Polonius That did (I) I (did) my lord, and was accounted a good actor. Hamlet 101 What did you enact? Polonius I did enact Julius Caesar, I was killed i' th' Capitol,(:) Brutus killed me. Hamlet It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there,(.) Be the players ready? Rosencrantz 106 Ay my lord, they stay upon your patience. Queen Come hither my dear (good) Hamlet, sit by me. Hamlet No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. Polonius Oh ho, do you mark that.(?) Hamlet 110 Lady<,> shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia No my lord. Hamlet Do you think I meant country matters? Ophelia 115 I think nothing<,> my lord. Hamlet That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia What is my lord? Hamlet Nothing. Ophelia 120 You are merry, my lord.(?) Hamlet Who I? Ophelia Ay my lord. Hamlet Î God<,> your only jig-maker,(:) what should a man do but be merry,(.) for look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours. Ophelia 127 Nay, 'tis twice two months<,> my lord. Hamlet So long,(?) nay then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables;(.) î heavens,(!) die two months ago, and not forgotten yet,(?) Then there's hope a great man's memory<,> may outlive his life half a year,(:) but by'r Lady he must build churches then,(:) or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby- horse, whose epitaph is, for o, for o, the hobby-horse is forgot. {The trumpets sounds. Dumb show follows.} 136 Enter a King and {a} Queene,( very lovingly;) the Queen embracing him{, and he her},(.) he takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck,(.) {he} lies him down upon a bank of flowers,(.) she seeing him asleep, leaves him.(:) Anon come in {another man} , takes off his crown, kisses it, pours (and powers) poison in the sleeper's (Kings) ears, and {leaves him:} the Queen returns, finds the King dead, makes passionate action,{.) the poi- soner <,> with some {three or four} come in again, seem to condole (lament) with her,(.) the dead body is carried away,(;) the poisoner wooes the Queen with giAs, she seems harsh (loath and unwilling) awhile, but in the end<,> accepts love. Ophelia 151 What means this<,> my lord? Hamlet Marry, this is munching (miching) mallecho, it (that) means mischief. Ophelia Belike this show imports the argument of the play.(?) Hamlet 155 We shall know by this (these) fellow,(:) {Enter Prologue.} the players cannot keep , they'll tell all. Ophelia Will he (they) tell us what this show meant? Hamlet Ay, or any show that you'll show him,(.) be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Ophelia 161 You are naught, you are naught, I'll mark the play. Prologue For us<,> and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency,(:) We beg your hearing patiently. Hamlet 165 Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia 'Tis brief my lord. Hamlet As woman's love. Enter +two Players:+ King and Queene. +Player+ King Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round<,> Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,(:) 170 And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen<,> About the world have times twelve thirties been<,> Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual<,> in most sacred bands. +Player+ Queen (Bap.) So many journeys may the sun and moon 175 Make us again count o'er ere love be done,(.) But woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from our (your) formem state, That I distrust you,(:) yet though I distrust, Discomfort you,( ()my lord,()) it nothing must.(:) 180 {For women fear too much, even as they love,} And (For) women's fear and love<,> hold quantity, {Eyther non,} in neither aught, or in extremity,(:) Now what my Lord (love) is<,> proof hath made you know, And as my love is sized, my fear is so,(.) 185 {Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear, Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.} +Player+ King Faith I must leave thee love, and shortly too,(:) My operant powers their (my) functions leave to do,(:) And thou shall live in this fair world behind, 190 Honour'd, beloved, and haply one as kind,(.) For husband shalt thou.(-) +Player+ Queen (Âàð.) Î confound the rest,<:> Such love must needs be treason in my breast,(:) In second husband let me be accurst, None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. Hamlet 195 That's (Wormwood,) wormwood. +Player Queen+ <Âàð.> The instances that second marriage move<,> Are base respects of thrift, but none of love,(.) A second time<,> I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed. +Player+ King 200 I do believe you<.> think what now you speak,(:) But what we do determine, oft we break,(:) Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity,(:) Which now the (like) fruit unripe sticks on the tree, 205 But fall, unshaken<,> when they mellow be. Most necessary tis<,> that we forget To pay ourselves<,> what to ourselves is debt,(:) What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose,(.) 210 The violence of either{,} (other) grief{,} or joy, Their own enactures (ennactors) with themselves destroy,(:) Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament,(;) Grief ioy (joys), joy grieves{,} on slender accident,(:) This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange{,} 215 That even our loves should with our fortunes change:(.) For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark his favorite (favourites) flies, The poor advanced, makes friends of enemies,(:) 220 And hitherto doth love on fortune tend, For who not needs, shall never lack a friend,(:) And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy. But orderly to end<,> where I begun, 225 Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own,(.) So think thou wilt no second husband wed,(.) But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. +Player+ Queen (Âàð.) 230 Nor earth to {me give} food, nor heaven light, Sport and repose lock from me day and night,(:) {To desperation turn my trust and hope, And anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,} Each opposite that blanks the face of joy, 235 Meet what I would have well and it destroy,(:) Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If once {I be} a widow, ever I be {a} wife. Hamlet If she should break it now. +Player+ King 'Tis deeply sworn,î sweet<,> leave me here awhile, 240 My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep. +Player+ Queen (Âàð.) Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain. Exeunt (Exit). Hamlet Madam, how like you this play? Queen The lady {doth} protest too much, methinks. Hamlet 245 Î but she'll keep her word. King Have you heard the argument?(,) is there no of- fence in 't? Hamlet No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest, no offence i' th' world. King 250 What do you call the play? Hamlet The Mousetrap,(:) marry how tropically,(:) this play is the image of a murder done in Vienna,(:) Gon- zago is the duke's name, his wife Baptista,(:) you shall see anon,(:) 'tis a knavish piece of work,(:) but what of that? your majesty<,> and we that have free souls, it touches us not,(:) let the galled jade wince,î our with- ers are unwrung. 257 This is one Lucianus{,} nephew to the king. {Enter Lucianus.} Ophelia You are {as good as a} chorus<,> my lord. Hamlet I could interpret between you and your love<:> if I could see the puppets dallying. Ophelia 261 You are keen my lord, you are keen. Hamlet It would cost you a groaning<,> to take off my edge. Ophelia Still better and worse. Hamlet 265 So you mistake husbands. Begin, murderer,(.) leave thy damnable faces<,> and begin,(.) come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. Lucianus Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,(:) 270 Considerat (Confederate) season<,> else<,> no creature seeing,(:) Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban<,> thrice blasted, thrice inuected (infected), Thy natural magic, and dire property, On wholesome life usurp(s) immediately. Hamlet 275 Íå poisons him i' th' garden for his estate,(:) his names Gonzago,(:) the story is extant{,] and writ{ten} in {very} choice Italian,(.) you shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Ophelia The king rises. Queen How fares my lord? Polonius Give o'er the play. King Give me some light,(.) away. Polonius (All) Lights, lights, lights! Exeunt all but (manet) Hamlet & Horatio. Hamlet 285 Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play,(:) For some must watch<,> while some must sleep,(;) Thus (So) runs the world away. Would not this sir<,> & a forest of feathers, if the rest of my fortunes turn turk with me,î with provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellow- ship in a cry of players ?(.) Horatio 293 Half a share. Hamlet A whole one I.(,) For thou dost know<:> î Damon dear<,> This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself, and now reigns here<.> A very very pajock. Horatio You might have rhymed. Hamlet 300 Î good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Horatio Very well, my lord. Hamlet Upon the talk of the poisoning.(?) Horatio I did very well note him. Hamlet 305 Ah ha,(?) come some music,(.) come, the recorders,(:) For if the king like not the comedy, Why then belike he likes it not perdy. Come{,} some music. {Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.} Guildenstern Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Hamlet 311 Sir<,> a whole history. Guildenstern The king<,> sir. Hamlet Ay sir, what of him? Guildenstern Is in his retirement<,> marvellous distempered. Hamlet 315 With drink sir? Guildenstern No my lord, with choler,(.) Hamlet Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the (his) doctor,(:) for for me to put him to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into more choler. Guildenstern 321 Good my lord put your discourse into some frame, and stare (start) not so wildly from my affair. Hamlet I am tame sir, pronounce. Guildenstern 325 The queen your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Hamlet You are welcome. Guildenstern Nay<,> good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed,(.) if it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's command- ment,(:) if not, your pardon and my return{,} shall be the end of business. Hamlet 333 Sir<,> I cannot. Rosencrantz (Guildenstern) What<,> my lord? Hamlet Make you a wholesome answer,(:) my wit's dis- eased,(.) but sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command,(:) or rather (as) you say, my mother,(:) therefore no more{,} but to the matter, my mother you say. Rosencrantz 340 Then thus she says,(:) your behavior hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Hamlet Î wonderful son<,> that can so astonish a mother,(.) but is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration,(?) {Impart.} Rosencrantz 345 She desires to speak with you in her closet<,> ere you go to bed. Hamlet We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, have you any further trade with us? Rosencrantz My lord, you once did love me. Hamlet 350 And do still<,> by these pickers and stealers. Rosencrantz Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper,(?) you do surely (freely) bar the door upon (of) your own liberty<,> if you deny your griefs to your friend. Hamlet 355 Sir I lack advancement. Rosencrantz How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself<,> for your succession in Denmark.(?) {Enter the Players with recorders.} Hamlet Ay {sir.} but while the grass grows, the proverb is something musty,(.) 360 Î, the recorder{s},(.) let me see , to withdraw with you, why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guildenstern O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Hamlet 365 I do not well understand that,(.) will you play upon this pipe? Guildenstern My lord<,> I cannot. Hamlet I pray you. Guildenstern Believe me<,> I cannot. Hamlet 370 I do beseech you. Guildenstern I know no touch of it<,> my lord. Hamlet It is ('Tis) as easy as lying;(:) govern these venta(i)- ges with your finger{s} & umber (thumb), give it breath with your mouth, & it will discourse most eloquent (excellente) music,(.) look you, these are the stops. Guildenstern 376 But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony, I have not the skill. Hamlet Why look you now<,> how unworthy a thing you make of me,(:) you would play upon me,(;) you would seem to know my stops,(:) you would pluck out the heart of my mystery,(;) you would sound me from my lowest note<,> to my com- pass,(:) and there is much music<,> excellent voice<,> in this little organ, yet cannot you make it {speak. 'Sblood}<.> do you think<, that> I am easier to be played on<,> than a pipe,(?) call me what instrument you will, though you fret me {not}, you cannot play upon me. God bless you, sir! Enter Polonius. Polonius 390 My lord,(;) the queen would speak with you, & presently. Hamlet Do you see yonder (that) cloud that's almost in shape of (like) a camel?(.) Polonius By th' mass<,> and 'tis (it's) like a camel indeed. Hamlet 395 Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale.(?) Polonius Very like a whale. 399 Then I (will) will (I) come to my mother<,> by and by,(:) +Aside.+ They fool me to the top of my bent,(.) I will come by & by,(.) {Leave me, friends.} I will say so. By and by is easily said,(.) +Exeunt all but Hamlet.+ 405 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breakes (breathes) out Contagion to this world:(.) now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the {bitter} day Would quake to look on. Soft{,} now<,> to my mother.(:) 410 Î heart<,> lose not thy nature,(;) let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom,(:) Let me be cruel, not unnatural, I will speak dagger to her, but use none,(:) My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites,(.) 415 How in my words so ever she be shent, To give them seals<,> never my soul consent. {Exit.} +SCENE 3+ Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. King I like him not, nor stands it safe with us<,> To let his madness range,(.) therefore prepare you, I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you,(:) 5 The terms of our estate<,> may not endure Hazard so near 's (dangerous) as doth hourly grow Out of his brows (Lunacies). Guildenstern We will ourselves provide,(:) Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe 10 That live and feed upon your majesty. Rosencrantz The single and peculiar life is bound With all the strength and armour of the mind<,> To keep itself from noyance,(:) but much more That spirit, upon whose weal (spirit) depend and rest 15 The lives of many, the cess (cease) of majesty Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw What's near it, with it,(.) {or} it is a massy wheel Fix'd on the somnet {*} of the highest mount, {* summit Ed.} To whose h{o}ugh(e) spokes, ten thousand lesser things 20 Are mortised and adjoin'd,(:) which when it falls, Each small annexment<,> petty consequence Attends the boisterous raine (ruin),(.) never alone Did the king sigh, but a general groan. King Arm you<,> I pray you to this speedy voyage,(;) 25 For we will fetters put about (upon) this fear<,> Which now goes too free-footed. Rosencrantz (Both) We will haste us. Exeunt Gent. Enter Polonius. Polonius My lord, he's going to his mother's cioset,(:) Behind the arras I'll convey myself To hear the process,(.) and warrant she'll tax him home, 30 And as you said, and wisely was it said, 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech of vantage;(.) fare you well my liege: I'll call upon you ere you go to bed.(,) 35 And tell you what I know. (Exit.) King Thanks dear my lord. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven, It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder,(.) pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will,(:) 40 My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect,(;) what if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, 45 Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow,(?) whereto serves mercy<,> But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer<,> but this two-fold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall, 50 Or pardon<'d> being down,(?) then I'll look up.(,) My fault is past,(.) but o<,> what form of prayer Can serve my turn? forgive me my foul murder,(:) That cannot be<,> since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, 55 My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen;<:> May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence? In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may show by justice, And oft 'tis seen<,> the wicked prize itself 60 Buys out the law,(;) but 'tis not so above, There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults<,> To give in evidence,(.) what then,(?) what rests,(?) 65 Try what repentance can,(.) what can it not,(?) Yet what can it, when one can not repent? Î wretched state,(!) î bosom black as death,(!) O limed soul, that struggling to be free, Art more engaged;(:) help angels<,> make assay(:) 70 Bow stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe, All may be well. Enter Hamlet. Hamlet Now might I do it , now he is a-praying, And now I'll do 't, and so he goes to heaven, 75 And so am I revenged,(:) that would be scann'd<,> A villain kills my father, and for that(,) I his sole (foule) son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why (Oh){,} this is base (hire) and silly (salary), not revenge,(.) 80 He took my father grossly<,> full of bread, Withal (With all) his crimes broad blown, as flush (flash) as May, And how his audit stands who knows<,> save heaven,(;) But in our circumstance and course of thought{,} 'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged<,> 85 To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No. Up sword, and know thou a more horrid hent{,} When he is drunk{,} asleep,(:) or in his rage, 90 Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed, At {game, a-swearing} , or about some act That has no relish of salvation in 't, Then trip him<,> that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black 95 As hell<,> whereto it goes;(.) my mother stays, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Exit. King My words fly up, my thoughts remain below<,> Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Exit. +SCENE 4+ Enter Gertrard (Queen) and Polonius. Polonius He will come straight,(:) look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, And that your grace hath screen'd<,> and stood between Much heat and him,(.) I'll sconce me even here,(:) 5 Pray you, be round . {Enter Hamlet.} Queen I'll wait (warrant) you, fear me not,(.) Withdraw, I hear him coming. Hamlet Now mother, what's the matter? Queen 10 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Hamlet Go, go, you question with a wicked (idle) tongue. Queen Why how now Hamlet? Hamlet What's the matter now? Queen 15 Have you forgot me? Hamlet No by the rood<,> not so,(:) You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife, And (but) would it (you) were not so,(.) you are my mother. Queen Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Hamlet Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge,(:) 20 You go not till I set you up a glass<,> Where you may see the most part of you.(?) Queen What wilt thou do,(?) thou wilt not murder me,(?) Help , ho. Polonius What ho, help<, helpe, helpe>. Hamlet 25 How now, a rat,(?) dead for a ducat, dead. Polonius Î I am slain. Queen Î me, what hast thou done? Hamlet Nay I know not, is it the king? Queen O what a rash and bloody deed is this.(?) Hamlet A bloody deed, almost as bad{,} good mother<,> 30 As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen As kill a king.(?) Hamlet Ay lady, 'twas my word. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool farewell, I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune, Thou find'st to be too busy<,> is some danger,(.) 35 Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart, for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuff,(;) If damned custom have not brass'd it so, That it is proof and bulwark against sense. Queen 40 What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue<,> In noise so rude against me? Hamlet Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off {*} the rose {* of 2Êâ } From the fair forehead of an innocent love, 45 And sets (makes) a blister there,(.) makes marriage-vows As false as dicers' oaths,(.) o, such a deed. As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words;(.) heaven's face doth glow<,> 50 O'er (Yea) this solidity and compound mass<,> With heated (tristful) visage{,} as against the doom<,> Is thought-sick at the act. Queen Ay me, what act?(,) {Hamlet} That roars so loud, and thunders in the index,(.) 55 Look here upon this picture, and on this. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,(:) See what a grace was seated on this (his) brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and (or) command{,} 60 A station<,> like the herald Mercury{,} New-lighted on a {heaue,}kissing hill,(:) A combination, and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal<,> To give the world assurance of a man,(.) 65 This was your husband,(.) look you now, what follows,(.) Here is your husband<,> like a mildew'd ear{,} Blasting his wholesome brother (breath). Have you eyes,(?) Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor;(?) ha,(?) have you eyes? 70 You cannot call it love,(:) for at your age<,> The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment,(:) and what judgment Would step from this to this,(?) {Sense, sure, you have Else could you not have motion, but sure that sense 75 Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd But it reserved some quantity of choice To serve in such a difference,} what devil was't<,> That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind;(?) 80 {Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands, or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope:} î shame where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 85 If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax<,> And melt in her own fire,(.) proclaim no shame<,> When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth bum, 90 And (As) reason pardons (panders) will. Queen Î Hamlet speak no more,(.) Thou tum'st mine (very! eyes into my soul, And there I see such black and greeued (grained) spots As will leave their tinct. Hamlet Nay but to live 95 In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed<,> Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty. Queen Î speak to me<,> no more, These words like daggers enter in mine ears,(.) 100 No more sweet Hamlet. Hamlet A murderer<,> and a villain,(:) A slave<,> that is not twentieth part the kyth (tithe) Of your precedent lord,(.)