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I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff ;
Siw. He's worth no more; And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough! They say, he parted well, and paid his score :
[ereunt, fighting. So, God be with him!~Here coines newer comfort. Retreat. Flourish. Re-enter, with drum and colours, Re-enter Macduf, with Macbeth's head on a pole.
Malcolm, old Siward, Rosse, Lenor, Angus, Macd. Hail, king! for so thou art: Behold, Cathness, Menteth, and Soldiers.
where stands Mal. I would, the friends we miss were safe The usurper's cursed head: the time is free: arriv'd.
I see thee compass'd with thy kingdom's pearl, Siw. Some must go off: and yet, by these I sec, That speak my salutation in their minds; So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine,Mal. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. Hail, king of Scotland!
Rosse. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's All. King of Scotland, hail ! [flourish. He only liv'd but till he was a man; (debt: Mal. We shall not spend a large expense of time, The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd Before we reckon with your several Joves, [men, Iu the unshrinking station where be fought, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsBut like a man he died.
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland Siw. Then he is dead?
In such an honour nam'd. What's more to do, Rosse. Ay, and brought off the field: your cause which would be planted newly with the time, of sorrow
As calling home our exil'd friends abroarl, Must not be measur'd by his worth, for then That Aed the snares of watchful tyranny ; It hath no end.
Producing forth the cruel ministers Siw. Had he his hurts before?
of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen; Rosse. Ay, on the front.
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands Siw. Why then, God's soldier be he!
Took off her life;—this, and what necdful else Had I as many sons as I have bairs,
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, I would not wish them to a fairer death;
We will perform in measure, time, and place: And so his knell is knoll'd.
So thanks to all at once, and to each one, Mal. He's worth more surrow,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone. And that I'll spent for him.
flourish ; exeunte
Claudius, king of Denmark.
officers, Hamlet, son to the forıner, and nephew to the present king. Bernardo, Polonius, lord chamberlain. ***!
Francisco, a soldier. Horatio, friend to Hamlet
Reynaldo, servant to Poloniu Laertes, son to Polonius,
A captain. An ambassador,
Ghost of Hamlet's father.
Fortinbras, prince of Norway.
Gertrude, queen of Denmark and mother of Hamict
Ophelia, daughter to Polonius.
Lords, ladies, officers, soldiers, players, grave-diggers, sed A priest
lors, messengers, and other attendants. SCENE, Elsinore.
ELSINORE. A PLATFORM BEFORE THE
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appcar.
Ber. Sit down awhile;
That are so fortified against our story,
(self. Hor. Well, sit we downl, Fran. Bernardo.
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. He
Ber. Last night of all,
(pole, Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. When yon same star, that's westward from the Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Francisco.
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, Fran. For this relief, much thanks; 'tis bitter The bell then beating one, And I am sick at heart.
[cold, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
comes again! Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Enter Ghost. Ber. Well, good night.
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Hor. Most like: it harrows me with fear and Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who Ber. It would be spoke to.
(wonder. Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Mar. And liegemen to the Dane.
Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of Fran. Give you good night.
Together with that fair and warlike form (night, Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier:
In which the majesty of buried Denmark Who hath reliev'd you?
Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Fran. Bernardo hath my place.
Mar. It is offended.
[speak. Give you good night.
Ber. See! it stalks away. Mar. Holla! Bernardo!
Hor. Stay; speak: speak, I charge thee, speak. Ber. Say,
(exit Ghost. What, is Horatio there?
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. (pale: Hor. A piece of him.
[cellus. Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good Maro Is not this something more than fantasy? Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to. What think you of it? Ber. I have seen nothing.
(night? Hor. Before my God, I might not this beliere, Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; Without the sensible and true avouch od will not let belief take hold of him,
Of mine own eyes.
Hor. As thou art to thyself :
When he th' ambitious Norwny combated ; He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. | So frown'd he once, when, in an angry perle,
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
Which, happily, foreknowirg may avoid, "Tis strange. -
--[hour, 0, speak! Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life bodies on With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. ' Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, aia ' Hor. In what particular thought to work, I For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, know not;
Si cock crows. But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Speak of it:-stay, and speak. Stop it, Marcellus. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Mar.Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand. DI DIO E per. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Ben. 'Tis here! shame
Mar. "Tis gone!
tits (erit Ghost. And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, We do it wrong, being 80 majestical, . And foreign mart for implements of war? To offer it the show of violence, Firo Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
i! Does not divide the Sunday from the week? And our vain blows malicious mockery. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste 1 Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crot, Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day'; Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Who is't, that can inform me?
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, Hor. That can I;
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Whose image even but now appear'd to us, ?13 Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Whether in the sea or fire, in earth or air, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, The extravagant and erring spirit hies Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet To his confine; and of the truth herein (For so this side of our known world estecm'd him,) This present object made probation. Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a scal'd compact, Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season conues Did forfeit, with his life, all those his larids, Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror; This bird of dawning singeth all night long: Against the which, a moiety competent
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; Was gaged by our king; which had return'd The nights are wholesome; then do planets strike, To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. And carriage of the article design'd,
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Of unimproved mettle, hut and full,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hilli. Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Break we our watch up; and by my advice, u I Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night !!! For food and diet, to some enterprise
Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life. That bath a stomach in't; which is no other This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: (Aš it doth well appear unto our state,)
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, But to recover of us, by strong hand,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? (know, And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I, this morning, So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
Where we shall find him most convenient. [ereunt. Is the main motive of our preparations ;
SCENE II. THE SAME. A ROOM OF STATE IN THE The source of this our watch; and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes,
Ber. I thiuk, it be no other, but even so: Voltimand, Cornelius, Lords, and Attendants. Well may it sort, that this portentous figure King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
death That was, and is, the question of these wars. The memory be green, and that it us befitted
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom In the most high and palmy state of Rome, To be contracted in one brow of woe; A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Together with remembrance of ourselves. Re-enter Ghost.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! The imperial jointress of this warlike state, I'll cross it, though it blast me.--Stay, illusion! Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
With one auspicious, and one droppiog eye;, Speak to me:
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage If there be any good thing to be done,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole, -14 That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Speak to me:
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
With this affair along: for all, our thanks
Now follows, that you know, young Fortin-| Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
That can denote me truly: these, indeed, seem, Lost by his father, with all bands of law, For they are actions that a man might play: To our most valiant brother.-So much for him. But I have that within, which passeth show; Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. These, but the trappings and the suits of woc. Thus much the business is: we have here writ King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in yeur To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
nature, Hamlet, Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears To give these mourning duties to your father: Of this his nephew's purpose,—to suppress But, you must know, your father lost a father; His further gait herein; in that the levies, That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound The lists, and full proportions, are all made In filial obligation, for some term Out of his subjects: and we here despatch To do obsequious sorrow: but to perséver You, goud Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, In obstinate condolement, is a course For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: Giving to you no further personal power
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; To business with the king, more than the scope A heart unmortified, or mind impatient; Of these dilated articles allow.
An understanding simple and unschool'd; Farewell: and let your haste commend your duty. For what, we know, must be, and is as common Cor. & Vol. In that, and all things, will we As any the most vulgar thing to sense, shew our duty.
Why should we, in our peevish opposition, King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. Take it to heart? fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
[exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? To reason most absurd; whose common theme You told us of some suit. What is't, Laertes? Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
From the first corse, till he that died to-day,
As of a father: for let the world take note,
Than that which dearest father bears his son, Laer. My dread lord,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent Your leave and favour to return to France; In going back to school at Wittenberg, From whence, though willingly I came to Den- It is most retrograde to our desire : To shew my duty in your coronation; (mark, And, we bescech you, bend you to remain Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Qucen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, King. Have you your father's leave? what says Hamlet; Polonius?
(leave, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow Ham. I shall, in all my best, obey you, madain. By laboursome petition; and, at last,
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, ceme; I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time bethine, Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, And thy best graces: spend it at thy will.- No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
[aside. Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come, away. King. Howisit, that the clouds still hang on you? [excunt King, Queen, Lords, &c. Pol. and Laer. Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun. Ham. O, that this too, too solid Aesh would melt,
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O Gud! Seek for thy noble father in the dust :
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must seem to me all the uscs of this world! Passing through nature to eternity. (die, l'ie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, (nature, Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
That grows to sced; things rank, and gross iv Queen. It' it be,
Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Why seems it so particular with thee? [seems. But twoinonths dend!—nay, not so much, not two
Ham. Scems, madam! nay, it is; I kuvw not So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pé,
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Almost to jelly with the act of fear, [distillid Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,- Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, In dreadful secrecy, impart they did; Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my And I with them, the third night, kept the watch: , uncle,
Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, My father's brother; but no more like my father, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, Than I to Hercules: within a month;
The apparition comes: I knew your father; Ere yet the salt of most wnrighteous tears
These hands are not more like. Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
Ham. But where was this? She married : O most wicked speed, to post Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
Ham. Did you not speak to it? [watch'!. It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
Hor. My lord, I did;
Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. It lifted up its head, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; Horatio,—or I do forget myself.
[ever. And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant And vanish'd from our sight. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that Ham. 'Tis very strange. name with you.
Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
— And we did think it writ dowu in our duty Marcellus?
To let you know of it. Mar. My good lord,
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me, Ham. I am very glad to see you ; good even, sir. Hold you the watch to-night? But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Al. We do, my lord. Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. Arm'd, say you? Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so:
All. Arm’d, my lord. Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
Ham. From top to toe? To make it truster of your own report
All. My lord, from head to foot. Against yourself: I know, you are no truant.
Ham. Then saw you not But what is your affair in Elsinore?
His face? We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.
Hor. O yes, my lord; he wore bis beaver up. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow- Hor. A countenance more student;
In sorrow than in anger. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Ham. Pale, or red?
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Hor. Nay, very pale.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you? Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. (mcats
Hor. Most constantly. 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven, Ham. I would, I had been there. Or ever I bad seen that day, Horatio!
Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. My father,-methinks I see my father.
Ham. Very like, Hor. Where,
Very like: staid it long? My lord ?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Mar. & Ber. Longer, longer. [a bundred Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king.
Hor. Not when I saw it.
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
Ham. I will watch to-night; Hor. My lord, the king, your father.
Perchance, 'twill walk again. Ham. The king, my father!
Hor. I warrant, it will. Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, This inarvel to you.
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Ham. For God's love, let me hear
Let it be tenable in your silence still ;