Hamlet

OPHELIA.There’s fennel for you, and columbines. There’s rue for you; and here’ssome for me. We may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O you must wearyour rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you someviolets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made agood end.[_Sings._]For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

LAERTES.Thought and affliction, passion, hell itselfShe turns to favour and to prettiness.

OPHELIA.[_Sings._]And will he not come again?And will he not come again?No, no, he is dead,Go to thy death-bed,He never will come again.

His beard was as white as snow,All flaxen was his poll.He is gone, he is gone,And we cast away moan.God ha’ mercy on his soul.

And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God b’ wi’ ye.

[_Exit._]

LAERTES.Do you see this, O God?

KING.Laertes, I must commune with your grief,Or you deny me right. Go but apart,Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,And they shall hear and judge ’twixt you and me.If by direct or by collateral handThey find us touch’d, we will our kingdom give,Our crown, our life, and all that we call oursTo you in satisfaction; but if not,Be you content to lend your patience to us,And we shall jointly labour with your soulTo give it due content.

LAERTES.Let this be so;His means of death, his obscure burial,—No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones,No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,—Cry to be heard, as ’twere from heaven to earth,That I must call’t in question.

KING.So you shall.And where th’offence is let the great axe fall.I pray you go with me.

[_Exeunt._]

SCENE VI. Another room in the Castle.

Enter Horatio and a Servant.

HORATIO.What are they that would speak with me?

SERVANT.Sailors, sir. They say they have letters for you.

HORATIO.Let them come in.

[_Exit Servant._]

I do not know from what part of the worldI should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.

Enter Sailors.

FIRST SAILOR.God bless you, sir.

HORATIO.Let him bless thee too.

FIRST SAILOR.He shall, sir, and’t please him. There’s a letter for you, sir. Itcomes from th’ambassador that was bound for England; if your name beHoratio, as I am let to know it is.

HORATIO.[_Reads._] ‘Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give thesefellows some means to the King. They have letters for him. Ere we weretwo days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave uschase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelledvalour, and in the grapple I boarded them. On the instant they gotclear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealtwith me like thieves of mercy. But they knew what they did; I am to doa good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, andrepair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I havewords to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much toolight for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring theewhere I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England:of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell.He that thou knowest thine,HAMLET.’

Come, I will give you way for these your letters,And do’t the speedier, that you may direct meTo him from whom you brought them.

[_Exeunt._]

SCENE VII. Another room in the Castle.

Enter King and Laertes.

KING.Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,And you must put me in your heart for friend,Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,That he which hath your noble father slainPursu’d my life.

LAERTES.It well appears. But tell meWhy you proceeded not against these feats,So crimeful and so capital in nature,As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,You mainly were stirr’d up.

KING.O, for two special reasons,Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew’d,But yet to me they are strong. The Queen his motherLives almost by his looks; and for myself,—My virtue or my plague, be it either which,—She’s so conjunctive to my life and soul,That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,I could not but by her. The other motive,Why to a public count I might not go,Is the great love the general gender bear him,Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,Would like the spring that turneth wood to stone,Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,Too slightly timber’d for so loud a wind,Would have reverted to my bow again,And not where I had aim’d them.

LAERTES.And so have I a noble father lost,A sister driven into desperate terms,Whose worth, if praises may go back again,Stood challenger on mount of all the ageFor her perfections. But my revenge will come.

KING.Break not your sleeps for that. You must not thinkThat we are made of stuff so flat and dullThat we can let our beard be shook with danger,And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more.I lov’d your father, and we love ourself,And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine—

Enter a Messenger.

How now? What news?

MESSENGER.Letters, my lord, from Hamlet.This to your Majesty; this to the Queen.

KING.From Hamlet! Who brought them?

MESSENGER.Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not.They were given me by Claudio. He receiv’d themOf him that brought them.

KING.Laertes, you shall hear them.Leave us.

[_Exit Messenger._]

[_Reads._] ‘High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on yourkingdom. Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes. When Ishall, first asking your pardon thereunto, recount the occasions of mysudden and more strange return.HAMLET.’

What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

LAERTES.Know you the hand?

KING.’Tis Hamlet’s character. ‘Naked!’And in a postscript here he says ‘alone.’Can you advise me?

LAERTES.I am lost in it, my lord. But let him come,It warms the very sickness in my heartThat I shall live and tell him to his teeth,‘Thus diest thou.’

KING.If it be so, Laertes,—As how should it be so? How otherwise?—Will you be rul’d by me?

LAERTES.Ay, my lord;So you will not o’errule me to a peace.

KING.To thine own peace. If he be now return’d,As checking at his voyage, and that he meansNo more to undertake it, I will work himTo an exploit, now ripe in my device,Under the which he shall not choose but fall;And for his death no wind shall breathe,But even his mother shall uncharge the practiceAnd call it accident.

LAERTES.My lord, I will be rul’d;The rather if you could devise it soThat I might be the organ.

KING.It falls right.You have been talk’d of since your travel much,And that in Hamlet’s hearing, for a qualityWherein they say you shine. Your sum of partsDid not together pluck such envy from himAs did that one, and that, in my regard,Of the unworthiest siege.

LAERTES.What part is that, my lord?

KING.A very riband in the cap of youth,Yet needful too, for youth no less becomesThe light and careless livery that it wearsThan settled age his sables and his weeds,Importing health and graveness. Two months sinceHere was a gentleman of Normandy,—I’ve seen myself, and serv’d against, the French,And they can well on horseback, but this gallantHad witchcraft in’t. He grew unto his seat,And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,As had he been incorps’d and demi-natur’dWith the brave beast. So far he topp’d my thoughtThat I in forgery of shapes and tricks,Come short of what he did.

LAERTES.A Norman was’t?

KING.A Norman.

LAERTES.Upon my life, Lamord.

KING.The very same.

LAERTES.I know him well. He is the brooch indeedAnd gem of all the nation.

KING.He made confession of you,And gave you such a masterly reportFor art and exercise in your defence,And for your rapier most especially,That he cried out ’twould be a sight indeedIf one could match you. The scrimers of their nationHe swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye,If you oppos’d them. Sir, this report of hisDid Hamlet so envenom with his envyThat he could nothing do but wish and begYour sudden coming o’er to play with him.Now, out of this,—

LAERTES.What out of this, my lord?

KING.Laertes, was your father dear to you?Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,A face without a heart?

LAERTES.Why ask you this?

KING.Not that I think you did not love your father,But that I know love is begun by time,And that I see, in passages of proof,Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.There lives within the very flame of loveA kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;And nothing is at a like goodness still,For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,Dies in his own too much. That we would do,We should do when we would; for this ‘would’ changes,And hath abatements and delays as manyAs there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;And then this ‘should’ is like a spendthrift sighThat hurts by easing. But to the quick o’ th’ulcer:Hamlet comes back: what would you undertakeTo show yourself your father’s son in deed,More than in words?

LAERTES.To cut his throat i’ th’ church.

KING.No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize;Revenge should have no bounds. But good Laertes,Will you do this, keep close within your chamber.Hamlet return’d shall know you are come home:We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence,And set a double varnish on the fameThe Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine togetherAnd wager on your heads. He, being remiss,Most generous, and free from all contriving,Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease,Or with a little shuffling, you may chooseA sword unbated, and in a pass of practice,Requite him for your father.

LAERTES.I will do’t.And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword.I bought an unction of a mountebankSo mortal that, but dip a knife in it,Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,Collected from all simples that have virtueUnder the moon, can save the thing from deathThis is but scratch’d withal. I’ll touch my pointWith this contagion, that if I gall him slightly,It may be death.

KING.Let’s further think of this,Weigh what convenience both of time and meansMay fit us to our shape. If this should fail,And that our drift look through our bad performance.’Twere better not assay’d. Therefore this projectShould have a back or second, that might holdIf this did blast in proof. Soft, let me see.We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings,—I ha’t! When in your motion you are hot and dry,As make your bouts more violent to that end,And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepar’d himA chalice for the nonce; whereon but sipping,If he by chance escape your venom’d stuck,Our purpose may hold there.

Enter Queen.

How now, sweet Queen?

QUEEN.One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,So fast they follow. Your sister’s drown’d, Laertes.

LAERTES.Drown’d! O, where?

QUEEN.There is a willow grows aslant a brook,That shows his hoary leaves in the glassy stream.There with fantastic garlands did she makeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them.There on the pendant boughs her coronet weedsClamb’ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,When down her weedy trophies and herselfFell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,And mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up,Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes,As one incapable of her own distress,Or like a creature native and induedUnto that element. But long it could not beTill that her garments, heavy with their drink,Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious layTo muddy death.

LAERTES.Alas, then she is drown’d?

QUEEN.Drown’d, drown’d.

LAERTES.Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears. But yetIt is our trick; nature her custom holds,Let shame say what it will. When these are gone,The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord,I have a speech of fire, that fain would blaze,But that this folly douts it.

[_Exit._]

KING.Let’s follow, Gertrude;How much I had to do to calm his rage!Now fear I this will give it start again;Therefore let’s follow.

[_Exeunt._]

ACT V

SCENE I. A churchyard.

Enter two Clowns with spades, &c.

FIRST CLOWN.Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when she wilfully seeks herown salvation?

SECOND CLOWN.I tell thee she is, and therefore make her grave straight. The crownerhath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial.

FIRST CLOWN.How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence?

SECOND CLOWN.Why, ’tis found so.

FIRST CLOWN.It must be _se offendendo_, it cannot be else. For here lies the point:if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act: and an act hath threebranches. It is to act, to do, and to perform: argal, she drownedherself wittingly.

SECOND CLOWN.Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,—

FIRST CLOWN.Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the man; good. Ifthe man go to this water and drown himself, it is, will he nill he, hegoes,—mark you that. But if the water come to him and drown him, hedrowns not himself. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own deathshortens not his own life.

SECOND CLOWN.But is this law?

FIRST CLOWN.Ay, marry, is’t, crowner’s quest law.

SECOND CLOWN.Will you ha’ the truth on’t? If this had not been a gentlewoman, sheshould have been buried out o’ Christian burial.

FIRST CLOWN.Why, there thou say’st. And the more pity that great folk should havecountenance in this world to drown or hang themselves more than theireven Christian. Come, my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen butgardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers: they hold up Adam’s profession.

SECOND CLOWN.Was he a gentleman?

FIRST CLOWN.He was the first that ever bore arms.

SECOND CLOWN.Why, he had none.

FIRST CLOWN.What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture? TheScripture says Adam digg’d. Could he dig without arms? I’ll put anotherquestion to thee. If thou answerest me not to the purpose, confessthyself—

SECOND CLOWN.Go to.

FIRST CLOWN.What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright,or the carpenter?

SECOND CLOWN.The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.

FIRST CLOWN.I like thy wit well in good faith, the gallows does well. But how doesit well? It does well to those that do ill. Now, thou dost ill to saythe gallows is built stronger than the church; argal, the gallows maydo well to thee. To’t again, come.

SECOND CLOWN.Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

FIRST CLOWN.Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.

SECOND CLOWN.Marry, now I can tell.

FIRST CLOWN.To’t.

SECOND CLOWN.Mass, I cannot tell.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance.

FIRST CLOWN.Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend hispace with beating; and when you are asked this question next, say ‘agrave-maker’. The houses he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee toYaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor.

[_Exit Second Clown._]

[_Digs and sings._]

In youth when I did love, did love,Methought it was very sweet;To contract, O, the time for, a, my behove,O methought there was nothing meet.

HAMLET.Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings atgrave-making?

HORATIO.Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

HAMLET.’Tis e’en so; the hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

FIRST CLOWN.[_Sings._]But age with his stealing stepsHath claw’d me in his clutch,And hath shipp’d me into the land,As if I had never been such.

[_Throws up a skull._]

HAMLET.That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the knave jowlsit to th’ ground, as if ’twere Cain’s jawbone, that did the firstmurder! This might be the pate of a politician which this ass nowo’er-offices, one that would circumvent God, might it not?

HORATIO.It might, my lord.

HAMLET.Or of a courtier, which could say ‘Good morrow, sweet lord! How dostthou, good lord?’ This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised mylord such-a-one’s horse when he meant to beg it, might it not?

HORATIO.Ay, my lord.

HAMLET.Why, e’en so: and now my Lady Worm’s; chapless, and knocked about themazard with a sexton’s spade. Here’s fine revolution, an we had thetrick to see’t. Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to playat loggets with ’em? Mine ache to think on’t.

FIRST CLOWN.[_Sings._]A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,For and a shrouding-sheet;O, a pit of clay for to be madeFor such a guest is meet.

[_Throws up another skull._]

HAMLET.There’s another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where behis quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock him about the sconcewith a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery?Hum. This fellow might be in’s time a great buyer of land, with hisstatutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, hisrecoveries. Is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of hisrecoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchersvouch him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than thelength and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of hislands will scarcely lie in this box; and must the inheritor himselfhave no more, ha?

HORATIO.Not a jot more, my lord.

HAMLET.Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?

HORATIO.Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.

HAMLET.They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I willspeak to this fellow.—Whose grave’s this, sir?

FIRST CLOWN.Mine, sir.[_Sings._]O, a pit of clay for to be madeFor such a guest is meet.

HAMLET.I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in’t.

FIRST CLOWN.You lie out on’t, sir, and therefore ’tis not yours.For my part, I do not lie in’t, yet it is mine.

HAMLET.Thou dost lie in’t, to be in’t and say it is thine. ’Tis for the dead,not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

FIRST CLOWN.’Tis a quick lie, sir; ’t will away again from me to you.

HAMLET.What man dost thou dig it for?

FIRST CLOWN.For no man, sir.

HAMLET.What woman then?

FIRST CLOWN.For none neither.

HAMLET.Who is to be buried in’t?

FIRST CLOWN.One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she’s dead.

HAMLET.How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or equivocationwill undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken noteof it, the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes sonear the heel of the courtier he galls his kibe.—How long hast thoubeen a grave-maker?

FIRST CLOWN.Of all the days i’ th’ year, I came to’t that day that our last KingHamlet o’ercame Fortinbras.

HAMLET.How long is that since?

FIRST CLOWN.Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very daythat young Hamlet was born,—he that is mad, and sent into England.

HAMLET.Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?

FIRST CLOWN.Why, because he was mad; he shall recover his wits there; or if he donot, it’s no great matter there.

HAMLET.Why?

FIRST CLOWN.’Twill not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.

HAMLET.How came he mad?

FIRST CLOWN.Very strangely, they say.

HAMLET.How strangely?

FIRST CLOWN.Faith, e’en with losing his wits.

HAMLET.Upon what ground?

FIRST CLOWN.Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirtyyears.

HAMLET.How long will a man lie i’ th’earth ere he rot?

FIRST CLOWN.Faith, if he be not rotten before he die,—as we have many pocky corsesnowadays that will scarce hold the laying in,—he will last you someeight year or nine year. A tanner will last you nine year.

HAMLET.Why he more than another?

FIRST CLOWN.Why, sir, his hide is so tann’d with his trade that he will keep outwater a great while. And your water is a sore decayer of your whoresondead body. Here’s a skull now; this skull hath lain in the earththree-and-twenty years.

HAMLET.Whose was it?

FIRST CLOWN.A whoreson, mad fellow’s it was. Whose do you think it was?

HAMLET.Nay, I know not.

FIRST CLOWN.A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! A pour’d a flagon of Rhenish on myhead once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the King’s jester.

HAMLET.This?

FIRST CLOWN.E’en that.

HAMLET.Let me see. [_Takes the skull._] Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him,Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hathborne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in myimagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that Ihave kiss’d I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols?your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tableon a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen?Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inchthick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.—Prithee,Horatio, tell me one thing.

HORATIO.What’s that, my lord?

HAMLET.Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this fashion i’ th’earth?

HORATIO.E’en so.

HAMLET.And smelt so? Pah!

[_Throws down the skull._]

HORATIO.E’en so, my lord.

HAMLET.To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination tracethe noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

HORATIO.’Twere to consider too curiously to consider so.

HAMLET.No, faith, not a jot. But to follow him thither with modesty enough,and likelihood to lead it; as thus. Alexander died, Alexander wasburied, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of earth wemake loam; and why of that loam whereto he was converted might they notstop a beer-barrel?Imperious Caesar, dead and turn’d to clay,Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.O, that that earth which kept the world in aweShould patch a wall t’expel the winter’s flaw.But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King.

Enter priests, &c, in procession; the corpse of Ophelia, Laertes andMourners following; King, Queen, their Trains, &c.

The Queen, the courtiers. Who is that they follow?And with such maimed rites? This doth betokenThe corse they follow did with desperate handFordo it own life. ’Twas of some estate.Couch we awhile and mark.

[_Retiring with Horatio._]

LAERTES.What ceremony else?

HAMLET.That is Laertes, a very noble youth. Mark.

LAERTES.What ceremony else?

PRIEST.Her obsequies have been as far enlarg’dAs we have warranties. Her death was doubtful;And but that great command o’ersways the order,She should in ground unsanctified have lodg’dTill the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.Yet here she is allowed her virgin rites,Her maiden strewments, and the bringing homeOf bell and burial.

LAERTES.Must there no more be done?

PRIEST.No more be done.We should profane the service of the deadTo sing sage requiem and such rest to herAs to peace-parted souls.

LAERTES.Lay her i’ th’earth,And from her fair and unpolluted fleshMay violets spring. I tell thee, churlish priest,A minist’ring angel shall my sister beWhen thou liest howling.

HAMLET.What, the fair Ophelia?

QUEEN.[_Scattering flowers._] Sweets to the sweet. Farewell.I hop’d thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife;I thought thy bride-bed to have deck’d, sweet maid,And not have strew’d thy grave.

LAERTES.O, treble woeFall ten times treble on that cursed headWhose wicked deed thy most ingenious senseDepriv’d thee of. Hold off the earth a while,Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.[_Leaps into the grave._]Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,Till of this flat a mountain you have made,To o’ertop old Pelion or the skyish headOf blue Olympus.

HAMLET.[_Advancing._]What is he whose griefBears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrowConjures the wand’ring stars, and makes them standLike wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,Hamlet the Dane.[_Leaps into the grave._]

LAERTES.[_Grappling with him._] The devil take thy soul!

HAMLET.Thou pray’st not well.I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;For though I am not splenative and rash,Yet have I in me something dangerous,Which let thy wiseness fear. Away thy hand!

KING.Pluck them asunder.

QUEEN.Hamlet! Hamlet!

All.Gentlemen!

HORATIO.Good my lord, be quiet.

[_The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave._]

HAMLET.Why, I will fight with him upon this themeUntil my eyelids will no longer wag.

QUEEN.O my son, what theme?

HAMLET.I lov’d Ophelia; forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

KING.O, he is mad, Laertes.

QUEEN.For love of God forbear him!

HAMLET.’Swounds, show me what thou’lt do:Woul’t weep? woul’t fight? woul’t fast? woul’t tear thyself?Woul’t drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?I’ll do’t. Dost thou come here to whine?To outface me with leaping in her grave?Be buried quick with her, and so will I.And if thou prate of mountains, let them throwMillions of acres on us, till our ground,Singeing his pate against the burning zone,Make Ossa like a wart. Nay, an thou’lt mouth,I’ll rant as well as thou.

QUEEN.This is mere madness:And thus awhile the fit will work on him;Anon, as patient as the female dove,When that her golden couplets are disclos’d,His silence will sit drooping.

HAMLET.Hear you, sir;What is the reason that you use me thus?I lov’d you ever. But it is no matter.Let Hercules himself do what he may,The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

[_Exit._]

KING.I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.

[_Exit Horatio._]

[_To Laertes_]Strengthen your patience in our last night’s speech;We’ll put the matter to the present push.—Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.This grave shall have a living monument.An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;Till then in patience our proceeding be.

[_Exeunt._]

SCENE II. A hall in the Castle.

Enter Hamlet and Horatio.

HAMLET.So much for this, sir. Now let me see the other;You do remember all the circumstance?

HORATIO.Remember it, my lord!

HAMLET.Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fightingThat would not let me sleep. Methought I layWorse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly,And prais’d be rashness for it,—let us know,Our indiscretion sometime serves us well,When our deep plots do pall; and that should teach usThere’s a divinity that shapes our ends,Rough-hew them how we will.

HORATIO.That is most certain.

HAMLET.Up from my cabin,My sea-gown scarf’d about me, in the darkGrop’d I to find out them; had my desire,Finger’d their packet, and in fine, withdrewTo mine own room again, making so bold,My fears forgetting manners, to unsealTheir grand commission; where I found, Horatio,Oh royal knavery! an exact command,Larded with many several sorts of reasons,Importing Denmark’s health, and England’s too,With ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,That on the supervise, no leisure bated,No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,My head should be struck off.

HORATIO.Is’t possible?

HAMLET.Here’s the commission, read it at more leisure.But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed?

HORATIO.I beseech you.

HAMLET.Being thus benetted round with villanies,—Or I could make a prologue to my brains,They had begun the play,—I sat me down,Devis’d a new commission, wrote it fair:I once did hold it, as our statists do,A baseness to write fair, and labour’d muchHow to forget that learning; but, sir, nowIt did me yeoman’s service. Wilt thou knowThe effect of what I wrote?

HORATIO.Ay, good my lord.

HAMLET.An earnest conjuration from the King,As England was his faithful tributary,As love between them like the palm might flourish,As peace should still her wheaten garland wearAnd stand a comma ’tween their amities,And many such-like ‘as’es of great charge,That on the view and know of these contents,Without debatement further, more or less,He should the bearers put to sudden death,Not shriving-time allow’d.

HORATIO.How was this seal’d?

HAMLET.Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.I had my father’s signet in my purse,Which was the model of that Danish seal:Folded the writ up in the form of the other,Subscrib’d it: gave’t th’impression; plac’d it safely,The changeling never known. Now, the next dayWas our sea-fight, and what to this was sequentThou know’st already.

HORATIO.So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t.

HAMLET.Why, man, they did make love to this employment.They are not near my conscience; their defeatDoes by their own insinuation grow.’Tis dangerous when the baser nature comesBetween the pass and fell incensed pointsOf mighty opposites.

HORATIO.Why, what a king is this!

HAMLET.Does it not, thinks’t thee, stand me now upon,—He that hath kill’d my king, and whor’d my mother,Popp’d in between th’election and my hopes,Thrown out his angle for my proper life,And with such cozenage—is’t not perfect conscienceTo quit him with this arm? And is’t not to be damn’dTo let this canker of our nature comeIn further evil?

HORATIO.It must be shortly known to him from EnglandWhat is the issue of the business there.

HAMLET.It will be short. The interim is mine;And a man’s life’s no more than to say ‘One’.But I am very sorry, good Horatio,That to Laertes I forgot myself;For by the image of my cause I seeThe portraiture of his. I’ll court his favours.But sure the bravery of his grief did put meInto a tow’ring passion.

HORATIO.Peace, who comes here?

Enter Osric.

OSRIC.Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.

HAMLET.I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this waterfly?

HORATIO.No, my good lord.

HAMLET.Thy state is the more gracious; for ’tis a vice to know him. He hathmuch land, and fertile; let a beast be lord of beasts, and his cribshall stand at the king’s mess; ’tis a chough; but, as I say, spaciousin the possession of dirt.

OSRIC.Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thingto you from his Majesty.

HAMLET.I will receive it with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to hisright use; ’tis for the head.

OSRIC.I thank your lordship, ’tis very hot.

HAMLET.No, believe me, ’tis very cold, the wind is northerly.

OSRIC.It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

HAMLET.Methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.

OSRIC.Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,—as ’twere—I cannot tell how.But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid agreat wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter,—

HAMLET.I beseech you, remember,—

[_Hamlet moves him to put on his hat._]

OSRIC.Nay, in good faith; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newlycome to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of mostexcellent differences, of very soft society and great showing. Indeed,to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry; foryou shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.

HAMLET.Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I know, todivide him inventorially would dizzy th’arithmetic of memory, and yetbut yaw neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity ofextolment, I take him to be a soul of great article and his infusion ofsuch dearth and rareness as, to make true diction of him, his semblableis his mirror and who else would trace him his umbrage, nothing more.

OSRIC.Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.

HAMLET.The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawerbreath?

OSRIC.Sir?

HORATIO.Is’t not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do’t, sir,really.

HAMLET.What imports the nomination of this gentleman?

OSRIC.Of Laertes?

HORATIO.His purse is empty already, all’s golden words are spent.

HAMLET.Of him, sir.

OSRIC.I know you are not ignorant,—

HAMLET.I would you did, sir; yet in faith if you did, it would not muchapprove me. Well, sir?

OSRIC.You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is,—

HAMLET.I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence;but to know a man well were to know himself.

OSRIC.I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him, by themin his meed he’s unfellowed.

HAMLET.What’s his weapon?

OSRIC.Rapier and dagger.

HAMLET.That’s two of his weapons. But well.

OSRIC.The King, sir, hath wager’d with him six Barbary horses, against thewhich he has imponed, as I take it, six French rapiers and poniards,with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so. Three of the carriages,in faith, are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, mostdelicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.

HAMLET.What call you the carriages?

HORATIO.I knew you must be edified by the margin ere you had done.

OSRIC.The carriages, sir, are the hangers.

HAMLET.The phrase would be more german to the matter if we could carry cannonby our sides. I would it might be hangers till then. But on. SixBarbary horses against six French swords, their assigns, and threeliberal conceited carriages: that’s the French bet against the Danish.Why is this all imponed, as you call it?

OSRIC.The King, sir, hath laid that in a dozen passes between you and him, heshall not exceed you three hits. He hath laid on twelve for nine. Andit would come to immediate trial if your lordship would vouchsafe theanswer.

HAMLET.How if I answer no?

OSRIC.I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.

HAMLET.Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty, it is thebreathing time of day with me. Let the foils be brought, the gentlemanwilling, and the King hold his purpose, I will win for him if I can; ifnot, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.

OSRIC.Shall I re-deliver you e’en so?

HAMLET.To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will.

OSRIC.I commend my duty to your lordship.

HAMLET.Yours, yours.

[_Exit Osric._]

He does well to commend it himself, there are no tongues else for’sturn.

HORATIO.This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

HAMLET.He did comply with his dug before he suck’d it. Thus has he,—and manymore of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes on,— only gotthe tune of the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yeastycollection, which carries them through and through the most fanned andwinnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles areout.

Enter a Lord.

LORD.My lord, his Majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who bringsback to him that you attend him in the hall. He sends to know if yourpleasure hold to play with Laertes or that you will take longer time.

HAMLET.I am constant to my purposes, they follow the King’s pleasure. If hisfitness speaks, mine is ready. Now or whensoever, provided I be so ableas now.

LORD.The King and Queen and all are coming down.

HAMLET.In happy time.

LORD.The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to Laertesbefore you fall to play.

HAMLET.She well instructs me.

[_Exit Lord._]

HORATIO.You will lose this wager, my lord.

HAMLET.I do not think so. Since he went into France, I have been in continualpractice. I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how illall’s here about my heart: but it is no matter.

HORATIO.Nay, good my lord.

HAMLET.It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving as wouldperhaps trouble a woman.

HORATIO.If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repairhither, and say you are not fit.

HAMLET.Not a whit, we defy augury. There’s a special providence in the fall ofa sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, itwill be now; if it be not now, yet it will come. The readiness is all.Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is’t to leave betimes?

Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osric and Attendants with foils &c.

KING.Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.

[_The King puts Laertes’s hand into Hamlet’s._]

HAMLET.Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;But pardon’t as you are a gentleman.This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,How I am punish’d with sore distraction.What I have doneThat might your nature, honour, and exceptionRoughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.Was’t Hamlet wrong’d Laertes? Never Hamlet.If Hamlet from himself be ta’en away,And when he’s not himself does wrong Laertes,Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.Who does it, then? His madness. If’t be so,Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong’d;His madness is poor Hamlet’s enemy.Sir, in this audience,Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d evilFree me so far in your most generous thoughtsThat I have shot my arrow o’er the houseAnd hurt my brother.

LAERTES.I am satisfied in nature,Whose motive in this case should stir me mostTo my revenge. But in my terms of honourI stand aloof, and will no reconcilementTill by some elder masters of known honourI have a voice and precedent of peaceTo keep my name ungor’d. But till that timeI do receive your offer’d love like love,And will not wrong it.

HAMLET.I embrace it freely,And will this brother’s wager frankly play.—Give us the foils; come on.

LAERTES.Come, one for me.

HAMLET.I’ll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignoranceYour skill shall like a star i’ th’ darkest night,Stick fiery off indeed.

LAERTES.You mock me, sir.

HAMLET.No, by this hand.

KING.Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,You know the wager?

HAMLET.Very well, my lord.Your Grace has laid the odds o’ the weaker side.

KING.I do not fear it. I have seen you both;But since he is better’d, we have therefore odds.

LAERTES.This is too heavy. Let me see another.

HAMLET.This likes me well. These foils have all a length?

[_They prepare to play._]

OSRIC.Ay, my good lord.

KING.Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.If Hamlet give the first or second hit,Or quit in answer of the third exchange,Let all the battlements their ordnance fire;The King shall drink to Hamlet’s better breath,And in the cup an union shall he throwRicher than that which four successive kingsIn Denmark’s crown have worn. Give me the cups;And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,The trumpet to the cannoneer without,The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth,‘Now the King drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin.And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.

HAMLET.Come on, sir.

LAERTES.Come, my lord.

[_They play._]

HAMLET.One.

LAERTES.No.

HAMLET.Judgement.

OSRIC.A hit, a very palpable hit.

LAERTES.Well; again.

KING.Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;Here’s to thy health.

[_Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within._]

Give him the cup.

HAMLET.I’ll play this bout first; set it by awhile.

[_They play._]

Come. Another hit; what say you?

LAERTES.A touch, a touch, I do confess.

KING.Our son shall win.

QUEEN.He’s fat, and scant of breath.Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

HAMLET.Good madam.

KING.Gertrude, do not drink.

QUEEN.I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me.

KING.[_Aside._] It is the poison’d cup; it is too late.

HAMLET.I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by.

QUEEN.Come, let me wipe thy face.

LAERTES.My lord, I’ll hit him now.

KING.I do not think’t.

LAERTES.[_Aside._] And yet ’tis almost ’gainst my conscience.

HAMLET.Come for the third, Laertes. You do but dally.I pray you pass with your best violence.I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

LAERTES.Say you so? Come on.

[_They play._]

OSRIC.Nothing neither way.

LAERTES.Have at you now.

[_Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, andHamlet wounds Laertes._]

KING.Part them; they are incens’d.

HAMLET.Nay, come again!

[_The Queen falls._]

OSRIC.Look to the Queen there, ho!

HORATIO.They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?

OSRIC.How is’t, Laertes?

LAERTES.Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric.I am justly kill’d with mine own treachery.

HAMLET.How does the Queen?

KING.She swoons to see them bleed.

QUEEN.No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!The drink, the drink! I am poison’d.

[_Dies._]

HAMLET.O villany! Ho! Let the door be lock’d:Treachery! Seek it out.

[_Laertes falls._]

LAERTES.It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain.No medicine in the world can do thee good.In thee there is not half an hour of life;The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,Unbated and envenom’d. The foul practiceHath turn’d itself on me. Lo, here I lie,Never to rise again. Thy mother’s poison’d.I can no more. The King, the King’s to blame.

HAMLET.The point envenom’d too!Then, venom, to thy work.

[_Stabs the King._]

OSRIC and LORDS.Treason! treason!

KING.O yet defend me, friends. I am but hurt.

HAMLET.Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?Follow my mother.

[_King dies._]

LAERTES.He is justly serv’d.It is a poison temper’d by himself.Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,Nor thine on me.

[_Dies._]

HAMLET.Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu.You that look pale and tremble at this chance,That are but mutes or audience to this act,Had I but time,—as this fell sergeant, death,Is strict in his arrest,—O, I could tell you,—But let it be. Horatio, I am dead,Thou liv’st; report me and my cause arightTo the unsatisfied.

HORATIO.Never believe it.I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.Here’s yet some liquor left.

HAMLET.As th’art a man,Give me the cup. Let go; by Heaven, I’ll have’t.O good Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me.If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,Absent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story.

[_March afar off, and shot within._]

What warlike noise is this?

OSRIC.Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,To the ambassadors of England givesThis warlike volley.

HAMLET.O, I die, Horatio.The potent poison quite o’er-crows my spirit:I cannot live to hear the news from England,But I do prophesy th’election lightsOn Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.So tell him, with the occurrents more and less,Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

[_Dies._]

HORATIO.Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.Why does the drum come hither?

[_March within._]

Enter Fortinbras, the English Ambassadors and others.

FORTINBRAS.Where is this sight?

HORATIO.What is it you would see?If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.

FORTINBRAS.This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,That thou so many princes at a shotSo bloodily hast struck?

FIRST AMBASSADOR.The sight is dismal;And our affairs from England come too late.The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,To tell him his commandment is fulfill’d,That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.Where should we have our thanks?

HORATIO.Not from his mouth,Had it th’ability of life to thank you.He never gave commandment for their death.But since, so jump upon this bloody question,You from the Polack wars, and you from EnglandAre here arriv’d, give order that these bodiesHigh on a stage be placed to the view,And let me speak to th’ yet unknowing worldHow these things came about. So shall you hearOf carnal, bloody and unnatural acts,Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,Of deaths put on by cunning and forc’d cause,And, in this upshot, purposes mistookFall’n on the inventors’ heads. All this can ITruly deliver.

FORTINBRAS.Let us haste to hear it,And call the noblest to the audience.For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.

HORATIO.Of that I shall have also cause to speak,And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.But let this same be presently perform’d,Even while men’s minds are wild, lest more mischanceOn plots and errors happen.

FORTINBRAS.Let four captainsBear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage,For he was likely, had he been put on,To have prov’d most royally; and for his passage,The soldiers’ music and the rites of warSpeak loudly for him.Take up the bodies. Such a sight as thisBecomes the field, but here shows much amiss.Go, bid the soldiers shoot.

[_A dead march._]

[_Exeunt, bearing off the bodies, after which a peal of ordnance isshot off._]