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Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm* with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Or entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice:
Take each man's censure,t but reserve thy judg
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 inost 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.ll
This above all,—To thine own self be true:
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
HAMLET ON THE APPEARANCE OF HIS FATHER'S
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 Hamlet,
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
Revisitst thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature,
* Palm of the hand. † Opinion. # Noble.
So horribly to shake our disposition, *
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
THE MISCHIEFS IT MIGHT TEMPT HIM TO.
What, if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff,
That beetlest 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 toyst of desperation,
Without more motive, into every brain,
That looks so many fathoms to the sea,
And hears it roar beneath,
SCENE. A more remote part of the Platform.
Re-enter Ghost and HAMLET. Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me? speak, I'll go
no further. Ghost. Mark me. Ham.
I will. Ghost.
My hour is almost come, When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself. Ham.
Alas, poor ghost! Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall unfold. Ham.
Speak, I am bound to hear. Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt Ham. What?
[hear, Ghost. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away..
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their
spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
* Frame. + Hangs. # Whims.
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon* must not be
To ears of flesh and blood:-List, list, O list!
If ever thou didst thy dear father love.-
Ham. O heaven!
Ghost. Revenge his soul and most unnatural mur
Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Ham. Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as
As meditation, or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.
I find thee apt;
And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear
"Tis given out, that sleeping in my orchard,t
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd: but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life,
Now wears his crown.
Ham. O, my prophetic soul! my uncle! Ghost. Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast; With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts, (O wicked wit, and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!) won to his shamelul lust The will of my most seeming virtuous queen: 0, Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! From me whose love was of that dignity, That it went hand in hand even with the vow I made to her in marriage; and to decline Upon a wretch whose natural gists were poor To those of mine! But virtue, as it never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven; So lust, though to a radiant angel link’d,
* Display. † Garden.
Will sate* itself in a celestial bed,
And prey on garbage.
But, soft! methinks, I scent the morning air;
Brief let me be:-Sleeping within mine orchard,
My custom always of the afternoon,
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
With juice of cursed hebenont in a vial,
And in the porches of mine ears did pour
The leperous distilment• whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That swist as quicksilver, it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body;
And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset
And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
And a most instant terttet bark'd about,
Most lazar-slike, vile and loathsome crust,
All my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of queen, at once despatch'd:
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, T disappointed,** unanel ditt
No reckoning made but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head:
0, horrible! o, horrible! most horrible!
II thou hast nature in thee, bear it not:
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever thou pursu'st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaver,
And to those thorns that in her bo:som lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Fare thee well at once
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me. [Exit
+ Henbane. # Scab, scurf. § Leprous.
| Bereft. T Without having received the Sacrament ** Unappointed, unprepared. tt Without extreme unction.
Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What
else? And shall I couple hell?-0 fie!-Hold, hold, my
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stifly up!--Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a scat
In this distracted globe.* Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All sawst of books, all forms, all pressures past,
That youth and observation copied there;
And thy commandment all alone shall livé
Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven,
() most pernicious woman'
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,--meet it is, I set it down,
That one may smile, anú smile, and be a villain:
At least, I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:
[Wriling So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: it is, Adieu, adicu! remember me.
OPHELIA'S DESCRIPTION OF HAMLET'S MAD
ADDRESS TO HER.
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
Lurd Hamlet,-with his doublet all unbrac'd;
No hat upon his head; his stockings fould,
Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle;
Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other,
And with a look so piteous in purport,
As if he had been looseid out of hell,
To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.
Pol. Mad for thy love?
My lord, I do not know But, truly, I do fear it. * Head.
† Sayings, sentences. | Memorandum-book. § Hanging down like fetters.