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Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
My dread lord,
says Polonius? Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow
leave, By laborsome petition; and, at last, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: I do beseech you, give him leave to go. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes ; time be
thine, And thy best graces : spend it at thy will.But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Aside. King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you! Ham. Not so,
my lord; I am too much i'the sun.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
If it be,
Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know pot
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning
know Where we shall find him most conveniently.
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State. Enter the King, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS,
LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and
our duty. King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS.
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, In going back to school in Wittenberg,
To make it truster of your own report It is most retrograde to our desire :
Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
But what is your affair in Elsinore? Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellowHamlet:
pray thee stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. (Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Hor. I saw him once: he was a goodly king. Ham. O! that this too, too solid flesh would Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, melt,
I shall not look upon his like again. Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew;
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
Ham. Saw! who?
The king my father! Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Hor. Season your admiration for a while Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
With an attent ear, till I may deliver, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in Upon the witness of these gentlemen, nature,
This marvel to you. Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Ham.
For God's love, let me hear. But two months dead!—nay, not so much, not two: Hor. Two nights together, had these gentlemen, So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, In the dead waste and middle of the night, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Been thus encounter'd. A figure, like your father, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Arm’d at all points, exactly, cap-à-pié, Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, Appears before them, and with solemn march As if increase of appetite had grown
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd, By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, - By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Let me not think on't.- Frailty, thy name is Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distillid woman!
Almost to jelly with the act of fear, A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me With which she follow'd my poor father's body, In dreadful secrecy impart they did, Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she,
And I with them the third night kept the watch; (O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Would have mourn'd longer)—married with my Form of the thing, each word made true and good, uncle,
The apparition comes. I knew your father; My father's brother, but no more like my father, These hands are not more like. Than I to Hercules: within a month;
But where was this? Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
watch'd. She married.-0, most wicked speed, to post Ham. Did you not speak to it? With such dexterity to incestuous sheets !
My lord, I did, It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
But answer made it none; yet once, methought, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue ! It listed up its head, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak: Enter Horatio, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.
But, even then, the morning cock crew loud, Hor. Hail to your lordship!
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, Ham.
I am glad to see you well : And vanish'd from our sight. Horatio, ,-or I do forget myself.
'Tis very strange. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true ;
And we did think it writ down in our duty, Ham. Sir, my good friend ; I'll change that To let you know of it. name with you.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? Hold you the watch to-night? Marcellus?
We do, my lord. Mar. My good lord,
Ham. Arm'd, say you ? Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even,
Arm'd, my lord. sir.
From top to toe ? But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? All. My lord, from head to foot. Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. Then, saw you not his face? Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so;
Hor. O! yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
Ham. What! look'd he frowningly ?
A countenance more
Pale, or red ?
And fix'd his eyes upon you ?
I would I had been there. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham.
His beard was grizzled ? no?
I will watch to-night:
I warrant it will.
Our duty to your honour.
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it,
Oph. I shall th' effect of this good lesson keep,
O! fear me not. I stay too long ;—but here my father comes.
Enter POLONIUS. A double blessing is a double grace; Occasion smiles upon a second leave. Pol. Yet here, Laertes ? aboard, aboard, for
shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with
you; (Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg’d comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear't, that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And they in France, of the best rank and station, Are of a most select and generous chief in that. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, -to thine ownself be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell :
: my blessing season this in thee!
"Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Laer. Farewell.
[Erit LAERTES. Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
SCENE III.-A Room in POLONIUS' House.
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell : And, sister, as the winds give benefit, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you. Oph.
Do you doubt that ?
Oph. No more but so ?
Think it no more :
Oph. So please you, something touching the
lord Hamlet. Pol. Marry, well bethought: 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of lato Given private time to you; and you yourself Have of your audience been most free and boun
If it be so, (as so 'tis put on me,
tenders Of his affection to me. Pol. Affection ? pooh! you speak like a green
girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should
think. Pol. Marry, I'll teach you : think yourself a
you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more
dearly; Or, not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, Wronging it thus, you'll tender me a fool.
Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love, In honourable fashion.
Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, With almost all the holy vows of heaven. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do
know, When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, Giving more light than heat, -extinct in both, Even in their promise, as it is a making,You must not take for fire. From this time, Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence: Set your entreatments at a higher rate, Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, Believe so much in him, that he is young; And with a larger tether may he walk, Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia, Do not believe his vows, for they are brokers Not of that die which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits, Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds, The better to beguile. This is for all, I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, Have you so slander any moment's leisure, As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you; come your ways. Oph. I shall obey, my lord.
[E.creunt. SCENE IV.-The Platform. Enter HAMLET, Horatio, and MARCELLUS. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping, and an eager air. Ham. What hour now? Hor.
I think, it lacks of twelve. Mar. No, it is struck. Hor. Indeed? I heard it not: it then draws
near the season, Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
(A Flourish of Trumpets, and Ordnance
shot off, within.
What does this mean, my lord ?
Is it a custom ? Ham. Ay, marry, is't: But to my mind, -though I am native here, And to the manner born,-it is a custom More honour'd in the breach, than the observance. This heavy-headed revel, east and west Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations: They clepe us drunkards, and with swivish phrase Soil our addition; and, indeed, it takes Fromourachievements, though perform’dat height, The pith and marrow of our attribute. So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, (wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,) By their o'ergrowth of some complexion, Ost breaking down the pales and forts of reason; Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ;—that these men,Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault: the dram of base Doth all the noble substance often dout, To his own scandal.
Enter Ghost. Hor.
Look, my lord! it comes. Ham. Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com’st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee, Hainlet, King, Father, Royal Dane: 0! answer me: Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements? why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn’d, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again? What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature, So horridly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
[The Ghost beckons HAMLET. Hor. It beckons you to go away with it, As if it some impartment did desire To you alone.
Mar. Look, with what courteous action
No, by no means.
Why, what should be the fear?
Hor. What, if it tempt you towards the flood,
my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff, That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason, And draw you into madness? think of it: The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea, And hears it roar beneath. Ham.
It waves me still :-Go on, I'll follow thee.
Mar. You shall not go, my lord.
Hold off your hands.