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Scene I.-Elsinore.- A Room in the Castle. But we will ship him hence : and this vile deed

We must, with all our majesty and skill, Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, and

Both countenance and excuse.- Ho, GuildenGUILDENSTERN.

stern! King. There's matter in these sighs; these profound heaves

Enter Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. You must translate ; 'tis fit we understand them: Friends both, go join yon with some further aid : Where is your son ?

Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. And from his mother's closet hath he dragged [ To RosencRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN,

him: who go out.

Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

King. What, Gertrude ?-How does Hamlet? [Exeunt RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Queen. Mad as the sea and wind, when both Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; contend

And let them know, both what we mean to do, Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit, And what's untimely done: so, haply, slander Behind the arras hearing something stir,

Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, Whips out his rapier, cries, “A rat, a rat!” As level as the cannon to his blank, . And, in this brainish apprehension, kills

Transports his poisoned shot,-may miss our name, The unseen good old man.

And hit the woundless air. O, come away! King. O heavy deed !

My soul is full of discord and dismay. (Exeunt. It had been so with us, had we been there : His liberty is full of threats to all; To you yourself, to us, to every one. Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answered ? SCENE II.- Another Room in the same. It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrained, and out of

Enter Hamlet.

Ham. --- Safely stowed, -
This mad young man: but so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;

Rosencrantz, Sc., within.
But, like the owner of a foul disease,

Hamlet! lord Hamlet! To keep it from divulging, let it feed

Ham. But soft; what noise? who calls on Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? | Hamlet ?-0, here they come.

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killed : O'er whom his very madness, like some ore

Enter Rosencrantz and GuildENSTERN. Among a mineral of metals base,

Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the Shews itself pure; he weeps for what is done.

dead body? King. O, Gertrude, come away!

Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 't is The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,


Ros. Tell us where 't is; that we may take it Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern. thence,

King. Now, Hamlet, where 's Polonius? And bear it to the chapel.

Ham. At supper. Ham. Do not believe it.

King. At supper !-where? Ros. Believe what?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! | him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet:

-What replication should be made by the son of we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat oura king?

selves for maggots: your fat king, and your lean Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? | beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but

Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's coun- to one table; that's the end. tenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such King. Alas, alas! officers do the king best service in the end: he Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath keeps them like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; | eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he that worm. needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing King. What dost thou mean by this? you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

Ham. Nothing, but to shew you how a king may Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

go a progress through the guts of a beggar. Ham. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps King. Where is Polonius? in a foolish ear.

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body messenger find him not there, seek him i’ the other is, and go with us to the king.

place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not Ham. The body is with the king, but the king within this month, you shall nose him as you go up is not with the body. The king is a thing the stairs into the lobby. Guil. A thing, my lord ?

King. Go seek him there. [To some Attendants. Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, Ham. He will stay till you come. and all after. [Exeunt.

[Exeunt Attendants. King. Hamlet, this deed,-for thine especial


Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.

For that which thou hast done,-must send thee

hence Enter King, attended.

With fiery quickness: therefore, prepare thyself; King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the The bark is ready, and the wind at help, body.

Th' associates tend, and everything is bent How dangerous is it that this man goes loose ! For England. Yet must not we put the strong law on him : Ham. For England ? He's loved of the distracted multitude,

King. Ay, Hamlet. Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes ;

Ham. Good. And where 't is so, the offender's scourge is King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. weighed,

Ham. I see a cherub that sees them. But But never the offence. To bear all smooth and come; for England !-Farewell, dear mother. even,

King. Thy loving father, Hamlet. This sudden sending him away must seem

Ham. My mother. Father and mother is man Deliberate pause: diseases, desperate grown,

and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my By desperate appliance are relieved,

mother. Come, for England.

[Exit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed Enter ROSENCRANTZ.

aboard; Or not at all.-How now? what hath befallen? | Delay it not; I 'll have him hence to-night: Ros. Where the dead body is bestowed, my | Away; for everything is sealed and done

That else leans on the affair: pray you, make We cannot get from him.

haste. King. But where is he?

[Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ros. Without, my lord; guarded to know your And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught pleasure.

(As my great power thereof may give thee King. Bring him before us.

sense ; Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red


After the Danish sword, and thy free awe

Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little Pays homage to us), thou mayst not coldly set

before. Our sovereign process; which imports at full,

[Exeunt RosENCRantz and GUILDENSTERN. By letters cónjuring to that effect,

How all occasions do inform against me,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
For like the hectic in my blood he rages, If his chief good, and market of his time,
And thou must cure me: till I know 't is done, Be but to sleep and feed ?-a beast, no more.
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Exit. | Sure He that made us with such large discourse,

Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be

Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Scene IV.-A Plain in Denmark.

Of thinking too precisely on the event,

A thought which, quartered, hath but one part Enter Fortinbras, and Forces, marching.


And ever three parts coward, I do not know For. Go, captain, from me, greet the Danish

Why yet I live to say, “ This thing 's to do ;" king;

Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras

means, Craves the conveyance of a promised march

To do’t. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.

Witness this army of such mass and charge, If that his majesty would aught with us,

Led by a delicate and tender prince; We shall express our duty in his eye;

Whose spirit, with divine ambition puffed, And let him know so.

Makes mouths at the invisible event; Cap. I will do't, my lord.

Exposing what is mortal and unsure For. Go softly on.

To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare, [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,

Is, not to stir without great argument;
Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guilden-

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
STERN, 8c.

When honour 's at the stake. How stand I then,
Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these? That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Cap. They are of Norway, sir.

Excitements of my reason and my blood, Ham. How purposed, sir,

And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see I pray you?

The imminent death of twenty thousand men, Cap. Against some part of Poland. That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Ham. Who commands them, sir?

Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot Cap. The nephew to old Norway,-Fortinbras. Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, –

Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Which is not tomb enough and continent Or for some frontier ?

To hide the slain !-0, from this time forth, . Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! We go to gain a little patch of ground

[Exit. That hath in it no profit but the name. To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Scene V.-Elsinore. A Room in the Castle. Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

Enter Queen and Horatio. Cap. Yes, 't is already garrisoned.

Queen. I will not speak with her. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou- | Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; sand ducats,

Her mood will needs be pitied. Will not debate the question of this straw!

Queen. What would she have ? This is the imposthume of much wealth and Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, peace;

she hears That inward breaks, and shews no cause without There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir.

her heart; Cap. God be wi' you, sir.

[Exit. Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, Ros. Will’t please you go, my lord? | That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,

Yet the unshapéd use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield

them, Indeed would make one think, there might be

thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Queen. 'T were good she were spoken with ; for

she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : Let her come in.

[Exit Horatio. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den

Queen. How now, Ophelia ?

Ophelia sings.
How should I your true love know

From another one ?
By his cockle-hat and staff,

And his sandal-shoon.
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this

song ?
Oph. Say you ? nay, pray you, mark :

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,

At his heels a stone.
0, ho!
Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, -
Oph. Pray you, mark :

White his shroud as the mountain snow,—

Enter King.
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.

Ophelia sings.
Larded all with sweet flowers ;
Which bewept to the grave did go,

With true-love showers.
King. How do you do, pretty lady?

Oph. Well, God 'ield you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table !

King. Conceit upon her father.

Oph. Pray let us have no words of this ; but when they ask you what it means, say you this :


Good morrow, 'tis St. Valentine's day,

All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,

To be your Valentine :
Then up he rose, and donned his clothes,

And dupped the chamber door ;
Let in the maid, that out a maid

Never departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia.
Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an
end on't.

By Gis and by Saint Charity,

Alack and fie for shame!
Young men will do't if they come to't;

By cock they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

You promised me to wed:
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

An thou hadst not come to my bed.
King. How long hath she been thus ?

Oph. I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they shall lay him i’ the cold ground. My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies ; good night, good night.


King. Follow her close; give her good watch, Danes. We will, we will.
I pray you,
[Exit Horatio.

[They retire without the door. 0, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Laer. I thank you: keep the door.-0, thou All from her father's death.—0, Gertrude, Ger

vile king, trude,

Give me my father. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, Queen. Calmly, good Laertes. But in battalions! First, her father slain ; | Laer. That drop of blood that's calm, proclaims Next, your son gone; and he most violent author

me bastard; Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Cries “cuckold" to my father; brands the harlot Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and Even here, between the chaste unsmirchéd brow whispers,

Of my true mother. For good Polonius' death ; and we have done but / King. What is the cause, Laertes, greenly,

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?: In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person : Divided from herself and her fair judgment; I There's such divinity doth hedge a king, Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts : That treason can but peep to what it would, Last, and as much containing as all these, Acts little of his will.-Tell me, Laertes, Her brother is in secret come from France; Why thou art thus incensed ?—Let him go, GerFeeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,

trude;— And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

Speak, man. With pestilent speeches of his father's death;

Laer. Where is my father? Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,

King. Dead. Will nothing stick our person to arraign

Queen. But not by him. In ear and ear. O, my dear Gertrude, this, King. Let him demand his fill. Like to a murdering-piece, in many places Laer. How came he dead ?—I 'll not be juggled Gives me superfluous death. [A noise within.

with : Queen. Alack, what noise is this? To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!

Conscience and grace to the profoundest pit! Enter a Gentleman.

I dare damnation : to this point I stand, King. Attend :

That both the worlds I give to negligence,

Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the

Most throughly for my father. door: What is the matter?

King. Who shall stay you? Gent. Save yourself, my lord;

Laer. My will; not all the world : The ocean, overpeering of his list,

And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste,

They shall go far with little.

King. Good Laertes, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,

If you desire to know the certainty O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him,

of your dear father's death, is 't writ in your reAnd, as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and

foe, The ratifiers and props of every word,

Winner and loser ? They cry, “Choose we; Laertes shall be king !" |

Laer. None but his enemies. Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

King. Will you know them, then? “Laertes shall be king; Laertes king !",

Laer. To his good friends thus wide I 'll ope

my arms; Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they

And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, cry; 0, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.

Repast them with my blood.

King. Why, now you speak King. The doors are broke. [Noise within.

Like a good child and a true gentleman. Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following.

That I am guiltless of your father's death,

And am most sensibly in grief for it, Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all 1 It shall as level to your judgment 'pear, without.

As day does to your eye. Danes. No, let's come in.

Danes (within). Let her come in. Laer. I pray you, give me leave.

Laer. How now! what noise is that?

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