HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
Claudius, king of Denmark.
Hamlet, son to ne former king, and nephew to the Reynaldo, servant to Polonius.
Laertes, son to Polonius.
Polonius, lord chamberlain.
Horatio, friend to Hamlet.
A Captain. An Ambassador. Ghost of Hamlet's father.
Fortinbras, prince of Norway.
Gertrude, queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet.
Ophelia, daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Al
SCENE I.-Elsinore. A platform before the castle. Francisco on his post. Enter to Bernardo.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again tonight?
Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; Therefore I have entreated him, along With us to watch the minutes of this night;
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold That, if again this apparition come,
And I am sick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Fran.
Ber. Well, good night.
When yon same star, that's westward from the
Not a mouse stirring. Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one,-
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals' of my watch, bid them make haste. Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is there?
Hor. Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane..
Mar. Fran. Give you good night. Mar.
O, farewell, honest soldier:
Who hath reliev'd you? Fran. Bernardo hath my place. Give you good night.
[Exit Francisco.. Holla! Bernardo!
Ber. In the same figure like the king that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, and wonder.
Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee,
Ber. See! it stalks away. Hor. Stay, speak: speak I charge thee, speak. [Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look pale:
Is not this something more than fantasy? What think vou of it?
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch
Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, When he the ambitious Norway combated; So frown'd he once, when, in angry parle, He smote the sledded Polack' on the ice. 'Tis strange.
ler. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not;
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land; And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week: What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; Who is't, that can inform me ?
That can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,) Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart,' And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fontinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full," Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes, For food and diet, to some enterprise That hath a stomach in't: which is no other (As it doth well appear unto our state,) But to recover of us, by strong hand, And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands So by his father lost: And this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations; The source of this our watch; and the chief head Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
[Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so: Well may it sort," that this portentious figure Comes armed through our watch; so like the king That was, and is, the question of these wars.
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again. I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done, That may to thee do easc, and grace to me, Speak to me:
If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, [Cock crows. Speak of it:-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery. Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring's spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation."
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hor. So I have 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
(7) Full of spirit without experience.
(9) Resolution. (12) Victorious. (13) The moon. (15) Wandering.
Where we shall Fny him most convenient. [Exe. 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.-
SCENE II-The sume. A room of state in the same. Enter the kg, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, Voltina, Soretius, Lords, and Alten-But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,-
King. Though ye of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green and that it us be ted To bear our hears in grief, and our whole To be contracted in one brew of wo; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow think on in, Together with remembrance of ourselves. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen. The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,- With one auspicious, and one dropping eye; With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriag In equal scale weighing delight and dole,' Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along :-For all, our thanks.
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras Holding a weak supposa! of our worth; Or thinking, by our late dea: brother's death, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, Importing the surrender of those lands, Lost by his father, with all bands2 of law, To our most valiant brother.-So much for him Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. Thus much the business is: We have here wri To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,- Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of this his nephew's purpose,-to suppress His further gait3 herein; in that the levies, The lists, and full proportions, are all made Out of his subject:-and we here despatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Giving to you no further personal power To business with the king, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow.
Hom. 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 Queen. Good Hamlet, cast th; nighted colour of And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Do not, for ever, with thy veiled lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust: Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Queen.
Why seems it so particular with thee? Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not
Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of fore'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, s, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of wo.
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in yes ture, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father: But, you must know, your father lost a father That father lost his; and the survivor bound In filial obligation, for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief: It shows a will most incorrect to heaven;
A heart unfortised, cr mind impatient; An understanding simpic and unschool'd: For what, we know, bust Le, and is as commor As any the most vulgar t.ing to sense, Why should we, in our peevich opposition,
Farewell: and let your haste commend your div.Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fau. to inve Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show our duty. King We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. [Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg, Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. What would'st thou have, Laertes?
Laer. My dread lord, Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, To show my duty in your coronation; Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. King. Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
Pol. He hath, my lord, [wrung from me my slow leave,
By laboursome petition; and, at last,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd; whose common. hee Is death of fathers, and who still hath criea, From the first corse, till he that died to-day, This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth This unprevailing wo; and think of us As of a father: for let the world take note, You are the most immediate to our throuc; And, with no less nobility of love, Than that which dearest father bears his soc Do I impart toward you. For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg, It is most retrograde to our desire: And, we beseech you, bend you to remain Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers
No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And the king's rouse1 the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, &c. Polonius, and Laertes.
Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or, that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie' 'tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in
Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead!-nay, not so much, not
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem' the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,- Let me not think on't;-Frailty, thy name
A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,- O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my uncle,
My father's brother; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Fre yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married:-O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good;
But break, my heart: for I must hold my tonge!
Enter Horatio, Bernardo, and Marcellus. Hor. Hail to your lordship. Ham.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Hcratio: the funeral-bak'd
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father,-Methinks, I see my father. Hor. My lord?
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham. Saw! who?
Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham.
The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent1 ear; till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.
Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pé,
is Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd, By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length; while they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me, In dreadful secrecy, impart they did; And I with them, the third night, kept the watch: Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes: I knew your father; These hands are not more like.
I am glad to see you well: foratio, or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
Mar. My good lord,——
Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sir.-
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so : Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore ? We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
Ham. But where was this? Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor.
My lord, I did, But answer made it none: yet once, methought, It lifted up its head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.
'Tis very strange. Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty, To let you know of it.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night?
All. My lord, from head to foot. Ham. His face?
Hor. O, ves, my lord; he wore his beaver11 up. Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Hor. A countenance more
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-In sorrow than in anger.
I would, I had been there. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham.
Very like Stay'd it long?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. Hor. Not when I saw it. Ham.
If with too credent' ear you list his songs; Or loose your heart; or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd' importunity. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister; And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
His beard was grizzled? no? Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
Perchance, 'twill walk again.
Hor. I warrant, it will. Hant. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I will requite your loves: So, fare you well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.
All. Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell. [Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo. My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were
SCENE III-A room in Polonius's house. ter Laertes and Ophelia.
The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then: best safety lies in fear; Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart: But, good my brother Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless' libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own read. 10 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; Till then sit still, my soul; Foul deeds will rise, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's And you are staid for: There,-my blessing with [Exit. you; [Laying his hand on Laertes' head. En-Look thou character." Give thy thoughts no tongue, And these few precepts in thy memory 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 hooks of steel; But do not dull thy palm12 with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of 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, 13 but reserve thy judg
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.
Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
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 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.16 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!
Think it no more: For nature, crescent,' does not grow alone In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now And now no soil, nor cautel,' doth besmirch The virtue of his will: but, you must fear, His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth: He may not, as unvalued persons do, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends The safety and the health of the whole state; And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd Unto the voice and yielding of that body, Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he What I have said to you.
It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, As he in his particular act and place
May give his saying deed; which is no further Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
(1) Increasing. (2) Sinews. (3) Subtlety, deceit.
(5) Believing. (6) Listen to. (7) Licentious. (8) Most cautious. (9) Careless;
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