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Who, in her duty and obedience, inark, Queen. So he does, indeed. Hath given me this: Now gather and surmise. Pot. At such a time I'll loose my daughter - To the celestial and my soul's idol, the to him : most beautified Ophelia,-

Be you and I bebind an arrast then; That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; beautified Mark the encounter: if he love her not, is a vile phrase; but you shall hear.–Thus : And be not from his reason fallen thereon,

In her excellent white bosom, these, &c. Let me be no assistant for a state,
Queen. Came this from Hamlet to her? But keep a farm, and carters.
Pol. Good madam, stay awhile; I will be King

We will try it. faithful.

Enter HAMLET, reading. Doubt thou, the stars are fire; [Reads. Queen. But, look, where sadly the poor Doubt, that the sun doth move :

wretch comes reading. Doubt truth to be a liar;

Pol. Away, I do beseech you, both away; · But never doubt, I love.

I'll board; him presently :-), give me leave. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; (Exeunt King, Queen, and Attendants. I have not art to reckon my groans; but How does my good lord Hamlet? that I love the best, О most best, believe it. Ham. Well,

god-'a-mercy. Adieu,

Pol. Do you know me, my lord! Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. this machine is to him, Hamlet. Pol. Not I, my lord?

(man. This, in obedience, bath my daughter shown Ham. Then I would you were so honest a And more above, hath his solieitings, [me: Pol. Honest, my lord? As they fell out by time, by means, and place, Ham, Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world All given to mine ear.

goes, is to be one picked man out of ten thou. King

But how hath she sand. Received his love?

Pol. That's very true, my lord. Pol.

What do you think of me? Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a King. As of a man faithful and honourable. dead dog, being a god, kissing carrion, -Pol. I wonld fain prove so. But what Have you a daughter? might you think,

Pol. I have, my lord. When I bad seen this hot love on the wing, Ham. Let her not walk i'the sun : concep(As I perceived it, I must tell you that, tiong is a blessing; but as your daughter may Before my daughter told me,) what might you, conceive llo-friend, look to't. Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, Pol. How say you by that? [Aside.] Still If I had play'i the desk, or; harping on my daughter:-yet he knew me Or given my heart a working, mute and dumb; not at first; he said, I was å fishmonger: He Or look'd upon this love with idle sight; is far gone, far gone; and, truly in my youth What might you think? no, I went round* to I suffered much extremity for love; very near work,

this. I'll speak to him again.-What do you And my young mistress thus did I bespeak; read, my lord? Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy sphere; Ham. Words, words, words! This must not be: and then I precepts gave her, Pol. What is the matter, my lord? That she should lock herself from his resort, Ham. Between who? Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. Pol. I


the matter that you read, my Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; lord. And he, repulsed, (a short tale to make,). Ham. Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue Fell into a sadness; then into a fast;

says here, that old men have grey beards; that Thence to a watch; thence into a weakness; their faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging Thence to a lightness; and, by this declension, thick amber, and plum-tree gum; and that Into the madness wherein now he raves, they have a plentiful lack of wit, together And all we mourn for.

with most weak hams: All of which, sir, King.

Do you think, 'tis this? though I most powerfully and potently beQueen. It may be, very likely.

lieve, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus Pol. Hath there been such a time, (I'd fain set down ; for yourself, sir, shall be as old as That I have positively said, 'Tis so,[know that,) I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward. When it proved otherwise?

Pol. Though this he madness, yet there's King.

Not that I know. method in it. [Aside.) Will you walk out of Pol. Take this from this, if this be otherwise: the air, my lord?

(Pointing to his Head and Shoulder. Ham. Into my grave? If circunstances lead me, I will find

Pol. Indeed, that is out o'the air.--How Where truth is hid, though it were bid indeed pregnant I sometimes his replies are! a bapWithin the centre.

piness that often madness hits on, which reason King. How may we try it further? and sanity ** could not so prosperously be de

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and my daughter.--My honoyrable lord, I attended. But, in the beaten way of friend. will most humbly take my leave of you. ship, what make you at Elsinore?

Ham. You cannot, sir, take from me any Ros. To visit you, my lord ; no other 00thing that I will more willingly part withal; casion. except nay, life, except my life, except my Ham, Beggar that I am, I am even pour life.

thanks ; but I thank you: and sure, dear Pol. Fare you well, my lord.

friends, my thanks are too dear, a halfpenny. Ham. These tedious old fools?

Were you not sent for? Is it your own inclin. Enter ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern. ing? Is it a free visitation? Come, come; deal · Pol. You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there justly with me: come,come; nay :speak. he is.

Guil. What should we say, my ord ? Ros. God save you, sir! [To POLONIUS. Hum. Any thing-but to the purpose. Yor.

[Exit POLONIUs. were sent tor; and there is a kind of conGuil. My houour'd lord!

fession in your looks, which your modesties Ros. My most dear lord !

have not craft enongh to colour: I know, the Hum. My excellent good friends! how dost good king and queen have sent for you. thou, Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good Ros. To what end, my lord? lads, how do you botin?

Ham. That you must teache.

But let me Ros. As the indifferent children of the earth. conjure you by the rights of our fellowship, Guil. Happy, in that we are not over- by the consonancy of our youth, by the obli. happy;

gation of our ever-preserved love, and by what On fortune's cap we are not the very button. more dear a better proposer could charge you Ham. Nor the soles of her shoe?

withal, be even and direct with me, whether Ros. Neither, my lord.

you were sent for, or no? Hum. Then you live about her waist, or in Ros. What say you?

TOGUILDENSTERN. the middle of her favours?

Ham. Nay, then I have an eye of you ; Guil. 'Faith her privates we.

(Aside.]-if you love me, hold not off. Ham. In the secret parts of fortune? O, Guil. My lord, we were sent for. most true; she is a strumpet. What news? Ham. I will tell you why; su shall my an.

Ros. None, my lord; but that the world is ticipation prevent your discovery, and your grown honest.

secrecy to the king and queen inoult no featherHum. Then is dooms-day near : But your I have of late, (but wherefore, I know not,) news is not true. Let me question more in lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exer particular: What have you, my good friends, cises: aná, indeed, it goes so heavily with my deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, you to prison hither?

seems to me a steril promontory; this most Guil. Prison, my lord !

excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave Ham. Denmark's a prison.

o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof Ros. Then is the world one.

fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no Hum. A goodly one; in which there are other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent conmany confines, wards, and dungeons; Dengregation of vapours. What a piece of work mark being one of the worst.

is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite Ros. We think not so, my lord.

in faculties! in form, and moving, how ex. Ham. Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there press and adınirable!'in action, liow like an is nothing either good or bad, but thinking angel ! in apprehension, how like a god! the makes it so: to me it is a prison.

beauty of the world! the paragon of animals ! Ros. Why, then your ambition makes it And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of one; 'tis too narrow for your mind.

dust? man delights not me, nor woman nelHam. () God! I could be bounded in a nut. ther; though, by your smiling, you seem to shell, apd count myself a king of infinite space; say so. were it not that I have bad dreams.

Ros. My lord, there's no such stuff in my Guil. Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; thoughts. for the very substance of the ambitious is Ham. Why did you laugh then, when merely the shadow of a dream,

said, Man delights not me? Ham. A dream itself is bot a shadow.

Ros. To think, my lord, if you delight no! Ros. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy in map, what lenten* entertainment the players and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shall receive from you: we cotedt iheni on shadow.

the way; and hither are they coming, to offer Ham. Then are our beggars, bodies; and you service. our monarchs, and out-stretch'd heroes, the Ham. He that plays the king, shall be wel. beggars' shadows: Shall we to the court? for, come; his majesty shall have tribute of mę: by my fay, I cannot reason.

the adventurous knight shall use his foil, and Ros. Guil. We'll wait upon you.

target: the lover shall not sigh gratis; the Ham. No such maiter: I will not sort you bumorous man shall end his part in peace: the with the rest of my servants ; for, to speak to clown shall make those laugh, whose lungs are you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully' tickled o’the sere; and the lady shall say her

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mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt when the wind is southerly, I know a bawk fort.-What players are they?

from a hand-saw. Ros. Even those you were wont to take such

Enter POLONIUS. delight in, the tragedians of the city.

Pol. Well be with yot gentlemen! Hum. How chances it, they travel*? their Ham. Hark you, Guildenstern ;-and you residence, both in reputation and profit, was too;-at each ear a hearer: that great baby, better both ways.

you see there, is not yet out of his swaddling. Ros. I think, their inhibition comes by the clouts. means of the late innovation.

Ros. Happily, he's the second time come Ham. Do they hold the same estimation to them; for, they say, an old man is twice a they did when I was in the city? Are they so child. followed ?

Ham. I will prophesy, he comes to tell me Ros. No, indeed, they are not.

of the players; mark it.--You say right, sir : Ham. How comes it? Do they grow o'Monday morning; 'twas then, indeed. rusty?

Pol. My lord, I have news to tell you. Ros. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the Ham. My lord, I have news to tell you; wonted pace: Bat there is, sir, an aiery of When Roscius was an actor in Rome,children, little eyases t, that cry out on the top Pol. The actors are come hither, my lord. of questions, and are most tyrannically clap- Ham. Buz, buz! ped fort: these are now the fashion; and so Pol. Upon my honour, berattle the common stages, (so they call them) Ham. Then came each actor on his ass, that many, wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose Pol. The best actors in the world, either for quills, and dare scarce come thither.

tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoralHam. What are they children? who main comical,historical-pastoral, (tragical-historical, tains them? how are they escoted 8? Will they tragical-comical] historical-pastoral, scene indipursue the quality || no longer than they can vidable, or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be sin ? will they not say afterwards, if they should too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of grow themselves to common players, (as it is writ gg, and the liberty, these are the only men. most like, if their means are no better, their Ham. O Jephthah, judge of Israel,-what writers do them wrong, to make them exclaim a treasure hadst thou ! against their own succession?

Pol. What a treasure had he, my lord? Ros. 'Faith, there has been much to do on Ham. Why,-One fair daughter, and no both sides; and the nation holds it no sin, to

more, tarrest them on to controversy: there was, for The which he loved passing well. a while, no money bid for argument, unless Pol. Still on my daughter. [Aside. the poet and the player went to cuffs in the Ham. Am I not i’the right, old Jephthah!! question.

Pol. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I Ham. Is it possible?

have a daughter, that I love passing well. Guil. O, there has been much throwing Ham. Nay, that follows not. about of brains.

Pol. What follows then, my lord? Ham. Do the boys carry it away?

Ham. Why, As by lot, God wot, and then Ros. Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules you know, it came to pass, As most like it and his load too **.

was,—The first row of the pious chanson Ham. It is not very strange: for my uncle will show you more; for look, my abridgment is king of Denmark, and those, that would comes. make mouths at him while my father lived,

Enter four or five Players. give twenty, forty, fifty, an hundred ducats You are welcome, masters; welcome, all :-) a-piece, for his picture in little tt. Sblood, am glad to see thee well:-welcome, good there is something in this more than natural, friends.-0, old friend! Why, thy face is va if philosophy could find it out.

lanced since I saw thee last; Comest thoa tu Flourish of Trumpets within. beard*** me in Denmark ?-What! my young Guil. There are the players.

lady and mistress ! By-'er lady, your ladyship Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcome to El- is nearer to heaven, than when I saw you last, sinore. Your hands. Come then : the ap-by the altitude of a chopine Ti. Pray God, purtenance of'welcome is fashion and cere- your voice, like a piece of uncurrent gold, be mony: let me comply #1 with you in this garb; not cracked within the ring.–Masters, you lest my extent to the players, which, tell are all welcome, We'll e'en to't like French you, must show fairly outward, should more falconers, fly at any thing we see: Well have appear like entertainment than yours. You a speech straight:-come, give us a taste of your are welcome: but my uncle-father, and aunt- ty it; qualicome, a passionate speech. mother, are deceived.

i Play. What speech, my lord? Guil. In what, my dear lord ?

Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech Hum. I am but mad north-northwest : once,-but it was never acted; or, if it was,

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not above once: for the play, I remember, The bold winds speechless, and the orb pleased not the million ; 'twas caviare* to the beluw generalt: but it was (as I received it, and As hush as death: anon the dreadful others, whose judgments, in such matters,


(pause, cried in the topi of mine,) an excellent play; Doth rend the region : So, after Pyrrhus: well digested in the scenes, set down with as A roused vengeance sets him new a work; much modesty as cunning. I remember, one And never did the Cyclops hammers fall said, there were no salads in the lines, to On Mars's armour, forged for proof make the matter savoury; nor no matter in


iling sword the phrase, that might indite the author of With less remorse than Pyrrhus bleedatfectioni : but called it an honest method, as Now falls on Priam.

(you gods, wholesome as sweet, and by very much more Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All handsome than fine. One speech in it I In general synod, take away her power ; chiefly loved : 'twas Æneas' tale to Dido; Break all the spokes and fellies from her and thereabout of it especially where he speaks


(of heaven, of Priam's slaughter: If it live in your me- And bowl the round nave down the hill mory, begin at this line; let me see, let As low as to the fiends! me see ;

Pol. This is too long. The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanean Ham. It shall to the barber's with your beast,

beard. Pr'ythee, say on : He's for a gig or a 'tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus. [arms, tale of bawdry, or he sleeps : say on : come The rugged Pyrrhus,-he, whose sable to Hecnba. [mobled gg queen Black as his purpose, did the night re- 1 Play. But who, ah woel had seen the semble

Ham. The mobled queen! When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Pol. That's good ; mobled queen is good. Hath now this dread and black com- 1 Play. Run barefoot up and down, plexion smeur'd

threat'ning the flames With heraldry more dismal ; head to foot With bisson || || rheum ; a clout upon that Now is he total guless; horridly trick'd**

head With blood of fathers, mothers, daugh- Where late the diadem stood ; and, for ters, sons,

[streets, About her lank and all o'erteemed loins, Baked and impasted with the parching A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught That lend a tyrannous and a damned light


(nom steep'd To their lord's murder: Roasted in wrath Who this had seen, with tongue in ve. and fire,

'Gainst fortune's state would treason And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,

have pronounced: With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish But if the gods themselves did see her then, Pyrrhus

[you. When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious . Old grandsire Priam seeks ;-So proceed


[limbs ; Pol. 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken ; In mincing with his sword her husband's with good accent and good discretion.

The instant burst of clamour that she 1 Play. Anon he finds him [sword,


(all,) Striking too short al Greeks ; his antique (Unless things mortal move them not at Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Would have made milchsf the burning eye Repugnant to command: Unequal match'd, And passion in the gods. (of heaven, Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in ruge strikes Pol. Look whether he has not turn'd his cowide ;

{sword, lour, and has tears in's eyes. Pr’ythee, no more. But with the whiff and wind of his fell Ham. 'Tis well; I'll have thee speak out The unnerved father falls. Then senseless the rest of this soon.-Good my lord, will you Ilium,

see the players well bestowed? Do you hear? Seeming to feel this blow, with faming let them be well used; for they are the abstract top

crash and brief chronicles of the time: After your Stoops to his base, and with a hideous death you were better bave a bad epitaph, Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' eur; for, lo! his than their ill report while you live. sword,

Pol. My lord, I will use them according to Which was declining on the milky head their desert. Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to Ham. Odd's bodikin, man, much better : stick:

Use every man after his desert, and who shall So, as a puinted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood ; 'scape whipping ? Use them after your own And, like a neutral to his will and mat- honour and dignity: The less they deserve, Did nothing,

[ter, the more merit is in your bounty. Take But, as we often see against some storm them in. A silence in the heavens, the racktt stand Pol. Come, sirs. still,

[Exit POLONIUS, with some of the Players.

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Ham. Follow him, friends : we'll hear a A damn'd defeate was made. Am I a coward! play to-morrow.-Dost thou hear me, old Who calls mo villain? breaks my pate across! friend ? can you play the Murder of Gonzago ? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face! • 1 Play. Ay, my lord.

Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i'the Ham. We'll have it tomorrow night You throat, could, for a need, study a speech of some dozen As deep as to the langs ? Who does me this? or sixteen lines, which I would set down, and Ha! insert in't? could you not?

Why, I should take it : for it cannot be, 1 Play, Ay, my lord.

But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall Ham. Very well.- Follow that lord, and To make oppression bitter : or, ere this, Jook you mock him not. (Exit Player.) My I should have fatted all the region kites good friends, (To Ros, and GUIL.] I'll leave with this slave's offal : Bloody, bawdy villain you till night : you are welcome to Elsinore. Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindlesst. Ros. Good my lord !

villain ! (Ereunt Ros. and Guild. Why, what an ass am I? This is most brave; Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you :

-Now I am That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, alone.

Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with Is it not monstrous, that this player here, And fall a cursing, like a very drab, (words, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

A scullion !

{I have heard, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, Fie upon't! foh! About my brains! Humph That from her working all his visage wann'd; That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Have by the very cunning of the scene A broken voice, and his whole fanction suiting Been struck so to the soul, that presently With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For Hecuba!

For murder, though it hath no tongue, will What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, [do, speak

(players That he should weep for her ? What would hé With most miraculous organ. I'll have these Had he the motive and the cue for passion Play something like the murder of my father, That I have? He would drown the stage with Before mine uncle : I'll observe his looks; tears,

[speech; I'll tent him I to the qnick; if he do blenchy, And cleave the general ear with horrid I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, May be a devil : and the devil hath power Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed, To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, The very faculties of eyes and ears.

Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, Yet I,

(As he is very potent with such spirits,) A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds Like John a-dreams, anpregnant of my cause, More relative than this : The play's the thing, And can say nothing; no, not for a king, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Upon whose property and most dear life,


ACT III. . SCENE I. A Room in the Castle. Ros. Niggard of question ; but, of our de

[mands, Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Most free in his reply.


Did you assay hiin ROSENCRANTZ, and GuildeNSTERN.

To any pastime!

[players King. And can you, by no drift of con- Ros. Madam, it go fell out, that certain ference

We w'er-raught || on the way : of these we told Get from him, why he puts on this confusion; And there did seem in him a kiod of joy [him; Grating so harshly all his days of quiet To hear of it: They are abont the court; With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? And, as I think, they have already order Ros. He does confess, he feels himself dis- | This night to play before him. tracted; (spcak. Pol.

'Tis most true But from what cause he will by no means. And he beseech'd me to entreat your maGuil. Nor do we find him forward to be To hear and see the matter.

(jestien, Bounded;

King. With all iny heart; and it doth moch But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, To hear him so inclined.

[content me When we would bring him on to some con- Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, Or his true state.

[fession and drive his purpose on to these delights. Queen. Did he receive you well? Ros. We shall, my lord. Ros. Most like a gentleman.

[Exeunt Rosen, and GUILDEN. Guil. But with much forcing of bis dispo- King. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too: sition.

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