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Queen. Be thou assured, if words be made of Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard breath,
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
And in one line two crafts directly meet ! -
I'll lug the guts into the neighbor room. —
Mother, good night. — Indeed, this counselor Ham. There's letters sealed : and my two Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, schoolfellows,
Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Whom I will trust as I will adders fanged, - Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you. — They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, Good night, mother. And marshal me to knavery :- let it work;
[Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in For 't is the sport, to have the engineer
SCENE I. — Elsinore. — A Room in the Castle. We would not understand what was most fit;
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? King. There's matter in these sighs; these pro- Queen. To draw apart the body he hath killed : found heaves
O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
Shews itself pure; he weeps for what is done. Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while.— King. O, Gertrude, come away! [To ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN, The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, who go out.
But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! We must, with all our majesty and skill,
King. What, Gertrude ? - How does Hamlet? | Both countenance and excuse. — Ho, GuildenQueen. Mad as the sea and wind, when both
stern! contend Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit,
Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Behind the arras hearing something stir, Friends both, go join you with some further aid : Whips out his rapier, cries, “ A rat, a rat!” Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
And from his mother's closet hath he dragged The unseen good old man.
him : King. O heavy deed !
Go, seek him out; speak fair, nd bring the It had been so with us, had we been there :
body His liberty is full of threats to all;
Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. To you yourself, to us, to every one.
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answered ? Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends ; It will be laid to us, whose providence
And let them know, both what we mean to do, Should have kept short, restrained, and out of And what's untimely done : so, haply, slander, haunt,
Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, This mad young man: but so much was our love, As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poisoned shot, — may miss our SCENE III. — Another Room in the same. name,
Enter King, attended. And hit tke woundless air. O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. [Exeunt. King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose ! SCENE II. – Another Room in the same. Yet must not we put the strong law on him :
He's loved of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; Ham. — Safely stowed, —
And where 't is so, the offender's scourge is
weighed, ROSENCRANTZ, &c., within.
But never the offense. To bear all smooth and Hamlet ! lord Hamlet !
even, Ham. But soft; what noişe? who calls on This sudden sending him away must seem Hamlet?—0, here they come.
Deliberate pause : diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are relieved,
Enter ROSENCRANTZ. dead body? Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 't is Or not at all. — How now? what hath befallen ? kin.
| Ros. Where the dead body is bestowed, my Ros. Tell us where 't is; that we may take it lord, thence,
We cannot get from him. And bear it to the chapel.
King. But where is he? Ham. Do not believe it.
Ros. Without, my lord; guarded to know your Ros. Believe what ?
pleasure. Ham. That I can keep your counsel, and not King. Bring him before us. mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! Ros. Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
— what replication should be made by the son of a king?
Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN. Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord ?
Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's coun King. Now, Hamlet, where 's Polonius ? tenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such Ham. At supper. officers do the king best service in the end : he King. At supper ! — where ?, keeps them like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten : first mouthed, to be last swallowed : when he needs a certain convocation of palated worms are e'en at what you have gleaned, it iš but squeezing you, him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
we fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourRos. I understand you not, my lord.
selves for maggots : your fat king, and your lean Ham. I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps beggar, is but variable service; two dishes, but to in a foolish ear.
one table; that 's the end. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body King. Alas, alas! is, and go with us to the king.
Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath Ham. The body is with the king, but the king eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of is not with the body. The king is a thing - that worm. Guil. A thing, my lord ?
King. What dost thou mean by this? Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, Ham. Nothing, but to shew you how a king and all after.
[Exeunt. may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. 172
King. Where is Polonius?
SCENE IV. - A Plain in Denmark. Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i’ the other
Enter FORTINBRAS, and Forces, marching. place yourself. But, indeed, if you find him not For. Go, captain, from me, greet the Danish within this month, you shall nose him as you go i
king; up the stairs into the lobby.
Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras King. Go seek him there. [To some Attendants. Craves the conveyance of a promised march Ham. He will stay till you come.
Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
[E.xeunt Attendants. If that his majesty would aught with us, King. Hamlet, this deed, — for thine especial We shall express our duty in his eye ; safety,
And let him know so. Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
Cap. I will do’t, my lord. For that which thou hast done, - must send thee For. Go softly on. hence
[Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Forces. With fiery quickness: therefore, prepare thyself;
Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENThe bark is ready, and the wind at help, Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
STERN, &c. For England.
Ham. Good sir, whose powers are these ? Ham. For England ?
Cap. They are of Norway, sir. King. Ay, Hamlet.
Ham. How purposed, sir, Ham. Good.
I pray you? King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. I Cap. Against some part of Poland.
Ham. I see a cherub that sees them. But Ham. Who commands them, sir? come; for England ! — Farewell, dear mother. Cap. The nephew to old Norway, — Fortinbras. King. Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Ham. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir, Ham. My mother. Father and mother is man Or for some frontier ? and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, mother. Come, for England.
[Exit. We go to gain a little patch of ground King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with That hath in it no profit but the name. speed aboard ;
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it; Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night: Nor will it yield to Norway, or the Pole, Away; for everything is sealed and done
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. That else leans on the affair : pray you, make Ham. Why, then the Polack never will defend haste.
it. • [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Cap. Yes, 't is already garrisoned. And, England, if my love thou hold’st at aught Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thou(As my great power thereof may give thee sense; sand ducats, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
Will not debate the question of this straw ! After the Danish sword, and thy free awe This is the imposthume of much wealth and Pays homage to us), thou mayst not coldly set
peace; Our sovereign process; which imports at full, That inward breaks, and shews no cause without By letters cónjuring to that effect,
Why the man dies. — I humbly thank you, sir. The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; | Cap. God be wi' you, sir.
[Exit. For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
Ros. Will’t please you go, my lord ? And thou must cure me: till I know 't is done, Ham. I will be with you straight. Go a little Howe'er my haps, my joys will ne'er begin.
before. [Exit. [Excunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. | How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats If his chief good, and market of his time,
her heart; Be but to sleep and feed? — a beast, no more. Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in Sure He that made us with such large discourse, I doubt, Looking before and after, gave us not
That carry but half sense : her speech is nothing, That capability and god-like reason
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts ;
Indeed would make one think, there might be And ever three parts coward, - I do not know I thought, Why yet I live to say, “ This thing 's to do;” Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and Queen. 'T were good she were spoken with ; for means,
she may strew . To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds : Witness this army of such mass and charge, Let her come in.
[E.cit HORATIO. Led by a delicate and tender prince;
To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puffed, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : Makes mouths at the invisible event;
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA.
Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of DenBut greatly to find quarrel in a straw,
mark? When honor's at the stake. How stand I then, Queen. How now, Ophelia ? That have a father killed, a mother stained,
OPHELIA sings. Excitements of my reason and my blood,
How should I your true love know And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
From another one ? The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
By his cockle-hat and staff,
And his sandal-shoon.
Queen. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this Which is not tomb enough and continent
song? To hide the slain ! -0, from this time forth,
Oph. Say you? nay, pray you, mark: My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a green grass turf, SCENE V.- Elsinore. A Room in the Castle.
At his heels a stone.
0, ho! Enter QUEEN and HORATIO.
Queen. Nay, but Ophelia, — Queen. I will not speak with her.
Oph. Pray you, mark : Hor. She is importunate; indeed, distract;
White his shroud as the mountain snow, -
Queen. Alas, look here, my lord.