This presence knows, and you must needs have heard, How I am punish'd with a sore distraction. What I have done, That might your nature, honour, and exception, And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, Laer. I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most : Till by some elder masters, of known honour, To keep my name ungorg'd: But till that time, Ham. I embrace it freely; And will this brother's wager frankly play.- Laer. Come, one for me. Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance Your skill shall, like a star i'the darkest night, Stick fiery off indeed. Laer. You mock me, sir. Ham. No, by this hand. King. Give them the foils, young Osric.. -Cousin Hamlet, You know the wager? Ham. Very well, my lord; Your grace hath laid the odds o'the weaker side. King. I do not fear it: I have seen you both : [5] I wish Hamlet had made some other defence; it is unsuitable to the character of a good or a brave man to shelter himself in falsehood. JOHNSON. [6] This was a piece of satire on fantastical honour. Though nature is satisfied, yet he will ask advice of older men of the sword, whether artificial honour ought to be contented with Hamlet's submission. STEEVENS. But, since he's better'd, we have therefore odds. Osr. Ay, my good lord. King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table :If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange, Let all the battlements their ordnance fire; The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; In Denmark's crown have worn; Give me the cups; The trumpet to the cannoneer without, The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth, Now the king drinks to Hamlet.-Come, begin ; And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. Ham. Come on, sir. Laer. Come, my lord. Ham. One. Laer. No. Ham. Judgment. Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit. Laer. Well,--again. [They play. King. Stay, give me drink: Hamlet, this pearl is thine ;o Here's to thy health.-Give him the cup. [Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within. Ham. I'll play this bout first, set it by a while. Come.-Another hit; What say you? Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess. Queen. He's fat, and scant of breath. [They play Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows: [7] Stoup is a common word in Scotland at this day, and denotes a pewter vessel, resembling our wine measure; but of no determinate quantity, that being ascertained by an adjunct, as gallon-stoup, pint-stoup, mutchkin-stoup, &c. The vessel in which they fetch or keep water is also called the water-stoup. A stoup of wine is therefore equivalent to a pitcher of wine. RITSON. [8] An union is the finest sort of pearl, and has its place in all crowns and co ronets. THEOBALD.------To swallow a pearl in a draught seems to have been equally common to royal and mercantile prodigality. It may be observed, likewise, that pearls were supposed to possess an exhilarating quality. STEEVENS. [9] Under pretence of throwing a pearl into the cup, the King may be supposed to drop some poisonous drug into the wine. Hamlet seems to suspect this, when he afterwards discovers the effects of the poison, and tauntingly asks him," Is the anion here?" STEEVENS. The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. King. Gertrude, do not drink. Queen. I will, my lord ;-I pray you, pardon me. Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. [Aside. Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now. King. I do not think it. Laer. And yet it is almost against my conscience. [Aside. I pray you, pass with your best violence; Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: You do but dally; 1 am afeard, you make a wanton of me. Laer. Say you so? come on. Osr. Nothing neither way. Laer. Have at you now. [They play. [LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES. King. Part them, they are incens'd. Ham. Nay, come again. Osr. Look to the queen there, ho! [The Queen falls. Hor. They bleed on both sides :-How is it, my lord? Osr. How is't, Laertes ? Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric; I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Ham. How does the queen? King. She swoons to see them bleed. Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,-O my dear Hamlet! The drink, the drink ;--I am poison'd! Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out. [Dies. [LAERTES falls. Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; No medicine in the world can do thee good, . In thee there is not half an hour's life; The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, Unbated, and envenom'd: The foul practice Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie, Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison'd; I can no more; the king, the king's to blame. Ham. The point Envenom'd too ! Then, venom, to thy work. Osr.& Lords. Treason! treason! [Stabs the King. King. O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt. Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion :-Is the union here? Follow my mother. Laer. He is justly serv'd; It is a poison temper'd by himself. [King dies. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet; [Dies. Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright Hor. Never believe it; I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Ham. As thou'rt a man,— Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it.— Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ? Absent thee from felicity a while, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.— [March afar off, and shot within. What warlike noise is this? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley. Ham. O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit ; [Dies. Hor. Now cracks a noble heart :-Good night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!' Why does the drum come hither? [March within. Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others. Fort. Where is this sight? Hor. What is it, you would see? If aught of woe, or wonder, cease your search. Fort. This quarry cries on havock!--O proud death! What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, That thou so many princes, at a shot, So bloodily hast struck? 1 Amb. The sight is dismal; And our affairs from England come too late : The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the ability of life to thank you ; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I Fort. Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune; See Illustrations. [2] To cry on was to exclaim against. I suppose, when unfair sportsmen destroyed more quarry or game than was reasonable, the censure was to cry, Havock. JOHNSON. |