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speak :

But, what we do determine, oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory;

Of violent birth, but poor validity:

Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree;
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.
Most necessary 'tis, that we forget

To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,

e passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.
This world is not for ave; nor 'tis not strange,
That even our loves should with our fortunes change;
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favourite flies;
The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies.
And hitherto doth love on fortune tend:
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend;
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.

But, orderly to end where I begun,-
Our wills, and fates, do so contráry run,
That our devices still are overthrown;

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own:
So think thou wilt no second husband wed;

But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead. P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, nor heaven light!

Sport and repose lock from me, day and night!
To desperation turn my trust and hope!
An anchor's' cheer in prison be my scope!
Each opposite, that blanks the face of joy,
Meet what I would have well, and it destroy!
Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

Ham. If she should break it now,- [To Oph. P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while;

My spirits grow doll, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
[Sleeps.
P. Queen.
Sleep rock thy brain;
And never come mischance between us twain !

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This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
Ham. I could interpret between you and your
love, if I could see the puppets dallying.

Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take off my edge.

Oph. Still better, and worse.

Ham. So you mistake your husbands.-Begin, murderer;-leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come ;

-The croaking raven

Doth bellow for revenge.

Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;

Confederate season, else no creature seeing;
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp immediately.

[Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian: You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises.

Ham. What! frighted with false fire?

Queen, How fares my lord?

Pol. Give o'er the play.

King. Give me some light :-away!

Pol. Lights, lights, lights!

[Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio

Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play:

For some must watch, while some must sleep:

Thus runs the world away.

Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers" (if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk' with me,) with two Provencial roses on my razed' shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry1a of players, sir?

Hor. Half a share.

Ham. A whole one, I.

For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
This realm dismantled was

Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
A very, very-peacock.

Hor. You might have rhymed.

Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive?

Hor. Very well, my lord.

Ham. Upon the talk of poisoning,

Hor. I did very well note him.

Ham. Ah, ha!-Come, some music; come, the recorders."

(7) This is a proverbial saving. (8) Curse. (9) For his head. (10) Change conditions. (12) Pack, company.

(11) Slashed.

(13) A kind of flute.

I or if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike,―he likes it not, perdy.'-

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Come, some music.

Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with

you.

Ham. Sir, a whole history.

Guil. The king, sir,——

Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

tages, with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most cloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.

Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmon; I have not the skill.

Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and

Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- there is much music, excellent voice, in this little

pered.

Ham. With drink, sir?

Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler.

Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Ham. I am tame, sir :-pronounce. Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

Ham. You are welcome.

Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's coinmandment: if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of my business.

Ham. Sir, I cannot.

Guil. What, my lord?

Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter: My mother,

you say,

Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration.

Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!-But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? impart.

Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed.

Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.

Ham. Sir, I lack advancement.

Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows,-the proverb is something musty.

Enter the Players, with recorders.

O, the recorders :-let me see one.-To withdraw with you:-Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.

Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?

Guil. My lord, I cannot.

Ham. I pray you.

Guil. Believe me, I cannot.
Ham. I do beseech you.

Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord.
Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ven-

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(4) Holes. (5) Utmost stretch. (6) Reproved. |

organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

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Contagion to this world: Now could I drink bot blood,

And do such business as the bitter day
Would quake to look on. Soft; now to my mother.
O, heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:
Let me be cruel, not unnatural:

I will speak daggers to her, but use none;
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words soever she be shent,"
To give them seals' never, my soul, consent! [Er.
SCENE_III-A room in the same. Enter King,
Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.

King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us,
To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you;
your commission will forthwith despach,
And he to England shall along with you:
The terms of our estate may not endure
Hazard so near us, as doth hourly grow
Out of his lunes.

Guil.
We will ourselves provide:
Most holy and religious fear it is,
To keep those many many bodies safe,
That live and feed, upon your majesty.

Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound,
With all the strength and armour of the mind,
To keep itself from 'noyance: but much more
That spirit, upon whose weal depend and rest
The lives of many. The cease of majesty
Dies not alone; but, like a guif, doth draw
What's near it, with it: it is a massy wheel,
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls,

(7) Authority to put them in execution. (8) Lunacies.

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With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May;
And, how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven?
But, in our circumstance and course of thought,
voy-Tis heavy with him: And am I then reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No.

We will haste us. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Enter Polonius.

Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras' I'll convey myself, To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him

home :

And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

'Tis meet, that some more audience, than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege;
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
King.

Thanks, dear my lord. (Exit Polonius.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
A brother's murder!-Pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will;
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood?
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens,
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,-
To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,

Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up;
My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-
That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law: But 'tis not so above:
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? what rests?
Try what repentance can: What can it not?
Yet what can it, when one can not repent?
O wretched state! O bosom, black as death!
O limed soul; that struggling to be free,
Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make assay!
Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of
steel,

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ;
All may be well.

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Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent:"
When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed';
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't:

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven
And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black,
As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

The King rises and advances.

[Exit.

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Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended.

Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet?
Ham.

What's the matter now?
Queen. Have you forgot me?
Ham.
No, by the rood," not so:
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
And,-'would it were not so!-you are my mother.
Queen. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can

speak.

Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;

You go not, till I set you up a glass

Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?

[Retires and kneels. Help, help, ho!

Enter Hamlet.

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How now! a rat? [Draws.

Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help!
Ham.
Dead, for a ducat, dead.

[Hamlet makes a pass through the arras

Pol. [Behind.]

O, I am slain.

[Falls, and dies..

Nay, I know not;

Queen. O me, what hast thou done?

Ham.

Is it the king?

[Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius..

(5) Reward.

(6) Seize him at a more horrid time. (7) Cross.

Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
Ham. A bloody deed;-almost as bad, good
mother,

As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Queen. As kill a king!
Ham.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
[To Polonius.

And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge;
Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
And reason panders well.
Queen.

O, Hamlet, speak no more:

Ay, lady, 'twas my word.-Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots,
As will not leave their tinct.12
Ham.

I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune:
Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger.-
Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you
down,

And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;

If damned custom have not braz'd it so,

That it be proof and bulwark against sense.

Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed13 bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying and making love Over the nasty sty ;Queen. O, speak to me no more; These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears: No more, sweet Hamlet.

Ham.

A murderer, and a villain:

Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe

thy tongue

In noise so rude against me?

Ham.
Such an act,
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction' plucks
The very soul; and sweet religion makes

A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow:
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful-visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

Queen.
Ah me, what act,
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ?'
Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station' like the herald Mercury,
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination, and a form, indeed,

Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man:

Of your precedent lord :—a vice' of kings:
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!

Queen.

Ham.

No more.

Enter Ghost.

Of shreds and patches:

A king

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure?

Queen. Alas, he's mad.

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion, let's go by
The important acting of your dread command?
O, say!

Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look! amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul;
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works;
Speak to her, Hamlet.

Ham.

How is it with you, lady?

Queen. Alas, how is't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,

This was your husband.-Look you now, what fol- And with the incorporal air to hold discourse?

lows:

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Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err;
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd,
But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,
To serve in such a difference. What devil was't,
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ?"
Eves without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans 10 all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope."

O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,

(1) Marriage-contract. (2) Sorrowful.
(3) Index of contents prefixed to a book.
(4) Apollo's.

(5) The act of standing.

(6) To grow fat. (7) Sensation. (3) Frenzy. (9) Blindman's buff. (10) Without.

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, i
Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
Ham. On him! on him!-Look you, how pale

he glares!

His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
Would make them capable."-Do not look upon me;
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert
My stern effects: then what I have to do
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, 1o for blood.
Queen. To whom do you speak this?
Ham.
Do you see nothing there?
Queen. Nothing at all; yet all that is, I see.
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?
Queen.
No, nothing, but ourselves.
Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals
away!

My father, in his habit as he liv'd?

Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost.

Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain:

(11) Be so stupid. (12) Colour. (13) Greasy. (14) Mimic. (15) Imagination. (16) The hair of animals is excrementitious, that is, without life or sensation.

(17) Intelligent. (18) Actions. (19) Perhaps

This bodiless creation ecstasy1 Is very cunning in.

Ham. Ecstacy!

My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music: It is not madness,
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul,
That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place;
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue:
For in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;
Yea, curb' and woo, for leave to do him good.
Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in
twain.

Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it,)

And live the purer with the other half.
Good night but go not to my uncle's bed;
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custoin, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;
That to the use of actions fair and good
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,
That aptly is put on: Refrain to-night;
And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence; the next more easy:
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
And either curb the devil, or throw him out
With wondrous potency. Once more, good night!
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you.-For this same ford,
[Pointing to Polonius.
I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,-
To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him, and will answer well

The death I gave him. So, again, good night!-
I must be cruel, only to be kind:

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.-
But one word more, good lady.
Queen.
What shall I do?
Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;"
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse;
And let him, for a pair of reechy' kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damned fingers,
Make you to ravel all this matter out,
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft. "Twere good, you let him know:
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,*
Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape,
To try conclusions, in the basket creep,

And break your own neck down.

I had forgot 'tis so concluded on.
Ham. There's letters sealed: and my two school
fellows,-

Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd,'
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
And marshal me to knavery: Let it work;
For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard,
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.-
This man shall set me packing.

I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room:→→
Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor
Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you :-
Good night, mother.

[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in
Polonius.

ACT IV.

SCENE 1.-The same. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.

King. There's matter in these sighs; these profound heaves;

You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them s Where is your son?

Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. [To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out. Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! King. What, Gertrude? how does Hamlet? Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both contend

Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!
And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
The unseen good old man.

King.

O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there :
His liberty is full of threats to all;
Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
To you yourself, to us, to every one.
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt,'
This mad young man: but, so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit:

But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore,
Among a mineral' of metals base,
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
King. O, Gertrude, come away!

The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
We must, with all our majesty and skill,

Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guildenstert.,

breath,

And breath of life, I have no life to breathe

What thou hast said to me.

Ham. I must to England; you know that?

Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Friends both, go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,

And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body

Queen.

Alack,

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