sense

Fear me not:-withdraw, I hear him coming. | New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
'Polonis hides himself. A combination, and a form, indeed,

Where every god did seem to set his seal,
Enter HAMLET.

To give the world assurance of a man :
Han. Now, mother; what's the matter ?

This was your husband.-Look you now, what Queen. Hamlet, ihou hast thy father much of

follows: fended.

Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear, Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended. Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ? Queen. Come, come, you answer with an idle Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, tongue.

And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes ? Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue You cannot call it love: for, at your age, Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet ?

The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Ham.

What's the matter now? And waits upon the judgment; And what judginent Queen. Have you forgot me ?

Would step from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have, Ham.

No, by the rood, not so: Else, could you not have motion : But sure, that You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And,-'would it were not so !-you are my mother. Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrallid, speak.

(not budge; But it reservd some quantity of choice, Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shali To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, You go not, till I set you up a glass

That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind ? Where you may see the inmost part of you. [me? Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,

Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Help, help, ho!

Or but a sickly part of one true sense Pol. [Behind.) What, ho! help!

Could not so mope. Ham.

[How now! a rat? [Draws. O shame! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, Dead, for a ducat, dead.

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, (Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, Pol. (Behind.] O, I am slain. [Falls, and dies. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, Queen. O me, what hast thou done ?

When the compulsive ardour gives the charge ; Ham.

Nay, I know not: Since frost itself as actively doth burn, Is it the king ?

And reason panders will. (Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. Queen.

O Hamlet, speak no more : Queen. o, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul; Ham. A bloody deed ;-almost' as bad, good and there I see such black and grained spots, mother,

As will not leave their tinct. As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

Ham.

Nay, but to live Queen. As kill a king!

In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed ; Ham,

Ay, lady, 'twas my word. Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! Over the nasty stye ; (To Polonius. Queen.

O, speak to me no more ; I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune : These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; Thou find'st, to be too busy, is some danger, No more, sweet Hamiet. Leave wringing of your hands : Peace, sit you

Ham.

A murderer, and a villain: down,

A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, Of your precedent lord :-a vice of kings: If it be made of penetrable stuff;

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule ;
If damned custom have not braz'd it so,

That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
That it be proof and bulwark against sense. And put it in his pocket!
Queen. What have I done, that thou dar’st wag Queen.

No more.
thy tongue
an poise so rude against me ?

Enter Ghost.
Ham.

Such an act,
Ham.

A king
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;

Of shreds and patches :Calls virtue, hypocrite; takes off the rose

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, From the fair forehead of an innocent love, You heavenly guards !- What would your gracious And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows

figure ? As false as dicers' oaths: 0, such a deed

Queen. Alas! he's mad. As from the body of contraction plucks

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, The very soul; and sweet religion makes

That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by A rhapsody of words : Heaven's face doth glow; The important acting of your dread command ? Yea, this solidity and compound mass, With tristful visage, as against the doom,

Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation Is thought-sick at the act.

Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. Queen.

Ah me, what act, But, look! amazement on thy mother sits :
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? O, step between her and her fighting soul;

Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ? Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works :
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. Speak to her, Hamlet.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow :

Ham.

How is it with you, lady? Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

Queen. Alas, how is't with you ?
An eye like Mars, to threaten and commard; That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
A station like the herald Mercury,

And with the incorporal air do hold discourse ?

O, say.

away!

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
And as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,

Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you, his mouse Your bedded bair, like life in excrements,

And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, Or padling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper

Make you to ravel all this matter out, Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look ? That I essentially am not in madness, Ham. On him! on him !-Look you, how pale But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know: he glares !

For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Would make them capable.—Do not look upou me; Such dear concernings hide? who would do so ?
Lest, with this piteous action, you convert No, in despite of sense, and secresy,
My steru effects: then what I have to do

Unpeg the basket on the bouse's top,
Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape,
Queen. To whom do you speak this ?

To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
Ham.

Do you see nothing there? And break your own neck down. Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. Queen. Be thou assur’d, if words be made of Ham. Nor did you nothing hear?

breath, Queen.

No, nothing, but ourselves. And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals What thou hast said to me.

Ham. I must to England; you know that ? My father, in his habit as he liv'd!

Queen.

Alack, Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal ! I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on. (fellows,

(Erit Ghost. Ham. There's letters seal'd: and my two school. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd, This bodiless creation ecstasy

They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, Is very cunning in.

And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; Ham. Ecstasy!

For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard, And makes us healthful musick : It is not maduess, But I will delve one yard below their mines, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

And blow them at the moon : 0, 'tis most sweet, And I the matter will re-word; which madness When in one line two crafts directly meet.Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, This man shall set me packing. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :That not your trespass, but my madness, speaks : Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor It will but skin and film the ulcerous place; Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,

Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you : Repent what's past: avoid what is to come; Good night, mother. And do not spread the compost on the weeds, Le seunt severally; Hamlet dragginy in POLONJUS, 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. 0 Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in

ACT IV.
twain.
Ham. O throw away the worser part of it,

SCENE I.-The same.
And live the purer with the other half.
Good night: but go not to my uncle's bed;

Enter King, Queen, ROSENCRANTZ, ana Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

GUILDENSTERN. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat King. There's matter in these sighs; these pro. Of habit's devil, is angel yet in this;

found heaves; That to the use of actions fair and good

You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them He likewise gives a frock, or livery,

Where is your son ? That aptly is put on : Refrain to-night:

Queen. Bestow this place on us a little waile.And that shall lend a kind of easiness

[To ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN, who To the next abstinence: the next more easy : For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! And either curb the devil, or throw him out

Kiny. What, Gertrude? How does Hainiet? With wondrous potency. Once more, good night; Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

contend I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord, Which is the mightier: In his lawless fit,

(Pointing to POLONIUS. Behind the arras hearing something stir, I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,- Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat! To punish me with this, and this with me,

And, in this brainish apprehension, kills That I must be their scourge and minister.

The unseen good old man. I will bestow him, and will answer well

King.

O heavy deed! The death I gave him. So, again, good night! It had been so with us, had we been there: 1 must be cruel, only to be kind:

His liberty is full of threats to all; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.--- To you yourself, to us, to every one. But one word more, good lady.

Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? Queen.

What shall I do? It will be laid to us, whose providence Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of hauni

go out.

This mad young man: but, so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit;

SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed

Enter King, attended. Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd.

body. O’er whom his very madness, like sonie ore, How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Among a mineral of metals base,

Yet must not we put the strong law on him ·
Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. He's lov'd of the distracted multitude,
King. O, Gertrude, come away!

Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh’d, But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed But never the offence. To bear all snooth and even, We must, with all our majesty and skill,

This sudden sending him away, must seem Both countenance and excuse. -Ho! Guildenstern! Deliberate pause : Diseases, desperate grown,

By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GuildENSTERN.

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

Or not at all.—How now? what hath befallen ? And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him :

Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body

We cannot get from him. Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.

King.

But where is he? [Ereunt Ros. and Guil. Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;

pleasure. And let them know, both what we mean to do,

King. Bring him before us.
Aud what's untimely done: so, haply, slander, - Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,

Enter Hamlet and GUILDENSTERN.
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, -may miss our name, King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
And hit the woundless air.- come away!

Ham. At supper.
My soul is full of discord, and dismay. (Ereunt. King. At supper ? Where?

Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : SCENE II.-Another Room in the same.

a certain convocation of politick worms are e'en at

bim. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we Enter HAMLET.

fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves

for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, Ham. Safely stowed, -(Ros. &c. within. is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; Hamlet! lord Hamlet !) But soft,—what noise ? that's the end. who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.

King. Alas, alas! Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath

eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the dead that worm. body?

King. What dost thou mean by this ? Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto’ris kin. Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may

Ros. Tell us where 'tis; that we may take it thence, go a progress through the guts of a beggar. And bear it to the chapel.

King. Where is Polonius ? Ham. Do not believe it.

Ham. In heaven; send thither to see : if your Ros. Believe what ?

messenger find him not there, seek him i'the other Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not place yourself

. But, indeed, if you find him not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! within this month, you shall nose him as you go up ---what replication should be made by the son of a the stairs into the lobby. king ?

Kiny. Go seek him there. (To some Attendants. Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?

Ham. He will stay till you come. Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's counte

[Ereunt Attendants. nance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers King. Hamlet, this deed, "for thine especial do the king best service in the end: He keeps them,

safety,— like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, which we do tender, as we dearly grieve to be last swallowed: When he needs what you for that which thou hast done,-must send thce have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge,

hence you shall be dry again.

With fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thyself ; Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

The bark is ready, and the wind at help, Ham. I am glad of it: A knavish speech sleeps The associates tend, and every thing is bent in a foolish ear.

For England. Ros. My Jord, you must tell us where the body

Ham. For England ? is, and go with us to the king.

King.

Ay, Hamlet. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is Ham.

Good, not with the body. The king is a thing

King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. Guil. A thing, my lord ?

Ham. I see a cherub, that sees them.-But, come; Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him, Hide fox, for England !--Farewell, dear mother. and all after.

(Exeunt. Kiny. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife ; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother Come, for England

(Eut

King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed | A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part aboard;

wisdom, Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night:

And, ever, three parts coward,- I do not know Away; for every thing is seal'd and done

Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; That else leans on the affair : Pray you, make haste. Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means,

[Ereunt Ros, and Guil. To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me : And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught, Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, (As my great power thereof may give thee sense ; Led by a delicate and tender prince; Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red

Whose spirit, with Jivine ambition puffd,
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe

Makes mouths at the invisible event;
Pays homage to us,) tkou may'st not coldly set Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,
Our sovereign process; which imports at full, To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,
By letters conjuring to that effect,

Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; Is, not to stir without great argument;
For like the hectick in my blood he rages,

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin. (Erit. That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

Excitements of my reason, and my blood,
SCENE IV.-A Plain in Denmark.

And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see

The imminent death of twenty thousand men
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching. That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,
For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,

Go to their graves like beds ; fight for a plot
Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras

Which is not tomb enough, and continent,
Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march

To hide the slain ?-0, from this time forth,
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
If that his majesty would aught with us,

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! (Erik
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.

SCENE V.-Elsinore. A Room in the Castle. Сар. . I will do't, my lord.

Enter Queen and Horatio. For. Go softly on. [Eceunt FortinBRAS and Forces. Queen. I will not speak with her.

Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, GUILDENSTERN, &c. Her mood will needs be pitied.

Queen.

What would she have ? Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these ? Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, she Cap. They are of Norway, sir.

hears, Ham.

How purpos’d, sir, There's tricks i'the world ; and hems, and beats her I pray you ?

Spurns en viously at straws ; speaks things in doubt, Сар. . Against some part of Poland.

That carry but half sense : her speech is nothing, Ham.

Who Yet the unshaped use of it doth inove Commands them, sir?

The hearers to collection; they aim at it, Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;

Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Which, as her winks and nods, and gestures yiela Or for some frontier ?

them,

(thought, Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, Indeed would make one think, there might be We go to gain a little patch of ground,

Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. That hath in it no profit but the name.

Queen. "Twere good she were spoken with; for To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;

she may strew Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole,

Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

Let her come in.

[Exit Horario. Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend it. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd.

Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss
Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
ducats,

It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt.
Will not debate the question of this straw:
This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace;

Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA.
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir.

Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den

mark?
Cap. God be wi' you, sir. (Exit Captain.
Ros.
Will't please you go, my lord ?

Queen. How now, Ophelia ?
Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little Oph. How should I your true love know
before.
(Exeunt Ros. and Guil.

From another one ? How all occasions do inform against me,

By his cockle hat and staff And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

And his sandal shoon

[Singing If his chief good, and market of his time,

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more. Sure, be, that made us with such large discourse,

Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark. Looking before, and after, gave us not

He is dead and gone, lady, (Singh

He is dead and gone ;
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be

At his head a grass-green turf,

At his hools a sions.
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event, -

Oho!

(heart;

Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,

Like to a murdering piece, in many places Oph.

Pray you, mark. Gives me superfluous death. (A noise within White his shroud as the mountain snow,

Queen.

Alack! what noise is this?
Sings.

Enter a Gentleman.
Enter King.

King. Attend:
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.

Where are my Switzers ? Let them guard the door Oph. Larded all with sweet flouers ;

What is the matter!
Which bewept to the grave

did
go,
Gent.

Save yourself, my lord ;
With true-love showers.

The ocean, overpeering of his list,
King. How do you, pretty lady?

Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Oph. Well, God'ield you! They say, the owl was Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, O'erbears your officers; The rabble call him, lord ; but, know not what we may be. God be at your And as the world were now but to begin, table

Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

The ratifiers and props of every word,
King. Conceit upon her father.
Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but They cry, Choose we ; Laertes shall be king !
when they ask you what it means, say you this :

Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,

Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!
Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day

Queen. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
All in the morning betime,

0, this is counter, you false Danish dogs.
And I a maid at your window,

Kiny. The doors are broke. {Noise within.
To be your Valentine :
Then up he rose, and don'd his clothes,

Enter Laertes, armed ; Danes following.
And dupp'd the chamber door ;

Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all Let in the maid, thut out a maid

without. Never departed more.

Dan. No, let's come in. King. Pretty Ophelia !

Laer.

I pray you, give me leave. Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end Dan. We will, we will. on't:

[They retire without the door.

Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.-0 thou vile By Gis, and by Saint Charity

king,
Alack, and fye for shame!

Give me my father.
Young men will do'ı, if they come to'l ;

Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.
By cock, they are to blame.

Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, proclaims
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,

me bastard; You promis'd me to wed :

Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot [He answers.)

Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

Of my true mother.
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

King. What is the cause, Laertes,

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? King. How long hath she been thus ?

Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person ; Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be pa- There's such divinity doth hedge a king, tient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they That treason can but peep to what it would, should lay him i'the cold ground: My brother shall Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes, know of it, and so I thank you for your good coun, Why thou art thus incens'd ;-Let him go, Ger. sel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good

trude ;
night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. Erit. Speak, man.
King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I Laer. Where is my father?
pray you.

[Exit Horatio.
King.

Dead.
O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Queen.

But not by him. All from her father's death · And now behold, King. Let him demand his fill. O Gertrude, Gertrude,

Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled When sorrows come, they come not single spies,

with : But in battalions ! First her father slain ;

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! Next your son gone; and he most violent author

Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! Of his own just remove: The people muddied, I dare damnation: To this point I standThick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whis That both the worlds I give to negligence, pers,

greenly, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd For good Polon:us' death ; and we have done but Most throughly for my father. In hugger-mugger to inter him: Poor Ophelia, King.

Who shall stay you? Divided from herself, and her fair judgment;

Laer. My will, not all the world's: Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts. And, for my means, I'd husband them so well, Last, and as much conlaining as all these, They shall go far with little. Her brother is in secret come from France :

King.

Good Laertes,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, If you desire to know the certainty
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, With pestilent speeches of his father's death ; That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

Winner and loser ? Will nothing stick our person to arraign

Laer. None but his enemies. In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,

King.

Will you know them then i