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But I can give thee more: Prince. A glooring peace this morning with For I will raise her statue in pure gold;

it brings: That, while Verong by that name is known, The sun for sorrow will not show his head. There shall no figure at such rate be set, Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things, As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Some shall be pardoned, and some punished: Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; For never was a story of more woe, Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Exeunt

Bamlet, Prince of Denmark.

Art First.

Persons Represented. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

BERNARDO, an Officer. HAMLET, Som to the former, and Nephew to the pre- Francisco, a soldier. sent King

REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. Polonius, Lord Chamberlain.

A Captain. An Ambassador. Horatio, Friend to Hamlet.

Ghost of Hamlet's Father.

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.

GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother to


OPHELIA, Daughter to Polonius.
Osric, a Courtier.
Another Courtier,

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, A Priest.

Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other MARCELLUS, an Oficer.


Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy ;

And will not let belief take hold of him, SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; Castle.

Therefore I have entreated him along,

With us to watch the minutes of this night ; Francisco on his Post. Enter to him BERNARDO. That, if again this apparition come, Ber. Who's there?

He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Fran. Nay, answer me; stand, and unfold Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. Yourself.


Sit down awhile : Ber. Long live the king!

And let us once again assail your ears, Fran.

Bernardo ? That are so fortified against our story. Ber.

He. What we two nights have seen. Fran. You come most carefully upon your Hor.

Well, sit we down, hour.

[Francisco. And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve: get thee to bed, Rer. Last night of all,

Fran. For this relief, much thanks; 'tis bitter When yon same star, that's westward from the And I am sick at heart.

[cold, pole, Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?

Had made his course to illume thatpartof heaven Frun.

Not a mouse stirring. Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, Ber. Well, good night.

The bell then beating one, If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste, comes again!

Enter Ghost.

Ber. In the same tigure like the king that's Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who dead. is there?

Mar. Thou art a scholar, sperk to it, Iloratio. Hor, Friends to this ground,

Ber. Looks it not like the king ? mark it, Mar. And liegemen to the Dane.


(and wonder. Fran. Give you good night.

Hor. Most like it harrows me with fear, Mar.

O, farewell, honest soldier: Ber. It would be spoke to. Who hath reliev'd you?


Speak to it, Horatio. Fran,

Bernardo bath my place. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time Give you good night. (Exit FRANCISCO. of night, Mar.

Holla! Bernardo! Together with that fair and warlike form Ber.

Say. In which the majesty of buried Denmark What, is Horatio there?

Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Hor. A piece of him. Mar. It is offended.

(speak Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar- Ber.

See! it stalks away. cellus,

(night? Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, speak. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to

[Exit Ghost. Ber. I have seen nothing.

Mar. "Tis gone, and will not answer.

Ber. How now, IIoratio? yon tremble, and Was sick alnıost to doomsday with eclipse. look pale:

And even the like precurse of fierce events, Is not this something more than fantasy ? As harbingers preceding still the fates, What think you of it?

And prologue to the omen coming on, Flor. Before my God, I might not this believe llave heaven and earth together demonstrated Without the sensible and true avouch

Unto our climatures and countrymen.Of mine own eyes.

Re-enter Ghost. Jiar.

Is it not like the king ? But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Hor. As thou art to thyself:

I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illusion! Such was the very arinour he had on,

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, When he the ambitious Norway combated ; Speak to me: So frownd he once, when in an angry parle, If there be any good thing to be done, lle smote the sledded Polack on the ice. That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, 'Tis strange.

[dead liour, Speak to me: Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this if thou art privy to thy country's fate, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Which, happily, foreknowing, may avoid, Hor. In what particular thought to work, I O, speak! know not;

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, This bodes sone strange eruptiou to our state. For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in Mar. Good now, sit down and tell me, he death,

[Cock crows. that knows,

Speak of it :-stay, and speak.-Stop it, MarWhy this same strictand most observant watch cellus. So nightly toils the subject of the land ? Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan? And wly such daily cast of brazen cannon, Hor. Do, if it will not stand. And foreign mart for implements of war; Ber:

'Tis nere! Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore Hlor.

"Tis here! task

Mar. 'Tis gone!

[Exit Ghost Doos not divide the Sunday from the week: We do it wrong, being so majestical, What might be toward, that this sweaty hasteTo offer it the show of violence; Doth make the night joint-labourerwith the day; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Who is t, that can inform me?

And our vain blows inalicious mockery. [crew. Hor.

That can I ; Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Whose inage even but now appeard to us, Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, Was, as you know, by Fortibras of Norway, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Awake the god of day: and at his warning, Hamlet

[him), Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, (For so this side of our known world esteem'd The extravagant and erring spirit hies Did slay this Fortibras; who, by a seal'd com- To his confine: and of the truth herein Well ratified by law and heraldry, (pact, This present object made probation. Did forfeit with his life, all those his lands, Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Against the which, moiety competent Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Was gaged by our king: which had return'd This bird of dawning singeth all night long: To the inheritance of Fortibras, (mart, And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-The nights are wholesome: then no planeta And earriage of the article design'd,

strike, His tell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fontibras No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, For food and diet, to some enterprise

Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern liill: That hath a stomach in't: which is no other Brenk we our watch up; and, by my advice, (As it doth well appear unto our state), Let us impart what we have seen to-niglit But to recover of us, by strong hand,

Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life, And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him : So by his father lost: And this, I take it, Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, Is the main motive of our preparations ; As needful in onr loves, fitting our duty ? The source of this our watch; and the chief head Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning Of this post-baste aud romage in the land.

know Der, I think, it be no other, but even so: Where we shall find him most convenient. Well may it sort, that this portentous figure

(Eseurt Comes armed through our watch: so like the king

SCENE II. That was, and is, the question of these wars.

The same. Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye,

A Room of Suale in the sma. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, Polonius, LA A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

ERTES, VOLTIMANT, CORNELIUS, Lords, and The gravesstood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Attendants. Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear bro

ther's death As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, The memory be green: and that it us befitted Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, To bearour hearts in grief, and our whole king. Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, To be contracted in one brow of woe:

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Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Queen. Good Hamlot, cast thy nighted colour That we with wisest sorrow think on him,


(mark, Together with remembrance of ourselves, And let thine eye look like a friend on DenTherefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids The imperial jointress of this warlike stale, Seek for thy noble father in the riust: (die, Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,-- Thou know'st, 'tis common; all, that live, must With one auspicious, and one drooping eye; Passing throngh nature to eternity. With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in mar- Hum. Ay, madamn, it is common. riage,


If it be, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Wby seems it so particular with thee? (seeuls. Taken to wife : nor have we herein barrd Ham. Seem, madam! nay, it is; I know nut Your better wisdons, which have freely gone 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother With this affair along :--For all, our thanks, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Now follows, that you know, young l'ortin-Nor windy saspiration of forc'd breath, bras,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Holding a weak supposal of our worth; Yor the dejected haviour of the visage, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, For they are actions that a man might play; He hath not failed to pester us with message,

But I have that within, which passeth show; Importing the surrender of those lands These, but the trappings and the suits of w04. Lost by his father, with all banns of law, King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your To our most valiant brother.--So much for him. nature, Hamlet, Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. To give these mourning duties to your father: Thus much tho business is: We have here writ But you must know your father lost a father; To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,- That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears In filial obligations for some term Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress

To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever His further gait herein; in that the levies,

In obstinate condolement is a course The lists, and full proportions, are all made Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief : Out of his subject :--and we here despatch

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven; You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, A heart unfortitied, or mind impatient; For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; An understanding simple and unschool'd: Giving to you no further personal power For what, we know, must be, and is as common To business with the king, more than the scope As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Of these related articles allow.

Why should we, in our peevish opposition, Farewell; and let your haste commend your Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, duty.

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show To reason most absurd; whose common theme our duty,

Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. From the first corse, till he that died to-day,

(Ecount VOLTIAND and CORNELIUs. This must be 30. We pray you, throw to earth And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? This unprevailing woe; and think of us You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes ? As of a father: for let the world take note, You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, You are the most inmediate to our throne: And lose your voice : What would'st thou beg And with no less ability of love, Laertes,

Than that which dearest father bears his son, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? Do I impart toward you. For your intent The head is not more native to the heart, In going back to school in Wittenberg, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, It is most retrograde to our desire : Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. And, we beseech you, bend you to remain What would'st thou have, Laertes ?

Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, Laer.

My dread lord, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. Your leave and favour to return to France : Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, From whence though willingly I came to Den- Hamlet; To show my duty in your coronation ; [mark, I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg. Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madani. My thoughts and wishes bend again toward King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; France,

(don, Be as ourself in Denmark. --Madam, come; And bow them to your gracious leave and par- This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet King. Have you your father's leave? What Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof says Polonius?

No jocund health, that Denmark drinks G-day, Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell slow leave.

And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit By laboursome petition; and, at last,

again, Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away. I do beseech you, give him leave to go. (thine, [Lxeunt King, Queen, Lords, dc. POLONIUS, King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time bé

and LAERTES, And thy best graces spend it at thy will. -- Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--- Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew; (melt, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd kind.

[Aside. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter, O God! O God! King. Llow is it that the clouds still hang on How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable

[sun. Seem to me all the uses of this world! Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden


That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch. nature,

In the dead waste and middle of the night, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, But two months dead !-nay, not so much, not Armed at point, exactly, cap-a-pe, So excellent a king; that was, to this, (two; Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,' Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd That he might not beteem the winds of heaven' By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, Almost to jelly with the act of fear, (distilla As if increase of appetite had grown

Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me By what it fed on. And yet, within a month - In dreadful secrecy impart they did; Let me not think on't;-Frailty, thy name is And I with thein, the third night kept the watch;

Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
A little month; or ere those shoes were old, Form of the thing, each word made true and
With which she follow'd my poor father's body, good,
Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,- The apparition comes; I knew your father;
O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of These hands are not more like.


Rut where was this? Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we My father's brother; but no more like my Ham. Did you not speak to it? (watch'd. Than I to Hercules: Within a month; (father,


My lord, I did : Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears

But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, It lifted up its head, and did address She married :--most wicked speed, to post Itself to motion, like as it would speak; With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! But, even then, the morning cock crew loud; It is not, nor it cannot come to, good ; [tongue! And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, But break, my heart: for I must hold my And vanish'd from our sight. Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.


"Tis very strange, Hor. Hail to your lordship!

Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; Ham.

I am glad to see you well; And we did think it writ down in our duty Horatio, -or do I forget myself?

To let you know of it. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor ser- Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles vant ever. Hold you the watch to-night?

(ine. Ham. Sır, my good friend ; I'll change that AU.

We do, my lori. name with you.

(ratio ? Ham. Arm'd, say you? And what make you from Wittenberg, lio- AU. Arm'd, my lord. Marcellus?


From top to toe ? Mar. My good lord,

(sir.- All. My lord, from head to foot. Ham, I am very glad to see you; good even,


Then saw you not But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg: His face.

Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say 50:

Ham. What, look'd he frowningly? Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,


A countenance more To make it truster of your own report

In sorrow than in anger. Against yourself: I know you are no truant. Ham.

Pale, or red ? But what is your affair in Elsinore ?

Hor. Nay, very pale. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.


And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's Hor. Most constantly. funeral.


I would, I had been there.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Ham.

Very like, Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Very like: Stay'd it long? (tell a hundred Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral Hor. While one with moderate haste might bak'd meats

Mar. Ber. Longer, longer. Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Hor, Not when I saw it. Would, I had met my dearest foe in heaven Ham.

His beard was grizzl'd ? no? Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
My father,— Methinks, I see my father. A sable silver d.


I will watch to-night;
My lord ?

Perchance, 'twill walk again. Han. In my raind's eye, Horatio.


I warrant, it will. Mor, I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Ham. If it assume my noble father's person,

Ham. He was a man take him for all in all, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, I shall not look upon his like again.

And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Ham. Saw! who?

Let it be tenable in your silence still, Hor. My lord, the king your father, And whatsoever else shall hap 10-night, Ilam.

The king my father? Give it an understanding, but no tongue; Hor. Season your admiration for a while I will requite your loves: 80, fare you well: With an attent ear; till I may deliver, Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

Til visit you. This marvel to you.


Our duty to your honour. Ham.

For God's love, let me hear. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you: karwell. lur. Two nights together had these gentlemen,

(Exeunt Hor. Mar. and BER My father's spirit in arms! all is not well ; Look thon character. Give thy thoughts no I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were tongue, come!

Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deods will rise, Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, eyes.

[Ecit. Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;

But do not dull thy palm with entertainment SCENE III. A Room in Polonius House,

Of each new hatch'd, infledg'd comrade. BeEnter LAERTES and OPII ELIA.

Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, (ware

Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. Laer. My necessaries are embark'd; farewell : Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice: And, sister, as the winds give benefit,

Take each man's censure, but reservethy judgAnd convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, (ment. But let me hear from you.

But not express'd in fancy ; rich, nut gaudy: Oph.

Do you donbt that?

For the apparel oft proclaims the man: Lner. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, And they in France of the best rank and station, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

Are most select and generous, chief in that. A violet in the youth of primy nature,

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: Forward, not perinanent, sweet, not lasting, For a loan oft loses both itself and friend ; The perfume and suppliance of a minute;

And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. No more.

This above all, --To thine ownself be true; Oph. No more but so?

And it must follow, as the night the day, Laer.

Think it no more: Thou canst not then be false to any man, For nature, crescent, does not grow alone, Farewell; my blessiug season this in thee! In thews, and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my The inward service of the mind and soul


[tend. Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves yon now ; Pol. The time invites yon; go, your servants And now no soil, nor cantel, doth besmirch

Taer. Farewell, Ophelia ; and remenıber well The virtue of his will: but, you must fear, What I have said to you, His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own;


'Tis in my memory lock'd, For he himself is subject to his birth :

And you yourself shall keep the key of it. He may not, as unvalued persons do,

Lner. Fareweil.

(Erit LAERTES. Carve for himself; for on his choice depends

Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you? The safety and health of the whole state;

Oph. So please you, something touching the And therefore must his choice be circumscribed

lord Hamlet. Unto the voice and yielding of that body,

Pol. Marry, well bethought: Whereof he is the head: Then if he says he loves 'Tis told me he hath very oft of late It fits your wisdom so far to believe it, (you, Given private time to you; and you yourself As he in his particular act and place

Have of your audience been most free and bounMay give his saying deed; which is no further,

teous : Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. If it be so (as so 'tis put on me, Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, And that in way of caution), I must tell you, If with too credent ear you list his songs ; You do not understand yourself so clearly, Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open As it behoves my danghter, and your honour: To his unmaster'd importunity.

What is between you? give me up the truth. Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister;

Oph. He hath, my lord, of late, made many And keep yon in the rear of your affection, Of his affection to me.

(tenders Out of the shot and danger of desire.

Pol. Affection ? puh! you speak like a green The chariest maid is prodigal enough,

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. (girl, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Do you believe his tenders, as you call them ? Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes :

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should The canker galls the infants of the spring,


(baby; Too oft before their buttons be discloud; Pol. Marry, I'll teach yon: think yourself a And in the morn and liquid dew of youth That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Contagious blastments are most imminent. Which are not sterling, Tender yourself more Be wary then: best safety lies in fear;

dearly; Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Or (not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,

Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Wronging it thus), you'll tender me a fool. As watchman to my heart; But, good my brother, Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

In honourable fashion.

(love, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Oph. And hath given countenance to his Himself the primrose path of dalliance trends, speech, my lord, And recks not his own read,

With almost all the holy vous of heaven. Larr.

O fear me not. Pol. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do I stay too long;-But here my father comes,

know, Enter POLONIUS.

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul

Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, A double blessing is a double grace;

Giving more light than heat,-extinct iu both, Occasion smiles upon a second leave. (shame;' Even in their promise, as it is a inaking,

Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for You must not take for fire. From this time, The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence ; And you are staid for: There,-my blessing with Set your entreatments at a higher rate,

you; (Laying his Hand on LAERTES' Head. Than a command to parley. For lord Hamlet, And these few precepts in thy memory Believe so much in him, That he is young;

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