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They cry, Choose we; Larrtes shall be king! Nature is fine in love; and, where 'tis fine,
Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear ;King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Fare you well, my dove !
Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following.
It could not move thus.
(revenge, Laer. Where is this king ?--Sirs, stand you all
Oph. You must sing, Down-a-doren, an you call Dan. No, let's come in.
him--own-a. 0, how the wheel becomes it! Laer.
I pray you, give me leave. It is the false steward, that stole his master's Drın. We will, we will.
daughter [They retire without the door.
Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Laer. I thank you keep the door.- () thou
Oph. There's rosemary, that's for rememGive me my father.
[vile king, brance; 'pray you, love, remember, and there Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.
is pansies, that's for thoughts. Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, pro Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and claims me bastard;
remembrance fitted. Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot
Oph. There's fennel for you, and columbines: Even here, between the chasteunsmirched brow there's rue for you; and here's some for me: Of my true mother.
-We may call it, herb of grace o' Sundays :King. What is the cause, Laertes,
you may wear your rue with a difference.That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
There's a daisy ;-I would give you some rioLet him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person : lets; but they wither'd all, when my father There's such divinity doth hedge a king, died :--They say, he made a good end,That treason can but peep to what it would,
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy,-Acts little of his will.-Tell me, Laertes,
(Sings. Why thou art thus incens'd ;--Let him go, Ger
Laer. Thought and afiliction, passion, hell Speak, man.
(trude ;-- She turns to favour and to prettiness. (itself, Taver. Where is my father? King.
Oph. And will he not come again?
And will he not come again! Quen.
But not by him. King. Let him demand his fill. (with:
No, no, he is dead, Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled
Go to thy death-bed,
He nerto will come again.
His heard was as achite as snor,
All flasen was his poll: That both the worlds I give to negligence,
gone, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
And we cast away moan; Most thoroughly for my father.
God'a mercy on his soul! King.
Who shall stay you? And of all christian souls ! I pray God. God laer. My will, not all the world's :
be wi' you !
(Exit OTHELIA. And. for my means, I'll husband them so well, Laer. Do you see this? O God! [grief, They shall go far with little.
King, Laertes, I must commune with your King.
Good Laertes, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, If you desire to know the certainty
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your will,
(and foe, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend If by direct or by collateral hand Winner and loser?
They find us touchd, we will our kingdom give, Laer. None but his enemies.
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, King.
Will you know them then? To you in satisfaction; but, if not, Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope Be you content to lend your patience to us, my arms,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul And like the kind life-rendering pelican, To give it due content. Repast them with my blood.
Let this be so; King.
Why, now you speak His means of death, his obscure funeral,1.ike a good child, and a true gentleman. No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, o'er his bones, That I am guiltless of your father's death, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, and am most sensibly in grief for it,
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth. It shall as level to your judgment pierce That I must call 't in question. As day does to your eye.
So you shall; Danes. Within.) Let her come in. And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. Laer. How now! What noise is that? I pray you, go with me.
[Exeunt Enter OPHELIA, fantastically dressed with Straws SCENE VI. Another Room in the same.
and Flowers. O hent, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
Enter Horatio and a Servant. Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! Hor. What are they that would speak with me? By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with
Sailors, sir; weight,
They say, they have letters for you. Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Hor.
Let them come in. Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
[Edit Servant O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits I do not know from what part of the world bould be as mortal as an old man's life? I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
he is gone,
How now? what news? 1 Sail. God bless you, sir.
Enter a Messenger. Hor. Let him bless thee too.
Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's This to your majesty ; this to the queen. a letter for you, sir: it comes from the ambas king. From Hamlet! who brought them? sador that was bound for England; it your name Mess, Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
(them Hor. (Reals.] Horatio, when thou shalt have They were given me by Claudio, he received overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the Of him that brought them. king; they have letters for him. Ere we were to King. Laertes, you shall hear them: days old at spa, a pirate of very uurlike appointment Leave us.
(Exit Messenger. gave as chase: Finling ourselves too slow of sail, we [Reads.) High and mighty, you shall know, I am put on a compelled vrlour; and in the grapple I set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow shall I by boarind them : on the instant, they got clear of our leave to see your kinyly eyes: when I shall, first askship: 89 I alone became their prisoner. They have ing your pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my denlt with me like thieves of mercy; but they knew I sudden and more strange return. Hamlet. what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let What should this mean? Are all the rust come the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou back? to me with as much hrust as thou would st fly death. Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? I lurve words to speak in thine ear, will make thee Laer. Kuow you the hand ? dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the King. 'Tis Hamlet's character. Nakei, miller. These good fellows will bring the where I And, in a postscript here, he says, alone : Rosencrantz and Guildenstern holil their Can you advise me?
(come; wurse for England: of them I have much to tell Lier. I am lost in it, my lord. But let him Lluce. Farewell.
It warms the very sickness in my heart, He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet, That I shall live and tell bim to his teeth, Come, I will give you way for these your letters: Thus diddest thou. And do't the speedier, that you may direct me King.
If it be so, Laertes, To him from whom you brought them.
As how should it be so? how othurwise ?
[Eceunt. Will you be ruld by me? SCENE VII. Another Room in the same.
Ay, my lord;
will not o'errule me to a peace.
King. To thine own peace. If he be now roKing. Now must your conscience my acquit turn'd, tance seal,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means And you must put me in your heart for friend; No more to undertake it, --1 will work him Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, To an exploit, now ripe in my device, That he, which hath your noble father slain, Under the which he shall not choose but fall : Pursu'd my life.
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, It well appears :-But tell me, Buteven his mother shall uncharge the practice, Why you proceeded not against these feats, And call it, accident. So crimeful and so capital in nature,
My lord, I will be ruld As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all things The rather, if you could devise it so, Yon mainly were stirrd up.
(else, That I might be the organ. King. (), for two special reasons ; King.
It falls richt. Which may to you, perhaps, seemn much un-You have been talk'd of since your travel much, sinew'd,
(mother, and that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality But yet tv me they are strong. The queen, his Wherein, they say, you shine: your sun of parts Lives almost hy his looks; and for myself, Did not together pluck such envy from him, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) | As did that one; and that, in my regard, She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, Of the unworthiest siege. That, as the star moves, not but in his sphere, Laer.
What part is that, my lord ? I conld not but by her. The other motive, King. A very riband in the cap of youth, Why to a publick count I might not go, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes Is, the great love the general gender bear him: The light and careless livery that it wears, Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Than settled age his sables and his weeds, Would, like the spring that turneth wood to Importing health and graveness.-Two months stone,
since, Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, Here was a gentleman of Normandy:-Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, I have seen myselt,--and serv'd against the Would have reverted to my bow again,
French, And not where I had aim'd them.
And they can well on horseback: but this gallant Laer, And so have I a noble father lost; Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat; A sister driven into desperate terms;
And to such wondrous doing bronght his horse, Whose worth, if praises may go back again, As he had been incorps'd and demi-natur'd Stood challenger on mount of all the age With the brave beast; so far he topp'd my For her perfections :--But my revenge will thought, come.
(must not think, That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, King. Break not your sleeps for that: you Come short of what he did. That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,
A Norman was't? That we can let our beard be shook with danger, King. A Norman. And think it pastime. You shortly shall bear Laer. Upon my life, Lamord. more:
The very same. I loved your father, and we love ourself;
Laer. I know him well : he is the brooch in. And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine, - And gern of all the nation.
King. He made confession of you;
I ha't: And gave you such a masterly report, When in your motion you are hot and dry, For art and exercise in your defence,
(As make your bouts more violent to that end,) And for your rapier most especial,
And that lie calls for drink, Ill have prepard That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
him If one could match you: the scrimers of their A chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping, nation,
If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, He swore, had neither motion, guard, nor eye, Our purpose may hold there. But stay, what If you oppos'd them : Sir, this report of his
noise ? Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
Enter Queen. That he could nothing do, but wish and beg How now, sweet queen? Your sudden coming o'er, to play with you. Queen. One woe doth tread upon another's Now, out of this,
What out of this, my lord ? So fast they follow :-Your sister's drown'u, King. Laertes, was your father dear to you? Laer. Drown'd! 0, where?
[brook, Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, Queen. There is a willow grows ascaunt the A face without a heart?
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream: Laer.
Why ask you this? Therewith fantastic garlands did she make King. Not that I think you did not love your of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purfather;
ples, But that I know, love is begun by time; That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, And that I see, in passages of proof,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
them: There lives within the very flame of love There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it; Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; And nothing is at a like goodness still : When down her weedy trophies, and herself, For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread Dies in his own too-much: That we would do wide; We should do when we would; for this would And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: changes,
Which time, she chanted snatches of old tunes; And hath abatements and delays as many, As one incapable of her own distress, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; Or like a creature native and indud And then this should is like a spendthrift's sigh, Unto that element: but long it conld not be, That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o‘the Till that ber garments, heavy with their drink, ulcer:
Pulld the poor wretch from her melodious lay Jlamletcomes back; What would you undertake, To muddy death. To show yourself in deed your father's son Lacr,
Alas then, she is drown'd? More than in words?
Queen. Drown'd, drown'd.
To cut his tiiroat i'the church. Laer. Too much of water hast thou, pour King. No place, indeed, should murder sanc- And therefore I forbid my tears: But yet tua rize;
(Laertes, It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Letshame say what it will; when these are gone, Will you do this, keep close within your cham- The woman will be out.--Adieu, my lord ! ber:
(home: I have a speech of tire, that fain would blaze, Hanilet, returnd, shall know you are come But that this folly drowns it. We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, King.
Let's follow, Gertrude : And set a double varnish on the fame
How much I had to do to calm his rage! The Frenchiman gave you; bring you, in fine, Now fear I, this will give it start again: together,
Therefore, let's follow.
SCENE I. A Church Yard.
I will do't:
Enter Two Clowns, rcith Spades, de And, for the purpose, I'll anoint my sword. 1 Cio. Is she to be buried in christian burial, I bought an unction of a mountebank,
that wilfully seeks her own salvation ? So mortal, that but dip a knife in it,
2 Clo. I tell thee, she is; therefore make her Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, Collected from all simples that have virtue and finds it christian burial. Under the moon, cau save the thing from death, 1 Clo, How can that be, unless she drowned That is bnt scratch'd withai: I'll touch mypoint herself in her own defence ? With this contagion; that, if I gall him slightly, 2 Clo. Wlay, 'tis found so. It may be death.
1 Clo. It must be se offendt ndo; it cannot be Kiny.
Let's further think of this; else. For liere lies the point: If I drown inyWeigh, what convenience, both of time and self wittingly, it argnes an act; and an aet haih means,
threo branches; it is, to act, to do, and to perMay fit us to our shape: If this should fail, form; Argul, she drowned herself wittingly, And that our drift look through our Lad
2 (lo. Nay, but hear yo!, goodman delver. formance,
1 Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water: 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project good; here stands the man ; good : If the man Should have a back, or second, that might buld, go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will If this shonld blast in proof. Soft;- let me see:
-henill he, he goes; mark yon that: but if the We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings, water come to him, and drown him, he drowis
not himself: Argal, he, that is not guilty of his my lord such-a-one's horse, when he meant to death, shortens not his own life.
beg it; might it not? 2 Clo. But is this law ?
Hor. Ay, my lord. 1 Cl. Ay, marry is't; crowner's-guest law. Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my lady
2 Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the not been a gentlewoman she should have been mazzard with a sexton's spade: Here's fine buried out of christian burial.
revolution, an we had the trick to see't. Did 1 Clo. Why there thou say'st: And the more these bones cost no more the breeding, but to pity; that great folks shall have countenance play at loggarts with them? mine ache to think in this world to drown or hang themselves more on't. than their even-christian. Come, my spade. 1 Clo. A pickaxe and a spoule, a spade, [Sings. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners,
For--and a shrouding sheet: ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up 0, a pit of clay for to be made Adam's profession.
For such a guest is mect. 2 Clo. Was he a gentleman?
(Throws up a scull. 1 Clo. He was the first that ever bore arms. Ham. There's another: Why may not that 2 Cl. Why, he had none.
be the scall of a lawyer? Where be his quiddits 1 Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou now, his quillets, his cases, his temires, and his understand the scripture. The scripture says, tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now Adam digged: Could he dig without arms? i'll to knock him about the sconce with a dirty put another question to thee: if thou answerest shovel, and will not tell him of his action of me not to the purpose, confess thyself battery? Humph! This fellow might be in's 2 Clo. Go to.
time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, 1 Cl. What is he, that builds stronger than his recognizances,his tines, his double vonchers, either the mason, the shipwright, or the car- his recoveries: Is this the time of his fines, and penter?
the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine 2 Clo. The gallows-maker, for that frame pate full of tine dirt? will his vouchers vouch outlives a thousand tenants.
him no more of his purchases, and double ones 1 Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith; the too, than the length and breadth of a pair of gallows does well: But how does it well? it indentures? The very conveyances of his lands does well to those that do ill: now thou dost will hardly lie in this box; and must the inill, to say, the gallows is built stronger than the heritor himself have no more? ha? church : argal, the gallows may do well to thee. Hor. Not a jot more, my lord. To't again: come.
Han. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins? 2 Clo. Who builds stronger than a mason, a Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins 100). shipwright, or a carpenter?
Ham. They are sheep, and calves, which 1 Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
seek out assurance in that. I will speak to 2 Cio. Marry, now I can tell.
this fellow: Whose grave's this, sirrah ? 1 Clo. To't.
1 Cio. Mine, sir.-2 Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
0, a pit of clay for to be made (Sings. Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance.
For such a guest is meet.
Ham. I think it be thine, indeed, for tlou 1 070. Cudgel thy brains no more about it; liest in't. for your dull ass will not mend his pace with 1 Cio. You lie ont on't, sir, and therefore it beating: and, when you are asked this question is not yours : for my part, I do not lie in't, yet next, say, a grave-inaker; the houses that he it is mine. makes, last till doomsday. Go, get thee to Ham. Thon dost lie in't, to be in't, and say Yaughan, and fetch me a stoup of liquor, it is thine : 'tis for the dead, not for the quick;
Ext 2 Clown. therefore thou liest. 1 Clown digs, and sings.
1 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away, again, In youth, when I did love, did love,
froin me to voll,
Ham What man dost thou dig it for?
Ham. What woman then? Ilam. Has this fellow no feeling of luis busi 1 Cio. For none neither. ness? he sings at grave-making.
Ilam. Who is to be buried in't? Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property 1 Clo. One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest of easiness.
her sonl, she's dead. Ham. 'Tis even so: the hand of little em Ham. How absolute the knare is! we must ployment hath the daintier sense,
speak by the card, or equivocation will undo i Clo. But age, with his stealing stops,
us. By the lord, Horatio, these three years a Hath claro'd me in his clutch,
have taken note of it; the age is grown so And hath shippeil me into the land, picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so As if I had never been such,
near the heel of the courtier, de galls his kibe.
[Throws up a scull. -llow long hast thou been a gruve-maker? Ticm. That scall had a tongue in it, and could 1 Cio. Of all the days i'the year, I came tot sing once: low the knave jowls it to the ground, that day that our last king Hamlet overcame as if it were Cain's jawbone, that did the first Fortinbras. murder! This might be the pate of a politician, Ham. How long's that since ? which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would 1 Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell circumvent God, might it not?
that: It was that very day that young Hamlet Hlor. It might, my lord.
was born; he that is mad,and sent into England. Ham. Or of a courtier; which could say, Liam. Ay, marry, why was le sent into EngGood-morrow, sweet lord! Hou dost thou, good lord: land? This might be my lord such-3-one, that praised! 1 Clo, Why, because he was mad: he shall
recover his wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis no Enter Priests, dc. in Procession ; the Corpse of great matter there.
Ophelia, LAERTES, and Mouruers, following: Ham. Why?
King, Queen, their Trains, dc. 1 Cl. 'Twill not be seen in him there, there The queen, the courtiers ! 'Who is this they the men are as mad as he.
follow? Ham. How came he mad?
And with such maimed rites! This doth betoken, 1 Clo. Very strangely, they say.
The corse, they follow, did with desperate hand Ham. How strangely ?
Foredo its own life. 'Twas of some estate. 1 Clo. 'Faith, een with losing his wits. Couch we awhile, and mark. Ham. Upon what ground?
(Retiring with HORATIO. 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark; I have been! Laer. What ceremony else? sexton here, man, and boy, thirty years.
That is Laertes; Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth A very noble youth: Mark. ere he rot?
Laer. What ceremony else? 1 Clo. 'Faith, if he be not rotten before he die 1 Priest. Her obsequies have been as far en(as we have many pocky corses nowadays, that larg'd will scarce hold the laying in), be will last you As we have warranty: her death was doubtful; some eight year, or nine year; a tanner will And, but that great command o'ersways the last you nine year.
order, Ham. Why he more than another?
She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd 1 Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, his trade, that he will keep out water a great Shards, fiints, and pebbles, should be thrown while; and your water is a sore decayer of on her, your whoreson dead body. Here's a scull now Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants, hath lain you i' the earth three-and-twenty Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home years.
Of bell and burial, Ham. Whose was it?
Laer. Must there no more be done? 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was ; 1 Priest.
No more be done! Whose do you think it was?
We should profane the service of the dead, Ham. Nay, I know not.
To sing a requiem, and such rest to her 1 Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue, As to peace-parted souls. he poured à flagon of Rhenish on my head
Lay her i* the earth;-once. This same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, the king's jester.
May violets spring!-- I tell thee,churlish priest, Ham, This ?
(Takes the Scull. A minist'ring angel shall my sister be, 1 Clo. E'en that.
When thou liest howling. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick I-I knew him, Ho Ham.
What, the fair Ophelia ! ratio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent Queen. Sweets to the sweet: Farewell! fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand
Scattering Flowers. times; and now, how abhorred in my imagina- I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's tion it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung
(maid. those lips, that I have kissed I know not how I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet oft. Where be your gives now? your gambols ? And not have strew'd thy grave. your songs? your flashes of merriment, that
O treble woe were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, pow, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap- Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, Depriv'd thee oft Hold off the earth awhile, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this Till I have caught her once more in mine arms. favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
(Leaps into the Grave. --'Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead; Hor. What's that, my lord ?
Till of this flat and mountain you have made Lam. Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o' To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head this fashion i' the earth?
Of blue Olympus. Hor. Een so.
Ham. (Advancing.) What is he, whose grief Ham. And smelt so? pah!
Bears such anemphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Throws down the Scull. Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them Hor. E'en so, my lord.
stand Ham. To what base uses we may return, Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the Hamlet the Dane. (Leaps into the Gran noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping Laer.
The devil take thy soul! a bunghole?
[Grappling with his Hor. Twere to consider too curiously, to Ham. Thou pray'st not well. consider so.
I prythee, take thy fingers from my throat; Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him For, though I am not splenetive and rash, thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to Yet have I in me something dangerous. lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy hand, was buried, Alexander returneth to dust; the King. Pluck them asunder. dust is earth; of earth we make loam: And Queen.
Hamlet, Hamlet! why of that loam, whereto he was converted, All. Gentlemen, might they not stop a beer barrel ?
Good my lord, be quiet. Imperious Cæsar, dead, and turc'd to clay, (The Attendants part them, and they coire Migat stop a hole to keep the wind sway:
out of the Grave. O, that the earth which kept the world in awe, Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this
Should patch a wall to expel the winter'stlaw! Until my eyelids will no longer wag. (theme, But soft! but softi aside: Here comes the king, Queen. O my soul what theme?