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Trumpets sound. The dumb show folloros. My operant * powers their functions leave to do: Enter a King and Queen, very lovingly; the Queen And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,

embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and Honour'd, belord; and, haply, one as kind makes show of protestations unto him. He takes For husband shalt thou her up, and declines his head upon her neck : lays 5 P. Queen. O, confound the rest! him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him Such love must needs be treason in my breast: asleep, leaves him. Anon, comes in a fellow, in second husband let me be accusrt! takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poisonin None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns ; Ham. That's wormwood.

(inore, finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. 10 P. Queen. The instances that second marriage

The poisoner, with some truo or threc mutes,comes Are base respects of thrift, but none of love : in again, seeming to lament zvith her. The dead A second time I kill my husband dead, body is carried away. The poisoner wooes the When second husband kisses me in bed. Queen with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling P. King. I do believe, you think what now you awhile, but, in the end, accepts his love. 15


[Exeunt. But what we do determine, oft we break. Oph. What means this, my lord?

Purpose is but the slave to memory; Ham. Marry, this is miching malicho'; it Of violent birth, but poor validity : means mischiet.

Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument 20 But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. of the play.

Most necessary 'tis, that we forget
Enter Prologue.

To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the What to ourselves in passion we propose, players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

Oph. Will he tell us what this show ineant? 25 The violence of either grief or joy,

Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll shew him : Their own enactures with themselves destroy: Be not you asham’d to show, he 'll not shame to Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; tell you what it means.

Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange, mark the play.

30 That even our loves should with our fortunes Pro. “ For us, and for our tragedy,

change; Here stooping to your clemency,

For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, “ We beg your hearing patiently, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring The great man down, you mark, his favourite flies; Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.

35 The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies. Ham. As woman's love.

And hitherto doth love on fortune tend;
Enter a King, and a Queen.

For who not nсeds, shall never lack a friend; P. King. Full thirty times hath Phæbus' cart? And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

Directly seasons him his enemy. Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus' orbed ground;.40 But, orderly to end where I begun,And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen' Our wills, and fates, do so contrary run, About the world have times twelve thirties been ; That our devices still are overthrown; Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of ourown: Unite commutual in most sacred bands.

So think thou wilt no second husband wed; P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and 45 But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead.

P. Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor Make us again count o'er, ere love be done!

heaven light! But, woe is one, you are so sick of late,

Sport, and repose, Jock from me, day, and night! So far from cheer, and from your former state, To desperation turn my trust and hope ! That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, 50 An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope ! Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy, For women fear too much, even as they love. Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! And women's fear and love hold quantity; Both here, and hence, pursue my lasting strife, In neither aught, or in extremity. (know; lf, once a widow, ever I be wife! Now, what my love is, proof" hath made you 55 tam. Ifshe should break it now,- [To Oph. And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.

P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;

nere a while; Where little fears grow great, great love grous My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile there. [shortly too; The tedious day with sleep.

Sleeps. P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, andlool P. Queen. Sleep rock thy brain;

Hanmer tell us, that miching malicho significs mischief lying hid, and that malicho is the Spanish malheco. * A chariot was anciently so called. Splendour, lustre. * Operant is active. The muotites. Anchor is for anchoret. This abbreviation of the word is very ancient.


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And never come mischance betwixt us twain ! Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if


the rest of my fortunes turn Turk * with me) with Ham. Madam, how like you this play? [thinks. two Provencial roses on my rayed shoes', get me Queen. The lady doth protest too much, me- a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? Hlam. O, but she'll keep her word.

5 Hor. Half a share. King. Have you heard the arguinent? Is there Ham. A whole one, I. no offence in't?

For thou dost kuow, 0 Damon' dear, Ham. No, no, they do hut jest, poison in jest;

This realm dismantled was no offence i' the world.

Of Jove himself; and now reigns here King. What do you call the play?


A very, very-peacock.. Ham. The mouse-trap! Marry, how? Tro- Hor. You might have rhym’d. pically. This play is the image of a murder done Ham. O good Hloratio, I'll take the ghost's word in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Baptista : you shall see anon ; 'tis a knavish piece Hor. Very well, my lord. of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we 15 Hun. Upon the talk of the poisoning, that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the Hor. I did very well note him. gall’d jade wince, our withers are unwrung.– Ham. Ah, ha! -Come, some music; come, Enter Lucianus.

the recorders.This is one Lucianus, nephew to the duke.

For if the king like not the comedy, Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. 20

Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy'. Ilam. I could interpreto between you and your Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. love, if I could see the puppets dallying,

Come, some music.

(you. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take ofi Ham. Sir, a w

whole history. my edge.

25 Guil. The king, sir, Oph. Still better, and worse !

Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

[per'd. Ham. So you mistake your husbands.

Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distemBegin, murderer. Leave thy damnable faces, Kum. With drink, sir? and begin.

(venge. Guil. No, my lord, with choler. Come-The croaking raven doth bellow for re-30 Hum. Your wisdom should shew itself more Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me time agreeing;

to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge Confederate season, else no crcature sceing; him into more choler. Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, 35 some frame, and start not so wildly from my afThy natural magic, and dire property, On wholesome life usurp immediately.

Ham. I am tame, sir:- pronounce. [Pours the poison into his ears. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great Ham. He poisons him i' the garden for his estate. affliction of spirit, bath sent me to you. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and 40 Ham. You are welcome. written in very choice Italian : You shall see anon, Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's of the right breed. It it shall please you to make wife.

me a wholesomne answer, I will do your mother's Oph. The king rises.

commandment; if not, your pardon, and my reHum. What! frighted with false fire! 145 turn, shall be the end of iny business. Queen. How fares my lord.?

Ham. Sir, I cannot. Pol. Give o'er the play.

Guil. What, iny lord? King. Give me some light:-away!

Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's All. Lights, lights, lights!

diseas'd: But, sir, such answer as I can make, [Exeunt All but Hamlet and Horatio. 50 you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,

inother: therefore no more, but to the matter :
The hart ungallcd play: [sleep: My mother, you say, -
For some must watch, whilst some must Ros. Then thus she says : Your behaviour hath
Thus runs the world away.-

Istruck her into amazement and admiration. · He calls it the mouse-trap, because it is the thing, In which he'll catch the conscience of the king. ? This refers to the interpreter, who formerly sat on the stage at all mo.ions or puppetshozus, and interpreted to the audience. ? i.e. according to Mr. Steevens, better in regard to the wit of your double entendre, but worse in respect to the grossness of your meaning.

• Means, probably, no more than to change condition fantastically. » When shoe-strings were worn, they were covered, where they met in the middle, by a ribband gathered into the form of a rose. -Rayed shoes, are shoes braided in lines. • The allusion is to a pack of hounds. A pack of hounds was once called a cry of hounds. ? Hamlet calls Horatio by this name, in allusion to the celebrated friendship between Dumon and Pythius. A peucock seems proverbial for a fool. Mr. Steevens, however, believes paddock (or toad) to be the true reading. Perdy is a corruption of par vieu, and is not uncommon in the old plays.



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Han. O wonderful son, that can so astonish Ham. Methinks it is like a weazel. niother! But is there no sequel at the heels of Pol. It is back'd like a weazel. this-mother's admiration? impart.

Ham. Or, like a whale? Ros. She desires to speak with you in lier clo- Pol. Very like a whale. set, ere you go to bed.

5 Ham. Then will I come to my mother by-andHam. We shell obey, were she ten times our by: -They fool me to the top of my bent',-1 mother. Have you any further trade 'with us? will come by-and-by. Ros. My lord, you once did love me.

Pol. I will say so. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers? Ham. By-and-by is easily said.—Leave me,

Ros. Good, my lord, what is your cause of dis- 10 friends. [Exeunt Ros. Guil. Hor. c. temper? you do, surely, bar, the door upon your 'Tis now the very witching time of night; own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. When church-yards yawn, and hell itself breathes Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.


[blood, Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot of the king himself for your succession in Den-15 And do such business as the bitter day mark?

Would quake to look on. Soft;—now to my Ham. Ay, sir, but While the grass grozs,-the

inother.proverb is something musty:

0, heart, lose not thy natare; let not ever Enter the Players, with Recorders ". The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: 0, the recorders: -let me see one.-To with-20 Let me be cruel, not unnatural; draw with you :-Why do you go about to reco- I will speak daggers to her, but use none; ver the wind of me, as if you would drive me in- My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites: to a toil?

How in my words soever she be shent', Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my To give them seals to never, my soul, consent! love is too uniannerly*. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you

SCENE III. play upon this pipe?

A Room in the Palace.
Guil. My lord, I cannot.
Ham. I pray you.

Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

30 King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with m, Ham. I do beseech you.

Tolet his madness range. Therefore, prepare you; Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord.

your commission will forthwith dispatch, Ham. "Tis as easy as lying: govern these ven- And he to England shall along with you: tages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath The terms of our estate may not endure with your mouth, and it will discourse most elo-35 Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow quent music. Look you, these are the stops.

Out of his lunes". Guil. But these cannot I command to any ut- Guil. We will ourselves provide: terance of harmony; I have not the skill. Most holy and religious fear it is

Han. Why, look you now, how unworthy a To keep those many many bodies safe, thing you make of nie! You would play upon 40 That live, and feed, upon your majesty. me; you would seem to know niy stops.; you Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you With all the strength and armour of the mind, would sound me from my lowest note to the top. To keep itself from’noyance; but much more, of my compass: and there is much music, excel- That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest, lent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you 45 The lives of many. The cease of majesty make it speak. Why, do you think, that I am Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw easier to be play'd on than a pipe? Call me what What's near it, with it: It is a massy wheel, instrument you will, though you can fret me, vou Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, cannot play upon me. [Enter Polonius. ]- -God To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things bless you, sir !

50 Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with Each small annexment, petty consequence, you, and presently.

Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone Han. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. in shape of a camel?

King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy Pol

. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, in- 55 For we will fetters put upon this fear, (voyage; deed.

Which now goes too frce-footed. 'i. e. further business, further dealing. ? i.e. by these hands. 3 i.e. a kind of flute.' * i.e. If my duty to the king makes me press you a little, my love to you makes me still more importunate. It that makes me bold, this makes me even unmannerly.

5 The holes of a flute. • The weusel is remarkable for the length of its back. ' i.e. They compel me to play the fool, till I can endure to do it no longer. • The bitter day is the day rendered hateful or bitter by the commission of some act of mischief. To shend, is to reprove harshly, to treat with injurious language. 10 j. e. put them in execution. i. e. his madness, frenzy.



Both. We will haste us.

With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; [Exeunt Ros. and Guil. And, how his audit stands, who knows,save heaven? Enter Polonius.

But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet; 'Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd. Behind the arras I'll convey myself, [home: 5 To take him in the purging of his soul, To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him When he is tit and season'd for his passage? And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

No. 'Tis meet,that some more audience than a mother, l'p, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent": Since nature makes them partial, should o'er-hear When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage; The speech of vantage'. Fare you well, my liege: 10Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed; I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,

At gaming, swearing; or about some act And tell you what I know.

[Erit. That has no relish of salvation in 't: King. Thanks, my dear lord.

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; , my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black, It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,

15 As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays : A brother's murder!--Pray can I not,

This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. (Exit. Though inclination be as sharp as will ?;

The King rises. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain And, like a man to double business bound,

below: I stand in pause where I shall first begin, 20 Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. And both neglect. What if this cursed hand

(Exito Were thicker than itself with brother's blood ? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens,

SCENE IV. To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,

The Queen's Closet. But to confront the visage of offence?

Enter Queen, and Polonius. And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,

Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay To be fore-stalled, ere we come to fall,

home to him:

[with; Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear My fault is past. But 0, what forın of prayer Andthatyourgracebathscreen’dand stood between Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder !-- 30 Much heat and hiin. I'll silence me e'en here“. That cannot be; since I am still possess'd

Pray you, be round with him. Of those etfects for which I did the murder,

Hum. [within.] Mother, mother, mother !My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

Queen. I'll warrant you; fear me not.
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence? Withdraw, I hear him coming.
In the corrupted currents of this world, 331

[Polonius hides himself, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;

Enter Hamlet. And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself

Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above:

Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much ofThere is no shuffling, there the action lies


fed. In his true nature; and we ourselves compell’d, 40 Ham. Mother, you have my father much offendEven to the teeth and forehead of our faults, Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle To give in evidence. What then? what rests?

tongue. Try what repentance can: What can it not? Ham.Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?

Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? O wretched state! O bosom, black as death! 45 Hum. What's the matter now? O limed 'soul; that, struggling to be free,

Queen. Have vou forgot me? Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay! . Ham. No, by the rood, not so: Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; steel,

And—'would it were not so!-you are my mother. Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe;

150 Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can All may be well!

[The King kneels.

not budge; Enter Hamlet.

Ham. Come, coine, and sit you down; you shall Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; You go not, 'till I set you up a glass And now I'll do 't;—And so he goes to heaven: Where you may see tlie inmost part of you. And so am I reveng'd? That would be scanu'd : 55 Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not mure A villain kills my father; and, for that,

der me? I, his sole son, do this saine villain send

Help, help, ho! To heaven.

Pol. [Behind.) What, ho! help! Why this is hire and salary, not revenge.

Hum. How now! a rat? He took my father grossly, full of bread; 601 Dead, for a ducat, dead.

'i.e. by some opportunity of secret observation. Will is command, direction. alludes to bird-lime, i. e. that should be considered, estimated. Hent is hold, or seizure. Luy hold on bim, sword, at a more horrid time Sie. I'll use no more tords.




(Hamlet strikes at Polonius through the arras. Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thralld, Pol. [Behind.] O, I ain slain.

But it reserv'd some quantity of choice Queen. O me, what hast thou done?

To serve in such a difference. What devil was 't, Ham. Nay, I know not:

That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind? Is it the king?

5 Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost as bad, good Or but a sickly part of one true sense mother,

Could not so mope. As kill a king, and marry with his brother. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, Queen. As kill a king?

101f thou canst mutiny in a matron's bones, Ham. Ay, lady, 'twas my word.

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,

[To Polonius. When the compulsive ardour gives the charge; I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: Since frost itself as actively doth burn, Thou find'st, to be too busy, is soine danger.-- 15 And reason panders will. Leavewringingof your hands: Peace; sit you down, Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more: And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul; Ifit be made of penetrable stuff;

And there I see such black and grained spots, If damned custom have not braz'd it so,

As will not leave their tinct.
That it be proof and bulwark against sense. 20. Ham. Nay, but to live
Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag In the rank sweat of an incestuous bed;
thy tongue

Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love In noise so rude against me?

Over the nasty stye;Ham. Such an act,

Queen. O, speak to me no more; That blurs the grace and blush of modesty; 25 These words like daggers enter in mine ears; Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose? No more, sweet Hamlet. From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

Ham. A murderer, and a villain : And sets a blister - there; makes marriage vows A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed,


your precedent lord :-a vice of kings: As from the body of contraction 'plucks 30 A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; The very soul; and sweet religion makes That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow; And put it in his pocket! Yea, this solidity and compound mass,

Qucen. No

more. With tristful visage, as against the dooni, Is thought-sick at the act.


Enter Ghost. Queen. Ay me, what act,

Ham. A king of shreds and patches: That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; You heavenly guards :- What would your gracious The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.

figure: See, what a grace was seated on this brow: 1401. Queen. Alas, he's mad. Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by A station like the Herald Mercury,

The important acting of your dread command? New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;

O, A counbination, and a form, indeed,

45 Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Where every god did seem to set his seal, Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. To give the world assurance of a man:

But, look ! amazement on thy mother sits: This was your husband.---Look you now, what O, step between her and her fighting soul; follows:

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works; Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, 50 Speak to her, Hamlet. Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Ham. How is it with you, lady? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, Queen. Alas, how is 't with you? And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? That


do bend your eye on vacancy, You cannot call it, love: for, at your age, And with the incorporal air do hold discourse! The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, 155 Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; Andwaitsuponthejudgement;Andwhatjudgement. And, as the sleeping soldiers in the aların, Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, have,

[sense Starts


and stands on end. O gentle son, Else, could you not have motion: But, sure, that Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err; 60 Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?

It was once the custom of those who were betrothed, to wear some flower as an external and conspicuous mark of their mutual engagement. See note, p. 389. Contraction for marriage contract.



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