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Have heaven and earth together démonstrated Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. Unto our climatures and countrymen.
But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill : Re-enter Ghost.
Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, But soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Let us impart what we have seen to-night I 'll cross it, though it blast me. — Stay, illusion ! Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life, If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. Speak to me:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, If there be any good thing to be done,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ? That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning Speak to me:
know If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Where we shall find him most convenient. Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
[Exeunt. O, speak! Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
SCENE II. --The same. A Room of State in the For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
same. [Cock crows. Speak of it: stay, and speak ! — Stop it, Mar
Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS,
LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, LORDS, cellus ! Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ?
and Attendants. Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's Ber. 'Tis here!
death Hor. 'T is here !
The memory be green; and that it us befitted Mar. ’T is gone!
[Exit Ghost. To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To be contracted in one brow of woe; To offer it the show of violence;
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
That we with wisest sorrow think on him, And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Together with remembrance of ourselves. Ber. It was about to speak when the cock Therefore, our sometimes sister, now our queen, crew.
The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing Have we, as 't were, with a defeated joy Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, (With one auspicious, and one dropping eye, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat In equal scale weighing delight and dole), Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Taken to wife: nor have we herein barred Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone The extravagant and erring spirit hies
With this affair along :- for all, our thanks. To his confine: and of the truth herein
Now follows that you know, young Fortinbras, This present object made probation.
Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Wherein our Savior's birth is celebrated,
Colleaguéd with this dream of his advantage, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: He hath not failed to pester us with message, And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; Importing the surrender of those lands The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, Lost by his father, with all bands of law, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; To our most valiant brother.- So much for him. So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.
Thus much the business is :- We have here writ King. How is it that the clouds still hang on To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, –
you? Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the Of this his nephew's purpose, — to suppress
sun. His further gait herein; in that the levies,
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy night-like color The lists, and full proportions, are all made
off, Out of his subject :- and we here despatch And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, Do not forever, with thy vailéd lids, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Giving to you no further personal power
Thou know'st 't is common; all that live must die, To business with the king, more than the scope Passing through nature to eternity. Of these dilated articles allow.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
Cor. In that, and all things, will we shew Why seems it so particular with thee?
| Ham. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell. I
seems. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? Nor customary suits of solemn black, You told us of some suit; what is ’t, Laertes ? Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, — You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Laertes,
Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ? That can denote me truly. These, indeed, seem; The head is not more native to the heart, For they are actions that a man might play: The hand more instrumental to the mouth, But I have that within which passeth show; Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. These but the trappings and the suits of woe. What wouldst thou have, Laertes ?
King. 'T is sweet and commendable in your Laer. My dread lord,
nature, Hamlet, Your leave and favor to return to France; To give these mourning duties to your father : From whence, though willingly I came to Den- But, you must know, your father lost a father ; mark,
That father lost his : and the survivor bound To shew my duty in your coronation ;
In filial obligation, for some term Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
To do obsequious sorrow : but to perséver My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, In obstinate condolement, is a course And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Of impious stubbornness; 't is unmanly grief: King. Have you your father's leave? what says It shews a will most incorrect to heaven : Polonius?
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient; Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow An understanding simple and unschooled. leave,
For what we know must be, and is as common My laborsome petition ; and, at last,
As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Upon his will I sealed my hard consent: Why should we, in our peevish opposition, I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
Take it to heart? Fie! 't is a fault to heaven, King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, thine,
To reason most absurd; whose common theme And thy best graces : spend it at thy will.-- Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son : From the first corse till he that died to day, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than “ This must be so." We pray you, throw to earth kind.
[Aside. This unprevailing woe; and think of us
As of a father : for let the world take note, Would have mourned longer,-married with mine You are the most immediate to our throne;
uncle, And with no less nobility of love
My father's brother; but no more like my father Than that which dearest father bears his son, Than I to Hercules :— within a month, Do I impart towards you. — For your intent Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears In going back to school in Wittenberg,
Had left the flushing in her galléd eyes, It is most retrograde to our desire :
She married :-( most wicked speed, to post And, we beseech you, bend you to remain With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet :
Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. I pray thee stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. Ham. I am glad to see you well:
King. Why, 't is a loving and a fair reply; Horatio, - or I do forget myself. Be as ourself in Denmark.—Madam, come; Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
ever. Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
name with you. But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ?And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Marcellus ? Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come, away! | Mar. My good lord, —
[Exeunt King, QUEEN, Lords, &c. POLONIUS, Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, and LAERTES.
sir. — Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so; His canon 'gainst self-slaughter !-O God, O God! Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,
To make it truster of your own report Seem to me all the uses of this world !
Against yourself: I know you are no truant. Fie on't, 0 fie! 't is an unweeded garden, But what is your affair in Elsinore ? That grows to seed; things rank and gross in We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. nature
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's fuPossess it merely. - That it should come to this!
neral. But two months dead ! nay, not so much, not two: Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellowSo excellent a king; that was, to this,
student: Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, I think it was to see my mother's wedding. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral baked Must I remember? — why, she would hang on him
meats: As if increase of appetite had grown
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. By what it fed on : and yet, within a month, - 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Let me not think on 't; — Frailty, thy name is Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio. woman !
My father ! methinks I see my father. A little month; or ere those shoes were old
Hor. O, where, With which she followed my poor father's body, My lord ? Like Niobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio ? O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, | Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
Mar. Longer, longer.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, Ham. Armed, say you ? I shall not look upon his like again.
Al. Armed, my lord. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham.
From top to toe? Ham. Saw who?
AU. My lord, from head to foot. Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. Then saw you not his face ? Ham. The king my father!
Hor. O yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. Hor. Season your admiration for a while Ham. What, looked he frowningly? With an attent ear; till I may deliver,
Hor. A countenance more Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
In sorrow than in anger. This marvel to you.
Ham. Pale, or red ? Ham. For heaven's love, let me hear!
Hor. Nay, very pale.
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham. Very like,
Very like. Stayed it long? Appears before them, and, with solemn march, 1 Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walked a hundred. By their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes, Within his truncheon's length : whilst they, be Ber. " chilled
Hor. Not when I saw it. Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Ham. His beard was grizzled ? — no? Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me! Hor. It was as I have seen it in his life, In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
A sable silvered. And I with them the third night kept the watch: Ham. I will watch to-night Where, as they had delivered, both in time, Perchance 'twill walk again. Form of the thing, each word made true and good, | Hor. I warrant it will. The apparition comes. I knew your father : | Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, These hands are not more like.
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, Ham. But where was this?
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, Mar. My lord, upon the platform, where we If you have hitherto concealed this sight, watched.
Let it be tenable in your silence still; Ham. Did you not speak to it?
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Hor. My lord, I did;
Give it an understanding, but no tongue : But answer made it none: yet once, methought, I will requite your loves. So, fare you well : It lifted up its head, and did address
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, Itself to motion, like as it would speak :
I'll visit you.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you; farewell. And vanished from our sight.
[Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and Ham. 'Tis very strange.
BERNARDO. Hor. As I do live, my honored lord, 't is true; My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well And we did think it writ down in our duty, I doubt some foul play: 'would the night were To let you know of it.
come! Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Till then, sit still my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Hold you the watch to-night ?
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's All. We do, my lord
[Exit SCENE III. — A Room in Polonius' House. | Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Be wary, then : best safety lies in fear:
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
As watchman to my heart : 'but good, my brother, And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, But let me hear from you.
Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Oph. Do you doubt that ?
Whilst, like a puffed and reckless libertine, Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood;
And recks not his own read.
Laer. O, fear me not.
A double blessing is a double grace;.
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes,
shame; The inward service of the mind and soul
The winds sits in the shoulder of your sail, Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now; And you are stayed for: there, — my blessing And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
with you: The virtue of his will : but you must fear :
[Laying his hand on LAERTES' head. His greatness weighed, his will is not his own; And these few precepts in thy memory For he himself is subject to his birth :
Look thou charácter. Give thy thoughts no He may not, as unvalued persons do,
tongue, Carve for himself; for on his choice depends Nor any unproportioned thought his act. The sanctity and the health of the whole state; Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. · And therefore must his choice be circumscribed The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Unto the voice and yielding of that body . Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; Whereof he is the head : then, if he says he loves But do not dull thy palm with entertainment you,
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. BeIt fits your wisdom so far to believe it
ware As he in his particular sect and force
Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, May give his saying deed; which is no further Bear it that the opposer may beware of thee. Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain, Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgIf with too credent ear you list his songs;
ment. Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, To his unmastered importunity.
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: Fear it, Ophelia ; fear it, my dear sister; For the apparel oft proclaims the man; And keep within the rear of your affection, And they in France, of the best rank and staOut of the shot and danger of desire.
tion, The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
Are of a most select and generous choice in that. If she unmask her beauty to the moon :
Neither a borrower nor a lender be: Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes : For loan oft loses both itself and friend; The canker galls the infants of the spring, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Too oft before their buttons be disclosed; This above all, — to thine ownself be true; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, And it must follow, as the night the day,