a vice of kings, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,<.) That from a shelf the precious diadem stole<,> 105 And put it in his pocket. Queen No move. Enter Ghost. Hamlet A king of shreds and patches,(.) Save me<;> and hover o'er me with your wings You heavenly guards:(.) what would you{r} gracious figure? Queen 110 Alas he's mad. Hamlet Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, lapsed in time and passion<,> lets go by The important acting of your dread command,(?) î say. Ghost Do not forget,(:) this visitation 115 Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,(.) But look, amazement on thy mother sits,(;) O, step between her, and her fighting soul, Conceit in weakest bodies<,> strongest works,(.) Speak to her Hamlet. Hamlet How is it with you lady? Queen 120 Alas<,> how is t with you, That you {do} bend your eye on vacancy, And with {th' incorporal} air do hold discourse,(.) Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm, 125 Your bedded hair<,> like life in excrements Starts up<,> and stands an end,(.) î gentle son<,> Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience,(.) whereon do you look? Hamlet On him, on him,(:) look you how pale he glares, 130 His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones<,> Would make them capable,(.) do not look upon me, Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects,(:) then what I have to do<,> Will want true colour,(;) tears perchance for blood. Queen 135 To who{m} do you speak this? Hamlet Do you see nothing there? Queen Nothing at all, yet all that is I see. Hamlet Nor did you nothing hear? Queen No<,> nothing but ourselves. Hamlet 140 Why look you there,î look how it steals away,(:) My father in his habit<,> as he lived, Look where he goes{,} even now out at the portal. Exit {Ghost}. Queen This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in. Hamlet 145 My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music,(.) it is not madness That I have utter'd,(;) bring me to the test{,} And the matter will re-word,(:) which madness 150 Would gambol from,(.) mother<,> for love of grace, Lay not that (a) flattering unction to your soul<,> That not your trespass<,> but my madness speaks,(:) It will but skin and film the ulcerous place<,> Whilst rank corruption, mining all within<,> 155 Infects unseen,(.) confess yourself to heaven<,> Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on (or) the weeds<,> To make them ranke{r},(.) forgive me this my virtue, For in the fatness of these (this) pursy times<,> 160 Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea curb and woo for leave to do him good. Queen Î Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Hamlet O throw away the worser part of it. And leaue (live) the purer with the other half,(.) 165 Good night, but go not to mine uncle's bed, Assun(m)e a virtue, if you have it not. {That monster custom, who all sense doth eat Of habits devil, is angel yet in this That to the use of actions fair and good, 170 He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on to} refrain night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence,(.) {the next more easy: For use almost can change the stamp of nature, 175 And either +...{*}+ the devil, or throw him out {* Â èçä. 1611 ã.(Êâ3) master } With wondrous potency:} once more good night, And when you are desirous to be bless'd, I'll blessing beg of you,(.) for this same lord<,> +Pointing to Polonius+ I do repent;(:) but heaven hath pleased it so<,> 180 To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him<,> and will answer well The death I gave him;(:) so again<,> good night<.> I must be cruel<,> only to be kind,(;) 185 This (Thus) bad begins, and worse remains behind. {One word more good lady.} Queen What shall I do? Hamlet Not this by no means that I bid you do,(:) Let the bloat (blunt) king tempt you again to bed, Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse, 190 And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers.(,) Make you to rouell (ravel) all this matter out<,> That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft,(.) 'twere good you let him know, 195 For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Such dear concernings hide, who would do so, No(,) in despite of sense and secrecy, Unpeg the basket on the house's top,(:) 200 Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape{,} To try conclusions in the basket<,> creep{,} And break your own neck down. Queen Be thou assured, if words be made of breath<,> And breath of life,(:) I have no life to breathe 205 What thou hast said to me. Hamlet I must to England, you know that.(?) Ger. (Queen) Alack, I had forgot.(:) 'Tis so concluded on. Hamlet {There's letters seal'd, and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd, 210 They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery: let it work, For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard, an t shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines, 215 And blow them at the moon: î 'tis most sweet When in one line two crafts directly meet,} This man shall set me packing,(:) I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room;(,) Mother good night<.> indeed<,> this counsellor 220 Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life<,> a {most} foolish prating knave. Come sir, to draw toward an end with you. Good night mother. Exit{.} . +ÀÑÒ 4+ +SCENE 1+ Enter King{, and Queen, with Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern}. King There's matter in these sighs(.), these profound heaves{,} You must translate(;) 'tis fit we understand them,(.) Where is your son? Queen {Bestow this place on us a little while.} +Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.+ 5 Ah, {mine own} lord, what have I seen tonight? King What Gertrude,(?) How does Hamlet? Queen Mad as the sea and wind<,> when both contend Which is the mightier, in his lawless fit(,) Behind the arras hearing something stir, 10 whips {out} his rapier , cries a rat, a rat, And in this (his) brainish apprehension kills The unseen good old man. King Î heavy deed!(:) It had been so with us, had we been there,(:) His liberty is full of threats to all, 15 To you yourself, to us, to every one,(.) Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt<,> This mad young man;(.) but so much was our love, 20 We would not understand what was most fit, But like the owner of a foul disease<,> To keep it from divulging, let<'s> it feed Even on the pith of life:(.) where is he gone? Queen To draw apart the body he hath kill'd, 25 O'er whom(,) his very madness like some ore Among a mineral of metals baseu Shows itself pure,(.) he weeps for what is done. King Î Gertrude, come away,(:) The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, 30 But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed<,> We must with all our majesty and skill (Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.) Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern,(:) Friends both{,} go join you with some further aid,(:) Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, 35 And from his mother{'s} closet hath he dre(a)g'd him,(.) Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel;(.) I pray you haste in this,(.) Come Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends, And let them know, both what we mean to do<,: 40 And what's untimely done,(.) +So haply slander,+ {Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name, And hit the woundless air,} î come away, 45 My soul is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt. +SCENE 2+ Enter Hamlet{, Rosencrantz and other}. Hamlet Safely stowed. {But soft,} what noise,(?) who calls on Hamlet? Î here they come. Rosencrantz 5 What have you done my lord with the dead body? Hamlet Compound it with dust<,> whereto 'tis kin. Rosencrantz Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel. Hamlet Do not believe it. Rosencrantz 10 Believe what.(?) Hamlet That I can keep your counsel<,> & not mine own,(.) besides<,> to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son of a king. Rosencrantz Take you me for a sponge<,> my lord? Hamlet 15 Ay sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities, <(>but such officers do the king best service in the end,(.) he keeps them like an apple (ape) in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed, when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and sponge you shall be dry again. Rosencrantz I understand you not my lord. Hamlet I am glad of it,<:> a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Rosencrantz 24 My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. Hamlet The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing.(-) Guildenstern A thing my lord.(?) Hamlet 29 Of nothing,(:) bring me to him.(,) Exeunt. +SCENE 3+ Enter King{, and two or three}. King I have sent to seek him, and to find the body,(:) How dangerous is it that this man goes loose,(:) Yet must not we put the strong law on him,(:) He's loved of the distracted multitude, 5 Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes,<:> And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd But never (neerer) the offence: to bear all smooth<,> and even, This sudden sending him<,> away must seem Deliberate pause, diseases desperate grown, 10 By desperate appliance are relieved<,> Or not at all. Enter Rosencrantz {and all the rest}. How now,(?) what hath befall'n? Rosencrantz Where the dead body is bestow'd my lord<,> We cannot get from him. King But where is he? Rosencrantz Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure. King 15 Bring him before us. Rosencrantz Ho(?) bring in the (my) Lord. {They enter.} King Now Hamlet, where's Polonius? Hamlet At supper. King At supper,(?) where.(?) Hamlet 19 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a certain convocation of (politic) worms are e'en at him:(.) your worm is your only emperor for diet,(.) we fat all crea- tures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves (our selfe) for maggots,(.) your fat king<,> and your lean beggar is but variable serv(u)ice(,) t{w}o dishes<,> but to one table{,} that's the end. {King 26 Alas, alas. Hamlet A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, & eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.) King{. King} What dost you mean by this? Hamlet 30 Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King Where is Polonius? Hamlet In heaven, send hither to see,(.) if your messenger find him not thrre (there), seek him i' th' other place yourself,(:) but if (indeed,) indeed (if) you find him not (within) this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. King Go seek him there. Hamlet He will stay till you come. +Exeunt Attendants.+ King 40 Hamlet<,> this deed , for thine especial safety Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done, - must send thee hence{.} Therefore prepare thyself, The bark is ready, and the wind at help, 45 The associates tend, and every thing is (at) bent For England. Hamlet For England.(?) King Ay Hamlet. Hamlet Good. King 50 So is it<,> if thou knew'st our purposes. Hamlet I see a cherub that sees the (him),(:) but come<,> for England, Farewell dear mother. King Thy loving father Hamlet. Hamlet My mother,(:) father and mother is man and wife,(:) 55 Man and wife is one flesh, so my mother:(.) Come<,> for England. Exit. King Follow him at foot, Tempt him with speed aboard,(:) Delay it not, I'll have him hence tonight. Away, for every thing is seai'd and done 60 That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. +Exeunt All but King.+ And England, if my love thou hold'st at ought, As my great power thereof may give thee sense, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red<,> After the Danish sword, and thy free awe 65 Pays homage to us,(;) thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process, which imports at full By letters congruing (coniuring) to that effect The present death of Hamlet,(.) do it England, For like the hectic in my blood he rages, 70 And thou must cure me;(:) till I know 'tis done, Howe'er my haps, my joys will (were) ne<'>er begi(u)n. Exit. +SCENE 4+ Enter Fortinbras with his (an) army {over the stage}. Fortinbras Go captain, from me greet the Danish king, Tell him(,) that by his licence<,> Fortinbras Craves (Claimes) the conveyance of a promised march Over his kingdom,(.) you know the rendezvous,(:) 5 If that his majesty would ought with us. We shall express our duty in his eye, And let him know so. Captain I will do 't<,> my lord. Fortinbras Go softly (safely) on. {Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c. Hamlet 10 Good sir whose powers are these? Captain They are of Norway sir. Hamlet How purposed sir I pray you? Captain Against some part of Poland. Hamlet Who commands them sir? Captain 15 The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras. Hamlet Goes it against the main of Poland sir, Or for some frontier? Captain Truly to speak, and with no addition, We go to gain a little patch of ground 20 That hath in it no profit but the name To pay five ducats, five I would not farm it; Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. Hamlet Why then the Polack never will defend it. Captain 25 Yes, it is already garrison'd. Hamlet Two thousand souls, & twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw, This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without 30 Why the man dies. I humbly thank you sir. Captain God buy you sir. +Exit.+ Rosencrantz Wil't please you go my lord? Hamlet I'll be with you straight, go a little before. +Exeunt all except Hamlet.+ How all occasions do inform against me, 35 And spur my dull revenge. What is a man If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed, a beast, no more: Sure he that made us with such large discourse Looking before and after, gave us not 40 That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused, now whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom, 45 And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say this thing's to do, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To do 't; examples gross as earth exhort me, Witness this army of such mass and charge, 50 Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure, To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, 55 Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great, Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake, how stand I then That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, 60 Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot 65 Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain, o, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!) Exit. +SCENE 5+ Enter {Horatio,} Certrard (Queene), and {a Gentleman} . Queen I will not speak with her. Gentleman (Horatio) She is importunate, Indeed distract, her mood will needs be pitied. Queen What would she have? Gentleman (Horatio) She speaks much of her father,(;) says she hears 5 There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart, Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt<,> That carry but half sense,(:) her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection,(;) they yawne (aim) at it, 10 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think there might (would) be thought<,> Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Horatio (Queen) 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew 15 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. +Queen+ Let her come in. {Enter Ophelia.} Queen Òî my sick soul(,) <(>as sin's true nature is,()) Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, 20 It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Ophelia Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?(.) Queen How now Ophelia? Ophelia {Shee sings.} How should I your true love know From another one,(?) 25 By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon. Queen Alas sweet lady,(:) what imports this song? Ophelia Say you,(?) nay, pray you mark,(.) He is dead & gone lady, 30 He is dead and gone, {Song.} At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. 32a {Oh, ho!} Queen Nay but Ophelia. Ophelia Pray you, mark. 35 White his shroud as the mountain snow. {Enter King.) Queen Alas<,> look here my lord. Ophelia Larded {all} with sweet flowers,(:) {Song.} Which bewept to the ground (grave) did not go<,> With true-love showers. King 40 How do you<,> pretty lady? Ophelia Well, good (God) dild you,(.) they say the owl was a baker's daughter,(.) Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table. King Conceit upon her father. Ophelia 45 Pray let's have no words of this,(:> but when they ask you what it means, say you this.(:j Tomorrow is S+aint+ Valentine's day, {Song.} All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window<,> 50 To be your Valentine. Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, And dupp'd the chamber-door, Let in the maid, that out a maid, Never departed more. King 55 Pretty Ophelia. Ophelia Indeed, without an oath I'll make an end on 't,(.) By Gis<,> and by S(aint) Charity, Alack<,> and fie for shame,(:) Young men will do 't, if they come to 't, 60 By cock they are to blame. Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, You promised me to wed,(:> {(He answers.)} So would I a (ha) done by yonder sun<,> 65 And thou hadst not come to my bed. King How long hath she been thus (this)? Ophelia I hope all will be well,(.) we must be patient, but I cannot choose but weep<,> to think they would (should) lay him i' th' cold ground,(:) my brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come<,> my coach,(:) God (Good) night ladies,(:) god (good) night, sweet ladies; god (good) night, god (good) night. King 73 Follow her close, give her good watch I pray you.(:) +Exit Horatio.+ Î this is the poison of deep grief, it springs 75 All from her father's death,(.) (and now behold,) Î Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrowes come, they come not single spies But in battalions (Battaliaes):(.) first, her father slain, Next{,} your son gone; and he most violent author 80 Of his own just remove,(:) the people muddied<,> Thick and unwholesome in thoughts, and whispers For good Polonius' death:(;) and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him:(.) poor Ophelia Divided from herself, and her fair judgment, 85 Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts,(.) Last, and as much containing as ail these, Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds (Keepes) on this (his) wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear 90 With pestilent speeches of his father's death, Wherein necessity of matter beggar'd, Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. Î òó dear Gertrude, this<,> Like to a murdering-piece in many places<,> 95 Gives me superfluous death. A noise within. Enter a Messenger. {King Attend,} Where is (are) my Switzers,(?) let them guard the door,(.) What is the matter? Messenger Save yourself<,> my lord. 100 The ocean {(}overpeering of his list{)} Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head<,> Overbears your officers:(,) the rabble call him lord, And as the world were now but to begin, 105 Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, The cry choose we,(?) Laertes shall be king, Caps, hands, and tongues<,> applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be king, Laertes king.(,) Queen 110 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.(,) {A noise within.} O this is counter you false Danish dogs. Enter Laertes {with others}. King The doors are broke. Laertes Where is this (the) king?(,) sirs stand you all without. Danes No<,> let's come in. Laertes 115 I pray you give me leave. Danes We will, we will. Laertes I thank you,(:) keep the door,(.) î thou vile king. Give me my father. Queen Calmly good Laertes. Laertes That drop of blood that{'s} calme proclaims me bastard,(:) 120 Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother. King What is the cause Laertes<,> That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person,(:) 125 There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will,(.) tell me Laertes<,> Why thou art thus incensed,(?) let him go Gertrude. Speak man. Laertes 130 Where is my father? King Dead. Queen But not by him. King Let him demand his fill. Laertes How came he dead,(?) I'll not be juggled with(.) 135 To hell allegiance,(:) vows<,> to the blackest devil,(.) Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit<.> I dare damnation,(:) to this point I stand. That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes,(:) only I'll be revenged 140 Most thoroughly for my father. King Who shall stay you? Laertes My will, not all the world{s}:(,) And for my means<,> I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little. King Good Laertes,(:) 145 If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father, {is 't} writ in your revenge,(.) That, soopstake {*}, you will draw both friend and foe<,> {* swoopstake Ed.} Winner and loser. Laertes None but his enemies,(.) King 150 Will you know them then?(.) Laertes Òî his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,(:) And like the kind life-rendering pelican (politician), Repast them with my blood. King Why now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. 155 That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am most sensibly(e) in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment 'pear (pierce) As day does to your eye. {Enter Ophelia.} Enter Ophelia<.> Laertes {Let her come in.} How now! what noise is that? 160 Î heat, dry up my brains, tears seven times salt<,> Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye,(.) By heaven<,> thy madness shall be paid with (by) weight<,> Till our scale turn the beam. Î rose of May, Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,(:) 165 Î heavens, is t possible<,> a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as {a poore} man's life.(?) Ophelia 170 They bore him barefaced on the bier, {Song.} And in (on) his grave rained(s) many a tear, Fare you well my dove. Laertes Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenges<,> 175 It could not move thus. Ophelia You must sing {a}-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. Î how the wheel becomes it,(?) It is the false steward that stole his master's daughter. Laertes