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The glow-worm shows the ratin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his ineffectual fire :
Adieu, adieu, adieu ! remember me.
Ham. Hold, hold, my heart :
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up!--Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
.n this distracted globe. Remember thee ?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy conımandment all alone shall live
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter : yes, by heaven.
I have sworn't.
Hor. [Within.] My lord, my lord,
Mar. [Within. Lord Hamlet,
Heaven secure him!
So be it
Mar. [Within.] Illo, ho, ho, my lord !
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy ! come, bird, come.
Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.
Mar. How is't, my noble lord ?
What news, my lord ?
Ham. O, wonderful !
Good my lord, tell it.
You will reveal it.
Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven. -
Ham. How say you then; would heart of man once think it free
But you'll be secret,-
Ay, by heaven, my lord.
Ham. There's ne'er a villain, dwelling in all Denmark,
But he's an arrant knave.
Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
To tell us this.
Hum. Why, right; you are in the right:
And so, without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:
You, as your business, and desire, shall point you ;-
For every man hath business, and desire,
Such as it is,-and for my own poor part,
Hor. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
Flam. I am sorry they offend you, heartily; yes,
There's no offence, my lord.
Ham. Yes, by St. Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you ;
For your desire to know what is between us,
O’er-master it as you may. And now, good friends,
As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers,
Give me one poor request.
What is't, my lord ?
Ham. Never make known what you have seen to-night.
Hor. Mar. My lord, we will not.
Nay, but swear't.
Hor. Propose the oath, my lord.
Ham. Never to speak of this that you
seen, Swear by my sword.
Ghost. (Beneath.] Swear.
Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange'
Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy!
How strange or odd soe’er I bear myself,
As I, perchance, hereafter, shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.-
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall
With arms encumber'd thus, or this head-shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubiful phrase,
As, Well, well, we know ;—or, We could, and if we apoild ;-01,
If we list to speak ;-or, There be, an if they might ;--
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
you know aught of me:- This do you swear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you !
Ghost. [Beneath.] Swear.
Ham. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
With all my love I do commend me to you:
And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
May do, to express his love and friending to you,
God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together ;
And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
The time is out of joint ;-0 cursed spite !
That ever I was born to set it right!
Nay, come, let's go together.
SCENE I. Hamlet ha. 1ow put on his counterfeit madness. He visits Ophelia in this “ antio gaise," and the affi ighted maiden narrates to her father the circumstances attending qis visit.
Poi. How now, Ophelia ? what's the matter?
Oph. O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted !
Pol. With what, in the name of heaven.
Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
.Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd;
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
He comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy love?
My lord, I do not know ;
But, truly, I do fear it.
What said he ?
Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard;
he to the length of all his arm ;
And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
He falls to such perusal of my face,
As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
At last,-A little shaking of mine arm,
And thrice his head thus waving up and down,-
He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound,
As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,
And end his being : That done, he lets me go:
And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes ;
For out o'doors he went without their helps,
And, to the last, bended their light on me.
Pol. Come, go with me; I will go seek the king.
This is the very ecstasy of love;
What, have you given him any hard words of late ?
Oph. No, my good lord; but, as you did command,
I did repel his letters, and denied
His access to me.
That hath made him mad.
Come, go we to the king :
This must be known; which, being kept close, might move
More grief to hide, than hate to utter love.
SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle. Enter KING, QUEEN, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants
King. Welcome, dear Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern! Moreover that we much did long to see you,
The need, we have to use you, did provoke
Our hasty send'ng. Something have you heard
Of Hamlet's transformation; so I call it,
Since not the exterior nor the inward man
Resembles that it was: What it should be,
More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
So much from the understanding of himself,
I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court
Some little time: so by your companies
To draw him on to pleasures; and to gather,
Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him tlus,
That, open d, lies within our remedy.
Queen. Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
And, sure I am, two men there are not living,
To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
So to expend your time with us a while,
Your visitation shall receive such thanks
As fits a king's remembrance.
Both your majesties
Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
Than to entreaty.
But we both obey ;
And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,
To lay our service freely at your feet,
To be commanded.
King. Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern.
Queen. And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son.—Go, some of you,
And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
[Exeunt ROSENCEANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some Atterlanta
Pol. I now do think, (or else this brain of mine
Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
As it hath us’d to do,) that I have found
The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
King. O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
Pol. My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night, niglit, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.
Therefore,-since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
( will be brief: Your noble son is mad :
Mad call I it: for, to define true madness,
What is't, but to be nothing else but mad :
But let that gr.
More matter, with less art.
Pol. Madam, I swear, I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true, 'tis pity ;
And pity.tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure ;
But farewell it, fur I will use no art.
Mad let us grant him then: and now remains,
That we find out the cause of this effect;
Or, rather say, the cause of this defect;
For this effect, defective, comes by cause ;
Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
I have a daughter ; have, while she is mine ;
Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
Hath given me this: Now gather, and surmise.
- To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia.com That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified is a vile phrase; but you shall hear.–Thus :
In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her ? Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. ¡Reads
Douðt thou, the stars are fire;
Doubt, that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar ;
But never doubt, I love. dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; I have not art to reckon my groans : but that I love thee best, О most best, believe it. Adieu.
Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst
this machine is to him, IIamlet.
This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me:
And more above, hath his solicitings,
As they fell out by time, by means, and place,
All given to mine ear.
But how hath she
Receiv'd his love ?
What do you think of me?
King. As of a man faithful and honorable.
Pol. I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
When I had seen this hot love on the wing,
(As I perceiv'd it, I must tell you that,
Before my daughter told me,) what might you,
Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
If I had play'd the desk, or table-book ;
Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb,
Or look’d upon this love with idle sight ;
What might you think ? no, I went round to work,
And, my young mistress thus did I bespeak;
Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere;
This must not be : and then I precepts gave her,