'art a man
Giue me the cup, let goe, by heauen Ile hate,
O god Horatio, what a wounded name   [3830]
Things standing thus vnknowne, shall I leaue behind me?
If thou did'st euer hold me in thy hart,
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world drawe thy breath in paine               A march a
To tell my story: what warlike noise is this?               farre off.


Enter Osrick.
  Osr. Young Fortenbrasse with conquest come from Poland,
To th'embassadors of England giues this warlike volly.   [3840]
  Ham. O I die Horatio,
The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit,
I cannot liue to heare the newes from England,
But I doe prophecie th'ellection lights
On Fortinbrasse, he has my dying voyce,
So tell him, with th'occurrants more and lesse
Which haue solicited, the rest is silence.
  Hora. Now cracks a noble hart, good night sweete Prince,

And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest.   [3850]
Why dooes the drum come hether?
Enter Fortenbrasse, with the Embassadors.

  For. Where is this sight?
  Hora. What is it you would see?
If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
  For. This quarry cries on hauock, o prou'd death
What feast is toward in thine eternall cell,
That thou so many Princes at a shot
So bloudily hast strook?   [3860]
  Embas. The sight is dismall
And our affaires from England come too late,
The eares are sencelesse that should giue vs hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfild,
That Rosencraus and Guyldensterne are dead,
Where should we haue our thankes?
  Hora. Not from his mouth
Had it th'ability of life to thanke you;
He neuer gaue commandement for their death;
But since so iump vpon this bloody question   [3870]
You from the Pollack warres, and you from England
Are heere arriued, giue order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speake, to yet vnknowing world
How these things came about; so shall you heare
Of carnall, bloody and vnnaturall acts,
Of accidentall iudgements, casuall slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning, and for no cause
And in this vpshot, purposes mistooke,
Falne on th'inuenters heads all this can I   [3880]
Truly deliuer.
  For. Let vs hast to heare it,
And call the noblest to the audience,
For me, with sorrowe I embrace my fortune,
I haue some rights, of memory in this kingdome,
Which now to clame my vantage doth inuite me.

  Hora. Of that I shall haue also cause to speake,
And from his mouth, whose voyce will drawe no more,

But let this same be presently perform'd
Euen while mens mindes are wilde, least more mischance

On plots and errores happen.
  For. Let foure Captaines
Beare Hamlet like a souldier to the stage,
For he was likely, had he beene put on,
To haue prooued most royall; and for his passage,

The souldiers musicke and the right of warre   [3900]
Speake loudly for him:
Take vp the bodies, such a sight as this,
Becomes the field, but heere showes much amisse.
Goe bid the souldiers shoote.               Exeunt.
[Hamlet (Folio) 1.1]

Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels.

  Barnardo.
WHo's there?
  Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold
your selfe.
  Bar. Long liue the King.
  Fran. Barnardo?
  Bar. He.
  Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre.   [10]
  Bar. 'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.
  Fran. For this releefe much thankes: 'Tis bitter cold,
And I am sicke at heart.
  Barn. Haue you had quiet Guard?
  Fran. Not a Mouse stirring.
  Barn. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and
Marcellus, the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make hast.

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
  Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand: who's there?
  Hor. Friends to this ground.   [20]
  Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane.
  Fran. Giue you good night.
  Mar. O farwel honest Soldier, who hath relieu'd you?
  Fra. Barnardo ha's my place: giue you goodnight.
                                          Exit Fran.
  Mar. Holla Barnardo.
  Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
  Hor. A peece of him.
  Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.
  Mar. What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to night.   [30]
  Bar. I haue seene nothing.
  Mar. Horatio saies, 'tis but our Fantasie,
And will not let beleefe take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seene of vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him along
With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night,
That if againe this Apparition come,
He may approue our eyes, and speake to it.
  Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appeare.
  Bar. Sit downe a-while,   [40]
And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
That are so fortified against our Story,
What we two Nights haue seene.
  Hor. Well, sit we downe,
And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.
  Barn. Last night of all,
When yond same Starre that's Westward from the Pole
Had made his course t'illume that part of Heauen
Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe,
The Bell then beating one.   [50]
  Mar. Peace, breake thee of:               Enter the Ghost.
Looke where it comes againe.
  Barn. In the same figure, like the King that's dead.
  Mar. Thou art a Scholler; speake to it Horatio.
  Barn. Lookes it not like the King? Marke it Horatio.
  Hora. Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder
  Barn. It would be spoke too.
  Mar. Question it Horatio.
  Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night,
Together with that Faire and Warlike forme   [60]
In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke
Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee speake.
  Mar. It is offended.
  Barn. See, it stalkes away.
  Hor. Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake.
                                          Exit the Ghost.
  Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
  Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale:
Is not this something more then Fantasie?
What thinke you on't?   [70]
  Hor. Before my God, I might not this beleeue
Without the sensible and true auouch
Of mine owne eyes.
  Mar. Is it not like the King?
  Hor. As thou art to thy selfe,
Such was the very Armour he had on,
When th'Ambitious Norwey combatted:
So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle
He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice.
'Tis strange.   [80]
  Mar. Thus twice before, and iust at this dead houre,
With Martiall stalke, hath he gone by our Watch.
  Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not:
But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion,
This boades some strange erruption to our State.
  Mar. Good now sit downe, & tell me he that knowes
Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch,
So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land,
And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon
And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre:   [90]
Why such impresse of Ship-wrights, whose sore Taske
Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke,
What might be toward, that this sweaty hast
Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day:
Who is't that can informe me?
  Hor. That can I,
At least the whisper goes so: Our last King,
Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Was (as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway,
(Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride)   [100]
Dar'd to the Combate. In which, our Valiant Hamlet,
(For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him)
Did slay this Fortinbras: who by a Seal'd Compact,
Well ratified by Law, and Heraldrie,
Did forfeite (with his life) all those his Lands
Which he stood seiz'd on, to the Conqueror:
Against the which, a Moity competent
Was gaged by our King: which had return'd
To the Inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he bin Vanquisher, as by the same Cou'nant   [110]
And carriage of the Article designe,
His fell to Hamlet. Now sir, young Fortinbras,
Of vnimproued Mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, heere and there,
Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes,
For Foode and Diet, to some Enterprize
That hath a stomacke in't: which is no other
(And it doth well appeare vnto our State)
But to recouer of vs by strong hand
And termes Compulsatiue, those foresaid Lands   [120]
So by his Father lost: and this (I take it)
Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations,
The Sourse of this our Watch, and the cheefe head
Of this post-hast, and Romage in the Land.


















Enter Ghost againe.
But soft, behold: Loe, where it comes againe:
Ile crosse it, though it blast me. Stay Illusion:
If thou hast any sound, or vse of Voyce,
Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me; speak to me.   [130]

If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate
(Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake.

Or, if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life
Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth,
(For which, they say, you Spirits oft walke in death)
Speake of it. Stay, and speake. Stop it Marcellus.
  Mar. Shall I strike at it with my Partizan?
  Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
  Barn. 'Tis heere.
  Hor. 'Tis heere.   [140]
  Mar. 'Tis gone.               Exit Ghost.
We do it wrong, being so Maiesticall
To offer it the shew of Violence,
For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable,
And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery.
  Barn. It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew.
  Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,
The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate   [150]
Awake the God of Day: and at his warning,
Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,
Th'extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes
To his Confine. And of the truth heerein,
This present Obiect made probation.
  Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.
Some sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes
Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad,   [160]
The nights are wholsome, then no Planets strike,
No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath power to Charme:
So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.
  Hor. So haue I heard, and do in part beleeue it.
But looke, the Morne in Russet mantle clad,
Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill,
Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice
Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life,
This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:   [170]
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty?
  Mar. Let do't I pray, and I this morning know
Where we shall finde him most conueniently.               Exeunt


[Hamlet (Folio) 1.2]

Scena Secunda.

Enter Claudius King of Denmarke, Gertrude the Queene,
Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and his Sister O-
phelia, Lords Attendant..
  King. Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death
The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted   [180]
To beare our hearts in greefe, and our whole Kingdome
To be contracted in one brow of woe:
Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature,
That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him,
Together with remembrance of our selues.
Therefore our sometimes Sister, now our Queen,
Th'Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State,
Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,
With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye,
With mirth in Funerall, and with Dirge in Marriage,   [190]
In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole
Taken to Wife; nor haue we heerein barr'd
Your better Wisedomes, which haue freely gone
With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.
Now followes, that you know young Fortinbras,
Holding a weake supposall of our worth;
Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death,
Our State to be disioynt, and out of Frame,
Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage;
He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message,   [200]
Importing the surrender of those Lands
Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law
To our most valiant Brother. So much for him.
Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.
Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting
Thus much the businesse is. We haue heere writ
To Norway, Vncle of young Fortinbras,
Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares
Of this his Nephewes purpose, to suppresse
His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,   [210]
The Lists, and full proportions are all made
Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch
You good Cornelius, and you Voltemand,
For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,
Giuing to you no further personall power
To businesse with the King, more then the scope
Of these dilated Articles allow:
Farewell, and let your hast commend your duty.
  Volt. In that, and all things, will we shew our duty.
  King. We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.   [220]
                                          Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.
And now Laertes, what's the newes with you?
You told vs of some suite. What is't Laertes?
You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,
And loose your voyce. What would'st thou beg Laertes,
That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?
The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
The Hand more instrumentall to the Mouth,
Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.
What would'st thou haue Laertes?   [230]
  Laer. Dread my Lord,
Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
To shew my duty in your Coronation,
Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,
And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
  King. Haue you your Fathers leaue?
What sayes Pollonius?
  Pol. He hath my Lord:   [240]


I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.
  King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?
  Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde.
  King. How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?
  Ham. Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th' Sun.
  Queen. Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,
And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
Do not for euer with thy veyled lids   [250]
Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;
Thou know'st 'tis common, all that liues must dye,
Passing through Nature, to Eternity.
  Ham. I Madam, it is common.
  Queen. If it be;
Why seemes it so particular with thee.
  Ham. Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:
'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)
Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,   [260]
No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,
Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage,
Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,
That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I haue that Within, which passeth show;
These, but the Trappings, and the Suites of woe.
  King. 'Tis sweet and commendable
In your Nature Hamlet,
To giue these mourning duties to your Father:   [270]
But you must know, your Father lost a Father,
That Father lost, lost his, and the Suruiuer bound
In filiall Obligation, for some terme
To do obsequious Sorrow. But to perseuer
In obstinate Condolement, is a course
Of impious stubbornnesse. 'Tis vnmanly greefe,
It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen,
A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient,
An Vnderstanding simple, and vnschool'd:
For, what we know must be, and is as common   [280]
As any the most vulgar thing to sence,
Why should we in our peeuish Opposition
Take it to heart? Fye, 'tis a fault to Heauen,
A fault against the Dead, a fault to Nature,
To Reason most absurd, whose common Theame
Is death of Fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first Coarse, till he that dyed to day,
This must be so. We pray you throw to earth
This vnpreuayling woe, and thinke of vs
As of a Father; For let the world take note,   [290]
You are the most immediate to our Throne,
And with no lesse Nobility of Loue,
Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne,
Do I impart towards you. For your intent
In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you, bend you to remaine
Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye,
Our cheefest Courtier Cosin, and our Sonne.
  Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet:   [300]
I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg.
  Ham. I shall in all my best
Obey you Madam.
  King. Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,
Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,
This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,
And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,   [310]
Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away.               Exeunt
Manet Hamlet.
  Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,
Thaw, and resolue it selfe into a Dew:
Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt
His Cannon 'gainst Selfe-slaughter. O God, O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
Seemes to me all the vses of this world?
Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden
That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature   [320]
Possesse it meerely. That it should come to this:
But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,
So excellent a King, that was to this
Hiperion to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,
That he might not beteene the windes of heauen
Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth
Must I remember: why she would hang on him,
As if encrease of Appetite had growne
By what it fed on; and yet within a month?
Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.   [330]
A little Month, or ere those shooes were old,
With which she followed my poore Fathers body
Like Niobe, all teares. Why she, euen she.
(O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason
Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,
My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,
Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth?
Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares
Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes,
She married. O most wicked speed, to post   [340]
With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus.
  Hor. Haile to your Lordship.
  Ham. I am glad to see you well:
Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.
  Hor. The same my Lord,
And your poore Seruant euer.
  Ham. Sir my good friend,   [350]
Ile change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?
Marcellus.
  Mar. My good Lord.
  Ham. I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir.
But what in faith make you from Wittemberge?
  Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord.
  Ham. I would not haue your Enemy say so;
Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence,
To make it truster of your owne report   [360]
Against your selfe. I know you are no Truant:
But what is your affaire in Elsenour?
Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart.
  Hor. My Lord, I came to see your Fathers Funerall.
  Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)
I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding.
  Hor. Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon.
  Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio: the Funerall Bakt-meats
Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables;
Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen,   [370]
Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio.
My father, me thinkes I see my father.
  Hor. Oh where my Lord?
  Ham. In my minds eye ( Horatio)
  Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly King.
  Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all:
I shall not look vpon his like againe.
  Hor. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight.
  Ham. Saw? Who?
  Hor. My Lord, the King your Father.   [380]
  Ham. The King my Father?
  Hor. Season your admiration for a while
With an attent eare; till I may deliuer
Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen,
This maruell to you.
  Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare.
  Hor. Two nights together, had these Gentlemen
( Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch
In the dead wast and middle of the night
Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,   [390]
Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap a Pe,
Appeares before them, and with sollemne march
Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt,
By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes,
Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestil'd
Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare,
Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me
In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,
And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,
Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,   [400]
Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,
The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:
These hands are not more like.
  Ham. But where was this?
  Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watcht.
  Ham. Did you not speake to it?
  Hor. My Lord, I did;
But answere made it none: yet once me thought
It lifted vp it head, and did addresse
It selfe to motion, like as it would speake:   [410]
But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd;
And at the sound it shrunke in hast away,
And vanisht from our sight.
  Ham. Tis very strange.
  Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true;
And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty
To let you know of it.
  Ham. Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to Night?
  Both. We doe my Lord.   [420]
  Ham. Arm'd, say you?
  Both. Arm'd, my Lord.
  Ham. From top to toe?
  Both. My Lord, from head to foote.
  Ham. Then saw you not his face?
  Hor. O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp.
  Ham. What, lookt he frowningly?
  Hor. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.
  Ham. Pale, or red?
  Hor. Nay very pale.   [430]
  Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?
  Hor. Most constantly.
  Ham. I would I had beene there.
  Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you.
  Ham. Very like, very like: staid it long?               ((dred.
  Hor. While one with moderate hast might tell a hun-
  All. Longer, longer.
  Hor. Not when I saw't.
  Ham. His Beard was grisly? no.
  Hor. It was, as I haue seene it in his life,   [440]
A Sable Siluer'd.               ((gaine.
  Ham. Ile watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake a-

  Hor. I warrant you it will.
  Ham. If it assume my noble Fathers person,
Ile speake to it, though Hell it selfe should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you haue hitherto conceald this sight;
Let it bee treble in your silence still:
And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night,
Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue;   [450]
I will requite your loues; so, fare ye well:
Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue,
Ile visit you.
  All. Our duty to your Honour.               Exeunt.
  Ham. Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.
My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well:
I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come;
Till then sit still my soule; foule deeds will rise,
Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies. Exit.



[Hamlet (Folio) 1.3]

Scena Tertia.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
  Laer. My necessaries are imbark't; Farewell:
And Sister, as the Winds giue Benefit,
And Conuoy is assistant; doe not sleepe,
But let me heare from you.
  Ophel. Doe you doubt that?
  Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauours,
Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloud;
A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature;
Froward, not permanent; sweet not lasting   [470]
The suppliance of a minute? No more.
  Ophel. No more but so.
  Laer. Thinke it no more:
For nature cressant does not grow alone,
In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,
The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule
Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch
The vertue of his feare: but you must feare
His greatnesse weigh'd, his will is not his owne;   [480]
For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth:
Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe,
Carue for himselfe; for, on his choyce depends
The sanctity and health of the weole State.
And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd
Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,
Whereof he is the Head. Then if he sayes he loues you,
It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it;
As he in his peculiar Sect and force
May giue his saying deed: which is no further,   [490]
Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
Then weigh what losse your Honour may sustaine,
If with too credent eare you list his Songs;
Or lose your Heart; or your chast Treasure open
To his vnmastred importunity.
Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare Sister,
And keepe within the reare of your Affection;
Out of the shot and danger of Desire.
The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough,
If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone:   [500]
Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes,
The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring
Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd,
And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,
Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary then, best safety lies in feare;
Youth to it selfe rebels, though none else neere.
  Ophe. I shall th'effect of this good Lesson keepe,
As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother
Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe,   [510]
Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen;
Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine
Himselfe, the Primrose path of dalliance treads,
And reaks not his owne reade.
  Laer. Oh, feare me not.
Enter Polonius.
I stay too long; but here my Father comes:
A double blessing is a double grace;
Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.
  Polon. Yet heere Laertes? Aboord, aboord for shame,   [520]
The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,
And you are staid for there: my blessing with you;
And these few Precepts in thy memory,
See thou Character. Giue thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any vnproportion'd thought his Act:
Be thou familiar; but by no meanes vulgar:
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tride,
Grapple them to thy Soule, with hoopes of Steele:
But doe not dull thy palme, with entertainment
Of each vnhatch't, vnfledg'd Comrade. Beware   [530]
Of entrance to a quarrell: but being in
Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee.
Giue euery man thine eare; but few thy voyce:
Take each mans censure; but reserue thy iudgement:
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy;
But not exprest in fancie; rich, not gawdie:
For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man.
And they in France of the best ranck and station,
Are of a most select and generous cheff in that.
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;   [540]
For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend:
And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry.
This aboue all; to thine owne selfe be true:
And it must follow, as the Night the Day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell: my Blessing season this in thee.
  Laer. Most humbly doe I take my leaue, my Lord.
  Polon. The time inuites you, goe, your seruants tend.
  Laer. Farewell Ophelia, and remember well
What I haue said to you.   [550]
  Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt,
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.
  Laer. Farewell.               Exit Laer.
  Polon. What ist Ophelia he hath said to you?
  Ophe. So please you, somthing touching the L. Hamlet.
  Polon. Marry, well bethought:
Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Giuen priuate time to you; and you your selfe
Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous.
If it be so, as so tis put on me;   [560]
And that in way of caution: I must tell you,
You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely,
As it behoues my Daughter, and your Honour.
What is betweene you, giue me vp the truth?
  Ophe. He hath my Lord of late, made many tenders
Of his affection to me.
  Polon. Affection, puh. You speake like a greene Girle,
Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance.
Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?
  Ophe. I do not know, my Lord, what I should thinke.   [570]
  Polon. Marry Ile teach you; thinke your selfe a Baby,
That you haue tane his tenders for true pay,
Which are not starling. Tender your selfe more dearly;
Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase,
Roaming it thus, you'l tender me a foole.
  Ophe. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with loue,
In honourable fashion.
  Polon. I, fashion you may call it, go too, go too.
  Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech,
My Lord, with all the vowes of Heauen.   [580]
  Polon. I, Springes to catch Woodcocks. I doe know
When the Bloud burnes, how Prodigall the Soule
Giues the tongue vowes: these blazes, Daughter,
Giuing more light then heate; extinct in both,
Euen in their promise, as it is a making;
You must not take for fire. For this time Daughter,
Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
Then a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
Beleeue so much in him, that he is young,   [590]
And with a larger tether may he walke,
Then may be giuen you. In few, Ophelia,
Doe not beleeue his vowes; for they are Broakers,
Not of the eye, which their Inuestments show:
But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
The better to beguile. This is for all:
I would not, in plaine tearmes, from this time forth,
Haue you so slander any moment leisure,
As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet:   [600]
Looke too't, I charge you; come your wayes.
  Ophe. I shall obey my Lord.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Folio) 1.4]

Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
  Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?
  Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
  Ham. What hower now?
  Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue.
  Mar. No, it is strooke.               ((season,
  Hor. Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the
Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.   [610]
What does this meane my Lord?               ((rouse,
  Ham. The King doth wake to night, and takes his
Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles,
And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his Pledge.
  Horat. Is it a custome?
  Ham. I marry ist;
And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
And to the manner borne: It is a Custome   [620]
More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.






















Enter Ghost.
  Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.
  Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs:
Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,   [630]
Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
So horridly to shake our disposition,   [640]
With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
Ghost beckens Hamlet.
  Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.
  Mar. Looke with what courteous action
It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
But doe not goe with it.
  Hor. No, by no meanes.   [650]
  Ham. It will not speake: then will I follow it.
  Hor. Doe not my Lord.
  Ham. Why, what should be the feare?
I doe not set my life at a pins fee;
And for my Soule, what can it doe to that?
Being a thing immortall as it selfe:
It waues me forth againe; Ile follow it.
  Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
That beetles o're his base into the Sea,   [660]
And there assumes some other horrible forme,
Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
And draw you into madnesse thinke of it?




  Ham. It wafts me still: goe on, Ile follow thee.

  Mar. You shall not goe my Lord.
  Ham. Hold off your hand.
  Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not goe.
  Ham. My fate cries out,
And makes each petty Artire in this body,
As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:   [670]
Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
                                          Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet.
  Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination.
  Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
  Hor. Haue after, to what issue will this come?
  Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.
  Hor. Heauen will direct it.
  Mar. Nay, let's follow him.               Exeunt.   [680]


[Hamlet (Folio) 1.5]

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.               ((ther.
  Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? speak; Ile go no fur-
  Gho. Marke me.
  Ham. I will.
  Gho. My hower is almost come,
When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames
Must render vp my selfe.
  Ham. Alas poore Ghost.
  Gho. Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall vnfold.   [690]
  Ham. Speake, I am bound to heare.
  Gho. So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare.
  Ham. What?
  Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit,
Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night;
And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers,
Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature
Are burnt and purg'd away? But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my Prison-House;
I could a Tale vnfold, whose lightest word   [700]
Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like Starres, start from their Spheres,
Thy knotty and combined lockes to part,
And each particular haire to stand an end,
Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine:
But this eternall blason must not be
To eares of flesh and bloud; list Hamlet, oh list,
If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue.
  Ham. Oh Heauen!
  Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther.   [710]
  Ham. Murther?
  Ghost. Murther most foule, as in the best it is;
But this most foule, strange, and vnnaturall.
  Ham. Hast, hast me to know it,
That with wings as swif
As meditation, or the thoughts of Loue,
May sweepe to my Reuenge.
  Ghost. I finde thee apt,
And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede
That rots it selfe in ease, on Lethe Wharfe,   [720]
Would'st thou not stirre in this. Now Hamlet heare:
It's giuen out, that sleeping in mine Orchard,
A Serpent stung me: so the whole eare of Denmarke,
Is by a forged processe of my death
Rankly abus'd: But know thou Noble youth,
The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life,
Now weares his Crowne.
  Ham. O my Propheticke soule: mine Vncle?
  Ghost. I that incestuous, that adulterate Beast
With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous guifts.   [730]
Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts, that haue the power
So to seduce? Won to to this shamefull Lust
The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene:
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there,
From me, whose loue was of that dignity,
That it went hand in hand, euen with the Vow
I made to her in Marriage; and to decline
Vpon a wretch, whose Naturall gifts were poore
To those of mine. But Vertue, as it neuer wil be moued,
Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen:   [740]
So Lust, though to a radiant Angell link'd,
Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed, & prey on Garbage.

But soft, me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre;
Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole
With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
The leaperous Distilment; whose effect
Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,   [750]
That swift as Quick-siluer, it courses through
The naturall Gates and Allies of the body;
And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset
And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
The thin and wholsome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant Tetter bak'd about,
Most Lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth Body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,
Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;   [760]
Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne,
Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head;
Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible:
If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;
Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.
But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act,
Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue   [770]
Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,
And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge,
To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;
The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere,
And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire:
Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me.               Exit.
  Ham. Oh all you host of Heauen! Oh Earth; what els?
And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart;
And you my sinnewes, grow not instant Old;
But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee?   [780]
I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate
In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past,
That youth and obseruation coppied there;
And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
Vnmixt with baser matter; yes yes, by Heauen:
Oh most pernicious woman!   [790]
Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it downe,
That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;
So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.

  Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord.
Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
  Mar. Lord Hamlet.
  Hor. Heauen secure him.   [800]
  Mar. So be it.
  Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
  Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.
  Mar. How ist't my Noble Lord?
  Hor. What newes, my Lord?
  Ham. Oh wonderfull!
  Hor. Good my Lord tell it.
  Ham. No you'l reueale it.
  Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.
  Mar. Nor I, my Lord.   [810]               ((think it?
  Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once
But you'l be secret?
  Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord.
  Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
But hee's an arrant knaue.

  Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the
Graue, to tell vs this.
  Ham. Why right, you are i'th' right;
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:   [820]
You, as your busines and desires shall point you:
For euery man ha's businesse and desire,
Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
Looke you, Ile goe pray.
  Hor. These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord.
  Ham. I'm sorry they offend you heartily:
Yes faith, heartily.
  Hor. There's no offence my Lord.
  Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:   [830]
It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:
For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,

Giue me one poore request.
  Hor. What is't my Lord? we will.
  Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night.
  Both. My Lord, we will not.
  Ham. Nay, but swear't.
  Hor. Infaith my Lord, not I.   [840]
  Mar. Nor I my Lord: in faith.
  Ham. Vpon my sword.
  Marcell. We haue sworne my Lord already.
  Ham. Indeed, vpon my sword, Indeed.

  Gho. Sweare.               Ghost cries vnder the Stage.
  Ham. Ah ha boy, sayest thou so. Art thou there true-
penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge
Consent to sweare.
  Hor. Propose the Oath my Lord.
  Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene.   [850]
Sweare by my sword.
  Gho. Sweare.
  Ham. Hic & vbique? Then wee'l shift for grownd,
Come hither Gentlemen,
And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:
Sweare by my Sword.
  Gho. Sweare.               ((fast?
  Ham. Well said old Mole, can'st worke i'th' ground so
A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends.   [860]
  Hor. Oh day and night: but this is wondrous strange.
  Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome.
There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,
Then are dream't of in our Philosophy. But come,
Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe;
(As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet
To put an Anticke disposition on:)
That you at such time seeing me, neuer shall
With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;   [870]
Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase;
As well, we know, or we could and if we would,
Or if we list to speake; or there be and if there might,
Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,
That you know ought of me; this not to doe:
So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you:
Sweare.
  Ghost. Sweare.
  Ham. Rest, rest perturbed Spirit: so Gentlemen,
With all my loue I doe commend me to you;   [880]
And what so poore a man as Hamlet is,
May doe t' expresse his loue and friending to you,
God willing shall not lacke: let vs goe in together,
And still your fingers on your lippes I pray,
The time is out of ioynt: Oh cursed spight,
That euer I was borne to set it right.
Nay, come let's goe together.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Folio) 2.1]

Actus Secundus.

Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.
  Polon. Giue him his money, and these notes Reynoldo.   [890]
  Reynol. I will my Lord.
  Polon. You shall doe maruels wisely: good Reynoldo,
Before you visite him you make inquiry
Of his behauiour.
  Reynol. My Lord, I did intend it.
  Polon. Marry, well said;
Very well said. Looke you Sir,
Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
And how, and who; what meanes; and where they keepe:
What company, at what expence: and finding   [900]
By this encompassement and drift of question,
That they doe know my sonne: Come you more neerer
Then your particular demands will touch it,
Take you as 'twere some distant knowledge of him,
And thus I know his father and his friends,
And in part him. Doe you marke this Reynoldo?
  Reynol. I, very well my Lord.
  Polon. And in part him, but you may say not well;
But if't be hee I meane, hees very wilde;
Addicted so and so; and there put on him   [910]
What forgeries you please; marry, none so ranke,
As may dishonour him; take heed of that:
But Sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
As are Companions noted and most knowne
To youth and liberty.
  Reynol. As gaming my Lord.
  Polon. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
Quarelling, drabbiug. You may goe so farre.
  Reynol. My Lord that would dishonour him.
  Polon. Faith no, as you may season it in the charge;   [920]
You must not put another scandall on him,
That hee is open to Incontinencie;
That's not my meaning: but breath his faults so quaintly,
That they may seeme the taints of liberty;
The flash and out-breake of a fiery minde,
A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault.

  Reynol. But my good Lord.
  Polon. Wherefore should you doe this?
  Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that.
  Polon. Marry Sir, heere's my drift,   [930]
And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne,
As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'th' working:               (sound,
Marke you your party in conuerse; him you would
Hauing euer seene. In the prenominate crimes,
The youth you breath of guilty, be assur'd
He closes with you in this consequence:
Good sir, or so, or friend, or Gentleman.
According to the Phrase and the Addition,
Of man and Country.   [940]
  Reynol. Very good my Lord.
  Polon. And then Sir does he this?
He does: what was I about to say?
I was about say somthing: where did I leaue?
  Reynol. At closes in the consequence:
At friend, or so, and Gentleman.
  Polon. At closes in the consequence, I marry,
He closes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
I saw him yesterday, or tother day;
Or then or then, with such and such; and as you say,   [950]
There was he gaming, there o'retooke in's Rouse,
There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,
I saw him enter such a house of saile;
Videlicet, a Brothell, or so forth. See you now;
Your bait of falshood, takes this Cape of truth;
And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach
With windlesses, and with assaies of Bias,
By indirections finde directions out:
So by my former Lecture and aduice
Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not?   [960]
  Reynol. My Lord I haue.
  Polon. God buy you; fare you well.
  Reynol. Good my Lord.
  Polon. Obserue his inclination in your selfe.
  Reynol. I shall my Lord.
  Polon. And let him plye his Musicke.
  Reynol. Well, my Lord.               Exit.
Enter Ophelia.
  Polon. Farewell:
How now Ophelia, what's the matter?   [970]
  Ophe. Alas my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted.
  Polon. With what, in the name of Heauen?
  Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my Chamber,
Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
No hat vpon his head, his stockings foul'd,
Vngartred, and downe giued to his Anckle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a looke so pitious in purport,
As if he had been loosed out of hell,
To speake of horrors: he comes before me.   [980]
  Polon. Mad for thy Loue?
  Ophe. My Lord, I doe not know: but truly I do feare it.

  Polon. What said he?
  Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard;
Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
And with his other hand thus o're his brow,
He fals to such perusall of my face,
As he would draw it. Long staid he so,
At last, a little shaking of mine Arme:
And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe;   [990]
He rais'd a sigh, so pittious and profound,
That it did seeme to shatter all his bulke,
And end his being. That done, he lets me goe,
And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd,
He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes,
For out adores he went without their helpe;
And to the last, bended their light on me.
  Polon. Goe with me, I will goe seeke the King,
This is the very extasie of Loue,
Whose violent property foredoes it selfe,   [1000]
And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings,
As oft as any passion vnder Heauen,
That does afflict our Natures. I am sorrie,
What haue you giuen him any hard words of late?
  Ophe. No my good Lord: but as you did command,
I did repell his Letters, and deny'de
His accesse to me.
  Pol. That hath made him mad.
I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement
I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle,   [1010]
And meant to wracke thee: but beshrew my iealousie:
It seemes it is as proper to our Age,
To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions,
As it is common for the yonger sort
To lacke discretion. Come, go we to the King,
This must be knowne, ~w being kept close might moue
More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue.               Exeunt.



[Hamlet (Folio) 2.2]

Scena Secunda.

Enter King, Queene, Rosincrane, and Guilden-
sterne Cumaliys   [1020]
  King. Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
The neede we haue to vse you, did prouoke
Our hastie sending. Something haue you heard
Of Hamlets transformation: so I call it,
Since not th'exterior, nor the inward man
Resembles that it was. What it should bee
More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him
So much from th'vnderstanding of himselfe,
I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both,   [1030]
That being of so young dayes brought vp with him:
And since so Neighbour'd to his youth, and humour,
That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court
Some little time: so by your Companies
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
So much as from Occasions you may gleane,

That open'd lies within our remedie.
  Qu. Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
And sure I am, two men there are not liuing,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you   [1040]
To shew vs so much Gentrie, and good will,
As to expend your time with vs a-while,
For the supply and profit of our Hope,
Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes
As fits a Kings remembrance.
  Rosin. Both your Maiesties
Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs,
Put your dread pleasures, more into Command
Then to Entreatie.
  Guil. We both obey,   [1050]
And here giue vp our selues, in the full bent,
To lay our Seruices freely at your feete,
To be commanded.
  King. Thankes Rosincrance, and gentle Guildensterne.
  Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed Sonne.
Go some of ye,
And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is.
  Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises   [1060]
Pleasant and helpfull to him.               Exit.
  Queene. Amen.
Enter Polonius.
  Pol. Th'Ambassadors from Norwey, my good Lord,
Are ioyfully return'd.
  King. Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes.
  Pol. Haue I, my Lord? Assure you, my good Liege,
I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
Both to my God, one to my gracious King:
And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine   [1070]
Hunts not the traile of Policie, so sure
As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found
The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie.
  King. Oh speake of that, that I do long to heare.
  Pol. Giue first admittance to th'Ambassadors,
My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast.
  King. Thy selfe do grace to them, and bring them in.
He tels me my sweet Queene, that he hath found
The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper.
  Qu. I doubt it is no other, but the maine,   [1080]
His Fathers death, and our o're-hasty Marriage.
Enter Polonius, Voltumand, and Cornelius.
  King. Well, we shall sift him. Welcome good Frends:
Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey?
  Volt. Most faire returne of Greetings, and Desires.
Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse
His Nephewes Leuies, which to him appear'd
To be a preparation 'gainst the Poleak:
But better look'd into, he truly found
It was against your Highnesse, whereat greeued,   [1090]
That so his Sicknesse, Age, and Impotence
Was falsely borne in hand, sends out Arrests
On Fortinbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes,
Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine,
Makes Vow before his Vnkle, neuer more
To giue th'assay of Armes against your Maiestie.
Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy,
Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee,
And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers
So leuied as before, against the Poleak:   [1100]
With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
That it might please you to giue quiet passe
Through your Dominions, for his Enterprize,
On such regards of safety and allowance,
As therein are set downe.
  King. It likes vs well:
And at our more consider'd time wee'l read,
Answer, and thinke vpon this Businesse.
Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour.
Go to your rest, at night wee'l Feast together.   [1110]
Most welcome home.               Exit Ambass.
  Pol. This businesse is very well ended.
My Liege, and Madam, to expostulate
What Maiestie should be, what Dutie is,
Why day is day; night, night; and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste Night, Day, and Time.
Therefore, since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit,
And tediousnesse, the limbes and outward flourishes,
I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad:
Mad call I it; for to define true Madnesse,   [1120]
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad.
But let that go.
  Qu. More matter, with lesse Art.
  Pol. Madam, I sweare I vse no Art at all:
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pittie,
And pittie it is true: A foolish figure,
But farewell it: for I will vse no Art.
Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines
That we finde out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect;   [1130]
For this effect defectiue, comes by cause,
Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus. Perpend,

I haue a daughter: haue, whil'st she is mine,
Who in her Dutie and Obedience, marke,
Hath giuen me this: now gather, and surmise.
The Letter.
To the Celestiall, and my Soules Idoll, the most beautifed O-
phelia.
That's an ill Phrase, a vilde Phrase, beautified is a vilde
Phrase: but you shall heare these in her excellent white   [1140]
bosome, these.
  Qu. Came this from Hamlet to her.
  Pol. Good Madam stay awhile, I will be faithfull.
    Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
    Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
    Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
But neuer Doubt, I loue.
O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to
reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best be-
leeue it. Adieu.   [1150]
                                  Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this
                                  Machine is to him, Hamlet.
This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me:
And more aboue hath his soliciting,
As they fell out by Time, by Meanes, and Place,
All giuen to mine eare.
  King. But how hath she receiu'd his Loue?
  Pol. What do you thinke of me?
  King. As of a man, faithfull and Honourable.
  Pol. I wold faine proue so. But what might you think?   [1160]
When I had seene this hot loue on the wing,
As I perceiued it, I must tell you that
Before my Daughter told me what might you
Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere, think,
If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke,
Or giuen my heart a winking, mute and dumbe,
Or look'd vpon this Loue, with idle sight,
What might you thinke? No, I went round to worke,
And (my yong Mistris) thus I did bespeake
Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre,   [1170]
This must not be: and then, I Precepts gaue her,
That she should locke her selfe from his Resort,
Admit no Messengers, receiue no Tokens:
Which done, she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice,
And he repulsed A short Tale to make,
Fell into a Sadnesse, then into a Fast,
Thence to a Watch, thence into a Weaknesse,
Thence to a Lightnesse, and by this declension
Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues,
And all we waile for.   [1180]
  King. Do you thinke 'tis this?
  Qu. It may be very likely.
  Pol. Hath there bene such a time, I'de fain know that,
That I haue possitiuely said, 'tis so,
When it prou'd otherwise?
  King. Not that I know.
  Pol. Take this from this; if this be otherwise,
If Circumstances leade me, I will finde
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
Within the Center.   [1190]
  King. How may we try it further?
  Pol. You know sometimes
He walkes foure houres together, heere
In the Lobby.
  Qu. So he ha's indeed.
  Pol. At such a time Ile loose my Daughter to him,
Be you and I behinde an Arras then,
Marke the encounter: If he loue her not,
And be not from his reason falne thereon;
Let me be no Assistant for a State,   [1200]
And keepe a Farme and Carters.
  King. We will try it.
Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke.
  Qu. But looke where sadly the poore wretch
Comes reading.
  Pol. Away I do beseech you, both away,
Ile boord him presently.               Exit King & Queen.
Oh giue me leaue. How does my good Lord Hamlet?
  Ham. Well, God-a-mercy.
  Pol. Do you know me, my Lord?   [1210]
  Ham. Excellent, excellent well: y'are a Fishmonger.
  Pol. Not I my Lord.
  Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man.
  Pol. Honest, my Lord?
  Ham. I sir, to be honest as this world goes, is to bee
one man pick'd out of two thousand.
  Pol. That's very true, my Lord.
  Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge,
being a good kissing Carrion­­­
Haue you a daughter?   [1220]
  Pol. I haue my Lord.
  Ham. Let her not walke i'th'Sunne: Conception is a
blessing, but not as your daughter may conceiue. Friend
looke too't.
  Pol. How say you by that? Still harping on my daugh-
ter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I was a Fishmon-
ger: he is farre gone, farre gone: and truly in my youth,
I suffred much extreamity for loue: very neere this. Ile
speake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
  Ham. Words, words, words.   [1230]
  Pol. What is the matter, my Lord?
  Ham. Betweene who?
  Pol. I meane the matter you meane, my Lord.
  Ham. Slanders Sir: for the Satyricall slaue saies here,
that old men haue gray Beards; that their faces are wrin-
kled; their eyes purging thicke Amber, or Plum-Tree
Gumme: and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit,
together with weake Hammes. All which Sir, though I
most powerfully, and potently beleeue; yet I holde it
not Honestie to haue it thus set downe: For you your   [1240]
selfe Sir, should be old as I am, if like a Crab you could
go backward.
  Pol. Though this be madnesse,
Yet there is Method in't: will you walke
Out of the ayre my Lord?
  Ham. Into my Graue?
  Pol. Indeed that is out o'th' Ayre:
How pregnant (sometimes) his Replies are?
A happinesse,
That often Madnesse hits on,   [1250]
Which Reason and Sanitie could not
So prosperously be deliuer'd of.
I will leaue him,
And sodainely contriue the meanes of meeting
Betweene him, and my daughter.
My Honourable Lord, I will most humbly
Take my leaue of you.
  Ham. You cannot Sir take from me any thing, that I
will more willingly part withall, except my life, my
life.   [1260]
  Polon. Fare you well my Lord.
  Ham. These tedious old fooles.
  Polon. You goe to seeke my Lord Hamlet; there
hee is.
Enter Rosincran and Guildensterne.
  Rosin. God saue you Sir.
  Guild. Mine honour'd Lord?
  Rosin. My most deare Lord?
  Ham. My excellent good friends? How do'st thou
Guildensterne? Oh, Rosincrane; good Lads: How doe ye   [1270]
both?
  Rosin. As the indifferent Children of the earth.
  Guild. Happy, in that we are not ouer-happy: on For-
tunes Cap, we are not the very Button.
  Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shoo?
  Rosin. Neither my Lord.
  Ham. Then you liue about her waste, or in the mid-
dle of her fauour?
  Guil. Faith, her priuates, we.
  Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true:   [1280]
she is a Strumpet. What's the newes?
  Rosin. None my Lord; but that the World's growne
honest.
  Ham. Then is Doomesday neere: But your newes is
not true. Let me question more in particular: what haue
you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune,
that she sends you to Prison hither?
  Guil. Prison, my Lord?
  Ham. Denmark's a Prison.
  Rosin. Then is the World one.   [1290]
  Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Con-
fines, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'
worst.
  Rosin. We thinke not so my Lord.
  Ham. Why then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is
a prison.
  Rosin. Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis
too narrow for your minde.
  Ham. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and   [1300]
count my selfe a King of infinite space; were it not that
I haue bad dreames.
  Guil. Which dreames indeed are Ambition: for the
very substance of the Ambitious, is meerely the shadow
of a Dreame.
  Ham. A dreame it selfe is but a shadow.
  Rosin. Truely, and I hold Ambition of so ayry and
light a quality, that it is but a shadowes shadow.
  Ham. Then are our Beggers bodies; and our Mo-
narchs and out-stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes:   [1310]
shall wee to th' Court: for, by my fey I cannot rea-
son?
  Both. Wee'l wait vpon you.
  Ham. No such matter. I will not sort you with the
rest of my seruants: for to speake to you like an honest
man: I am most dreadfully attended; but in the beaten
way of friendship, What make you at Elsonower?
  Rosin. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion.
  Ham. Begger that I am, I am euen poore in thankes;
but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks   [1320]
are too deare a halfepeny; were you not sent for? Is it
your owne inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
deale iustly with me: come, come; nay speake.
  Guil. What should we say my Lord?
  Ham. Why any thing. But to the purpose; you were
sent for; and there is a kinde confession in your lookes;
which your modesties haue not craft enough to co-
lor, I know the good King & Queene haue sent for you.
  Rosin. To what end my Lord?
  Ham. That you must teach me: but let mee coniure   [1330]
you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preserued loue,
and by what more deare, a better proposer could charge
you withall; be euen and direct with me, whether you
were sent for or no.
  Rosin. What say you?
  Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you: if you loue me
hold not off.
  Guil. My Lord, we were sent for.
  Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation   [1340]
preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and
Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore
I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of ex-
ercise; and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my dispositi-
on; that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a ster-
rill Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe,
fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of va-
pours. What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in   [1350]
Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing
how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an An-
gel? in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the
world, the Parragon of Animals; and yet to me, what is
this Quintessence of Dust? Man delights not me; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
to say so.
  Rosin. My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my
thoughts.
  Ham. Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights   [1360]
not me?
  Rosin. To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man,
what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue
from you: wee coated them on the way, and hither are
they comming to offer you Seruice.
  Ham. He that playes the King shall be welcome; his
Maiesty shall haue Tribute of mee: the aduenturous
Knight shal vse his Foyle and Target: the Louer shall
not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in
peace: the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs   [1370]
are tickled a'th' sere: and the Lady shall say her minde
freely; or the blanke Verse shall halt for't: what Players
are they?
  Rosin. Euen those you were wont to take delight in
the Tragedians of the City.
  Ham. How chances it they trauaile? their resi-
dence both in reputation and profit was better both
wayes.
  Rosin. I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes
of the late Innouation?   [1380]
  Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did
when I was in the City? Are they so follow'd?
  Rosin. No indeed, they are not.
  Ham. How comes it? doe they grow rusty?
  Rosin. Nay, their indeauour keepes in the wonted
pace; But there is Sir an ayrie of Children, little
Yases, that crye out on the top of question; and
are most tyrannically clap't for't: these are now the
fashion, and so be-ratled the common Stages (so they
call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraide of   [1390]
Goose-quils, and dare scarse come thither.
  Ham. What are they Children? Who maintains 'em?
How are they escoted? Will they pursue the Quality no
longer then they can sing? Will they not say afterwards
if they should grow themselues to common Players (as
it is like most if their meanes are not better) their Wri-
ters do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their
owne Succession.
  Rosin. Faith there ha's bene much to do on both sides:
and the Nation holds it no sinne, to tarre them to Con-   [1400]
trouersie. There was for a while, no mony bid for argu-
ment, vnlesse the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in
the Question.
  Ham. Is't possible?
  Guild. Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of
Braines.
  Ham. Do the Boyes carry it away?
  Rosin. I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too.
  Ham. It is not strange: for mine Vnckle is King of
Denmarke, and those that would make mowes at him   [1410]
while my Father liued; giue twenty, forty, an hundred
Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little. There is some-
thing in this more then Naturall, if Philosophie could
finde it out.
                                          Flourish for the Players.
  Guil. There are the Players.
  Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcom to Elsonower: your
hands, come: The appurtenance of Welcome, is Fashion
and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garbe,
lest my extent to the Players (which I tell you must shew   [1420]
fairely outward) should more appeare like entertainment
then yours. You are welcome: but my Vnckle Father,
and Aunt Mother are deceiu'd.
  Guil. In what my deere Lord?
  Ham. I am but mad North, North-West: when the
Winde is Southerly, I know a Hawke from a Handsaw.
Enter Polonius.
  Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen.
  Ham. Hearke you Guildensterne, and you too: at each
eare a hearer: that great Baby you see there, is not yet   [1430]
out of his swathing clouts.
  Rosin. Happily he's the second time come to them: for
they say, an old man is twice a childe.
  Ham. I will Prophesie. Hee comes to tell me of the
Players. Mark it, you say right Sir: for a Monday mor-
ning 'twas so indeed.
  Pol. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
  Ham. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
When Rossius an Actor in Rome­­­
  Pol. The Actors are come hither my Lord.   [1440]
  Ham. Buzze, buzze.
  Pol. Vpon mine Honor.
  Ham. Then can each Actor on his Asse­­­
  Polon. The best Actors in the world, either for Trage-
die, Comedie, Historie, Pastorall: Pastoricall-Comicall-
Historicall-Pastorall: Tragicall-Historicall: Tragicall-
Comicall-Historicall-Pastorall: Scene indiuidible: or Po-
em vnlimited. Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plautus
too light, for the law of Writ, and the Liberty. These are
the onely men.   [1450]
  Ham. O Iephta Iudge of Israel, what a Treasure had'st
thou?
  Pol. What a Treasure had he, my Lord?
  Ham. Why one faire Daughter, and no more,
The which he loued passing well.
  Pol. Still on my Daughter.
  Ham. Am I not i'th'right old Iephta?
  Polon. If you call me Iephta my Lord, I haue a daugh-
ter that I loue passing well.
  Ham. Nay that followes not.   [1460]
  Polon. What followes then, my Lord?
  Ha. Why, As by lot, God wot: and then you know, It
came to passe, as most like it was: The first rowe of the
Pons Chanson will shew you more. For looke where my
Abridgements come.
Enter foure or fiue Players.
Y'are welcome Masters, welcome all. I am glad to see
thee well: Welcome good Friends. Oh my olde Friend?
Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last: Com'st thou to
beard me in Denmarke? What, my yong Lady and Mi-   [1470]
stris? Byrlady your Ladiship is neerer Heauen then when
I saw you last, by the altitude of a Choppine. Pray God
your voice like a peece of vncurrant Gold be not crack'd
within the ring. Masters, you are all welcome: wee'l e'ne
to't like French Faulconers, flie at any thing we see: wee'l
haue a Speech straight. Come giue vs a tast of your qua-
lity: come, a passionate speech.
  1. Play. What speech, my Lord?
  Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
neuer Acted: or if it was, not aboue once, for the Play I   [1480]
remember pleas'd not the Million, 'twas Cauiarie to the
Generall: but it was (as I receiu'd it, and others, whose
iudgement in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an
excellent Play: well digested in the Scoenes, set downe
with as much modestie, as cunning. I remember one said,
there was no Sallets in the lines, to make the matter sa-
uouty; nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite the
Author of affectation, but cal'd it an honest method. One
cheefe Speech in it, I cheefely lou'd, 'twas Aeneas Tale
to Dido, and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks   [1490]
of Priams slaughter. If it liue in your memory, begin at
this Line, let me see, let me see: The rugged Pyrrhus like
th' Hyrcanian Beast. It is not so: it begins with Pyrrhus



The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose Sable Armes
Blacke as his purpose, did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the Ominous Horse,
Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion smear'd
With Heraldry more dismall: Head to foote
Now is he to take Geulles, horridly Trick'd
With blood of Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sonnes,   [1500]
Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
That lend a tyrannous, and damned light
To their vilde Murthers, roasted in wrath and fire,
And thus o're-sized with coagulate gore,
VVith eyes like Carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Olde Grandsire Priam seekes.
  Pol. Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good ac-
cent, and good discretion.
  1. Player. Anon he findes him,
Striking too short at Greekes. His anticke Sword,   [1510]
Rebellious to his Arme, lyes where it falles
Repugnant to command: vnequall match,
Pyrrhus at Priam driues, in Rage strikes wide:
But with the whiffe and winde of his fell Sword,
Th'vnnerued Father fals. Then senselesse Illium,
Seeming to feele his blow, with flaming top
Stoopes to his Bace, and with a hideous crash
Takes Prisoner Pyrrhus eare. For loe, his Sword
Which was declining on the Milkie head
Of Reuerend Priam, seem'd i'th' Ayre to sticke:   [1520]
So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
And like a Newtrall to his will and matter, did nothing.

But as we often see against some storme,
A silence in the Heauens, the Racke stand still,
The bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder
Doth rend the Region. So after Pyrrhus pause,
A rowsed Vengeance sets him new a-worke,
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,   [1530]
With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword
Now falles on Priam.
Out, out, thou Strumpet-Fortune, all you Gods,
In generall Synod take away her power:
Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele,
And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen,
As low as to the Fiends.
  Pol. This is too long.
  Ham. It shall to'th Barbars, with your beard. Pry-
thee say on: He's for a Iigge, or a tale of Baudry, or hee   [1540]
sleepes. Say on; come to Hecuba.
  1. Play. But who, O who, had seen the inobled Queen.
  Ham. The inobled Queene?
  Pol. That's good: Inobled Queene is good.
  1. Play. Run bare-foot vp and downe,
Threatning the flame
With Bisson Rheume: A clout about that head,
Where late the Diadem stood, and for a Robe
About her lanke and all ore-teamed Loines,
A blanket in th' Alarum of feare caught vp.   [1550]
Who this had seene, with tongue in Venome steep'd,
'Gainst Fortunes State, would Treason haue pronounc'd?
But if the Gods themselues did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes,
The instant Burst of Clamour that she made
(Vnlesse things mortall moue them not at all)
Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen,
And passion in the Gods.
  Pol. Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and   [1560]
ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more.
  Ham. 'Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest,
soone. Good my Lord, will you see the Players wel be-
stow'd. Do ye heare, let them be well vs'd: for they are
the Abstracts and breefe Chronicles of the time. After
your death, you were better haue a bad Epitaph, then
their ill report while you liued.
  Pol. My Lord, I will vse them according to their de-
sart.
  Ham. Gods bodykins man, better. Vse euerie man   [1570]
after his desart, and who should scape whipping: vse
them after your own Honor and Dignity. The lesse they
deserue, the more merit is in your bountie. Take them
in.
  Pol. Come sirs.               Exit Polon.
  Ham. Follow him Friends: wee'l heare a play to mor-
row. Dost thou heare me old Friend, can you play the
murther of Gonzago?
  Play. I my Lord.
  Ham. Wee'l ha't to morrow night. You could for a   [1580]
need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines, which
I would set downe, and insert in't? Could ye not?
  Play. I my Lord.
  Ham. Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you
mock him not. My good Friends, Ile leaue you til night
you are welcome to Elsonower?
  Rosin. Good my Lord.               Exeunt.
Manet Hamlet.
  Ham. I so, God buy'ye: Now I am alone.
Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I?   [1590]
Is it not monstrous that this Player heere,
But in a Fixion, in a dreame of Passion,
Could force his soule so to his whole conceit,
That from her working, all his visage warm'd;
Teares in his eyes, distraction in's Aspect,
A broken voyce, and his whole Function suiting
With Formes, to his Conceit? And all for nothing?
For Hecuba?
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weepe for her? What would he doe,   [1600]
Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion
That I haue? He would drowne the Stage with teares,
And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech:
Make mad the guilty, and apale the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed,
The very faculty of Eyes and Eares. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-metled Rascall, peake
Like Iohn a-dreames, vnpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing: No, not for a King,
Vpon whose property, and most deere life,   [1610]
A damn'd defeate was made. Am I a Coward?
Who calles me Villaine? breakes my pate a-crosse?
Pluckes off my Beard, and blowes it in my face?
Tweakes me by'th'Nose? giues me the Lye i'th'Throate,
As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this?
Ha? Why I should take it: for it cannot be,
But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd, and lacke Gall
To make Oppression bitter, or ere this,
I should haue fatted all the Region Kites
With this Slaues Offall, bloudy: a Bawdy villaine,   [1620]
Remorselesse, Treacherous, Letcherous, kindles villaine!
Oh Vengeance!
Who? What an Asse am I? I sure, this is most braue,
That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered,
Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen, and Hell,
Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,
And fall a Cursing like a very Drab.
A Scullion? Fye vpon't: Foh. About my Braine.
I haue heard, that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play,
Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene,   [1630]
Bene strooke so to the soule, that presently
They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions.
For Murther, though it haue no tongue, will speake
With most myraculous Organ. Ile haue these Players,
Play something like the murder of my Father,
Before mine Vnkle. Ile obserue his lookes,
Ile tent him to the quicke: If he but blench
I know my course. The Spirit that I haue seene
May be the Diuell, and the Diuel hath power
T'assume a pleasing shape, yea and perhaps   [1640]
Out of my Weaknesse, and my Melancholly,
As he is very potent with such Spirits,
Abuses me to damne me. Ile haue grounds
More Relatiue then this: The Play's the thing,
Wherein Ile catch the Conscience of the King.               Exit


[Hamlet (Folio) 3.1]

Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Ro-
sincrance, Guildenstern, and Lords.
  King. And can you by no drift of circumstance
Get from him why he puts on this Confusion:
Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet   [1650]
With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy.
  Rosin. He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,
But from what cause he will by no meanes speake.
  Guil. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe:
When we would bring him on to some Confession
Of his true state.
  Qu. Did he receiue you well?
  Rosin. Most like a Gentleman.
  Guild. But with much forcing of his disposition.   [1660]
  Rosin. Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
  Qu. Did you assay him to any pastime?
  Rosin. Madam, it so fell out, that certaine Players
We ore-wrought on the way: of these we told him,
And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy
To heare of it: They are about the Court,
And (as I thinke) they haue already order
This night to play before him.
  Pol. 'Tis most true:   [1670]
And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties
To heare, and see the matter.
  King. With all my heart, and it doth much content me

To heare him so inclin'd. Good Gentlemen,
Giue him a further edge, and driue his purpose on
To these delights.
  Rosin. We shall my Lord.               Exeunt.
























  King. Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too,
For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may there   [1680]
Affront Ophelia. Her Father, and my selfe (lawful espials)
Will so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene
We may of their encounter frankely iudge,
And gather by him, as he is behaued,
If't be th'affliction of his loue, or no.
That thus he suffers for.
  Qu. I shall obey you,
And for your part Ophelia, I do wish
That your good Beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlets wildenesse: so shall I hope your Vertues   [1690]
Will bring him to his wonted way againe,
To both your Honors.
  Ophe. Madam, I wish it may.
  Pol. Ophelia, walke you heere. Gracious so please ye
We will bestow our selues: Reade on this booke,
That shew of such an exercise may colour
Your lonelinesse. We are oft too blame in this,
'Tis too much prou'd, that with Deuotions visage,
And pious Action, we do surge o're
The diuell himselfe.   [1700]
  King. Oh 'tis true:
How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience?
The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art
Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it,
Then is my deede, to my most painted word.
Oh heauie burthen!
  Pol. I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord.
                                          Exeunt.
Enter Hamlet.
  Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Question:   [1710]
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,
Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe
No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
Deuoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,
To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,   [1720]
When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile,
Must giue vs pawse. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare   [1730]
To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne
No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,
And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,
Then flye to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all,
And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution
Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,   [1740]
With this regard their Currants turne away,
And loose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The faire Ophelia? Nimph, in thy Orizons
Be all my sinnes remembred.
  Ophe. Good my Lord,
How does your Honor for this many a day?
  Ham. I humbly thanke you: well, well, well.
  Ophe. My Lord, I haue Remembrances of yours,
That I haue longed long to re-deliuer.
I pray you now, receiue them.   [1750]
  Ham. No, no, I neuer gaue you ought.
  Ophe. My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd,
As made the things more rich, then perfume left:
Take these againe, for to the Noble minde
Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde.
There my Lord.
  Ham. Ha, ha: Are you honest?
  Ophe. My Lord.
  Ham. Are you faire?   [1760]
  Ophe. What meanes your Lordship?
  Ham. That if you be honest and faire, your Honesty
should admit no discourse to your Beautie.
  Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce
then your Honestie?
  Ham. I trulie: for the power of Beautie, will sooner
transforme Honestie from what is, to a Bawd, then the
force of Honestie can translate Beautie into his likenesse.
This was sometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it
proofe. I did loue you once.   [1770]
  Ophe. Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue so.
  Ham. You should not haue beleeued me. For vertue
cannot so innocculate our old stocke, but we shall rellish
of it. I loued you not.
  Ophe. I was the more deceiued.
  Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would'st thou
be a breeder of Sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest,
but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were bet-
ter my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, re-
uengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke,   [1780]
then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue
them shape, or time to acte them in. What should such
Fellowes as I do, crawling betweene Heauen and Earth.
We are arrant Knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy
wayes to a Nunnery. Where's your Father?


  Ophe. At home, my Lord.
  Ham. Let the doores be shut vpon him, that he may
play the Foole no way, but in's owne house. Farewell.

  Ophe. O helpe him, you sweet Heauens.
  Ham. If thou doest Marry, Ile giue thee this Plague   [1790]
for thy Dowrie. Be thou as chast as Ice, as pure as Snow,
thou shalt not escape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery.
Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool:
for Wise men know well enough, what monsters you
make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Far-
well.

  Ophe. O heauenly Powers, restore him.
  Ham. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough.
God has giuen you one pace, and you make your selfe an-
other: you gidge, you amble, and you lispe, and nickname   [1800]
Gods creatures, and make your Wantonnesse, your Ig-
norance. Go too, Ile no more on't, it hath made me mad.
I say, we will haue no more Marriages. Those that are
married already, all but one shall liue, the rest shall keep
as they are. To a Nunnery, go.               Exit Hamlet.


  Ophe. O what a Noble minde is heere o're-throwne?
The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers: Eye, tongue, sword,
Th'expectansie and Rose of the faire State,
The glasse of Fashion, and the mould of Forme,
Th'obseru'd of all Obseruers, quite, quite downe.   [1810]
Haue I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,
That suck'd the Honie of his Musicke Vowes:
Now see that Noble, and most Soueraigne Reason,
Like sweet Bels iangled out of tune, and harsh,
That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth,
Blasted with extasie. Oh woe is me,
T'haue seene what I haue seene: see what I see.
Enter King, and Polonius.
  King. Loue? His affections do not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd Forme a little,   [1820]
Was not like Madnesse. There's something in his soule?
O're which his Melancholly sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch, and the disclose
Will be some danger, which to preuent
I haue in quicke determination
Thus set it downe. He shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected Tribute:
Haply the Seas and Countries different
With variable Obiects, shall expell
This something setled matter in his heart:   [1830]
Whereon his Braines still beating, puts him thus
From fashion of himselfe. What thinke you on't?

  Pol. It shall do well. But yet do I beleeue
The Origin and Commencement of this greefe
Sprung from neglected loue. How now Ophelia?
You neede not tell vs, what Lord Hamlet saide,
We heard it all. My Lord, do as you please,
But if you hold it fit after the Play,
Let his Queene Mother all alone intreat him
To shew his Greefes: let her be round with him,   [1840]
And Ile be plac'd so, please you in the eare
Of all their Conference. If she finde him not,
To England send him: Or confine him where
Your wisedome best shall thinke.
  King. It shall be so:
Madnesse in great Ones, must not vnwatch'd go.
                                          Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Folio) 3.2]

Enter Hamlet, and two or three of the Players.
  Ham. Speake the Speech I pray you, as I pronounc'd
it to you trippingly on the Tongue: But if you mouth it,   [1850]
as many of your Players do, I had as liue the Town-Cryer
had spoke my Lines: Nor do not saw the Ayre too much
your hand thus, but vse all gently; for in the verie Tor-
rent, Tempest, and (as I may say) the Whirle-winde of
Passion, you must acquire and beget a Temperance that
may giue it Smoothnesse. O it offends mee to the Soule,
to see a robustious Pery-wig-pated Fellow, teare a Passi-
on to tatters, to verie ragges, to split the eares of the
Groundlings: who (for the most part) are capeable of
nothing, but inexplicable dumbe shewes, & noise: I could   [1860]
haue such a Fellow whipt for o're-doing Termagant: it
out- Herod's Herod. Pray you auoid it.
  Player. I warrant your Honor.
  Ham. Be not too tame neyther: but let your owne
Discretion be your Tutor. Sute the Action to the Word,
the Word to the Action, with this speciall obseruance:
That you ore-stop not the modestie of Nature; for any
thing so ouer-done, is frõ the purpose of Playing, whose
end both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twer
the Mirrour vp to Nature; to shew Vertue her owne   [1870]
Feature, Scorne her owne Image, and the verie Age and
Bodie of the Time, his forme and pressure. Now, this
ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it make the vnskil-
full laugh, cannot but make the Iudicious greeue; The
censure of the which One, must in your allowance o're-
way a whole Theater of Others. Oh, there bee Players
that I haue seene Play, and heard others praise, and that
highly (not to speake it prophanely) that neyther hauing
the accent of Christians, nor the gate of Christian, Pagan,
or Norman, haue so strutted and bellowed, that I haue   [1880]
thought some of Natures Iouerney-men had made men,
and not made them well, they imitated Humanity so ab-
hominably.
  Play. I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with
vs, Sir.
  Ham. O reforme it altogether. And let those that
play your Clownes, speake no more then is set downe for
them. For there be of them, that will themselues laugh,
to set on some quantitie of barren Spectators to laugh
too, though in the meane time, some necessary Question   [1890]
of the Play be then to be considered: that's Villanous, &
shewes a most pittifull Ambition in the Foole that vses
it. Go make you readie.               Exit Players.
                                  Enter Polonius, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.
How now my Lord,
Will the King heare this peece of Worke?









  Pol. And the Queene too, and that presently.
  Ham. Bid the Players make hast.               Exit Polonius.
Will you two helpe to hasten them?
  Both. We will my Lord.               Exeunt.   [1900]
Enter Horatio.
  Ham. What hoa, Horatio?
  Hora. Heere sweet Lord, at your Seruice.
  Ham. Horatio, thou art eene as iust a man
As ere my Conuersation coap'd withall.
  Hora. O my deere Lord.
  Ham. Nay, do not thinke I flatter:
For what aduancement may I hope from thee,
That no Reuennew hast, but thy good spirits
To feed & cloath thee. Why shold the poor be flatter'd?   [1910]
No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pompe,
And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare,
Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for her selfe. For thou hast bene
As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing.
A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards
Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And blest are those,
Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co-mingled,   [1920]
That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger,
To sound what stop she please. Giue me that man,
That is not Passions Slaue, and I will weare him
In my hearts Core: I, in my Heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a Play to night to before the King,
One Scoene of it comes neere the Circumstance
Which I haue told thee, of my Fathers death.
I prythee, when thou see'st that Acte a-foot,
Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule   [1930]
Obserue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt,
Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech,
It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene:
And my Imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note,
For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face:
And after we will both our iudgements ioyne,
To censure of his seeming.
  Hora. Well my Lord.
If he steale ought the whil'st this Play is Playing,   [1940]
And scape detecting, I will pay the Theft.


Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincranoe,
Guildensterne, and other Lords attendant with
his Guard carrying Torches. Danish
March. Sound a Flourish.
  Ham. They are comming to the Play: I must be idle.
Get you a place.
  King. How fares our Cosin Hamlet?
  Ham. Excellent Ifaith, of the Camelions dish: I eate
the Ayre promise-cramm'd, you cannot feed Capons so.   [1950]
  King. I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet, these
words are not mine.
  Ham. No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once
i'th'Vniuersity, you say?
  Polon. That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good
Actor.
  Ham. And what did you enact?
  Pol. I did enact Iulius Caesar, I was kill'd i'th'Capitol:
Brutus kill'd me.
  Ham. It was a bruite part of him, to kill so Capitall a   [1960]
Calfe there. Be the Players ready?
  Rosin. I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.
  Qu. Come hither my good Hamlet, sit by me.
  Ha. No good Mother, here's Mettle more attractiue.
  Pol. Oh ho, do you marke that?
  Ham. Ladie, shall I lye in your Lap?
  Ophe. No my Lord.
  Ham. I meane, my Head vpon your Lap?
  Ophe. I my Lord.
  Ham. Do you thinke I meant Country matters?   [1970]
  Ophe. I thinke nothing, my Lord.
  Ham. That's a faire thought to ly betweene Maids legs
  Ophe. What is my Lord?
  Ham. Nothing.
  Ophe. You are merrie, my Lord?
  Ham. Who I?
  Ophe. I my Lord.
  Ham. Oh God, your onely Iigge-maker: what should
a man do, but be merrie. For looke you how cheereful-
ly my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two   [1980]
Houres.
  Ophe. Nay, 'tis twice two moneths, my Lord.
  Ham. So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke,
for Ile haue a suite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two mo-
neths ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a
great mans Memorie, may out-liue his life halfe a yeare:
But byrlady he must builde Churches then: or else shall
he suffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horsse, whose
Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby-horse is forgot.
Hoboyes play. The dumbe shew enters.   [1990]
Enter a King and Queene, very louingly; the Queene embra-
cing him. She kneeles, and makes shew of Protestation vnto
him. He takes her vp, and dcclines his head vpon her neck.
Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers. She seeing him
a-sleepe, leaues him. Anon comes in a Fellow, takes off his
Crowne, kisses it, and powres poyson in the Kings eares, and
Exits. The Queene returnes, findes the King dead, and
makes passionate Action. The Poysoner, with some two or
three Mutes comes in againe, seeming to lament with her.
The dead body is carried away: The Poysoner Wooes the   [2000]
Queene with Gifts, she seemes loath and vnwilling awhile,
but in the end, accepts his loue.               Exeunt
  Ophe. What meanes this, my Lord?
  Ham. Marry this is Miching Malicho, that meanes
Mischeefe.
  Ophe. Belike this shew imports the Argument of the
Play?
  Ham. We shall know by these Fellowes: the Players
cannot keepe counsell, they'l tell all.
  Ophe. Will they tell vs what this shew meant?   [2010]
  Ham. I, or any shew that you'l shew him. Bee not
you asham'd to shew, hee'l not shame to tell you what it
meanes.
  Ophe. You are naught, you are naught, Ile marke the
Play.
Enter Prologue.
For vs, and for our Tragedie,
Heere stooping to your Clemencie:
We begge your hearing Patientlie.
  Ham. Is this a Prologue, or the Poesie of a Ring?   [2020]
  Ophe. 'Tis briefe my Lord.
  Ham. As Womans loue.
Enter King and his Queene.
  King. Full thirtie times hath Phoebus Cart gon round,
Neptunes salt Wash, and Tellus Orbed ground:
And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene,
About the World haue times twelue thirties beene,
Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Vnite comutuall, in most sacred Bands.
  Bap. So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone   [2030]
Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be done.
But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
So farre from cheere, and from your forme state,
That I distrust you: yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must:

For womens Feare and Loue, holds quantitie,
In neither ought, or in extremity:
Now what my loue is, proofe hath made you know,
And as my Loue is siz'd, my Feare is so.


  King. Faith I must leaue thee Loue, and shortly too:   [2040]
My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do:
And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde,
Honour'd, belou'd, and haply, one as kinde.
For Husband shalt thou­­­
  Bap. Oh confound the rest:
Such Loue, must needs be Treason in my brest:
In second Husband, let me be accurst,
None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.
  Ham. Wormwood, Wormwood.
  Bapt. The instances that second Marriage moue,   [2050]
Are base respects of Thrift, but none of Loue.
A second time, I kill my Husband dead,
When second Husband kisses me in Bed.
  King. I do beleeue you. Think what now you speak:
But what we do determine, oft we breake:
Purpose is but the slaue to Memorie,
Of violent Birth, but poore validitie:
Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree,
But fall vnshaken, when they mellow bee.
Most necessary 'tis, that we forget   [2060]
To pay our selues, what to our selues is debt:
What to our selues in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of other Greefe or Ioy,
Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy:
Where Ioy most Reuels, Greefe doth most lament;
Greefe ioyes, Ioy greeues on slender accident.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change.
For 'tis a question left vs yet to proue,   [2070]
Whether Loue lead Fortune, or else Fortune Loue.
The great man downe, you marke his fauourites flies,
The poore aduanc'd, makes Friends of Enemies:
And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend,
For who not needs, shall neuer lacke a Frend:
And who in want a hollow Friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his Enemie.
But orderly to end, where I begun,
Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run,
That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne,   [2080]
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne.
So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed.
But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead.
  Bap. Nor Earth to giue me food, nor Heauen light,
Sport and repose locke from me day and night:


Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy,
Meet what I would haue well, and it destroy:
Both heere, and hence, pursue me lasting strife,
If once a Widdow, euer I be Wife.
  Ham. If she should breake it now.   [2090]
  King. 'Tis deepely sworne:
Sweet, leaue me heere a while,
My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
The tedious day with sleepe.
  Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine,               Sleepes
And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine.               Exit
  Ham. Madam, how like you this Play?
  Qu. The Lady protests to much me thinkes.
  Ham. Oh but shee'l keepe her word.
  King. Haue you heard the Argument, is there no Of-   [2100]
fence in't?
  Ham. No, no, they do but iest, poyson in iest, no Of-
fence i'th'world.
  King. What do you call the Play?
  Ham. The Mouse-trap: Marry how? Tropically:
This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna: Gon-
zago is the Dukes name, his wife Baptista: you shall see
anon: 'tis a knauish peece of worke: But what o'that?
Your Maiestie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches
vs not: let the gall d iade winch: our withers are vnrung.   [2110]
Enter Lucianus.
This is one Lucianus nephew to the King.
  Ophe. You are a good Chorus, my Lord.
  Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue:
if I could see the Puppets dallying.
  Ophe. You are keene my Lord, you are keene.
  Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my
edge.
  Ophe. Still better and worse.
  Ham. So you mistake Husbands.   [2120]
Begin Murderer. Pox, leaue thy damnable Faces, and
begin. Come, the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Re-
uenge.
  Lucian. Thoughts blacke, hands apt,
Drugges fit, and Time agreeing:
Confederate season, else, no Creature seeing:
Thou mixture ranke, of Midnight Weeds collected,
With Hecats Ban, thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy naturall Magicke, and dire propertie,
On wholsome life, vsurpe immediately.   [2130]
                                          Powres the poyson in his eares.
  Ham. He poysons him i'th'Garden for's estate: His
name's Gonzago: the Story is extant and writ in choyce
Italian. You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the
loue of Gonzago's wife.
  Ophe. The King rises.
  Ham. What, frighted with false fire.
  Qu. How fares my Lord?
  Pol. Giue o're the Play.
  King. Giue me some Light. Away.   [2140]
  All. Lights, Lights, Lights.               Exeunt
Manet Hamlet & Horatio.
  Ham. Why let the strucken Deere go weepe,
The Hart vngalled play:
For some must watch, while some must sleepe;
So runnes the world away.
Would not this Sir, and a Forrest of Feathers, if the rest of
my Fortunes tutne Turke with me; with two Prouinciall
Roses on my rac'd Shooes, get me a Fellowship in a crie
of Players sir.   [2150]
  Hor. Halfe a share.
  Ham. A whole one I,
For thou dost know: Oh Damon deere,
This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe,
And now reignes heere.
A verie verie Paiocke.
  Hora. You might haue Rim'd.
  Ham. Oh good Horatio, Ile take the Ghosts word for
a thousand pound. Did'st perceiue?
  Hora. Verie well my Lord.   [2160]
  Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning?
  Hora. I did verie well note him.
Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
  Ham. Oh, ha? Come some Musick. Come y Recorders:
For if the King like not the Comedie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Come some Musicke.

  Guild. Good my Lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
  Ham. Sir, a whole History.
  Guild. The King, sir.   [2170]
  Ham. I sir, what of him?
  Guild. Is in his retyrement, maruellous distemper'd.
  Ham. With drinke Sir?
  Guild. No my Lord, rather with choller.
  Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more ri-
cher, to signifie this to his Doctor: for for me to put him
to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre
more Choller.
  Guild. Good my Lord put your discourse into some
frame, and start not so wildely from my affayre.   [2180]
  Ham. I am tame Sir, pronounce.
  Guild. The Queene your Mother, in most great affli-
ction of spirit, hath sent me to you.
  Ham. You are welcome.
  Guild. Nay, good my Lord, this courtesie is not of
the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a whol-
some answer, I will doe your Mothers command'ment:
if not, your pardon, and my returne shall bee the end of
my Businesse.
  Ham. Sir, I cannot.   [2190]
  Guild. What, my Lord?
  Ham. Make you a wholsome answere: my wits dis-
eas'd. But sir, such answers as I can make, you shal com-
mand: or rather you say, my Mother: therfore no more
but to the matter. My Mother you say.
  Rosin. Then thus she sayes: your behauior hath stroke
her into amazement, and admiration.
  Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne, that can so astonish a
Mother. But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mo-
thers admiration?   [2200]
  Rosin. She desires to speake with you in her Closset,
ere you go to bed.
  Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our Mother.
Haue you any further Trade with vs?
  Rosin. My Lord, you once did loue me.
  Ham. So I do still, by these pickers and stealers.
  Rosin. Good my Lord, what is your cause of distem-
per? You do freely barre the doore of your owne Liber-
tie, if you deny your greefes to your Friend.
  Ham. Sir I lacke Aduancement.   [2210]
  Rosin. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of
the King himselfe, for your Succession in Denmarke?
  Ham. I, but while the grasse growes, the Prouerbe is
something musty.
Enter one with a Recorder.
O the Recorder. Let me see, to withdraw with you, why
do you go about to recouer the winde of mee, as if you
would driue me into a toyle?
  Guild. O my Lord, if my Dutie be too bold, my loue
is too vnmannerly.   [2220]
  Ham. I do not well vnderstand that. Will you play
vpon this Pipe?
  Guild. My Lord, I cannot.
  Ham. I pray you.
  Guild. Beleeue me, I cannot.
  Ham. I do beseech you.
  Guild. I know no touch of it, my Lord.
  Ham. 'Tis as easie as lying: gouerne these Ventiges
with your finger and thumbe, giue it breath with your
mouth, and it will discourse most excellent Musicke.   [2230]
Looke you, these are the stoppes.
  Guild. But these cannot I command to any vtterance
of hermony, I haue not the skill.
  Ham. Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing
you make of me: you would play vpon mee; you would
seeme to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart
of my Mysterie; you would sound mee from my lowest
Note, to the top of my Compasse: and there is much Mu-
sicke, excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot
you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am easier to bee   [2240]
plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will,
though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me. God
blesse you Sir.
Enter Polonius.
  Polon. My Lord; the Queene would speak with you,
and presently.
  Ham. Do you see that Clowd? that's almost in shape
like a Camell.
  Polon. By'th'Misse, and it's like a Camell indeed.
  Ham. Me thinkes it is like a Weazell.   [2250]
  Polon. It is back'd like a Weazell.
  Ham. Or like a Whale?
  Polon. Verie like a Whale.
  Ham. Then will I come to my Mother, by and by:
They foole me to the top of my bent.
I will come by and by.
  Polon. I will say so.               Exit.
  Ham. By and by, is easily said. Leaue me Friends:
'Tis now the verie witching time of night,
When Churchyards yawne, and Hell it selfe breaths out   [2260]
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter businesse as the day
Would quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother:
Oh Heart, loose not thy Nature; let not euer
The Soule of Nero, enter this firme bosome:
Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
I will speake Daggers to her, but vse none:
My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites.
How in my words someuer she be shent,
To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule consent.   [2270]


[Hamlet (Folio) 3.3]

Enter King, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.
  King. I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs,
To let his madnesse range. Therefore prepare you,
I your Commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you:
The termes of our estate, may not endure
Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely grow
Out of his Lunacies.
  Guild. We will our selues prouide:
Most holie and Religious feare it is   [2280]
To keepe those many many bodies safe
That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.
  Rosin. The single
And peculiar life is bound
With all the strength and Armour of the minde,
To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more,
That Spirit, vpon whose spirit depends and rests
The liues of many, the cease of Maiestie
Dies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth draw
What's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheele   [2290]
Fixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount,
To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser things
Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles,
Each small annexment, pettie consequence
Attends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer alone
Did the King sighe, but with a generall grone.
  King. Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage;
For we will Fetters put vpon this feare,
Which now goes too free-footed.
  Both. We will haste vs.               Exeunt Gent.   [2300]
Enter Polonius.
  Pol. My Lord, he's going to his Mothers Closset:
Behinde the Arras Ile conuey my selfe
To heare the Processe. Ile warrant shee'l tax him home,
And as you said, and wisely was it said,
'Tis meete that some more audience then a Mother,
Since Nature makes them partiall, should o're-heare
The speech of vantage. Fare you well my Liege,
Ile call vpon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.   [2310]
  King. Thankes deere my Lord.
Oh my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen,
It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't,
A Brothers murther. Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharpe as will:
My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent,
And like a man to double businesse bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect; what if this cursed hand
Were thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood,   [2320]
Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heauens
To wash it white as Snow? Whereto serues mercy,
But to confront the visage of Offence?
And what's in Prayer, but this two-fold force,
To be fore-stalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being downe? Then Ile looke vp,
My fault is past. But oh, what forme of Prayer
Can serue my turne? Forgiue me my foule Murther:
That cannot be, since I am still possest
Of those effects for which I did the Murther.   [2330]
My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene:
May one be pardon'd, and retaine th'offence?
In the corrupted currants of this world,
Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice,
And oft 'tis seene, the wicked prize it selfe
Buyes out the Law; but 'tis not so aboue,
There is no shuffling, there the Action lyes
In his true Nature, and we our selues compell'd
Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To giue in euidence. What then? What rests?   [2340]
Try what Repentance can. What can it not?
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
Oh wretched state! Oh bosome, blacke as death!
Oh limed soule, that strugling to be free,
Art more ingag'd: Helpe Angels, make assay:
Bow stubborne knees, and heart with strings of Steele,
Be soft as sinewes of the new-borne Babe,
All may be well.
Enter Hamlet.
  Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,   [2350]
And now Ile doo't, and so he goes to Heauen,
And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd,
A Villaine killes my Father, and for that
I his foule Sonne, do this same Villaine send
To heauen. Oh this is hyre and Sallery, not Reuenge.

He tooke my Father grossely, full of bread,
With all his Crimes broad blowne, as fresh as May,
And how his Audit stands, who knowes, saue Heauen:
But in our circumstance and course of thought
'Tis heauie with him: and am I then reueng'd,   [2360]
To take him in the purging of his Soule,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No.

Vp Sword, and know thou a more horrid hent
When he is drunke asleepe: or in his Rage,
Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At gaming, swearing, or about some acte
That ha's no rellish of Saluation in't,
Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at Heauen,
And that his Soule may be as damn'd aud blacke
As Hell, whereto it goes. My Mother stayes,   [2370]
This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes.               Exit.
  King. My words flye vp, my thoughts remain below,
Words without thoughts, neuer to Heauen go.               Exit.


[Hamlet (Folio) 3.4]

Enter Queene and Polonius.
  Pol. He will come straight:
Looke you lay home to him,
Tell him his prankes haue been too broad to beare with,
And that your Grace hath scree'nd, and stoode betweene
Much heate, and him. Ile silence me e'ene heere:
Pray you be round with him.   [2380]
  Ham. within. Mother, mother, mother.
  Qu. Ile warrant you, feare me not.
Withdraw, I heare him comming.
Enter Hamlet.
  Ham. Now Mother, what's the matter?
  Qu. Hamlet, thou hast thy Father much offended.
  Ham. Mother, you haue my Father much offended.
  Qu. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
  Ham. Go, go, you question with an idle tongue.
  Qu. Why how now Hamlet?   [2390]
  Ham. Whats the matter now?
  Qu. Haue you forgot me?
  Ham. No by the Rood, not so:
You are the Queene, your Husbands Brothers wife,
But would you were not so. You are my Mother.
  Qu. Nay, then Ile set those to you that can speake.
  Ham. Come, come, and sit you downe, you shall not
boudge:
You go not till I set you vp a glasse,
Where you may see the inmost part of you?   [2400]
  Qu. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me?
Helpe, helpe, hoa.
  Pol. What hoa, helpe, helpe, helpe.
  Ham. How now, a Rat? dead for a Ducate, dead.
  Pol. Oh I am slaine.               Killes Polonius.
  Qu. Oh me, what hast thou done?
  Ham. Nay I know not, is it the King?
  Qu. Oh what a rash, and bloody deed is this?
  Ham. A bloody deed, almost as bad good Mother,
As kill a King, and marrie with his Brother.   [2410]
  Qu. As kill a King?
  Ham. I Lady, 'twas my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding foole farewell,
I tooke thee for thy Betters, take thy Fortune,
Thou find'st to be too busie, is some danger.
Leaue wringing of your hands, peace, sit you downe,
And let me wring your heart, for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuffe;
If damned Custome haue not braz'd it so,
That it is proofe and bulwarke against Sense.   [2420]
  Qu. What haue I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tong,
In noise so rude against me?
  Ham. Such an Act
That blurres the grace and blush of Modestie,
Cals Vertue Hypocrite, takes off the Rose
From the faire forehead of an innocent loue,
And makes a blister there. Makes marriage vowes
As false as Dicers Oathes. Oh such a deed,
As from the body of Contraction pluckes
The very soule, and sweete Religion makes   [2430]
A rapsidie of words. Heauens face doth glow,
Yea this solidity and compound masse,
With tristfull visage as against the doome,
Is thought-sicke at the act.
  Qu. Aye me; what act, that roares so lowd, & thun-
ders in the Index.
  Ham. Looke heere vpon this Picture, and on this,
The counterfet presentment of two Brothers:
See what a grace was seated on his Brow,
Hyperions curles, the front of Ioue himselfe,   [2440]
An eye like Mars, to threaten or command
A Station, like the Herald Mercurie
New lighted on a heauen-kissing hill:
A Combination, and a forme indeed,
Where euery God did seeme to set his Seale,
To giue the world assurance of a man.
This was your Husband. Looke you now what followes.
Heere is your Husband, like a Mildew'd eare
Blasting his wholsom breath. Haue you eyes?
Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed,   [2450]
And batten on this Moore? Ha? Haue you eyes?
You cannot call it Loue: For at your age,
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waites vpon the Iudgement: and what Iudgement
Would step from this, to this? What diuell was't,





That thus hath cousend you at hoodman-blinde?



O Shame! where is thy Blush? Rebellious Hell,

If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
To flaming youth, let Vertue be as waxe,
And melt in her owne fire. Proclaime no shame,   [2460]
When the compulsiue Ardure giues the charge,
Since Frost it selfe, as actiuely doth burne,
As Reason panders Will.
  Qu. O Hamlet, speake no more.
Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soule,
And there I see such blacke and grained spots,
As will not leaue their Tinct.
  Ham. Nay, but to liue
In the ranke sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew'd in Corruption; honying and making loue   [2470]
Ouer the nasty Stye.
  Qu. Oh speake to me, no more,
These words like Daggers enter in mine eares.
No more sweet Hamlet.
  Ham. A Murderer, and a Villaine:
A Slaue, that is not twentieth patt the tythe
Of your precedent Lord. A vice of Kings,
A Cutpurse of the Empire and the Rule.
That from a shelfe, the precious Diadem stole,
And put it in his Pocket.   [2480]
  Qu. No more.
Enter Ghost.
  Ham. A King of shreds and patches.
Saue me; and houer o're me with your wings
You heauenly Guards. What would you gracious figure?
  Qu. Alas he's mad.
  Ham. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide,
That laps't in Time and Passion, lets go by
Th'important acting of your dread command? Oh say.
  Ghost. Do not forget: this Visitation   [2490]
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But looke, Amazement on thy Mother sits;
O step betweene her, and her fighting Soule,
Conceit in weakest bodies, strongest workes.
Speake to her Hamlet.
  Ham. How is it with you Lady?
  Qu. Alas, how is't with you?
That you bend your eye on vacancie,
And with their corporall ayre do hold discourse.
Forth at your eyes, your spirits wildely peepe,   [2500]
And as the sleeping Soldiours in th'Alarme,
Your bedded haire, like life in excrements,
Start vp, and stand an end. Oh gentle Sonne,
Vpon the heate and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle coole patience. Whereon do you looke?
  Ham. On him, on him: look you how pale he glares,
His forme and cause conioyn'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capeable. Do not looke vpon me,
Least with this pitteous action you conuert
My sterne effects: then what I haue to do,   [2510]
Will want true colour; teares perchance for blood.
  Qu. To who do you speake this?
  Ham. Do you see nothing there?
  Qu. Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
  Ham. Nor did you nothing heare?
  Qu. No, nothing but our selues.
  Ham. Why look you there: looke how it steals away:
My Father in his habite, as he liued,
Looke where he goes euen now out at the Portall. Exit.
  Qu. This is the very coynage of your Braine,   [2520]
This bodilesse Creation extasie is very cunning in.
  Ham. Extasie?
My Pulse as yours doth temperately keepe time,
And makes as healthfull Musicke. It is not madnesse
That I haue vttered; bring me to the Test
And I the matter will re-word: which madnesse
Would gamboll from. Mother, for loue of Grace,
Lay not a flattering Vnction to your soule,
That not your trespasse, but my madnesse speakes:
It will but skin and filme the Vlcerous place,   [2530]
Whil'st ranke Corruption mining all within,
Infects vnseene. Confesse your selfe to Heauen,
Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come,
And do not spred the Compost or the Weedes,
To make them ranke. Forgiue me this my Vertue,
For in the fatnesse of this pursie times,
Vertue it selfe, of Vice must pardon begge,
Yea courb, and woe, for leaue to do him good.
  Qu. Oh Hamlet,
Thou hast cleft my heart in twaine.   [2540]
  Ham. O throw away the worser part of it,
And liue the purer with the other halfe.
Good night, but go not to mine Vnkles bed,
Assume a Vertue, if you haue it not, refraine to night,





And that shall lend a kinde of easinesse
To the next abstinence. Once more goodnight,



And when you are desirous to be blest,
Ile blessing begge of you. For this same Lord,
I do repent: but heauen hath pleas'd it so,
To punish me with this, and this with me,   [2550]
That I must be their Scourge and Minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well
The death I gaue him: so againe, good night.
I must be cruell, onely to be kinde;
Thus bad begins, and worse remaines behinde.

  Qu. What shall I do?
  Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you do:
Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed,
Pinch Wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,   [2560]
Or padling in your necke with his damn'd Fingers,
Make you to rauell all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madnesse,
But made in craft. 'Twere good you let him know,
For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
Would from a Paddocke, from a Bat, a Gibbe,
Such deere concernings hide, Who would do so,
No in despight of Sense and Secrecie,
Vnpegge the Basket on the houses top:
Let the Birds flye, and like the famous Ape   [2570]
To try Conclusions in the Basket, creepe
And breake your owne necke downe.
  Qu. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life: I haue no life to breath
What thou hast saide to me.
  Ham. I must to England, you know that?
  Qu. Alacke I had forgot: 'Tis so concluded on.










  Ham. This man shall set me packing:
Ile lugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome,
Mother goodnight. Indeede this Counsellor   [2580]
Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
Who was in life, a foolish prating Knaue.
Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night Mother.
                                          Exit Hamlet tugging in Polonius.


[Hamlet (Folio) 4.1]

Enter King.

  King. There's matters in these sighes.
These profound heaues
You must translate; Tis fit we vnderstand them.
Where is your Sonne?   [2590]
  Qu. Ah my good Lord, what haue I seene to night?
  King. What Gertrude? How do's Hamlet?
  Qu. Mad as the Seas, and winde, when both contend
Which is the Mightier, in his lawlesse fit
Behinde the Arras, hearing something stirre,
He whips his Rapier out, and cries a Rat, a Rat,
And in his brainish apprehension killes
The vnseene good old man.
  King. On heauy deed:
It had bin so with vs had we beene there:   [2600]
His Liberty is full of threats to all,
To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one.
Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answered?
It will be laide to vs, whose prouidence
Should haue kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,
This mad yong man. But so much was out loue,
We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
But like the Owner of a foule disease,
To keepe it from divulging, let's it feede
Euen on the pith of life. Where is he gone?   [2610]
  Qu. To draw apart the body he hath kild,
O're whom his very madnesse like some Oare
Among a Minerall of Mettels base
Shewes it selfe pure. He weepes for what is done.
  King. Oh Gertrude, come away:
The Sun no sooner shall the Mountaines touch,
But we will ship him hence, and this vilde deed,
We must with all our Maiesty and Skill
Both countenance, and excuse.               Enter Ros. & Guild.
Ho Guildenstern:   [2620]
Friends both go ioyne you with some further ayde:
Hamlet in madnesse hath Polonius slaine,
And from his Mother Clossets hath he drag'd him.
Go seeke him out, speake faire, and bring the body
Into the Chappell. I pray you hast in this.               Exit Gent.
Come Gertrude, wee'l call vp our wisest friends,
To let them know both what we meane to do,
And what's vntimely done. Oh come away,




My soule is full of discord and dismay.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Folio) 4.2]

Enter Hamlet.   [2630]
  Ham. Safely stowed.
  Gentlemen within. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet.
  Ham. What noise? Who cals on Hamlet?
Oh heere they come.               Enter Ros. and Guildensterne.
  Ro. What haue you done my Lord with the dead body?
  Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis Kinne.
  Rosin. Tell vs where 'tis, that we may take it thence,
And beare it to the Chappell.
  Ham. Do not beleeue it.
  Rosin. Beleeue what?   [2640]
  Ham. That I can keepe your counsell, and not mine
owne. Besides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what re-
plication should be made by the Sonne of a King.
  Rosin. Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord?
  Ham. I sir, that sokes vp the Kings Countenance, his
Rewards, his Authorities (but such Officers do the King
best seruice in the end. He keepes them like an Ape in
the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be last swallowed,
when he needes what you haue glean'd, it is but squee-
zing you, and Spundge you shall be dry againe.   [2650]
  Rosin. I vnderstand you not my Lord.
  Ham. I am glad of it: a knauish speech sleepes in a
foolish eare.
  Rosin. My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is,
and go with vs to the King.
  Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not
with the body. The King, is a thing­­­
  Guild. A thing my Lord?
  Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him, hide Fox, and all
after.               Exeunt   [2660]


[Hamlet (Folio) 4.3]

Enter King.
  King. I haue sent to seeke him, and to find the bodie:
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose:
Yet must not we put the strong Law on him:
Hee's loued of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes:
And where 'tis so, th'Offenders scourge is weigh'd
But neerer the offence: to beare all smooth, and euen,
This sodaine sending him away, must seeme
Deliberate pause, diseases desperate growne,   [2670]
By desperate appliance are releeued,
Or not at all.               Enter Rosincrane.

How now? What hath befalne?
  Rosin. Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord,
We cannot get from him.
  King. But where is he?
  Rosin. Without my Lord, guarded to know your
pleasure.
  King. Bring him before vs.
  Rosin. Hoa, Guildensterne? Bring in my Lord.   [2680]
Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne.
  King. Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
  Ham. At Supper.
  King. At Supper? Where?
  Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a cer-
taine conuocation of wormes are e'ne at him. Your worm
is your onely Emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else
to fat vs, and we fat our selfe for Magots. Your fat King,
and your leane Begger is but variable seruice to dishes,
but to one Table that's the end.   [2690]


  King. What dost thou meane by this?
  Ham. Nothing but to shew you how a King may go
a Progresse through the guts of a Begger.
  King. Where is Polonius.
  Ham. In heauen, send thither to see. If your Messen-
ger finde him not there, seeke him i'th other place your
selfe: but indeed, if you finde him not this moneth, you
shall nose him as you go vp the staires into the Lobby.
  King. Go seeke him there.
  Ham. He will stay till ye come.   [2700]
  K. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender, as we deerely greeue
For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence
With fierie Quicknesse. Therefore prepare thy selfe,
The Barke is readie, and the winde at helpe,
Th'Associates tend, and euery thing at bent
For England.
  Ham. For England?
  King. I Hamlet.
  Ham. Good.   [2710]
  King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
  Ham. I see a Cherube that see's him: but come, for
England. Farewell deere Mother.
  King. Thy louing Father Hamlet.
  Hamlet. My Mother: Father and Mother is man and
wife: man & wife is one flesh, and so my mother. Come,
for England.               Exit
  King. Follow him at foote,
Tempt him with speed aboord:
Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night.   [2720]
Away, for euery thing is Seal'd and done
That else leanes on th'Affaire, pray you make hast.
And England, if my loue thou holdst at ought,
As my great power thereof may giue thee sense,
Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red
After the Danish Sword, and thy free awe
Payes homage to vs; thou maist not coldly set
Our Soueraigne Processe, which imports at full
By Letters coniuring to that effect
The present death of Hamlet. Do it England,   [2730]
For like the Hecticke in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done,
How ere my happes, my ioyes were ne're begun.               Exit


[Hamlet (Folio) 4.4]

Enter Fortinbras with an Armie.
  For. Go Captaine, from me greet the Danish King,
Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras
Claimes the conueyance of a promis'd March
Ouer his Kingdome. You know the Rendeuous:
If that his Maiesty would ought with vs,
We shall expresse our dutie in his eye,   [2740]
And let him know so.
  Cap. I will doo't, my Lord.
  For. Go safely on.               Exit.





























































[Hamlet (Folio) 4.5]

Enter Queene and Horatio.
  Qu. I will not speake with her.
  Hor. She is importunate, indeed distract, her moode
will needs be pittied.
  Qu. What would she haue?
  Hor. She speakes much of her Father; saies she heares
There's trickes i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart,   [2750]
Spurnes enuiously at Strawes, speakes things in doubt,
That carry but halfe sense: Her speech is nothing,
Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue
The hearers to Collection; they ayme at it,
And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,
Which as her winkes, and nods, and gestures yeeld them,
Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.
  Qu. 'Twere good she were spoken with,
For she may strew dangerous coniectures   [2760]
In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.

To my sicke soule (as sinnes true Nature is)
Each toy seemes Prologue, to some great amisse,
So full of Artlesse iealousie is guilt,
It spill's it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.
Enter Ophelia distracted.
  Ophe, Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark.
  Qu. How now Ophelia?
  Ophe. How should I your true loue know from another one?
By his Cockle hat and staffe, and his Sandal shoone.   [2770]
  Qu. Alas sweet Lady: what imports this Song?
  Ophe. Say you? Nay pray you marke.
    He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,
At his head a grasse-greene Turfe, at his heeles a stone.
Enter King.
  Qu. Nay but Ophelia.
  Ophe. Pray you marke.
White his Shrow'd as the Mountaine Snow.
  Qu. Alas, looke heere my Lord.
  Ophe. Larded with sweet flowers:   [2780]
    Which bewept to the graue did not go,
With true-loue showres.
  King. How do ye, pretty Lady?
  Ophe. Well, God dil'd you. They say the Owle was
a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but
know not what we may be. God be at your Table.
  King. Conceit vpon her Father.
  Ophe. Pray you let's haue no words of this: but when
they aske you what it meanes, say you this:
    To morrow is S. Valentines day, all in the morning betime,   [2790]

    And I a Maid at your Window, to be your Valentine.

    Then vp he rose, & don'd his clothes, & dupt the chamber dore,
Let in the Maid, that out a Maid, neuer departed more.
  King. Pretty Ophelia.
  Ophe. Indeed la? without an oath Ile make an end ont.
    By gis, and by S. Charity,
    Alacke, and fie for shame:
    Yong men wil doo't, if they come too't,
    By Cocke they are too blame.
    Quoth she before you tumbled me,   [2800]
    You promis'd me to Wed:
    So would I ha done by yonder Sunne,
And thou hadst not come to my bed.
  King. How long hath she bin this?
  Ophe. I hope all will be well. We must bee patient,
but I cannot choose but weepe, to thinke they should
lay him i'th'cold ground: My brother shall knowe of it,
and so I thanke you for your good counsell. Come, my
Coach: Goodnight Ladies: Goodnight sweet Ladies:
Goodnight, goodnight.               Exit.   [2810]
  King. Follow her close,
Giue her good watch I pray you:
Oh this is the poyson of deepe greefe, it springs
All from her Fathers death. Oh Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrowes comes, they come not single spies,
But in Battaliaes. First, her Father slaine,
Next your Sonne gone, and he most violent Author
Of his owne iust remoue: the people muddied,
Thicke and vnwholsome in their thoughts, and whispers
For good Polonius death; and we haue done but greenly   [2820]
In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia
Diuided from her selfe, and her faire Iudgement,
Without the which we are Pictures, or meere Beasts.
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her Brother is in secret come from France,
Keepes on his wonder, keepes himselfe in clouds,
And wants not Buzzers to infect his eare
With pestilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
Where in necessitie of matter Beggard,
Will nothing sticke our persons to Arraigne   [2830]
In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
Giues me superfluous death.               A Noise within.
Enter a Messenger.
  Qu. Alacke, what noyse is this?
  King. Where are my Switzers?
Let them guard the doore. What is the matter?
  Mes. Saue your selfe, my Lord.
The Ocean (ouer-peering of his List)
Eates not the Flats with more impittious haste   [2840]
Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,
Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
And as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, Custome not knowne,
The Ratifiers and props of euery word,
They cry choose we? Laertes shall be King,
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
Laertes shall be King, Laertes King.
  Qu. How cheerefully on the false Traile they cry,
Oh this is Counter you false Danish Dogges.   [2850]
Noise within. Enter Laertes.
  King. The doores are broke.
  Laer. Where is the King, sirs? Stand you all without.
  All. No, let's come in.
  Laer. I pray you giue me leaue.
  Al. We will, we will.
  Laer. I thanke you: Keepe the doore.
Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.
  Qu. Calmely good Laertes.
  Laer. That drop of blood, that calmes   [2860]
Proclaimes me Bastard:
Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
Euen heere betweene the chaste vnsmirched brow
Of my true Mother.
  King. What is the cause Laertes,
That thy Rebellion lookes so Gyant-like?
Let him go Gertrude: Do not feare our person:
There's such Diuinity doth hedge a King,
That Treason can but peepe to what it would,
Acts little of his will. Tell me Laertes,   [2870]
Why thou art thus Incenst? Let him go Gertrude.
Speake man.
  Laer. Where's my Father?
  King. Dead.
  Qu. But not by him.
  King. Let him demand his fill.
  Laer. How came he dead? Ile not be Iuggel'd with.
To hell Allegeance: Vowes, to the blackest diuell.
Conscience and Grace, to the profoundest Pit.
I dare Damnation: to this point I stand,   [2880]
That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
Let come what comes: onely Ile be reueng'd
Most throughly for my Father.
  King. Who shall stay you?
  Laer. My Will, not all the world,
And for my meanes, Ile husband them so well,
They shall go farre with little.
  King. Good Laertes:
If you desire to know the certaintie
Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge,   [2890]
That Soop-stake you will draw both Friend and Foe,
Winner and Looser.
  Laer. None but his Enemies.
  King. Will you know them then.
  La. To his good Friends, thus wide Ile ope my Armes:
And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician,
Repast them with my blood.
  King. Why now you speake
Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
That I am guiltlesse of your Fathers death,   [2900]
And am most sensible in greefe for it,
It shall as leuell to your Iudgement pierce
As day do's to your eye.
                                          A noise within. Let her come in.
Enter Ophelia.
  Laer. How now? what noise is that?
Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares seuen times salt,
Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.
By Heauen, thy madnesse shall be payed by waight,
Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rose of May,   [2910]
Deere Maid, kinde Sister, sweet Ophelia:
Oh Heauens, is't possible, a yong Maids wits,
Should be as mortall as an old mans life?
Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of it selfe
After the thing it loues.
  Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,
    Hey non nony, nony, hey nony:
And on his graue raines many a teare,
Fare you well my Doue.   [2920]
  Laer. Had'st thou thy wits, and did'st perswade Re-
uenge, it could not moue thus.
  Ophe. You must sing downe a-downe, and you call
him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it? It is
the false Steward that stole his masters daughter.
  Laer. This nothings more then matter.
  Ophe. There's Rosemary, that's for Remembraunce.
Pray loue remember: and there is Paconcies, that's for
Thoughts.
  Laer. A document in madnesse, thoughts & remem-   [2930]
brance fitted.
  Ophe. There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
Rew for you, and heere's some for me. Wee may call it
Herbe-Grace a Sundaies: Oh you must weare your Rew
with a difference. There's a Daysie, I would giue you
some Violets, but they wither'd all when my Father dy-
ed: They say, he made a good end;
For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.
  Laer. Thought, and Affliction, Passion, Hell it selfe:
She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinesse.   [2940]
  Ophe. And will he not come againe,
    And will he not come againe:
    No, no, he is dead, go to thy Death-bed,
    He neuer wil come againe.
    His Beard as white as Snow,
    All Flaxen was his Pole:
    He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
Gramercy on his Soule.
And of all Christian Soules, I pray God.
God buy ye.               Exeunt Ophelia   [2950]
  Laer. Do you see this, you Gods?
  King. Laertes, I must common with your greefe,
Or you deny me right: go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest Friends you will,
And they shall heare and iudge 'twixt you and me;
If by direct or by Colaterall hand
They finde vs touch'd, we will our Kingdome giue,
Our Crowne, our Life, and all that we call Ours
To you in satisfaction. But if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to vs,   [2960]
And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule
To giue it due content.
  Laer. Let this be so:
His meanes of death, his obscure buriall;
No Trophee, Sword, nor Hatchment o're his bones,
No Noble rite, nor formall ostentation,
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from Heauen to Earth,
That I must call in question.
  King. So you shall:
And where th'offence is, let the great Axe fall.   [2970]
I pray you go with me.               Exeunt


[Hamlet (Folio) 4.6]

Enter Horatio, with an Attendant.
  Hora. What are they that would speake with me?
  Ser. Saylors sir, they say they haue Letters for you.
  Hor. Let them come in,
I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
Enter Saylor.
  Say. God blesse you Sir.
  Hor. Let him blesse thee too.   [2980]
  Say. Hee shall Sir, and't please him. There's a Letter
for you Sir: It comes from th' Ambassadours that was
bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let
to know it is.
Reads the Letter.
HOratio, When thou shalt haue ouerlook'd this, giue these
Fellowes some meanes to the King: They haue Letters
for him. Ere we were two dayes old at Sea, a Pyrate of very
Warlicke appointment gaue vs Chace. Finding our selues too
slow of Saile, we put on a compelled Valour. In the Grapple, I   [2990]
boorded them: On the instant they got cleare of our Shippe, so
I alone became their Prisoner. They haue dealt with mee, like
Theeues of Mercy, but they knew what they did. I am to doe
a good turne for them. Let the King haue the Letters I haue
sent, and repaire thou to me with as much hast as thou wouldest
flye death. I haue words to speake in your eare, will make thee
dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter.
These good Fellowes will bring thee where I am. Rosincrance
and Guildensterne, hold their course for England. Of them
I haue much to tell thee, Farewell.   [3000]
                                          He that thou knowest thine,
                                          Hamlet.
Come, I will giue you way for these your Letters,
And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.               Exit.


[Hamlet (Folio) 4.7]

Enter King and Laertes.
  King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for Friend,
Sith you haue heard, and with a knowing eare,
That he which hath your Noble Father slaine,   [3010]
Pursued my life.
  Laer. It well appeares. But tell me,
Why you proceeded not against these feates,
So crimefull, and so Capitall in Nature,
As by your Safety, Wisedome, all things else,
You mainly were stirr'd vp?
  King. O for two speciall Reasons,
Which may to you (perhaps) seeme much vnsinnowed,
And yet to me they are strong. The Queen his Mother,
Liues almost by his lookes: and for my selfe,   [3020]
My Vertue or my Plague, be it either which,
She's so coniunctiue to my life, and soule;
That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere,
I could not but by her. The other Motiue,
Why to a publike count I might not go,
Is the great loue the generall gender beare him,
Who dipping all his Faults in their affection,
Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone,
Conuert his Gyues to Graces. So that my Arrowes
Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde,   [3030]
Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe,
And not where I had arm'd them.
  Laer. And so haue I a Noble Father lost,
A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes,
Who was (if praises may go backe againe)
Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age
For her perfections. But my reuenge will come.
  King. Breake not your sleepes for that,
You must not thinke
That we are made of stuffe, so flat, and dull,   [3040]
That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger,
And thinke it pastime. You shortly shall heare more,
I lou'd your Father, and we loue our Selfe,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine­­­
Enter a Messenger.
How now? What Newes?
  Mes. Letters my Lord from Hamlet. This to your
Maiesty: this to the Queene.
  King. From Hamlet? Who brought them?
  Mes. Saylors my Lord they say, I saw them not:   [3050]
They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiu'd them.
  King. Laertes you shall heare them:
Leaue vs.               Exit Messenger
High and Mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your
Kingdome. To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly
Eyes. When I shall (first asking your Pardon thereunto) re-
count th'Occasions of my sodaine, and more strange returne.
                                          Hamlet.
What should this meane? Are all the rest come backe?
Or is it some abuse? Or no such thing?   [3060]
  Laer. Know you the hand?
  Kin. 'Tis Hamlets Character, naked and in a Post-
script here he sayes alone: Can you aduise me?

  Laer. I'm lost in it my Lord; but let him come,
It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart,
That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth;
Thus diddest thou.
  Kin. If it be so Laertes, as how should it be so:
How otherwise will you be rul'd by me?

  Laer. If so you'l not o'rerule me to a peace.   [3070]
  Kin. To thine owne peace: if he be now return'd,
As checking at his Voyage, and that he meanes
No more to vndertake it; I will worke him
To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice,
Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall;
And for his death no winde of blame shall breath,
But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice,
And call it accident: Some two Monthes hence
















Here was a Gentleman of Normandy.
I'ue seene my selfe, and seru'd against the French,   [3080]
And they ran well on Horsebacke; but this Gallant
Had witchcraft in't; he grew into his Seat,
And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse,
As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd
With the braue Beast, so farre he past my thought,
That I in forgery of shapes and trickes,
Come short of what he did.
  Laer. A Norman was't?
  Kin. A Norman.
  Laer. Vpon my life Lamound.   [3090]
  Kin. The very same.
  Laer. I know him well, he is the Brooch indeed,
And Iemme of all our Nation.
  Kin. Hee mad confession of you,
And gaue you such a Masterly report,
For Art and exercise in your defence;
And for your Rapier most especially,
That he cryed out, t'would be a sight indeed,
If one could match you Sir. This report of his


Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy,   [3100]
That he could nothing doe but wish and begge,
Your sodaine comming ore to play with him;
Now out of this.
  Laer. Why out of this, my Lord?
  Kin. Laertes was your Father deare to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
  Laer. Why aske you this?
  Kin. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father,
But that I know Loue is begun by Time:   [3110]
And that I see in passages of proofe,
Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it:










Hamlet comes backe: what would you vndertake,
To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed,
More then in words?
  Laer. To cut his throat i'th' Church.
  Kin. No place indeed should murder Sancturize;
Reuenge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes
Will you doe this, keepe close within your Chamber,
Hamlet return'd, shall know you are come home:   [3120]
Wee'l put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gaue you, bring you in fine together,
And wager on your heads, he being remisse,
Most generous, and free from all contriuing,
Will not peruse the Foiles? So that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A Sword vnbaited, and in a passe of practice,
Requit him for your Father.
  Laer. I will doo't,   [3130]
And for that purpose Ile annoint my Sword:
I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke
So mortall, I but dipt a knife in it,
Where it drawes blood, no Cataplasme so rare,
Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue
Vnder the Moone, can saue the thing from death,
That is but scratcht withall: Ile touch my point,
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
  Kin. Let's further thinke of this,   [3140]
Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes
May fit vs to our shape, if this should faile;
And that our drift looke through our bad performance,
'Twere better not assaid; therefore this Proiect
Should haue a backe or second, that might hold,
If this should blast in proofe: Soft, let me see
Wee'l make a solemne wager on your commings,
I ha't: when in your motion you are hot and dry,
As make your bowts more violent to the end,
And that he cals for drinke; Ile haue prepar'd him   [3150]
A Challice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there; how sweet Queene.
Enter Queene.
  Queen. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele,
So fast they'l follow: your Sister's drown'd Laertes.
  Laer. Drown'd! O where?
  Queen. There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke,
That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame:
There with fantasticke Garlands did she come,   [3160]
Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Daysies, and long Purples,
That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name;
But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them:
There on the pendant boughes, her Coronet weeds
Clambring to hang; an enuious sliuer broke,
When downe the weedy Trophies, and her selfe,
Fell in the weeping Brooke, her cloathes spred wide,
And Mermaid-like, a while they bore her vp,
Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her owne distresse,   [3170]
Or like a creature Natiue, and indued
Vnto that Element: but long it could not be,
Till that her garments, heauy with her drinke,
Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy,
To muddy death.
  Laer. Alas then, is she drown'd?
  Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.
  Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my teares: but yet
It is our tricke, Nature her custome holds,   [3180]
Let shame say what it will; when these are gone
The woman will be out: Adue my Lord,
I haue a speech of fire, that faine would blaze,
But that this folly doubts it.               Exit.
  Kin. Let's follow, Gertrude:
How much I had to doe to calme his rage?
Now feare I this will giue it start againe;
Therefore let's follow.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Folio) 5.1]

Enter two Clownes.
  Clown. Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall, that   [3190]
wilfully seekes her owne saluation?
  Other. I tell thee she is, and therefore make her Graue
straight, the Crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Chri-
stian buriall.
  Clo. How can that be, vnlesse she drowned her selfe in
her owne defence?
  Other. Why 'tis found so.
  Clo. It must be Se offendendo, it cannot bee else: for
heere lies the point; If I drowne my selfe wittingly, it ar-
gues an Act: and an Act hath three branches. It is an   [3200]
Act to doe and to performe; argall she drown'd her selfe
wittingly.
  Other. Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer.
  Clown. Giue me leaue; heere lies the water; good:
heere stands the man; good: If the man goe to this wa-
ter and drowne himsele; it is will he nill he, he goes;
marke you that? But if the water come to him & drowne
him; hee drownes not himselfe. Argall, hee that is not
guilty of his owne death, shortens not his owne life.
  Other. But is this law?   [3210]
  Clo. I marry is't, Crowners Quest Law.
  Other. Will you ha the truth on't: if this had not
beene a Gentlewoman, shee should haue beene buried
out of Christian Buriall.
  Clo. Why there thou say'st. And the more pitty that
great folke should haue countenance in this world to
drowne or hang themselues, more then their euen Christi-
an. Come, my Spade; there is no ancient Gentlemen,
but Gardiners, Ditchers and Graue-makers; they hold vp
Adams Profession.   [3220]
  Other. Was he a Gentleman?
  Clo. He was the first that euer bore Armes.
  Other. Why he had none.
  Clo. What, ar't a Heathen? how doth thou vnder-
stand the Scripture? the Scripture sayes Adam dig'd;
could hee digge without Armes? Ile put another que-
stion to thee; if thou answerest me not to the purpose, con-
fesse thy selfe­­­
  Other. Go too.
  Clo. What is he that builds stronger then either the   [3230]
Mason, the Shipwright, or the Carpenter?
  Other. The Gallowes maker; for that Frame outliues a
thousand Tenants.
  Clo. I like thy wit well in good faith, the Gallowes
does well; but how does it well? it does well to those
that doe ill: now, thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is
built stronger then the Church: Argall, the Gallowes
may doe well to thee. Too't againe, Come.
  Other. Who builds stronger then a Mason, a Ship-
wright, or a Carpenter?   [3240]
  Clo. I, tell me that, and vnyoake.
  Other. Marry, now I can tell.
  Clo. Too't.
  Other. Masse, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off.
  Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it; for your
dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating; and when
you are ask't this question next, say a Graue-maker: the
Houses that he makes, lasts till Doomesday: go, get thee
to Yaughan, fetch me a stoupe of Liquor.   [3250]
Sings.
    In youth when I did loue, did loue,
    me thought it was very sweete:
    To contract O the time for a my behoue,
O me thought there was nothing meete.

  Ham. Ha's this fellow no feeling of his businesse, that
he sings at Graue-making?
  Hor. Custome hath made it in him a property of ea-
sinesse.
  Ham. 'Tis ee'n so; the hand of little Imployment hath   [3260]
the daintier sense.
Clowne sings.
    But Age with his stealing steps
    hath caught me in his clutch:
    And hath shipped me intill the Land,
as if I had neuer beene such.
  Ham. That Scull had a tongue in it, and could sing
once: how the knaue iowles it to th' grownd, as if it
were Caines Iaw-bone, that did the first murther: It
might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Asse o're Of-   [3270]
fices: one that could circumuent God, might it not?
  Hor. It might, my Lord.
  Ham. Or of a Courtier, which could say, Good Mor-
row sweet Lord: how dost thou, good Lord? this
might be my Lord such a one, that prais'd my Lord such
a ones Horse, when he meant to begge it; might it not?
  Hor. I, my Lord.
  Ham. Why ee'n so: and now my Lady Wormes,
Chaplesse, and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons
Spade; heere's fine Reuolution, if wee had the tricke to   [3280]
see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but
to play at Loggets with 'em? mine ake to thinke
on't.
Clowne sings.
    A Pickhaxe and a Spade, a Spade,
    for and a shrowding-Sheete:
    O a Pit of Clay for to be made,
for such a Guest is meete.
  Ham. There's another: why might not that bee the
Scull of a Lawyer? where be his Quiddits now? his   [3290]
Quillets? his Cases? his Tenures, and his Tricks? why
doe's he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about
the Sconce with a dirty Shouell, and will not tell him of
his Action of Battery? hum. This fellow might be in's
time a great buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his Recog-
nizances, his Fines, his double Vouchers, his Recoueries:
Is this the fine of his Fines, and the recouery of his Reco-
ueries, to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt? will his
Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases, and dou-
ble ones too, then the length and breadth of a paire of   [3300]
Indentures? the very Conueyances of his Lands will
hardly lye in this Boxe; and must the Inheritor himselfe
haue no more? ha?
  Hor. Not a iot more, my Lord.
  Ham. Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes?
  Hor. I my Lord, and of Calue-skinnes too.
  Ham. They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out assu-
rance in that. I will speake to this fellow: whose Graue's
this Sir?
  Clo. Mine Sir:   [3310]
    O a Pit of Clay for to be made,
for such a Guest is meete.
  Ham. I thinke it be thine indeed: for thou liest in't.
  Clo. You lye out on't Sir, and therefore it is not yours:
for my part, I doe not lye in't; and yet it is mine.
  Ham. Thou dost lye in't, to be in't and say 'tis thine:
'tis for the dead, not for the quicke, therefore thou
lyest.
  Clo. 'Tis a quicke lye Sir, 'twill away againe from me
to you.   [3320]
  Ham. What man dost thou digge it for?
  Clo. For no man Sir.
  Ham. What woman then?
  Clo. For none neither.
  Ham. Who is to be buried in't?
  Clo. One that was a woman Sir; but rest her Soule,
shee's dead.
  Ham. How absolute the knaue is? wee must speake
by the Carde, or equiuocation will vndoe vs: by the
Lord Horatio, these three yeares I haue taken note of it,   [3330]
the Age is growne so picked, that the toe of the Pesant
comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier, hee galls his
Kibe. How long hast thou been a Graue-maker?
  Clo. Of all the dayes i'th' yeare, I came too't that day
that our last King Hamlet o'recame Fortinbras.
  Ham. How long is that since?
  Clo. Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that:
It was the very day, that young Hamlet was borne, hee
that was mad, and sent into England.
  Ham. I marry, why was he sent into England?   [3340]
  Clo. Why, because he was mad; hee shall recouer his
wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there.
  Ham. Why?
  Clo. 'Twill not be seene in him, there the men are as
mad as he.
  Ham. How came he mad?
  Clo. Very strangely they say.
  Ham. How strangely?
  Clo. Faith e'ene with loosing his wits.
  Ham. Vpon what ground?   [3350]
  Clo. Why heere in Denmarke: I haue bin sixeteene
heere, man and Boy thirty yeares.
  Ham. How long will a man lie i'th' earth ere he rot?
  Clo. Ifaith, if he be not rotten before he die (as we haue
many pocky Coarses now adaies, that will scarce hold
the laying in) he will last you some eight yeare, or nine
yeare. A Tanner will last you nine yeare.
  Ham. Why he, more then another?
  Clo. Why sir, his hide is so tan'd with his Trade, that
he will keepe out water a great while. And your water,   [3360]
is a sore Decayer of your horson dead body. Heres a Scull
now: this Scul, has laine in the earth three & twenty years.
  Ham. Whose was it?
  Clo. A whoreson mad Fellowes it was;
Whose doe you thinke it was?
  Ham. Nay, I know not.
  Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad Rogue, a pou'rd a
Flaggon of Renish on my head once. This same Scull
Sir, this same Scull sir, was Yoricks Scull, the Kings Iester.
  Ham. This?   [3370]
  Clo. E'ene that.
  Ham. Let me see. Alas poore Yorick, I knew him Ho-
ratio, a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he
hath borne me on his backe a thousand times: And how
abhorred my Imagination is, my gorge rises at it. Heere
hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft.
VVhere be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your
Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to
set the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own
Ieering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies   [3380]
Chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this
fauour she must come. Make her laugh at that: pry-
thee Horatio tell me one thing.
  Hor. What's that my Lord?
  Ham. Dost thou thinke Alexander lookt o'this fa-
shion i'th' earth?
  Hor. E'ene so.
  Ham. And smelt so? Puh.
  Hor. E'ene so, my Lord.
  Ham. To what base vses we may returne Horatio.   [3390]
Why may not Imagination trace the Noble dust of A-
lexander, till he find it stopping a bunghole.
  Hor. 'Twere to consider: to curiously to consider so.
  Ham. No faith, not a iot. But to follow him thether
with modestie enough, & likeliehood to lead it; as thus.
Alexander died: Alexander was buried: Alexander re-
turneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make
Lome, and why of that Lome (whereto he was conuer-
ted) might they not stopp a Beere-barrell?
Imperiall Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,   [3400]
Might stop a hole to keepe the winde away.
Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a Wall, t'expell the winters flaw.
But soft, but soft, aside; heere comes the King.
Enter King, Queene, Laertes, and a Coffin,
with Lords attendant.
The Queene, the Courtiers. Who is that they follow,
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken,
The Coarse they follow, did with disperate hand,
Fore do it owne life; 'twas some Estate.   [3410]
Couch we a while, and mark.
  Laer. What Cerimony else?
  Ham. That is Laertes, a very Noble youth: Marke.
  Laer. What Cerimony else?
  Priest. Her Obsequies haue bin as farre inlarg'd.
As we haue warrantis, her death was doubtfull,
And but that great Command, o're-swaies the order,
She should in ground vnsanctified haue lodg'd,
Till the last Trumpet. For charitable praier,
Shardes, Flints, and Peebles, should be throwne on her:   [3420]
Yet heere she is allowed her Virgin Rites,
Her Maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of Bell and Buriall.
  Laer. Must there no more be done ?
  Priest. No more be done:
We should prophane the seruice of the dead,
To sing sage Requiem, and such rest to her
As to peace-parted Soules.
  Laer. Lay her i'th' earth,
And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh,   [3430]
May Violets spring. I tell thee (churlish Priest)
A Ministring Angell shall my Sister be,
When thou liest howling?
  Ham. What, the faire Ophelia?
  Queene. Sweets, to the sweet farewell.
I hop'd thou should'st haue bin my Hamlets wife:
I thought thy Bride-bed to haue deckt (sweet Maid)
And not t'haue strew'd thy Graue.
  Laer. Oh terrible woer,
Fall ten times trebble, on that cursed head   [3440]
Whose wicked deed, thy most Ingenious sence
Depriu'd thee of. Hold off the earth a while,
Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes:
                                          Leaps in the graue.
Now pile your dust, vpon the quicke, and dead,
Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made,
To o're top old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blew Olympus.
  Ham. What is he, whose griefes
Beares such an Emphasis? whose phrase of Sorrow   [3450]
Coniure the wandring Starres, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
  Laer. The deuill take thy soule.
  Ham. Thou prai'st not well,
I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;
Sir though I am not Spleenatiue, and rash,
Yet haue I something in me dangerous,
Which let thy wisenesse feare. Away thy hand.
  King. Pluck them asunder.   [3460]
  Qu. Hamlet, Hamlet.

  Gen. Good my Lord be quiet.
  Ham. Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme.
Vntill my eielids will no longer wag.
  Qu. Oh my Sonne, what Theame?
  Ham. I lou'd Ophelia; fortie thousand Brothers
Could not (with all there quantitie of Loue)
Make vp my summe. What wilt thou do for her?
  King. Oh he is mad Laertes,
  Qu. For loue of God forbeare him.   [3470]
  Ham. Come show me what thou'lt doe.
Woo't weepe? Woo't fight? Woo't teare thy selfe?
Woo't drinke vp Esile, eate a Crocodile?
Ile doo't. Dost thou come heere to whine;
To outface me with leaping in her Graue?
Be buried quicke with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of Mountaines; let them throw
Millions of Akers on vs; till our ground
Sindging his pate against the burning Zone,
Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, and thoul't mouth,   [3480]
Ile rant as well as thou.
  Kin. This is meere Madnesse:
And thus awhile the fit will worke on him:
Anon as patient as the female Doue,
When that her Golden Cuplet are disclos'd;
His silence will sit drooping.
  Ham. Heare you Sir:
What is the reason that you vse me thus?
I loud' you euer; but it is no matter:
Let Hercules himselfe doe what he may,   [3490]
The Cat will Mew, and Dogge will haue his day.               Exit.
  Kin. I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him,
Strengthen you patience in our last nights speech,
Wee'l put the matter to the present push:
Good Gertrude set some watch ouer your Sonne,
This Graue shall haue a liuing Monument:
An houre of quiet shortly shall we see;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be.               Exeunt.


[Hamlet (Folio) 5.2]

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
  Ham. So much for this Sir; now let me see the other,   [3500]
You doe remember all the Circumstance.
  Hor. Remember it my Lord?
  Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kinde of fighting,
That would not let me sleepe; me thought I lay
Worse then the mutines in the Bilboes, rashly,
(And praise be rashnesse for it) let vs know,
Our indiscretion sometimes serues vs well,
When our deare plots do paule, and that should teach vs,
There's a Diuinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.   [3510]
  Hor. That is most certaine.
  Ham. Vp from my Cabin
My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke,
Grop'd I to finde out them; had my desire,
Finger'd their Packet, and in fine, withdrew
To mine owne roome againe, making so bold,
(My feares forgetting manners) to vnseale
Their grand Commission, where I found Horatio,
Oh royall knauery: An exact command,
Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason;   [3520]
Importing Denmarks health, and Englands too,
With hoo, such Bugges and Goblins in my life,
That on the superuize no leasure bated,
No not to stay the grinding of the Axe,
My head shoud be struck off.
  Hor. Ist possible?
  Ham. Here's the Commission, read it at more leysure:
But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed?
  Hor. I beseech you.
  Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines,   [3530]
Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines,
They had begun the Play. I sate me downe,
Deuis'd a new Commission, wrote it faire,
I once did hold it as our Statists doe,
A basenesse to write faire; and laboured much
How to forget that learning: but Sir now,
It did me Yeomans seruice: wilt thou know
The effects of what I wrote?
  Hor. I, good my Lord.
  Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King,   [3540]
As England was his faithfull Tributary,
As loue betweene them, as the Palme should flourish,
As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare,
And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities,
And many such like Assis of great charge,
That on the view and know of these Contents,
Without debatement further, more or lesse,
He should the bearers put to sodaine death,
Not shriuing time allowed.
  Hor. How was this seal'd?   [3550]
  Ham. Why, euen in that was Heauen ordinate;
I had my fathers Signet in my Purse,
Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale:
Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other,
Subscrib'd it, gau't th' impression, plac't it safely,
The changeling neuer knowne: Now, the next day
Was our Sea Fight, and what to this was sement,
Thou know'st already.
  Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance, go too't.
  Ham. Why man, they did make loue to this imployment   [3560]
They are not neere my Conscience; their debate
Doth by their owne insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous, when the baser nature comes
Betweene the passe, and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
  Hor. Why, what a King is this?
  Ham. Does it not, thinkst thee, stand me now vpon
He that bath kil'd my King, and whor'd my Mother,
Popt in betweene th'election and my hopes,
Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,   [3570]
And with such coozenage; is't not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arme? And is't not to be damn'd
To let this Canker of our nature come
In further euill.
  Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England
What is the issue of the businesse there.
  Ham. It will be short,
The interim's mine, and a mans life's no more
Then to say one: but I am very sorry good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot my selfe;   [3580]
For by the image of my Cause, I see
The Portraiture of his; Ile count his fauours:
But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me
Into a Towring passion.
  Hor. Peace, who comes heere?
Enter young Osricke.               ((marke.
  Osr. Your Lordship is right welcome back to Den-
  Ham. I humbly thank you Sir, dost know this waterflie?
  Hor. No my good Lord.
  Ham. Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to   [3590]
know him: he hath much Land, and fertile; let a Beast
be Lord of Beasts, and his Crib shall stand at the Kings
Messe; 'tis a Chowgh; but as I saw spacious in the pos-
session of dirt.
  Osr. Sweet Lord, if your friendship were at leysure,
I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty.
  Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit; put
your Bonet to his right vse, 'tis for the head.
  Osr. I thanke your Lordship, 'tis very hot.
  Ham. No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde is   [3600]
Northerly.
  Osr. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed.
  Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry, and hot for my
Complexion.
  Osr. Exceedingly, my Lord, it is very soultry, as 'twere
I cannot tell how: but my Lord, his Maiesty bad me sig-
nifie to you, that he ha's laid a great wager on your head:
Sir, this is the matter.
  Ham. I beseech you remember.
  Osr. Nay, in good faith, for mine ease in good faith:   [3610]

























Sir, you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at
his weapon.



  Ham. What's his weapon?
  Osr. Rapier and dagger.
  Ham. That's two of his weapons; but well.
  Osr. The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Hor-
ses, against the which he impon'd as I take it, sixe French
Rapiers and Poniards, with their assignes, as Girdle,
Hangers or so: three of the Carriages infaith are very
deare to fancy, very responsiue to the hilts, most delicate   [3620]
carriages, and of very liberall conceit.
  Ham. What call you the Carriages?


  Osr. The Carriages Sir, are the hangers.
  Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the
matter: If we could carry Cannon by our sides; I would
it might be Hangers till then; but on sixe Barbary Hor-
ses against sixe French Swords: their Assignes, and three
liberall conceited Carriages, that's the French but a-
gainst the Danish; why is this impon'd as you call it?
  Osr. The King Sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes be-   [3630]
tweene you and him, hee shall not exceed you three hits;
He hath one twelue for mine, and that would come to
imediate tryall, if your Lordship would vouchsafe the
Answere.
  Ham. How if I answere no?
  Osr. I meane my Lord, the opposition of your person
in tryall.
  Ham. Sir, I will walke heere in the Hall; if it please
his Maiestie, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
the Foyles bee brought, the Gentleman willing, and the   [3640]
King hold his purpose; I will win for him if I can: if
not, Ile gaine nothing but my shame, and the odde hits.
  Osr. Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so?
  Ham. To this effect Sir, after what flourish your na-
ture will.
  Osr. I commend my duty to your Lordship.
  Ham. Yours, yours; hee does well to commend it
himselfe, there are no tongues else for's tongue.
  Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his
head.   [3650]
  Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee
suck't it: thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy
that I know the drossie age dotes on; only got the tune of
the time, and outward habite of encounter, a kinde of
yesty collection, which carries them through & through
the most fond and winnowed opinions; and doe but blow
them to their tryalls: the Bubbles are out.












  Hor. You will lose this wager, my Lord.
  Ham. I doe not thinke so, since he went into France,
I haue beene in continuall practice; I shall winne at the   [3660]
oddes: but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere a-
bout my heart: but it is no matter.
  Hor. Nay, good my Lord.
  Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kinde of
gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman.
  Hor. If your minde dislike any thing, obey. I will fore-
stall their repaire hither, and say you are not fit.
  Ham. Not a whit, we defie Augury; there's a speciall
Prouidence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not
to come: if it bee not to come, it will bee now: if it   [3670]
be not now; yet it will come; the readinesse is all, since no
man ha's ought of what he leaues. What is't to leaue be-
times?
Enter King, Queene, Laertes and Lords, with other Atten-
dants with Foyles, and Gauntlets, a Table and
Flagons of Wine on it.
  Kin. Come Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
  Ham. Giue me your pardon Sir, I'ue done you wrong,
But pardon't as you are a Gentleman.
This presence knowes,   [3680]
And you must needs haue heard how I am punisht
With sore distraction? What I haue done
That might your nature honour, and exception
Roughly awake, I heere proclaime was madnesse:
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Neuer Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himselfe be tane away:
And when he's not himselfe, do's wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it:
Who does it then? His Madnesse? If't be so,
Hamlet is of the Faction that is wrong'd,   [3690]
His madnesse is poore Hamlets Enemy.
Sir, in this Audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill,
Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts,
That I haue shot mine Arrow o're the house,
And hurt my Mother.
  Laer. I am satisfied in Nature,
Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most
To my Reuenge. But in my termes of Honor
I stand aloofe, and will no reconcilement,   [3700]
Till by some elder Masters of knowne Honor,
I haue a voyce, and president of peace
To keepe my name vngorg'd. But till that time,
I do receiue your offer'd loue like loue,
And wil not wrong it.
  Ham. I do embrace it freely,
And will this Brothers wager frankely play.
Giue vs the Foyles: Come on.
  Laer. Come one for me.
  Ham. Ile be your foile Laertes, in mine ignorance,   [3710]
Your Skill shall like a Starre i'th'darkest night,
Sticke fiery off indeede.
  Laer. You mocke me Sir.
  Ham. No by this hand.
  King. Giue them the Foyles yong Osricke,
Cousen Hamlet, you know the wager.
  Ham. Verie well my Lord,
Your Grace hath laide the oddes a'th'weaker side.
  King. I do not feare it,
I haue seene you both:   [3720]
But since he is better'd, we haue therefore oddes.
  Laer. This is too heauy,
Let me see another.
  Ham. This likes me well,
These Foyles haue all a length.               Prepare to play.
  Osricke. I my good Lord.
  King. Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table:
If Hamlet giue the first, or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire,   [3730]
The King shal drinke to Hamlets better breath,
And in the Cup an vnion shal he throw
Richer then that, which foure successiue Kings
In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne.
Giue me the Cups,
And let the Kettle to the Trumpets speake,
The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without,
The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth,
Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,
And you the Iudges beare a wary eye.   [3740]
  Ham. Come on sir.
  Laer. Come on sir.               They play.
  Ham. One.
  Laer. No.
  Ham. Iudgement.
  Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
  Laer. Well: againe.
  King. Stay, giue me drinke.
Hamlet, this Pearle is thine,
Here's to thy health. Giue him the cup,   [3750]
                                          Trumpets sound, and shot goes off.
  Ham. Ile play this bout first, set by a-while.
Come: Another hit; what say you?
  Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confesse.
  King. Our Sonne shall win.
  Qu. He's fat, and scant of breath.
Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes,
The Queene Carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
  Ham. Good Madam.
  King. Gertrude, do not drinke.   [3760]
  Qu. I will my Lord;
I pray you pardon me.
  King. It is the poyson'd Cup, it is too late.
  Ham. I dare not drinke yet Madam,
By and by.
  Qu. Come, let me wipe thy face.
  Laer. My Lord, Ile hit him now.
  King. I do not thinke't.
  Laer. And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.
  Ham. Come for the third.   [3770]
Laertes, you but dally,
I pray you passe with your best violence,
I am affear'd you make a wanton of me.
  Laer. Say you so? Come on.               Play.
  Osr. Nothing neither way.
  Laer. Haue at you now.
                                          In scuffling they change Rapiers.
  King. Part them, they are incens'd.
  Ham. Nay come, againe.
  Osr. Looke to the Queene there hoa.   [3780]
  Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is't my Lord?
  Osr. How is't Laertes?
  Laer. Why as a Woodcocke
To mine Sprindge, Osricke,
I am iustly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie.
  Ham. How does the Queene?
  King. She sounds to see them bleede.
  Qu. No, no, the drinke, the drinke.
Oh my deere Hamlet, the drinke, the drinke,
I am poyson'd.   [3790]
  Ham. Oh Villany! How? Let the doore be lock'd.
Treacherie, seeke it out.
  Laer. It is heere Hamlet.
Hamlet, thou art slaine,
No Medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee, there is not halfe an houre of life;
The Treacherous Instrument is in thy hand,
Vnbated and envenom'd: the foule practise
Hath turn'd it selfe on me. Loe, heere I lye,
Neuer to rise againe: Thy Mothers poyson'd:   [3800]
I can no more, the King, the King's too blame.
  Ham. The point envenom'd too,
Then venome to thy worke.
                                          Hurts the King.
  All. Treason, Treason.
  King. O yet defend me Friends, I am but hurt.
  Ham. Heere thou incestuous, murdrous,
Damned Dane,
Drinke off this Potion: Is thy Vnion heere?
Follow my Mother.               King Dyes.   [3810]
  Laer. He is iustly seru'd.
It is a poyson temp'red by himselfe:
Exchange forgiuenesse with me, Noble Hamlet;
Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee,
Nor thine on me.               Dyes.
  Ham. Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee.
I am dead Horatio, wretched Queene adiew,
You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance,
That are but Mutes or audience to this acte:
Had I but time (as this fell Sergeant death   [3820]
Is strick'd in his Arrest) oh I could tell you.
But let it be: Horatio, I am dead,
Thou liu'st, report me and my causes right
To the vnsatisfied.
  Hor. Neuer beleeue it.
I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane:
Heere's yet some Liquor left.
  Ham. As th'art a man, giue me the Cup.
Let go, by Heauen Ile haue't.
Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name,   [3830]
(Things standing thus vnknowne) shall liue behind me.
If thou did'st euer hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicitie awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paine,
To tell my Storie.
                                          March afarre off, and shout within.
What warlike noyse is this?
Enter Osricke.
  Osr. Yong Fortinbras, with conquest come frõ Poland
To th' Ambassadors of England giues rhis warlike volly.   [3840]
  Ham. O I dye Horatio:
The potent poyson quite ore-crowes my spirit,
I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England,
But I do prophesie th'election lights
On Fortinbras, he ha's my dying voyce,
So tell him with the occurrents more and lesse,
Which haue solicited. The rest is silence. O, o, o, o. Dyes
  Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart:
Goodnight sweet Prince,
And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest,   [3850]
Why do's the Drumme come hither?
Enter Fortinbras and English Ambassador, with Drumme,
Colours, and Attendants.
  Fortin. Where is this sight?
  Hor. What is it ye would see;
If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
  For. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell.
That thou so many Princes, at a shoote,
So bloodily hast strooke.   [3860]
  Amb. The sight is dismall,
And our affaires from England come too late,
The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing,
To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd,
That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead:
Where should we haue our thankes?
  Hor. Not from his mouth,
Had it th'abilitie of life to thanke you:
He neuer gaue command'ment for their death.
But since so iumpe vpon this bloodie question,   [3870]
You from the Polake warres, and you from England
Are heere arriued. Giue order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view,
And let me speake to th'yet vnknowing world,
How these things came about. So shall you heare
Of carnall, bloudie, and vnnaturall acts,
Of accidentall iudgements, casuall slaughters
Of death's put on by cunning, and forc'd cause,
And in this vpshot, purposes mistooke,
Falne on the Inuentors heads. All this can I   [3880]
Truly deliuer.
  For. Let vs hast to heare it,
And call the Noblest to the Audience.
For me, with sorrow, I embrace my Fortune,
I haue some Rites of memory in this Kingdome,
Which are ro claime, my vantage doth
Inuite me,
  Hor. Of that I shall haue alwayes cause to speake,
And from his mouth
Whose voyce will draw on more:   [3890]
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde,
Lest more mischance
On plots, and errors happen.
  For. Let foure Captaines
Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage,
For he was likely, had he beene put on
To haue prou'd most royally:
And for his passage,
The Souldiours Musicke, and the rites of Warre   [3900]
Speake lowdly for him.
Take vp the body; Such a sight as this
Becomes the Field, but heere shewes much amis.
Go, bid the Souldiers shoote.
                                  Exeunt Marching: after the which, a Peale of
Ordenance are shot off.