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Pinch wanton on your cheek; call yon, his | Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? mouse;*

It will be laid to us, whose providence And let him, for a pair of reechyt kisses, Should have kept short, restrain’d, and out of Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd


(love, fingers,

This mad young man: but, so much was our Make you to ravel all this matter out,

We would not understand what was most fit; That I essentially am not in madness,

But, like the owner of a foul disease, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him To keep it from divulging, let it feed know:

Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Queen. To draw apart the body he hath Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,

kill'd: Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? O'er whom his very madness, like some ore, No, in despite of sense, and secrecy,

Among a mineralt of metals base, Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, King. O, Gertrude, come away! To try conclusions,ll in the basket creep, The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, And break your own neck down.

But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of We must with all our majesty and skill, breath,

Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! GuildenAnd breath of life, I have no life to breathe

stern! What thou hast said to me.

Enter Rosencrantz and GUILDENSTERN. Ham. I must to England; you know that? Queen. Alack,

Friends both, go join you with some further I had forgot; 'tis so concluded on.

aid : Ham. There's letters seal’d: and my two Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, school-fellows,

And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang’d, 1


[body They bear the mandate; they must sweep my Go, seek him out; speak fair, and bring the way,

Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. Apd marshal me to knavery: Let it work;

(Exeunt Ros, and Guil. For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest Hoist with his own petar:** and it shall go

friends; hard,

And let them know, both what we mean to do, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And what's untimely done: so, haply, slanAnd blow them at the moon: 0, 'tis most


Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, When in one line two crafts directly meet.- As level as the cannon to his blank,t (name, This man shall set me packing:

Transports bis poison’d shot,--may miss our I'll lug the guts into the peighbour room :

And hit the woundless air.-0 come away! Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor My soul is full of discord and dismay. Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,

(Exeunt. Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Come, Sir, to draw toward an end with you:

SCENE II.-Another Room in the same. Good night, mother.

[Exeunt sererally; Hamlet dragging in

Ham.-Safely stowed,-{Ros. &c. within.

Hamlet! lord Hamlet!) But soft! -- what ACT IV.

noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they SCENE 1.-The same.

Enter RosENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Enter King, Queen, RosENCRANTZ, and Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the GUILDENSTERN.

dead body? King. There's matter in these sighs; these

Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto profound heaves;

'tis kin.

[them: You must translate : 'tis fit we understand

Ros. Tell us where 'tis ; that we may take Where is your son ?

it thence, Queen. Bestow this place on us a little And bear it to the chapel. while.

Ham. Do not believe it. [To ROSENCRANTZ and GuildENSTERN,

Ros. Believe what? who go out.

Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not Ab, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!

mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? sponge !--what replication should be made by Queen. Mad as the sea, and wind, when both the son of a king ? contend

Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ? Which is the mightier : In his lawless fit,

Ham. Ay, Sir; that soaks up the king's Bebind the arras hearing something stir,

countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But Whips out his rapier, cries, A rat! a rat!

such officers do the king best service in the And, in his brainish apprehension, kills

end: He keeps them, like an ape, in the corThe unseen good old man.

ner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swalKing. O heavy deed!

lowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, It had been so with us, had we been there:

it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall His liberty is full of threats to all;

be dry again. To you yourself, to us, to every one.

Ros. I understand you not, my lord.

Hum. I am glad of it: A kpavish speech A term of endearment. + Steaming with heat. sleeps in a foolish ear. Toad, Cat. || Experiments. Having their teeth. ** Blown up with his own bomb.

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Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the Ham. For England ? body is, and go with us to the king.

K'ing. Ay, Hamlet. Ham. The body is with the king, but the king Ham. Good. is 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.-Bar Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide come; for England !-Farewell, dear motber. fox, and all after. *

(Exeunt. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

Ham. My mother: Father and mother is mas SCENE III.-Another Room in the same.

and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and 3, Enter King, attended.

my mother. Come, for England. (Erat, King. I have sent to seek bim, and to find

King. Follow him al foot; tempt him with the body.

speed aboard ; How dangerous is it, that this man goes loose? Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: Yet must not we put the strong law on him:

Away; for every thing is seald and done He's lov'd of the distracted multitude, [eyes;

That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make

haste. Who like not in their judgement, but their And, England, if my love thou hold'st at ausbt.

(Exeunt Ros. and Guil. And, where 'tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,

(As my great power thereof may give thee

sense ;
But never the offence. To bear all smooth and Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause : Diseases, desperate grown, Pays homage to us,) thou may’st not coldly

After the Danish sword, and thy free awe By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Enter RosenCRANTZ.

Our sovereign process; which imports at full,

By letters cónjuring to that effect, Or not at all.-How now? what hath befal- The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; len?

For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Ros. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my And thou must cure me: Till I know 'tis done, We cannot get from him.

[lord, Howe'er my haps,t my joys will ne'er begin. King. But where is he?

[Eril. Ros. Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.

SCENE IV.-A Plain in Denmark. King. Bring him before us.

Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching. Ros. Ho, Guildenstern ? bring in my lord. Enter HAMLET and GuildENSTERN.

For. Go, captain, from me greet the Danish

king; King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? Tell him, that, by his licence, Fortinbras Ham. At supper.

Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march King. At supper? Where?

Over his kingdom. You know the rendezHam. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : a certain convocation of politic worms If that his majesty would aught with us, are e'en at him. Your worm is your only em- We shall express our duty in his eye. peror for diet: we fat all creatures else, to fat | And let him know so. us; and we fat ourselves for maggots: Your Cap. I will do't, my lord. fat king, and your lean beggar, is but varia- For. Go softly on. ble service; two dishes, but to one table; that's

[Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. the end. King. Alas, alas!

Enter Hamlet, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENHam. A man may fish with the worm that

STERN, &c. hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath Ham. Good Sir, whose powerso are these? fed of that worm.

Cap. They are of Norway, Sir. King. What dost thou mean by this?

Ham. How purpos’d, Sir, Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king I pray you? may go a progress through the guts of a beg

Cap. Against some part of Poland. gar.

Ham. Who King. Where is Polonius ?

Commands them, Sir ? Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if

Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinyour messenger find him not there, seek him

bras. i'the other place yourself. But, indeed, if you Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, find him not within this month, you shall nose Or for some frontier?

(Sir, him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. Cap. Truly to speak, Sir, and with no addiKing. Go seek him there.

We go to gain a little patch of ground, (tion,

[To some Attendants. That hath in it no profit but the name. Ham. He will stay till you come.

To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; [Exeunt Attendants. Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, King. Hamlet, this deed, for thipe especial | A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. safety,

Hum. Why, then the Poiackll never will deWhich we do tender, as we dearly grieve

fend it. For that which thou hast done,-must send Cap. Yes, 'tis already garrison'd. thee hence

(self; Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thouWith fiery quickness: Therefore, prepare thy

sand ducats, The bark is ready, and the wind at help,t Will not debate the question of this straw: The associates tend, and every thing is bent This is the imposthume of much wealth and For England.

peace; * A sport among children.

Value, estimate.

+ Successes. + Right, ready

* Attend,

Presence. Forces. # Polander


That inward breaks, and shows no cause with. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, out

Each toy* seems prologue to some great amiss: Why the man dies.-I humbly thank you, Sir. So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

Cap. God be wi' you, Sir. (Exit Captain. It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Rús. Will't please you go, my lord ?

Re-enter Horatio, with OPHELIA.
Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a lit.
tle before. Exeunt Ros. and Guil.

Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of How all occasions do inform against me,

And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,

Queen. How now, Ophelia?
If his chief good, and market* of his time, Oph. How should I your true love know
Be but to sleep and feed ? a beast, no more.

From another one?
Sure, he, that made us with such large dis-

By his cockle hat and stat, course,t

And his sandal shoon ?t [Singing. Looking before, and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason

Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this

song? To fusti in us unus'd. Now, whether it be

Oph. Say you? nay, pray you,

mark. Bestial oblivion, or some cravený scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event,

He is dead and gone, lady,

(Sings. A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part

He is dead and gone; wisdom,

At his head a grass-green turf,
And, ever, three parts coward,-I do not know

At his heels a stone.
Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do; 0, ho!
Sith|| Í have cause, and will, and strength, and Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,-

Oph. Pray you, mark.
To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me:

White his shroud as the mountain snow, Witness, this army of such mass, and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince;

[Sings. Whose spirit with divine ambition puff’d,

Enter King.
Makes niouths at the invisible event;

Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.
Exposing what is mortal, and unsure,
To all that fortune, death, and danger, dare,

Oph. Lardedt all with sweet fiouers; Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great,

Which bewept to the grare did go, Is, not to stir without great argument;

With true-lore showers. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, [then, King. How do you, pretty lady? When honour's at the stake. How stand I Oph. Well, God'ieldo you! They say, the That have a father kill'd, a mother stain's, owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know Excitements of my reason and my blood, what we are, but know not what we may be And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see God be at your table ! The imminent death of twenty thousand men, King. Conceit upon her father. That, for a fantasy, and trick of fame,

Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot when they ask you what it means, say you this: Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,

Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, Which is not tomb enough, and continent,

All in the morning betime, 'To bide the slain ?-0, from this time forth

And I a maid at your window, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

To be your Valentine : (Exit.

Then up he rose, and don'd|| his clothes,
SCENE V.- Elsinore.- A Room in the Castle. And dupp'df the chumber door ;

Let in the maid, that out a maid
Enter Queen and Horatio.

Never departed more.
Queen. -I will not speak with her.

King. Pretty Ophelia ! Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract; Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an Her mood will needs be pitied.

end on't : Queen. What would she have?

By Gis, and by Saint Charity, ** Hor. She speaks much of her father; says, Alack, and fie for shame! she hears,

Young men will do't, if they come to't ; There's tricks i'the world; and hems, and beats By cock, they are to blame. her heart;

Quoth she, before you tumbled me, Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in

You promised me to wed: doubt,

(pothing, That carry but half sense: her speech is

[He answers.]

So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The bearers to collection; they aims at it,

An thou hadst not come to my bed. And botch the words up fit to their own King. How long hath she been thus ? thoughts;

Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures patient : but I cannot chonse but weep, to yield them,

ihink they should lay him i'the cold ground: Indeed would make one think, there might be My brother shall know of it, and so i thank thought,

you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies : Queen. 'Twere good, she were spoken with; good night, good night.

[Erit. for she may strew

King. Follow her close: give her good watch, Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds:

I pray you.

[Exit Horatio. Let her come in.

(Exit Horatio. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs

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** Saints in the Roma Catholic Calendar.


|| Since.

All from her father's death: And now behold, Queen. But not by him.
O Gertrude, Gertrude,

(spies, king. Let him demand his fill. When sorrows come, they come not single Laer. How came he dead? I'll not be jugBut in battalions! First, her father slain;

gled with:

vil! Next, your son gone; and he most violent au- To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackesi dethor

Conscience, and grace, to the profoundest pit! Of his own just remove: The people muddied, 1 dare damnation: To this point I stand, Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and That both the worlds I give to negligence, whispers,

Let come what comes ; only I'll be reveng'd For good Polonius' death ; and we have done Most thoroughly for my father. but greenly,

King. Who shall stay you ? In hugger-muggert to inter him: Poor Ophelia Laer. My will, not all the world's: Divided from herself, and her fair judgement; And, for my means, I'll husband them so well, Without the which we are pictures, or mere They shall go far with little. beasts.

King. Good Laertes, Last, and as much containing as all these, If you desire to know the certainty [revenge, Her brother is in secret come from France : Of your dear father's death, is't wnt in your Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

Winner and loser ?

(and fue, With pestilent speeches of bis father's death;

Laer. None but his enemies. Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

Ring. Will you know them then ? Will nothing stick our person to arraign

Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll opo In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,

my arms; Like to a murdering piece, in many places

And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, Gives me superfluous death! (A noise within. Repast them with my blood. Queen. Alack! what noise is this?

King. Why, now you speak

Like a good child, and a true gentleman. Enter a GENTLEMAN.

That I am guiltless of your father's death, King. Attend.

(door : And am most sensibly in grief for it, Where are my Switzers ?: Let them guard the It shall as level to your judgement pear," What is the matter?

As day does to your eye. Gent. Save yourself, my lord ;

Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. The ocean, overpeering of his list,

Laer. How now! what noise is that? Eats not the flats with

nore impetuous baste, Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O’erbears your officers! The rabble call him,

EnterOPHELIA, fantastically dressed with Straus

and Flowers. lord; And, as the world were now but to begin, O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

salt, 'The ratifiers and props of every word,

Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! They cry, Choose we; Laertes shall be king! By heaven, thy madness shall be paid with Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Laertes shall be king, Laertes king! Queen. How cheerfully on the false traili Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia ! they cry!

O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wils O, this is counter, I you false Danish dogs.

Should be as mortal as an old man's life? King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Nature is finet in love: and, where 'tis fine, Enter Laertes, armed; DANES following.

It sends some precious instance of itself

After the thing it loves. Laer. Where is this king ?-Sirs, stand you all without.

Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier; Dan. No, let's come in.

Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny: Laer. I pray you, give me leave.

And in his grace rain'à muny a téar ;Dan. We will, we will.

Fare you well, my dove! [They retire without the door. Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst per. Laer. I thank you :-keep the door.- thou

suade revenge, vile king,

It could not move thus. Give me my father.

Oph. You must sing, Down-c-down, an you Queen. Calmly, good Laertes.

call him, a-down-d. O, how the wheel becomes Laer. That drop of blood, that's calm, pro- it! It is the false steward, that stole his mas. claims me bastard;

ter's daughter Cries, cuckold, to my father; brands the harlot

Laer. This nothing's more than matter. Even here, between the chaste unsmirched**

Oph. There's rosemary, that's for rememOf my true mother.

(brow brance; pray you, love, remember: and there King. What is the cause, Laertes,

is pansies, that's for thoughts. That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ?

Laer. A document in madness; thoughts and Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person;

remembrance fitted. There's such dịvinity doth hedge a king,

Oph. There's fennel for you, and columThat treason cap but peep to what it would,

bines :-there's rue for you; and here's some Acts little of his will.–Tell me, Laertes,

for me:-we may call it, herb of grace o'SunWhy thou art thus incens'd ;--Let

him go, Ger-days:- you may wear your rue with a differSpeak, man.

[trude; ence. There's a daisy :- I would give you Luer. Where is my father?

some violets; but they withered all, when my King. Dead.

father died:-They say, he made a good Without judgement.

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For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, matter. These good fellones will bring thee where

(Sings. I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their Lier. Thoughts and affliction, passion, hell course for Englund: of them I hare much to tell itseli,

thee. Farewell. She turns to favour, and to prettiness.

He that thou knouest thine, Hamlet. (ph. And will he not come again? [Sings.

Come, I will give you way for these your And will he not come again?

letters; No, no, he is dead,

And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
Go to thy death-bed,

To him from whom you brought them.
He never will come again.

[Exeunt. His beard wus as white as snow,

SCENE VII.-Another Room in the same.
All faren was his poll :

Enter King and LAERTES.
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moun,

King. Now must your conscience my acquit

tance seal, God 'a mercy on his soul!

And you must put me in your heart for friend; And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear, be wi' you!

[Erit Ophelia. That he, which bath your noble father slain, Laur. Do you see this, () God?

Pursu'd my life. King. Laertes, I must commune with your Laer. It'well appears :-But tell me, grief,

Why you proceeded not against these feats, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, (will, So crimeful and so capital in nature, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you As by your safety, greatness, wisdom, all And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and

things else, If by direct or by collateral hand [me: You mainly were stirr'd up They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom King. O, for two special reasons; (pew'd, t give,

Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsiOur crown, our life, and all that we call ours, But yet to me they are strong. The queen his To you in satisfaction; but, if not,

mother, Be you content to lend your patience to us, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, And we shall jointly labour with your soul

(My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) To give it due content.

She is so conjunctive to my life and soul, Luer. Let this be so;

That, as the star moves not but in bis sphere, His means of death, his obscure funeral,- I could not but by her. The other motive, No trophy, sword, nor hatchment, u'er his Why to a public count I might not go, bones,

Is, the great love the general gendert bear him: No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,

Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, Cry to be heard, as 'twere froin heaven to earth, Work like the springộ that turneth wood to That I must call't in question.


(arrows, ling. So you shall;

Converts his gyves to graces; so that my And where the ofience is, let the great axe fall. Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, I pray you, go with me.

(Ereunt. Would have reverted to my bow again, SCENE VI.--Another Room in the same.

And not where I had aini'd them.

Laer. And so have I a noble father lost; Enter Horatio, and a SERVANT. A sister driven into desperate terms; Hor. What are they, that would speak with Whose worth, if praises may go back again, me?

Stcod challenger on mount of all the age Soru. Sailors, Sir;

For her perfections :--But my revenge will They say, they bave letters for you.

Hor. Let them come in.- [Exit SERVANT, King. Break not your sleeps for that: you I do not know from what part of the world

must not think, I should be greeted, if not from lord Hamlet. That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

Tbat we can let our beard be shook with 'danEnter SAILORS.


(more: 1 Suil. God bless you, Sir.

And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear Hor. Let him bless thee too,

I loved your father, and we love ourself; 1 Suil. He shall, Sir, an't please him. There's And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine,a letter for you, Sir; it comes from the ambas- | How now? what news? sador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.

Enter a MESSENGER. Hor. [Reads.) Horatio, when thou shalt have Mess. Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: orerlooked this, give these fellows some means to This to your majesty; this to the queen. the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were King. From Hamlet! who brought them? tuo duys old at seu, a pirate of very warlike up- Mess. Sailors, my lord, they say: I saw them pointment gave us chase: Finding ourselves too


(them slow of suil, we put on a compelled vulour ; and in They were given me by Claudio, he receiv'd the grapple I boarded them: on the instant, they Of him that brought them. got cleur of our ship; so I alone became their pri- King. Laertes, you shall hear them :soner. They have dealt with me, like thieres of Leave us.

[Exit MESSENGER. mercy: but they knew what they did; I am to do [Reads.) High and mighty, you shall know, a good turn for them. Let the king have the let. I am set naked on your kingdom. To-morrow ters ! lure sent; and repair thou to me with as shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes: when I much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I hare shall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount words to speuk in thine ear, will make thee dumb;

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