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This edition of Hamlet
was printed, I
believe, in 1607, as was also, I imagine,
the undated edition of Romeo & Juliet
,
for these two plays were entered on
the Stationers' books by John Smethwicke,
Nov 19, 1607
.
E. M.
In the edition of 1604 the words
following the title are –
Newly
imprinted and enlarged to almost
as much againe as it was
, accord⸗
ing to
the true and perfect coppie.”
This undated copy I have collated
with the quarto
of 1604, and have placed
the variations at the bottom
of the page.
EM.
In the Edition of 1604 the play is entitled
The Tragicall Historie
of Hamlet &c



THE
TRAGEDY
OF
HAMLET

Prince of Denmarke
.

Newly Imprinted and inlarged, according to the true
and perfect Copy lastly Printed.
BY
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
.
Printer's mark depicting a bird and the motto “NON ALTVM PETO IS”.

LONDON,
Printed by W. S.
for Iohn Smethwicke
, and are to be sold at his
Shop in Saint Dunstans
Church‐yard in Fleetftreet:6. w

Vnder the Diall.7



The title of the edition of 1604 is as follows
.
line.


The
Tragicall Historie of
HAMLET
Prince of Denmarke.
By William Shakespeare.
Newly imprinted
and enlarged to
cross.


cross.


These words which I have underscored shew
that there was an earlier edition than that
of 1604, though it has hitherto been undis­
covered. It was probably printed in 1602.
See the Entries on the Stationers Books.
almost as much againe as it was
, ac⸗
cording to the true and perfect coppie.
Drawing of printer's mark.



At London
Printed by I. R for N. L and are to be
sold at his shoppe under Saint Dunstons
Church in Fleetstreet, 1604.






THE

TRAGEDIE
OF
HAMLET

PRINCE
OF
DENMARKE.

Enter
BARNARDO
, and
FRANCISCO
,
two Sentinels.

Bar.
W
Hose there?

Fran.
Nay answer me. Stand and vnfold your
selfe.

Bar.
Long liue the King.

Fran.
Barnardo
.

Bar.
Hee.


Fran.
You come most carefully vpon your houre.

Bar.
'Tis now strooke twelue,
twelfe.

gPage Break
ePage Break
t thee to bed Francisco
.

Fran.
For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
hart.



Bar.
Haue you had quiet guard?

Fran.
Not a Mouse stirring.

Bar.
Well, good night:
If you doe meet Horatio
and Marcellus
.
The riualls of my watch, bid them make hast.

Enter Horatio
and Mar­
cellus
.
Francisco.
I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is
there? Brace.


there?



Hora.
Friends to this ground.

Mar.
And Leegemen
Leedgemen.

to the Dane.


Fran.
Giue you good night.

Marcellus.
O, farewell
farwell.

honest Souldiers, who hath re­
lieu'd yPage Break
ou?

Fran.
Bernardo
hath my place; giue you good night.Exit Fran
.


Mar.
Holla, Barnardo
.

Bar.
Say what, is
Say, what is &c

Horatio
there?

Hora.
A peece of him.

Bar.
Welcome Horatio
, welcome good Marcellus
.

Hora.
What ha's this thing appear'd againe to night?

Bar.
I haue seene nothing.

Mar.
Horatio
sayes 'tis but a fantasie,
our fantasPage Break
ie.



And wll not let beliefe take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs,
Therefo
re I haue intreated him along,
With vs to watch the minutes
minuts.

of this night,
That if againe this apparition
apparision

come,
He may approue
approove

our eyes and speake to it.

Hora.
Tush, Tush, 'twill not appeare.

Bar.
Sit downe a while,
And let vs once again
e assaile your eares,

That are so fortified against our story,
What we haue two nights seene.

Hora.

Well, sit we downe,
And let vs heare Barnardo
speake of this.

Dash.


Bar.
Last night of all,
When yond same stPage Break
ar thats Westward
weastward

from the Pole;
Had made his course t'illumin
t'illume

that part of heauen
Where now it burnes, Marcellus
and my selfe
The Bell then beating one.

Dash.


Enter Ghost.
Mar.
PePage Break
ace breake thee off looke where it comes againe,

Bar.
In the same figure like the King thats dead.

Mar.
Speake to it Horatio


Hora.
What art thou that vsurpst this time of night,
Together with that faire and warlike forme,
In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke

Did somtimes march: by heauen I charge thee speak.

Mar.
It is offended.

Bar.
See it staukes away.

Hora.
Stay, speake, speake I charge thee speake.

Exit Ghost.
Mar.
Tis gone and will not answere.

Bar.
How now Horatio
, you tremble & look pale,
Is not this something more then phantasie?
What thinke you of it
think you on't?



Hora.
Before my God I might not this beleeue,
Without the sensible
sencible

and true auouch
Of mine owne eies.


Mar.
Is it not like the King?

Hora.
As thou art to thy selfe:
Such was the very Armor he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway
combated,
So frownd he once when in an angry parle
He smote
smot —

the sleaded Pollax on the ice.
Tis strange.

Mar.
Thus twice before and iumpe
jump.

at this dead houre,
With Martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch.

Hora.
In what particular
perticular

thought, to worke Iknow not,
But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion.
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Mar.
Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes.
Why this same strict
strikt

and most obseruant watch
So nightly toiles the subiect of thePage Break
Land,
And with such daily cost of brazen CannonStroke.



And forraine Mart for Implements of warre,
Why such impresse of ship‐wrights
shipwrites

, whose sore taske
Does not diuide the Sunday from the weeke,
What might be toward, that this sweatie haste
Doth make the night ioint labour
labourer.

with the day,
Who ist that can informe me?

Hora.
That can I.
At least the whisper goes so, our last King,
Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Was as you know by Fortinbrasse
of Norway,

Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride.
Dar'd to the combate; in which our valiant Hamlet
,
(For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him)
Did slay this Fortinbrasse
, who by a seald compact
Well ratified by Law and Heraldrie
heraldy


Did forfait (with his life) all these his lands
Which he stood seaz'd of, to the conquerour.
Against the which a moity competent
Was gaged by our King, which had returne
To the inheritance of Fortinbrasse
,

Had he bin vanquisher; as by the same comart,
And carriage of the Articles designe
article desseigne

,
His fell to Hamlet
; now Sir, yong FortinbrPage Break
asse

Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway
here and there
Sharkt vp a lift of lawlesse resolutes
For food and diet to some enterprize
That hath a stomake in't, which no other
which is no other


As it doth well appeare vnto our state
But to recouer of vs by ftrong hand
And tearmes compulsatory, those foresaid lands
So by his father lost; and this I take it,
Is the maine motiue of our preparations
The source of this our watch, and the chiefe head
Of this post‐hafte and romeage
romadge.

in the land.

Bar.
I thinke it be no other but euen so;
but enso.


Well may it sort that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch so like the King
That was and is the question of these warres.

Hora.
A mote
A moth —

it is to trouble the minds eie:
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

A little ere the mightiest Iulius
fell
The graues tood tennantlesse
tenatlesse

, and the sheeted dead
Did squeake and gibber in the Roman
streets
As starres with traines of fire, and dewes of bloud
Disasters in the Sun; and the moist starre,
Vpon whose influence Ntunes
Empire ftands,
VVas sick almost to Doomesday with eclipse
And euen the like precurse of fierce euents,
of feare events


As Harbingers preceding
preceading

still the fates
And Prologue to the Omen
comming on
Haue Heauen and Earth together demonstrated
Vnto our Climatures and Countrimen.
Enter Ghost.
But soft, behold, lo where it comes againe

Ile crosse it though it blast me: stay illusion,It spreads
his armes.

If thou hast any sound or vse of voice,
SpeakPage Break
e to me, if there be any good thing to be done
That may to thee doe ease and grace to me,
Speake to me.
If thou art priuie to thy Countries fate
VVhich happily foreknowing may auoid,
O speake:
Or if thou hast vphoorded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the wombe of earth,
For which they say your spirits oft walke in death.The Cocke
crowes.

Speake of it, stay and speake, ftop it Marcellus
.

Mar.
Shall I strike it with my partizan?

Hor.
Doe if it will not stand.

Bar.
Tis heere.

Hor.
Tis heere.

Mar.
Tis gone,
VVe doe it wrong being so Maiesticall
To offer it the show of violence,
For it is as the aire, invulnerable,
And our vaine blowes, malicious mockery.

Bar.
It was about to speak when the cock crew.

Hor.
And then it started like a guilty thing,
Vpon a fearfull summons; I haue heard,
The Cock that is the Trumpet to the morne,
Doth with his loftie and shrill sounding throat
Awake the God of day, and at his warning
VVhether in Sea or Fire, in Earth or Aire,
Th' extrauagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine, and of the truth heerein
This present obiect made probation.

Mar.
It faded on the crowing of the Cock,
Some say that euer gainst that season comes,
VVherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated
This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then they say no spirit dare stirre abroad
sturre abrode


The nights are wholsome, then no Planets strike,
No Fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme

So hallowed and so gracious is that time.

Hor.
So haue I heard and doe in part beleeue it,
But looke the morne in russet mPage Break
antle
clad
Walkes ore the dew of yon high Eastward hill:
Breake we our watch vp and by my aduise,
Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
Vnto young Hamlet
, for vpon my life
This spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:
Doe you consent we shall acquaint him with it
As needfull in our loues fitring our dutie.

Mar.
Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know
Where we shall find him most conuenient.Exeunt.



Flourish. Enter Claudius
, King of Denmarke, Gertrad
Grtra
the
Queene, Counsaile: as Polonius
, and his Sonne Laer­
tes
, Hamlet
, cum alijs.
Claud.
Though yet of Hamlet
our deare brothers death
The memory be greene, and that it vs befitted
To beare our hearts
harts

in griefe & our whole kingdom,
To be contracted in one brow of woe,
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him
Together with remembrance of our selues:
Therefore our sometime Sister, now our Queene
Th' Imperiall ioyntresse to this warlike State
Haue we as twere with a defeated ioy
With an auspitious, and a dropping eye,
With mirth in funerall, and with dirge in mariage,
In equall scale weighing
waighing.

delight and dole
Taken to wife: nor haue we herein bard
Your better wisdomes, which haue freely gone
With this affaire along (for all our thankes)
Now followes that you know young Fortinbrasse
,
Holding a weake supposall of our worth
Or thinking by our late deare brothers death
Our state to be disioynt, and out of frame
Collegued with this dreame of his aduantage
He hath not faildPage Break
to pester
pestur

vs with message

Importing the surrender of those Lands
Lost by his father, with all bands of Law
To our most valiant brother, so much for him:
Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting,
Thus much the businesse is, we haue here writ
To Norway
Vncle of young Fortenbrasse

Who impotent and bedred scarcely heares
Of this his Nephewes purpose; to suppresse
His further gate herein, in that the leuies,
The lists, and full proportions are all made
Out of his subiect, and we here dispatch
You good Cornelius
, and you Valtemand
,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,

Giuing to you no further personall power
To businesse with the King, more then the scope
Of these delated Articles allow:
Farewell, and let your hast commend your dutie.

Cor. Vo.
In that, and all things will we shew our duty.

King.
We doubt it nothing, hartily farewell.
hartely farwell.


And now Laertes
whats the newes with you?
You told vs of some sute, what ist Laertes
?
You cannot speake of reason to the Dane
And lose your voice; what would'st thou beg Laertes
?
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking,
The head is not more natiue to the heart
hart


The hand more instrumentall to the mouth
Then is the throne of Denmarke
to thy father,
What would'st thou haue Laertes
?

Lar.
My dread Lord.
Your leaue and fauour to returne to France

Fraunce

,
From whence though willingly I came to Denmarke
,
To shew my dutie in your Coronation;
Yet now I must confesse, that dutie done
My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward France

Fraunce

,
And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.

King.
Haue you your fathers leaue, what saies PoPage Break
lonius
?

Polo.
He hath my Lord wrung
Hath
, my lord, wroung


from me my slow leaue
By laboursome petition, and at last
Vpon his will I seald my hard consent,

I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe.

King.
Take thy faire houre Laertes
, time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
But now my Cousin
cosin

Hamlet
, and my sonne.

Ham.
A little more then kin, and lesse then kind.

King.
How is it that the clouds still hang on you.

Ham.
Not so much my Lord, I am too much in the sonne.

Queene.
Good Hamlet
cast thy nighted colour off
And let thine eie looke like a friend on Denmarke,

Doe not for euer with thy vailed lids,
Seeke for thy noble father in the dust,
Thou know'st tis common all that liues must die,
Passing through nature to eternitie.

Ham.
I Madam, it is common.

Quee.
If it be,
Why seemes it so perticuler with thee.

Ham.
Seemes Madam, nay it is, I knownot seemes,
Tis not alone my inkie cloke could smother,
coold mother,


Nor customarie Sutes of solemne
solembe

blacke,
Nor windie suspiration of forst breath,
No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the eie,
Nor the deiected hauiour of the visage,
Together with all formes, moods, shapes of
chapes of—

griefe
That can deuoute
deuote

me truly, these indeed seeme,
For they are actions that a man might play,
But I haue that within which passes shew,
These but the trappings and the suites of woe.

King.
Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet
,
To giue these mourning duties to your father,
But you must know your father lost a father.
That father lost, lost his, and the suruiuer bound
In filliall obligation for some tearme
To doe obsequious sorrowes
sorrowe.

, but to perseuer
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Of impious sPage Break
tubbornnesse
stubbornnes

, tis vnmanly griefe,
It shewes a will moft incorrect to Heauen,
A heart
hart

vnfortified, or minde impatient,
An vnderstanding simple and vnschoold,
For what we know must be, and is as common

As any the most vulgar thing to sence,
Why should we in our peeuish opposition
Take it to heart
hart

, fie, tis a fault to heauen,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theame
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed
From the first course, till he that died to day
This must be so: we pray you throw to earth
This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs
As of a father, for let the World take note
You are the most immediate to our throne,
And with no lesse nobilitie of loue
Then that which dearest father beares his sonne,
Doe I impart toward you for your intent,
In going backe to schoole to Wittenberg,

schoole in Wittenberg


It is most retrograd
retrogard

to our desire,
And we beseech you bend you to remaine
Heere in the cheare and comfort of our eie,
Our chiefest Courtier, Cousin
cosin

, and our sonne.

Qu.
Let not thy mother loose her praiers Hamlet
,
I pray thee stay with vs, goe not to Wittenberg.


Ham.
I shall in all my best obay you Madame.

King.
Why, tis a louing and a faire reply,
Be as our selfe in Denmarke,
Madame come,
This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart
hart

, in grace whereof,
No iocond health that Denmarke
drinkes to day,
But the great Canon to the cloudes shall tell.
And the Kings rowse the Heauen shal brute againe,
Respeaking earthly thunder; come away.Flourish. Exeunt all.

but Hamlet
.


Ham.
O that this too too sallied flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolue it selfe into a dew,
Or that the euerlastingPage Break
had not fixt
His Cannon gainst seale slaughter, O God, God,
How wary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
Seeme to me all the vses of this World?
Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded Garden,
That growes to seed, things ranke & grosse
rancke & grose

in nature,
Possesse it meerely that it should come thus

But two moneths dead, nay not so much, not two,
So excellent a King, that was to this
Hyperion
Hiperion

Hyperion
to a Satyre, so louing to my mother,
That he might not beteeme the winds of Heauen
Visit
visite

Visit
her face too roughly: heauen and earth
Must I remember, why she should hang on him
As if increase of appetite had growne
By what it fed on, and yet within a moneth
month

,
Let me not thinke on't; frailtie thy name is woman
A little month. Or ere those shooes were old
With which she followed my poore fathers bodie
Like Niobe
all teares, why shee
she

shee

O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would haue mourn'd longer, maried with my Vncle,
My fathers brother, but no more like my father
Then I to Hercules
, within a moneth
month

,
Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous teares
Had left the flushing in her gauled eies
She married Oh! most wicked speed; to post
With such dexteritie to incestious sheets,
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,
But breake my heart
hart

for I must hold my tongue.

Enter Horatio
, Marcellus
and Bernardo
.
Hora.
Haile to your Lordship.

Ham.
I am glad to see you well; Horatio
, or I doe forget my
(
selfe.

Hora.
The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer.

Ham.
Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you,
And what make you from Wittenberg,
Horatio
?
Marcellus
.

Mar.
My good Lord.

Ham.
I am very glad to see you (good euen sir)
But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?


Hora.
A truant dispositiPage Break
on good my Lord.

Ham.
I would not heare your enemie say so,
Nor shall you doe my eare that violence
To make it truster of your owne report
Against your selfe, I know you are no truant,
But what is your affaire in Elsonoure?

Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart.


Hora.
My Lord, I came to see your fathers funeral.

Ham.
I prethee doe not mock me fellow student,
I thinke it was to my mothers wedding.

Hora.
Indeed my Lord it followed hard vpon.

Ham.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio
, the funeral bak't meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables,
Would I had met my dearest foe in Heauen
Or euer I had seene that day Horatio
,
My father me thinkes I see my father.

Hora.
Where my Lord?

Ham.
In my minds eie Horatio
.

Hora.
I saw him once, a was a goodly King.

Ham.
A was a man take him for all in all
I shall not looke vpon his like againe.

Hora.
My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight.

Ham.
Saw, who?

Hora.
My Lord the King your father.

Ham.
The King my father?

Hora.
Season your admiration for a while
With an attentiue
attent

eare till I may deliuer
Vpon the witnesse

witnes

of these Gentlemen
This maruaile
maruile

to you.

Ham.
For Gods loue let me heare?

Hora.
Two nights together had these Gentlemen,
Marcellus
, and Barnardo
, on their watch,
In the dead vast
wast

and middle of the night
Beene thus incountred, a figure like your father
Armed at point, exactly Cap apea

Appeares before them, and with solemne march,
Goes slow and stately by them; thrice he walkt
By their opprest and feare surprized eies,
Within this tru
nchions
his tronchions

length, whil'st they distill'd
Almost to gelly, with the act of feare
Stand dumbe and speake not to him; this to me,
In drPage Break
eadfull secrecie impart they did,
And I with them the third night kept the watch,
Whereas they had deliuered both in time,
Forme of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition
apparision

comes: I knew your father,

These hands are not more like.

Ham.
But where was this?

Mar.
My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht,

Ham.
Did you not speake to it?

Hora.
My Lord, I did,
But answer m ade it none, yet once me thought
It lifted vp its head and did addresse
It selfe to motion, like as it would speake:
But euen then the morning Cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunke in hast a way
And vanisht from our sight.

Ham.
Tis verie strange.

Hora.
As I doe liue my honor'd Lord tis true
And we did thinke it writ downe in our dutie
To let you know of it.

Ham.
Indeed sirs but this troubles me,
Hold you the watch to night?

All.
We doe my Lord.

Ham.
Arm'd say you?

All.
Arm'd my Lord.

Ham.
From top to toe?

All.
My Lord from head to foot.

Ham.
Then saw you not his face?

Hora.
O yes my Lord, he wore his beauer vp.

Ham.
What look't he frowningly?

Hora.
A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.

Ham.
Pale or red?

Hora.
Nay verie pale.

Ham.
And fixt his eies vpon you?

Hora.
Most constantly.

Ham.
I would I had beene there.

Hora.
It would haue much amaz'd you.

Ham.
Verie like: staid it long?

Hora.
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundreth,

Both.
Longer, longer.

Hora.
Not when I saw't.

Ham.
His beard was grisseld
grissl't

, no.

Hora.
It was as I haue seene it in his life
A sable siluer'd.


Ham.
I will watch to night
nigh


Perchance
Perchaunce

twill walke againe.

Hora.Page Break

I warn't it will.

Ham.
If it assume my noble fathers person,
Ilespeake to it though hell it selfe should gape
And bid me hold my peace; I pray you all
If you haue hitherto
hetherto

conceald this sight
Let it be tenable in your silence still,
And whatsoeuer
whatsomeuer

else shall hap to night,
Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue,
I will requite your loues, so fare you
farre you

well:
Vpon the platforme twixt eleuen and twelue
twelfe


Ile vifit you.

All
Our dutie to your honour.Exeunt.


Ham.
Your loues as mine to you, farewell
farwell

.
My fathers spirit (in armes) all is not well,
I doubt some foule play, would the night were come
Till then sit still my soule, foule
fonde

deeds will rise
Though all the earth ore‐whelme them to mens eies.Exit.



Enter Laertes
and Ophelia
his Sister.
Laer.
My necessaries are imbarkt, farewell
farwell

,
And sister as the winds giue benefit
And conuay, in assistant, doe not sleepe
But let me heare from you.

Ophe,
Doe you doubt that?

Laer.
For Hamlet
and the trifling of his fauour,
Hold it a fashion, and a toy in bloud,
A violet in the youth of primie
primy

primie
nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute
No more.

Ophe.
No more but so.

Laer.
Thinke it no more.
For nature crPage Break
essant does nor grow alone,
In thewes and bulkes, but as this Temple waxes
The inward seruice of the mind and soule
Growes wide withall, perhaps he loues you now,
And now no soile
soyle

soile
nor cautell doth besmerch
The vertue of his will, but you must feare,

His greatnesse waid
wayd

waid
, his will is not his owne.
He may not as vnualued
vnualewed

persons doe,
Craue
Carue

for himselfe, for on his choice depends
The safetie
safty

and health of this whole state,
And therefore must his choise be circumscrib'd,
Vnto the voice and yeelding of that bodie,
Whereof he is the head, then if he saies he loues you,
It fits your wisdome so farre to beleeue it
As he in his particular act and place
May giue his saying deed, which is no further,
Then the maine voice of Denmarke
goes withall.
Then weigh what losse your honour may sustaine,
If with too credent eare you list his songs
Or loose your heart
hart

, or your chast treasure open,
To his vnmastred importunitie.
Feare it Ophelia
, feare it my deare sister,
And keepe you in the reare of your affection
Out of the shot and danger of desire,
“The chariest maide is prodigall enough
inough


If she vnmaske her beautie
butie

to the Moone
“Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious strokes
“The Canker gaules the infant
infants

of the Spring
Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd,
And in the morne and liquid dew of youth
Contagious blastments are most iminent,
Be warie then, best safetie lies in feare,
Youth to it selfe rebels, though none else neere.

Ophe.
I shall the effect of this good lesson keepe,
As watchmen
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atchman


to my heart
hart

: but good my brother
Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe.
Shew me the steepe
step

and thornie way to heauen
Whiles a puft, and reckles libertine,
Himselfe the primrose path of daliance treads.
And reakes not his owne Reed.Enter Polonius
.


Laer.
O feare me not,
I ftay too long, but heere my father comes
A double blessing, is a double grace,
Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.

Pol.
Yet here Laertes
? aboord
abord

, aboord for shame,

The wind sits in the shoulder of your saile,
And you are staied for, there my blessing with thee,
And these few precepts in thy memorie
Looke thou character, giue thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any vnproportion'd thought his act,
Be thou familiar
familier

, but by no meanes vulgar,
Those friends thou haft and their adoption tried,
Grapple them vnto thy soule with hoopes of steele,
But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment
Of each new hatcht vnfledgd courage; beware
Of entrance to a quarrell, but being in,
Bear't that th' opposer may beware of thee.
Giue euerie man thy eare, but few thy voice,
Take each mans censure, but reserue thy iudgement,
Coftly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not exprest in fancie; rich not gaudie,
For the apparell oft proclaimes the man:
And they in Frauce
of the best ranke and ftation,
Are of a most select and generous, chiefe in that:
Neither a borrower nor a lender boy,
For loue oft looses both it selfe and friend,
And borrowingdulleth the edge
dulleth edge

of husbandry:
This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true
And it must follow as the night the day
Thou canst not then be false to any man:
Farewell my blessing season this in thee.

Laer.
Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord.

Pol.
The time inuests you, go, yPage Break
our seruants tend,

Laer.
Farewell
farwell

Ophelia
, and remember well
What I haue said to you.

Ophe.
Tis in my memorie lockt
And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.

Laer.
Farewell
farwell

.Exit, Laertes
.


Pol.
What ist Ophelia
he hath said to you?

Ophe.
So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet
.

Pol.
Marrie well bethought
Tis told
de

me he hath very oft of late
Giuen priuate time to you, and you your selfe
Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous,

If it be so, as so tis put on me,
And that in way of caution I must tell you,
You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely
As it behooues my daughter and your honour,
What is betweene you giue me vp the truth.

Ophe.
He hath my Lord of late made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

Pol.
Affection, puh, you speake like a greene girle,
Vnsifted in such perillous circumstance,
Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?

Ophe.
I doe not know my Lord what I should thinke.

Pol.
Marrie I will teach you, thinke your selfe a babie,
That you haue tane these tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling: tender your selfe more dearely
Or (not to cracke the wind of the poore phrase)
Wrong it thus, youle tender me a foole.

Ophe.
My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue
In honorable fashion.

Pol.
I, fashion you may call it, goe to, goe to.

Ophe.
And hath giuen countenance to his speech
My Lord, with almost all the holy vowes of heauen.

Pol.
I, springes
springs

to catch Wood‐cocks, I do know
When the bloud burnes, how prodigall the soule
Lends the tongue vowes, these blazes daughter
Giuing more light then heate, extinct in both
Euen in their promise, as it is a making
You must not tak't
take

for fire: from this time
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e some thing scanter of your maiden presence
Set your intreatments at a higher rate
Then a command
commaund

to parle; for Lord Hamlet
,
Beleeue so much in him, that he is young,
And with a larger teder
tider

may he walke
Then may be giuen you: in few Ophelia
,
Doe not beleeue his vowes, for they are Brokers
Not of that die which their inuestments shew
But meere implorators
imploratotors

of vnholy suites,
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds
The better to beguile: this is for all,
I would not in plaine termes from this time forth

Haue you so slander
slaunder

any moments
moment

leisure
As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet
,
Looke too't I charge you, come your waies.

Ophe.
I shall obey my Lord.Exeunt.



Enter Hamlet
, Horatio
, and Marcellus
.
Ham.
The aire bites shroudly, it is very cold.

Hora.
It is nipping, and an eager aire.

Ham.
What houre now?

Hora.
I thinke it lackes of twelue
twelfe

.

Mar.
No, it is strooke

Hora.
Indeed; I heard it not, it then drawes neere the season.
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walke
wake

A
flourish of Trum­
pets, and two Peeces goes off.

What does this meane my Lord?

Ham.
The King doth walke to night and takes his rowse,
Keeps wassell and the swaggering vp‐spring reeles:
And as he draines his drafts of Rhenish downe,
The Kettle Drumme and Trumpet, thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.

Hora.
Is it a custome?

Ham.
I marrie ist,
But to my mind, though I am natiue heere
And to the manner borne, it is a custome
More honourd in the breach, then the obseruance.
This heauie‐headed reuell
reueale

East and West
Makes vs traduc'd
tradust

and taxed of other Nations,
They clip vs Drunkards and with swinish phrase
Soile our addition, and indeed it takes
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om our atchieuements, though perform'd at height
The pith and marow of our attribute,
So oft it chances
chaunces

in particular
particuler

men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them
As in their birth wherein they are not guiltie,
(Since nature cannot choose his origen
origin

)
By their ore‐grow'th of some complexion
Oft breaking downe the Pales and Forts of Reason,
Or by some habit that too much ore‐leauens
The forme of plausiue manners, that these men
Carrying I say the stampe of one defect

Being Natures liuery, or Fortunes starre,
His Vertues els be they as pure as grace.
As infinite as man may vndergoe,
Shall in the generall censure take corruption
From that particular
particuler

fault: the dram of ease
eale


Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
To his owne scandall
scandle

.

Enter Ghost.
Hora.
Looke my Lord it comes.

Ham.
Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs!
Be thou a spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee aires
ayres

from heauen, or blasts from hel
hell

,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou
com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speake to thee, Ile call thee Hamlet
,
King, Father, Royall Dane,
O answere me,
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death
Haue burft their cerements? why the Sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly interr!d
Hath op't his ponderous and marble iawes,
To cast thee vp againe? what may this meane
That thou dead coarse, againe in compleat steele
Reuisites thus the glimpses of the Moone,
Making night hideous, and we fooles of Nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules,
Say why iPage Break
s this, wherefore, what should we doe?Beckons.


Hora.
It beckons
beckins

you to goe away with it
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

Mar.
Looke with what courteous
curteous

action
It waues you to a more remooued ground,
But doe not goe with it.

Hora.
No, by no meanes.

Ham.
It will not speake, then I will follow it.

Hora.
Doe not my Lord.

Ham.
Why? what should be the feare,
I doe not set m
y life at a pinnes fee,

And for my soule, what can it doe to that
Being a thing immortall as it selfe;
It waues me forth againe, Ile follow i.

Hora.
What if it tempt you towards the floud my
toward the flood my

Lord,
Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cleefe
That bettels ore his base into the Sea,
And there assume some other horrible
horrable

forme
Which might depriue your Soueraigntie of reason,
And draw you into madnesse, thinke of it,
The verie place puts toyes of desperation
Without more motiue, into euery braine
That lookes so many fadomes to the Sea
And heares it rore beneath.

Ham.
It waues me still,
Goe on, Ile follow thee.

Mar.
You shall not goe my Lord.

Ham.
Hold off your hands.

Hora.
Be rul'd, you shall not goe.

Ham.
My fate cries out
And makes each pettie attire
arture

in this bodie
As hardie as the Nemean
Lions nerue;
Still am I cald, vnhand me Gentlemen
By heauen Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me,
I say away, goe one, Ile follow thee.Exit Ghost and Hamlet
.


Hora.
He waxes desperate with imagination.

Mar.
Lets follow, tis not fit thus to obey him.

Hora.
Haue after, to what issue will this come?

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r.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke.


Hora.
Heauen will direct it.

Mar.
Nay lets follow him.Exeunt.



Enter Ghost and Hamlet
.
Ham.
Whether wilt thou leade me, speake, Ile go no further.

Ghost.
Marke me.

Ham.
I will.

Ghost.
My houre is almost come
When I to sulphrous and tormenting flames
Must render vp my selfe.

Ham.
Alas poore Ghost.


Ghost.
Pittie mee not but lend my serious hearing to
what I shall vnfold.

Ham.
Speake I am bound to heare.

Ghost.
So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare.

Ham.
What?

Ghost.
I am thy fathers spirit,
Doom'd for a certaine tearme to walke the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foule crimes done in my daies of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away: but that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison‐house,
I could a tale vnfold whose lightest word
Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young bloud,
Make thy two eies like starres start from their Spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular
particuler

haire to stand an end,
Like quils vpon the fearefull Porpentine:
But this eternall blazon must not be
To eares of flesh and bloud, list, list, O list
ô list

,
If thou did'st euer thy deare father loue.

Ham.
O God.

Ghost.
Reuenge his soule, and most vnnatural murther.

Ham.
Murther.

Ghost.
Murther most foule, as in the beft it is,
But this most foule, strange and vnnaturall.

Ham.
Haste
hast

me to know't, that I with winPage Break
gs as swift,
As meditation, or the thoughts of loue
May sweepe to my reuenge.

Ghost.
I find thee apt,
And duller shouldest thou be then the fat weed
That roots it selfe in ease on Lethe
wharffe,
Would'st thou not stirre in this; now Hamlet
heare,
Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my Orchard,
A Serpent stung me, so the whole eare of Denmarke

Is by a forged processe of my death
Rankely abused
Ranckly abusde

: but know thou noble Youth,
The Serpent that did sting thy fathers life
Now weares his Crowne.

Ham.
O my Prophetike soule my Vncle.


Ghost.
I that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
With witchcraft of his wits, with trayterous gifts,
O wicked wit, and gifts that haue the power
So to seduce; wonne to his shamefull lust
The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene;
O Hamlet
, what falling off was there
From me whose loue was of that dignitie
That it went hand in hand, euen with the vow
I made to her in marriage, and to decline
Vpon a wretch whose naturall gifts were poore,
To those of mine; but vertue as it neuer will be mooued,
Though lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen
So but though to a radiant Angle linckt.
Will sort it selfe in a celestiall bed
And prey on garbage.
But soft, me thinkes I scent
sent

the morning aire,
Briefe let me be; sleeping within my Orchard,
My custome alwaies of the afternoone,
Vpon my secure houre, thy Vncle stole
With iuice of cursed Hebona in a Viall,
And in the porches of my eares did poure,
The leprous distilment, whose effect
Holds such an enmitie with bloud of man,
That swift as Quick‐siluer it courses through
The naturall gates and alliesPage Break
of the bodie,
And with a sodaine vigour it doth posssse
And curde like eager droppings into milke,
The thinne and wholsome bloud; so did it mine,
And a most instant Tetter barkt about
Most Lazerlike with vile and lothsome crust
All my smooth bodie.
Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand,
Of life, of Crowne, of Queene at once dispatcht,
Cut off euen in the blossomes of my sinne,
Vnnuzled, disappointed, vn‐anueld
unhurled

,
No reckning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head,
O horrible, O horrible, most horrible.
If thou hast nature in thee beare it not,

Let not the Royall bed of Denmarke
be
A Couch for Luxurie and damned Inceft.
But howsomeuer thou pursues this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor ler thy soule contriue
Against thy mother ought, leaue her to heauen,
And to t
hose thornes that in her bosome lodge
To prick and sting her: fare thee well at once,
The Gloworme shewes the matine to be neere
And gins
gines

to pale his vneffectuall fire,
Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me.

Ham.
O all you host of heauen! O earth! what else,
And shall I couple hell, O fie! hold my heart,
hold, hold my hart,


And you my sinewes
sinnowes

; grow not instant old,
But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee,
I thou poore Ghost whiles memorie holds a seat
In this distracted Globe, remember thee,
Yea, from the table of my memorie
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records,
All saw
sawes

of Bookes, all formes, all pressures paft
That youth and obseruation coppied there,
And thy commandement all alone shall liue,
Within the Booke and volume of my braine
Vnmixt with baser matter, yes by heauen.
O mosPage Break
t pernicious woman.
O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine,
My tables, meet it is I set it downe
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine,
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke.

So Vncle, there you are, now to my word.
It is adiew, adiew,
adew, adew

remember me.
I haue sworne't.

Enter Horatio
, and Marcellus
.
Hora.
My Lord, my Lord.

Mar.
Lord Hamlet
.

Hora.
Heauens secure him.

Ham.
So be it.

Mar.
Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.

Ham.
Hillo, ho, ho, boy come, and come.


Mar.
How ist my noble Lord?

3
Hor

.
What newes, my Lord?

Ham.

O wonderfull!


Hora.
O wonderfull!


Hor.
Good my Lord tell it.

Ham.
No, you will reueale it.

Hora.
Not I my Lord by Heauen.

Mar.
Nor I my Lord.

Ham.
How say you then, would heart
hart

of man once thinke it,
But you'le be secret.

Both.
I by heauen.

Ham.
There's neuer a villaine,
Dwelling in all Denmake

But he's an arrant Knaue.

Hora.
There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the graue
To tell vs this.

Ham.
Why right, you are in the right,
And so without more circumstance at all,
I hold it fit that we shake hands and part,
You, as your businesse an
d desire shall point you,
For euery man hath businesse and desire
Such as it is, and for my owne poore part
I will goe pray.

Hora.
These are but wild and whurling words my Lord.

Ham.
I am sorrie they offend you heartily
hartily

,
Yes faith heartily
hartily

.

Hora.
There's no offence my Lord.

Ham.
Yes by S
aint Patrick
but there is Horatio
,
And much offence to, toucPage Break
hing this vision heere,
It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you,
For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
Ore‐master't
Oremastre't

as you may, and now good friends,
As you are friends, Schollers, and Souldiers,
Giue me one poore request.

Hora.
What ift my Lord, we will.

Ham.
Neuer make knowne what you haue seene to night.

Both.
My Lord we will not.

Ham.
Nay but sweare't.

Hora.
In faith my Lord not I.

Mar.
Nor I my Lord in faith.

Ham.
Vpon my Sword.


Mar.
We haue sworne my Lord alreadie.

Ham.
Indeed vpon my Sword, indeed.

Ghoft cries vnder the Stage.
Ghost.
Sweare.

Ham.
Ha, ha, boy, say'st thou so, art thou there true penny?
Come on, you heare this fellow in the Sellerige,
Consent to sweare.

Hora.
Propose the oath my Lord.

Ham.
Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene,
Sweare by my Sword.

Ghost.
Sweare.

Ham.
Hie, & vbi
, then weele shift our ground:
Come hether Gentlemen,
And lay your hands againe vpon my Sword,
Sweare by my Sword
Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard.

Ghost.
Sweare by his Sword.

Ham.
Well said old Mole, canft worke it'h earth so fast,
A worthy Pioner once more remooue good friends.

Hora.
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.

Ham.
And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome,
There are more things in heauen and earth Horatio
,
Then are dream't of in your Philosophy: but come
Heere as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
(How strange or odde so mere I beare myPage Break
selfe,
As I perchance hereafter shall thinke meet,
To put an Antike
Anticke

disposition on
That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall
With armes incombred thus, or this head shake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull phrase,
As, wel, well we know, or we could and if we would,
Or if we list to speake, or there be and if they might,
Or such ambiguous giuing out, to note)
That you know ought of me, this do sweare,
So grace and mercy at your most need helpe you.

Ghost.
Sweare.

Ham.
Rest, rest perturbed spirit: so Gentlemen,
With all my loue I doe commend me to you,

And what so poore a man as Hamlet
is,
May doe t'expresse his loue and friending to you
God willing shall not lacke: let vs goe in together,
And still your fingers on your lips I pray,
The time is out of ioynt, O cursed spight!
That euer I was borne to set it right,
Nay come, lets goe together.Exeunt.




Enter old Polonius
, with his man or two.
Pol.
Giue him this mony, and these two notes
these notes

Reynaldo
,

Rey.
I will my Lord.

Pol.
You shal do maruellous
meruiles

wisely good Reynaldo
.
Before you visit him, to make inquire,
Of his behauiour.

Rey.
My Lord, I did intend it.

Pol.
Marrie
Mary

well said, very well said; looke you ir,
Enquire me first what Danskers
are in Paris
.
And how, & who, what means, and where they keep,
What company, at what expence, and sinding,
By this encompasment and drift of question
That they do know my sonne, come you more neerer
Then your particular demands will tuch it,
Take you as 'twere somePage Break
distant knowledge of him,
As thus, I know his father, and his friends,
And in part him, doe you marke this Reynaldo
?

Rey.
I, very well my Lord.

Pol.
And in part him, but you may say, not well,
But y'ft be he I meane, he's verie wilde,
Addicted so and so, and there put on him
What forgeries you please, marrie none so ranke
As may dishonour him, take heed of that,
But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall sps,
As are companions noted and most knowne
To youth and libertie.

Rey.
As gaming my Lord.

Pol.
I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so farre.

Rey.
My Lord, that would dishonour him.

Pol.
Faith as you may season it in the charge.

You must not put another scand all on him,
That he is open to incontinencie,
That's not my meaning, but breath his fauls so quently
That they may seeme the taints of libertie,
The flash and out‐breake of a fierie mind,
A sauagenesse
sauagenes

in vnreclaimed bloud,
Of generall afsault.

Rey.
But my good Lord.

Pol.
Wherefore should you doe this?

Rey.
I my Lord, I would know that.

Pol.
Marrie sir, heere's my drift,
And I beleeue it is a fetch of wit,
You laying these slight sullies
sallies

on my sonne
As t'were a thing a little soilde with working,
Marke you, your partie in conuerse, him you would sound
Hauing euer seene in the prenominate crimes
The youth you breath of guiltie, be assur'd
He closes with you in this consequence,
Good sir (or so) or friend, or gentleman,
According to the phrase, or the addition
addistion


Of man and Countrie.

Rey.
Verie good my Lord.

Pol.
And then sir doos a this, a doPage Break
os: what was I about to say?
By the masse I was about to say some thing,
Where did I leaue?

Rey.
At closes in the consequence.

Pol.
At closes in the consequence, I marrie,
He closes thus, I know the Gentleman
I saw him yesterday, or th' other day.
Or then, or then, with such or such, and as you say:
There was a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse,
There falling out at Tennis, or perchance
I saw him enter such or such a house of sale,
enter such a house of sale,


Videlicet,

Videlizet

a Brothell or so forth, see you now,
Your bait of falshood: take this carpe of truth,
And thus doe we of wisdome, and of reach,
With windlesses: and with assayes of bias,
By indirects
indirections

find directions out,
So by my former lecture and aduise

Shall you my sonne; you haue me, haue you not?

Rey.
My Lord, I haue.

Pol.
God buy yee, far yee well.

Rey.
Good my Lord.

Pol.
Obserue his inclination in your selfe.

Rey.
I shall my Lord.

Pol.
And let him ply his Musick
musique

.

Rey.
Well my Lord.Exit Rey
.


Enter Ophelia
.
Polo.
Farwel. How now Ophelia
, whats the matter?

Ophe.
O my Lord, my Lord, I haue bin
beene

so affrighted

Polo.
With what i'th name of God?

Ophe.
My Lord, as I was sowing in my Closset,
Lord Hamlet
with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
No hat vpon his head his stockins fouled,
Vngartred, and downe gyred
gyued

to his ankle,
Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
And with a looke so pittious in purport
As if he had beene loosed out of hell
To speake of horrors, he comes before me.

Pol.
Mad for thy loue?

Ophe.
My Lord I doe not know,
But truly I doe feare it.

Polo.
What said he?

Ophe.
He tooPage Break
k me by the wrist, and held me hard,
Then goes he to the length of all his arme,
And with his other hand thus ore his brow,
He fals to such perusall of my face
As a would draw it; long staid he so,
At last, a little shaking of mine arme,
And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe,
He raised a sigh so pittious and profound,
As it did seeme to shatter all his bulke,
And end his being; that done, he lets me goe,
And with his head ouer his shoulders
shoulder

turn'd
He seem'd to find his way without his eyes,
For out of doores he went without their helpes,
And to the last bended their light on me.


Polo.
Come, goe with me, I will go seeke the King,
This is the very extasie
extacie

of loue,
Whose violent propertie forgoes
fordoos

it selfe,
And leads the will to desperate
desperat

vndertakings
As oft as any passions vndr heauen
That does
doos

afflict our natures: I am sorrie,
What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late?

Ophe.
No my good Lord, but as you did command
commaund


I did repell his Letters: and denied
His accesse to me.

Pol.
That hath made him mad,
I am sorrie, that with better heed and iudgement
I had not coted him, I fear'd he did but trifle
And meant to wracke thee, but beshrow my Iealousie
Ielousy

:
By heauen it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond our selues in our opinions,
As it is common for the younger sort
To lacke discretion; come, goe we to the King,
This must be knowne, which being kept close, might moue
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More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue,
Come.Exeun
t.



Florish. Enter King and Queene, Rosencraus
and
Guyldensterne
.
King.
Welcome deere Rosencraus
and Guyldensterne
,
Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
The need we haue to vse you did prouoke
Our hastie sending, something haue you heard
Of Hamlets
transformation so call it,
Sith nor th' exterior, nor the inward man
Resembles that it was, what it should be,
More then his fathers death, that thus hath put him,
So much from the vnderstanding of himselfe
I cannot dreame of: I intreat you both,
That being of so young dayes brought vp with him,
And sith so neighboured
nebored

to his youth and hauour,
That you vouchsafe
voutsafe

your rest heere in our Court
Some little time, so by your companies.
To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather

So much as from occasion you may gleane,
Whether ought to vs vnknowne afflicts him thus,
That opend lies within our remedie.

Quee.
Good gentlemen, he hath much talkt of you,
And sure I am, two men there are not
there is not

liuing,
To whom he more adheres, if it will please you
To shew vs so much gentry and good will,
As to extend
expend

your time with vs a while,
For the supply and profit of our hope,
Your vifitation shall receiue such thankes
As fits a Kings remembrance.

Ros.
Both your Maiesties
Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs,
Put your dread pleasures more into command
commaund


Then to intreatie.

Guyl.
But we both obey,
And here giue vp our selues in the full bent,
To lay our seruice freely at your feet.
To be commaunded.


King.
Thanks Rosencraus
, and gentle Guyldensterne
,

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Quee.
Thanks Gu
yldensterne
, and gentle Roscencraus
.
And beseech
And I beseech

you instantly to visit
My too much changed sonne: goe some of you
And bring these Gentlemen where Hamlet
is.

Guyl.
Heauens make our presence and our practices
Pleasant and helpfull to him.

Quee.
I Amen.Exeunt Ros
. and Guyl
.


Enter Polonius
.
Pol.
Th'embassadors from Norway
my good Lord,
Are ioyfully return'd.

King.
Thou ftill hast bin the father of good newes.

Pol.
Haue I my Lord? I assure my good Liege,
I hold my dutie as I hold my soule.
Both to my God, and to my gracious King;
And I doe thinke, or else this braine of mine
Hunts not the trayle of policie so sure
As it hath vs'd to doe, that I haue found
The very cause of Hamlets
lunacie.

King.
O speake of that, that doe I long to heare.


Polo.
Giue first admittance to the Embassdors,
My newes shall be the fruit to that great feast.

King.
Thy selfe doe grace to them, and bring them in.
He tels me my decree: Gertrud

my deere Gertrard


he hath found
The head and source of all your sonnes diftemper.

Quee.
I doubt it is no other but the maine,
His fathers death, and our hastie marriage.

Enter Embassadors.
King.
Well, we shall sift him, welcome my good friends,
Say Voltemand
, what from our brother Norway?


Volte.
Most faire returne of greetings and desires;
Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse
His Nephewes leuies, which to him appear'd
To be a preparation gainst the Pollacke
,
But better lookt into, he truly found
It was against your Highnesse
Highnes

, whereat grieu'd
That so his sicknessPage Break
e, age, and impotence
Was falsly borne in hand, sends out arrests
On Fortenbrasse
, which he in briefe obeyes,
Receiues rebuke from Norway
, and in fine,
Makes vow before his Vncle neuer more
To giue th'assay of Armes against your Maiestie:
Whereon old Norway
ouercome wih ioy,
Giues him threescore thousand crownes in anual fee,
And his commission to imploy those Souldiers,
So leuied (as before) against the Pollacke
,
With an entreaty herein further shone,
That it might please you to giue quiet passe
Through your Dominions for this enterprize
On such regards of safetie and allowance
As therein are set downe.

King.
It likes vs well,
And at our more considered time, wee'le read,
Answer, and thinke vpon this businesse:
Meane time, we thank you for your wel took labour,
Go to your rest, at night weele feast together,
Most welcome home.Exeunt Embassadors.


Pol.
This businesse is well ended,

My Liege and Madam, to expostulate
What maiestie should be, what dutie is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time,
Therefore breuitie is the soule of wit,
And tediousnesse the limmes and outward florishes:
I will be briefe your noble sonne is mad:
Mad call I it, for to define true madnesse,
What ist but to be nothing else but mad?
But let that goe.

Quee.
More matter with lesse art.

Pol.
Madam, I sweare Ivse no art at all,
That he's mad tis true, tis true, tis pittie,
And pittie tis, tis true, a foolish figure,
But farewell it, for I will vse no art,
Mad let vs grant
graunt

him then, and now remaines
That we find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say the cause of this dPage Break
efect
For this effect defectiue comes by cause:
Thus it remaines and the remainder thus
Perpend,
I haue a daughter, haue while she is mine,
Who in her dutie and obedience, marke,
Hath giuen me this, now gather and surmise,
To the Celestiall and my soules Idoll the most beautified

Ophelia
, that's an ill phrase, a vile phrase, beauti­
fied is a vile phrase, but you shall heare: thus in her
excellent white bosome, these &c.


Quee.
Came this from Hamlet
to her?

Pol.
Good Madam stay awile, I will be faithfull,
Doubt thou the stars are fiee,
Letter.

Doubt that the Sunne doth moue,

Doubt truth to be a lyer,

But neuer doubt I loue.

O deere Ophelia
, I am ill at these numbers, I haue not art to
reckon my groanes
recken my grones

, but that I loue thee best, oh most best be­
leeue it! adiew. Thine euermore most deare Ladie, whilest this
machine is to him
to him.Hamlet
.

.

(
Hamlet
.

Pol.
This in obedience hath my daughter shown meAnd more about hath his solicitings



As
And

they fell out by time, by means, and place,
All giuen to mine eare.

King.
But how hath she receiu'd his loue?

Pol.
What doe you thinke of me?

King.
As of a man faithfull and honourable.

Pol.
I would faine proue so, but what might you think
When I had seene this hot
hote

loue on the wing?
As I perceiu'd it (I must tell you that)
Before my daughter told me, what might you,
Or my deare Maiestie your Queene heere thinke,
If I had plaid the Deske, or Table‐booke,
Or giuen my heart
hart

a working mute and dumbe,
Or lookt vpon this loue with idle sight,
What might you thinke? no, I went round to worke,
And my young Mistresse this
mistris thus

I did bespeake,
Lord Hamlet
is a PriPage Break
nce out of thy starre
star

,
This must not be: and then I prescripts gaue her
That she should locke her selfe from his
her

resort,
Admit no messengers, receiue no tokens.
Which done she tooke the fruits of my aduise,
And he repel'd, a short tale to make,
Fell into a sadnesse, then into a fast,
Thence to a watch
wath

thence into aweaknesse
weaknes


,
Thence to lightnesse, and by this declension,
Into the madnesse
madnes

wherein now he raues,
And all we mourne for.

King.
Doe you thinke this?

Quee.
It may be very like.

Pol.
Hath there beene such a time, I would faine know that,
That I haue positiuely said, tis so,
When it prou'd otherwise?

King.
Not that I know.

Pol.
Take this, from this, if this be otherwise;
If circumstances leade me, I will find
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
Within the Centre.

King.
How may we trie it further?

Pol.
You know sometimes he walkes foure houres together
Heere in the Lobbie.


Quee.
So he does indeed.

Pol.
At such a time; ile loose my daughter to him,
Be you and I behind an Arras then,
Marke the encounter, if he loue her not,
And be not from his reason falne thereon
Let me be no assistant for a State
But keepe a Farme and Carters.

King.
We will trie it.

Enter Hamlet
.
Quee.
But looke where sadly the poore wretch comes reading.

Pol.
Away, I do beseech you both away.Exit King and Queene.

Ile boord
bord

him presently, oh giue me leaue,
How does
dooes

my good Lord Hamlet
?

Ham.
Well, God a mercy.

Pol.
Doe you know me my Lord?

Ham.
Excellent well, you are a Fishmonger.

Pol.
Not I my Lord.

Ham.
Then I would you were Page Break
so honest a man.

Pol.
Honest my Lord.

Ham.
I sir to be honest as this world goes,
Is to be one man pickt out of ten
tenne

thousand,

Pol.
That's very true my Lord.

Ham.
For if the Sun breed maggots in a dead dogge, being a
good kissing carrion. Haue you a daughter?

Pol.
I haue my Lord.

Ham.
Let her not walke i'th Sun, conception is a blessing,
But as your daughter may conceiue, friend looke to't.

Pol.
How say you by that, st ll harping on my daughter, yet
he knew me not at first, a said I was a Fishmonger, a is farre gone,
and truly in my youth, I suffered much extremity for loue, very
neere this. Ile speake to him againe. What doe you reade my
Lord.

Ham.
Words, words, words.

Pol.
What is the matter my Lord.

Ham.
Betweene who.

Pol.
I meane the matter that you read my Lord.

Ham.
Slanders sir; for the Satericall Rogue saies here, that old
men haue grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eies
purging thick Amber, and Plum‐tree Gum, and that they haue a
plentifull lacke of wit, together with most weake hams, all which
fir though I most powerfully and potently beleeue, yet I hold it
not honestie to haue it thus set down, for your selfe sir shall grow
old as I am; if like a Crab you could goe backeward.

Pol.
Though this be madnesse, yet there is method in't, wil you
walke out of the aire my Lord?

Ham.
Into my graue.

Polo.
Indeed that's out of the aire; how pregnant sometimes
his replies are, a happines that often madnes hits on, which reason
and sanctitie could not so prosperously be deliuered of. I wil leaue
him and my daughter. My Lord, I will take my leaue of you.

Ham.
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You cannot take from me any thing that I will not more
willingly part withall: except my life, except my life, except my
life.Enter Guildersterne
, and Rosoncraus
.


Polo.
Fare you well my Lord.

Ham.
These tedious old fooles.

Polo.
You goe to seeke the Lord Hamlet
, there he is.

Ros.
God saue you sir.

Guyl.
My honor'd Lord.

Ros.
My most deere Lord.

Ham.
My excellent good
My extent good

friends, How dost
How doost

thou Guildensterne
?
A Rosencraus
, good lads how doe you both?

Ros.
As the indifferent children of the earth.

Guyl.
Happy, in that we are not euer happy on Fortunes lap,
We are not the very button.

Ham.
Nor the soles of her shooe.

Ros.
Neither my Lord.

Ham.
Then you liue about her wast, or in the middle of her fa­
(
uors.

Guyl.
Faith her priuates we.

Ha.
In the secret parts of fortune, oh most true, she is a strumpet
What newes?

Ros.
None my Lord, but the worlds growne honest.

Ham.
Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is not
(
true;
But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsonoure?


Ros.
To visit you my Lord, no other occasion.

Ham.
Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thank
you, and sure deare friends, my thanks are too deare a halfpeny:
were you not sent for? is it your owne inclining? is it a free visita
tion? come, come, deale iuftly with me, come, come, nay speake.

Guyl.
VVhat should we say my Lord?


Ham.
Any thing but to'th purpose; you were sent for, and there
is a kind of confession in your lookes, which your modesties haue
not craft enough to cullour, I know the good King and Queene
haue sent for you.

Ros.
To what end my Lord?

Ham.
That you must teach me: but let me coniure you, by the
rights of our fellowship, by the consonancie of our youth, by the
obligation of our euer preserued loue; and by what more deare
a better proposer can change you withal, be euen and direct with
mee whether you were sent for or no.

Ros.
What say you?

Ham.
Nay then I haue an eie of you, if you loue me holPage Break
d not off.

Guyl.
My Lord we were sent for.

Ham.
I will tell you whyComma.


so shall my anticipation preuent your
discouerie & your secrecie to the King and Queen moult no fea­
ther, I haue of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth,
forgon all custome of exercises, and indeede it goes soe heauily
with my disposition, that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me
a sterill promontorie, this most excellent Canopie the aire, looke
you, this braue ore‐hanged
orehanging

firmament, this maiesticall roofe fret­
ted with golden fire, why it appearth nothing to mee but a foule
and pestilent congregation of vapours. What peece of worke is
a man, how noble in reason, how infinit in faculties, in forme and
moouing, how expresse and admirable in action, how like an An­
gell in apprehension, how like a God: the beautie of the world;
the parragon of Annimales, & yet to me, what is this quintessence
of dust? man delights not mee nor woman
women

neither, though by
your smiling you seeme to say so.

Ros.
My Lord there was no such stuffe in my thoughts.

Ham.
Why did yee laugh then, when I said man delights not me.

Ros.
To thinke my Lord if you delight not in man, what Lenton
entertainment the plaiers shall receiue from you, wee coted them
on the way, and hether are the coming to offer you seruice.

Ham.
He that plaies the King shall be welcome, his Maieste
shall haue tribute on mee, the aduenterous Knight shall vse his
foyle and target, the louer shall not sing
sigh

gratis
, the humorous man
shall end his part in peace and the Ladie shall say her mind freely:
or the blanke
blacke

verse shall hault for't. What players are they?

Ros.
Euen those you were wont to take such delight in, the Tra­
gedians of the Citie.
Citie.
Citry.




Ham.
How chances it the
they

trauaile? their residence both in re­
putation and profit was better both waies.

Ros.
I thinke their inhibition, comes by the meanes of the
late innouation.

Ham.
Do the
they

hold the same eftimation they did when I was
in the Citie? are they so followed?

Ros.
No indeede are they not.

Ham.
It is not very strange, for my Vncle is King of Denmarke,
& those that would make mouths at him while my father liued,
giue twentie, fortie, fiftie, a hundred duckets a peece, for his Pic­
ture in little: s'bloud there is something in thiPage Break
s more then natu­
rall, if Philosophy could fin d it out.A flourish.


Guyl.
There are plaiers.
are the players.



Ham.
Gentlemen you are welcome to Elsonoure,
your hands,
come then th'apportenance
appurtenance

of welcome is fashion and ceremo­
nie; let mee comply with you in this garb: lest my extent
let
my extent

to the
Plaiers, which I tell you must showe fairely outwards, fhould
more appeare like entertainment then yours? you are welcome:
but my Vncle‐father, and Aunt‐mother, are deceaued.

Guyl.
In what my deare Lord.

Ham.
I am but mad North North‐west; when the wind is Sou­
therly, I know a Hawke, from a Hand‐saw.

Enter Polonius
.
Pol.
Well be with you Gentlemen.

Ham.
Hark you Guyldensterne
, and you to, are each
to,at
each


eare a hearer,
that great babie as you see is
babie you see there, is

not yet out of his swadling clouts.

Ros.
Happily he is the second time come to them, for they say
an old man is twice a child.

Ham.
I will prophecie that he comes
I will prophecie he comes

to tell me of the Plaiers;
marke it, you say right sir a Monday morning t'was then indeed.

Pol.
My Lord I haue newes to tell you.

Ham.
My Lord I haue newes to tell you: when Rossius
was
an Actor in Rome.

Pol.
The Actors are come hether my Lord.

Ham.
Buz, buz,

Pol.
Vpon my honour.

Ham.
Then came each Actor on his Asse.

Pol.
The best actors in the world, either for Tragedie, Comedie,
Historie, Pastorall, Pastoral‐Comicall, Historical‐Pastorall, seeme
scene


indeuidable, or Poem vnlimited. Seneca
cannot be too heauie,
nor Plautus
too light for the law of writ, and the libertie: these
are the onely men.

Ham.
O Ieptha
Iudge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou?

Pol.
What a treasure had he my Lord?

Ham.
Why one faire daughter and no more, the which he lo­
ued passing well.

Pol.
Still on my daughter.

Ham.
Am I not i'th right old Ieptha
Double Triangle.




Pol.
If you call me Ieptha, my lord, I have
a daughter that I love passing well.

Ham
.
Nay, that followes not.

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Pol.

What followes then my Lord?

Ham.
Why as by lot God wot, and then you know it came to
passe, as most like it was; the first rowe of the pious chanson will
show you more, for looke where my abridgement comes.

Enter the Players.
Ham.
You are welcome maisters, welcome all, I am glad to see
thee well, welcome good friends, oh old friend, why thy face is
valanc'd
valanct

since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard mee in Den­
marke?
what my young Ladie and Mistris, my Ladie
Mistris by Ladie

your Ladi­
ship is neerer
nerer

to Heauen, then when I saw you last by the altitude
of a chopine, pray God your voice like a peece of vncurrant gold,
be not crackt within the ring: maisters you are all welcome,
weele ento't like friendly Faukners
Fankners

, flie at any thing we see, weele
haue a speech strait, come giue vs a taste of your qualitie, come a
passionate speech.

Player.
What speech my good Lord?

Ham.
I heard thee speake me a speech once, but it was neuer ac­
ted, or if it was, not aboue once, for the play I remember pleasd
not the million, t'was cauiary to the general, but it was as I recei­
ued it and others, whose iudgements in such matters cried in the
top of mine, an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set
downe with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said
there were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter sauory, nor
no matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affection,
but cald it an honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
much, more handsome then fine: one speech in't I chiefly loued,
t'was Æneas
talke to Dido
, and there about of it especially when
he speakes of Priams
slaughter, if it liue in your memory begin at
this line, let me see, let me see, the rugged Pyrhus
like Th'ircanian
Beast, tis not it
not so, it

begins with Pyrrhus
. The rugged Pyrrhus
, he
whose sable armes,
Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble,
When he lay couched in th'ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complection smeard,
With Heraldy more dismall head to foot,
Now is he totall Gules, horridly trickt
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes,
Bak'd and embasted
empasted

with the parching streets
Than lend a tirranous
That lend a tirranus

and a damned light
To their Lords murtPage Break
her, rosted in wrath and fire,
And thus ore‐cised with coagulate gore,
VVith eyes like Carbunckles, the hellish Pyrrhus

Old gransire Priam
seekes; so proceed you.

Pol.
Foregod my Lord well spoken, with good accent and
(
good discretion.

Play.
Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greekes, his anticke sword
Rebellious to his arme, lies where i falls,
Repugnant to command; vnequall matcht,
Pirrhus
at Priam
driues, in rage strikes wide,
But with the whiffe and wind of his fell sword,
Th'vnnerued father falls:
Seeming to feele this blow, with flaming top
Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious crash
Takes prisoner Pirrhus
eare, for lo his sword
Which was declining on the milkie head
Of reuerent Priam,
seem'd i'th ayre to stick,
So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus
stood
Like a newtrall to his will and matter,
Did nothing:
But as we often see against some storme,
A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still,
The bould winds speechlesse, and the orbe below
As hush as death, anon the dreadfull thunder
Doth rend the region, so after Pirrhus
pause,
A rowsed vengeance sets him new a worke,
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall,
On Marses
Armor forg'd for proofe eterne,
VVith lesse remorse then Pirrhus
bleeding sword
Now falls on Priam
.

Out, out, thou strumper Fortune! all you gods,
In general sy nod take away her power,
Breake all the spokes, and fellowes
follies

from her wheele,
And boule the round naue downe the hill of heauen
As lowe as to the fiends.

Polo.
This is too long.

Ha.
It shal to the barbers with your beard; prethee say on, he's
for a Iig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleepes, say on, come to Hecuba


Play.
But who, a woe, had seene the mobled Queene.

Ham.
The mobled QueenePage Break
.

Polo.
That's good.

Play.
Runne barefoot vp and downe, threatning the flames.
With Bison
rhume
rehume

, a clout vpon that head
Where late the Diadem stood, and for a robe,
About her lanck and all ore‐teamed loynes,
A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp.
Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept,
Gainst fortunes state would treason haue pronounc'd;
But if the gods themselues did see her then,
When she saw Pirhus
make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husbands
husband

limmes,
The instant burst of clamor that she made,
Vnlesse things mortall mooue them not at all,
Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen
And passion in the gods.

Pol.
Looke where he has not turned his collour
cullour

, and has teares
in's eyes prethee no more.

Ham.
Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest of this soone,
good my Lord will you see the Players well bestowed; doe you
heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the abstract and breefe
Chronicles of the time; after your death you were better haue a
bad Epitaph then their ill report while you liue.

Pol.
My Lord, I will vse them according to their desert.

Ham.
Gods bodkin man, much better, vse euery man after his
desert, and who shall scape whipping, vse them after your own
honour and dignitie, the lesse they deserue the more merrit is in
your bouny. Take them in.

Pol.
Come sirs.

Ha.
Follow him friends, weele here
heare

a play to morrow; dost thou
heare me old friend, can you play the murther of Gonzago
?

Play.
I my Lord.

Ham.
Weele hau't
hate

to morrow night, you could for need study
a speech of some dosen lines, or sixteene lines, which I would set
downe and insert in't: could you not?

Play.
I my Lord.

Ham.
Very well, follow that Lord, and looke you mocke him
not. My good friends, Ile leaue you till
tell

night, you are welcome
to Elsonoure
.Exeunt Pol
. and PlayerPage Break
s.


Ros.
Good my Lord.Exit.


Ham.
I so, God buy to you, now I am alone,
O what a rogue and pesant slaue am I!
Is it not monstrous that this Player here
But in a fixion, in a dreame of passion
Could force his soule so to his owne conceit
That from her working all the visage wand,
Teares in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
A broken voice, and his
an his

whole function suting
VVith formes to his conceit; and all for nothing,
For Hecuba
.
VVhat's Hecuba
to him, or he to her,
That he should wepe for her? what would he doe
Had he the motiue, and that for passion
That I haue? he would drowne the stage with teares,
And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech,
Make mad the guilty, and appeale
appale

the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed,
The very faculties of eyes and eares; yet I,
A dull and muddy mettled raskall peake,
Like Iohn
‐a‐dreames, vnpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no not for a King,
Vpon whose property and most deare life,
A damn'd defeate was made: am I a coward,
VVho calls me villain, breaks my pate a crosse,
Plucks off my beard, and blowes it in my face,
Twekes me by the nose, giues me the ly i'th throat
thraote


As deepe as to the lunges: who does me this,
Hah! s'wounds I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pidgion liuerd, and lacke gall

To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I fhould haue fatted all the region kytes
VVith this slaues offall, bloody, baudy villaine,
Remorslesse, treacherous, letcherous, kindlesse villain.
VVhy what an Asse am I? this is moft braue,
That I the sonne of a deere father murthered
deere murthered

,
Prompted to my reuenge by h
eauen
and hell,
Must like a whore vnpack my heart
hart

with words,
AnPage Break
d fal a cursing like a very drabbe; stallion
a stallyon

, fie vppont, foh.
About my braines, hum, I haue heard,
That guiltie creatures sitting at a play,
Haue by the very cunning of the Scene,
Beene strooke so to the soule, that presently
They haue proclaim'd their malfactions:
For murther though it haue no tongue will speake
With most miraclous organ. Ile haue these Players
Play somthing like the murther of my father
Before mine Vncle, Ile obser
ue
his lookes,
Ile tent him to the quick, if
a do blench
I know my course. The spirit that I haue seene
May be a diuell, and the diuell
a deale, and the deale

a diuell, and the diuell
hath power
T'assume a pleasing shape; yea and perhaps,
Out of my weake
nesse
and my melancholly,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damne me; Ile haue grounds
More relat
iue
then this, the play's the thing
VVherein Ile catch the conscience of the King.Exit.




Enter King, Queene, Polonius
, Ophelia
, Rosencraus
, Guyl­
densterne,
Lords
King.
And can you by no drift of conference
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his daies of quiet
VVith turbulent and dangerous lunacie?

Ros.
He dooes confesse he feeles himselfe distracted,
But from what cause a will by no meanes speake.

Guyl.
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But with a crafty madnesse keepes aloofe
VVhen we would bring him on to some confession

Of his true state.

Quee.
Did he receiue you well?

Ros.
Most like a Gentleman.

Guyl.
But with much forcing of his disposition.

Ros.
Niggard of question, but of our demands
demaunds


Most free in his reply.

Quee.
Did you afsay him to any pastime?

Ros.
Madam, it fo fell out that certaine Players
We ore‐raught on the way, of these we told him,
And therPage Break
e did seeme in him a kind of ioy
To heare of it: they are heere about the Court,
And as I thinke, they haue alreadie order
This night to play before him.

Pol.
Tis most true.
And he beseecht me to intreat your Maiesties
To heare and see the matter.

King.
With all my heart
hart

,
And it doth much content me
To heare him so inclin'd.
Good Gentlemen giue him a further edge,
And driue his purpose into these delights.

Ros.
We shall my Lord.Exeunt Ros
. & Guyl
.


King.
Sweet Gertrard
, leaue vs two,
For we haue closely sent for Hamlet
hether,
That he as t'were by accedent, may heere
Affront Ophelia
; her father and my selfe,
VVee'le so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene,
VVe may of their encounter frankly iudge,
And gather by him as he is behau'd,
Ift be th'affliction of his loue or no
That thus he suffers for.

Quee.
I shall obey you.
And for my part
for your part

Ophelia
I doe wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlets
wildnesse, so shall I hope your vertues
Will bring him to his wonted way againe,
To both your honours.

Ophe.
Madam, I wish it may.

Pol.
Ophelia
walk you here: gracious so please you,

We will bestow our selues; read on this Booke,
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your lowinesse
lowines


; we are oft too blame in this,
Tis too much prou'd, that with deuotions visage
And pious action, we doe sugar ore
The Deuill himselfe.

King.
O tis too true,
How smart a lash that speech doth giue my conscience?
Page Break
The harlots cheeke beautied with plastring art,
Is not more vgly
ongly

to the thing that helps it,
Then is my deed to my most painted word:
O heauy burthen:

Enter Hamlet
.
Pol.
I heare him comming, withdraw my Lord.

Ham.
To be, or not to be, that is the question,
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrowes of outragious Fortune,
Or to take armes against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: To die to sleepe
No more: and by a sleepe, to say we end
The hart‐ake, and the thousand naturall shocks
That flesh is heire to; tis a consummation
Deuoutly to be wisht to die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dreame, I there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreames may come?
When we haue shuffled off this mortall coyle
Must giue vs pause, there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the whips and scornes of time,
Th' oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely,
The pangs of office and the Lawes delay,
The
pangs of dispiz'd love the lawes delay,


The
insolence of office, and the spurnes
That patient merit of th'vnworthy takes,
When himselfe
When he himself

might his quietus
make
With a bare bodkin; who would fardels beare,
To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life?
But that the dread of something after death,
The vndiscouer'd Countrie, from whose borne

Notraueller
trauiller


returnes, puzzels the will,
And makes vs rather beare those ils we haue,
Then flie to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience dooes make cowards,
And thus the natiue hiew of resolution
Is sickled ore with the pale cast of thought.
And Enterprizes of great pitch and momPage Break
ent,
VVith this regard their currents turne awry,
And loose the name of action. Soft you now,
The faire Ophelia
, Nimph in thy Orizons
Be all my sins remembred.

Ophe.
Good my Lord,
How dooes your honour for this many a day?

Ham.
I humbly thanke you; well.

Ophe.
My Lord I haue remembrances of yours
That I haue longed long to re‐deliuer,
I pray you now receiue them.

Ham.
No, not I, I neuer gaue you ought.

Ophe.
My honor'd Lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composd
As made these things more rich: their perfume lost,
Take these againe, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poore when giuers proue vnkind,
There my Lord.

Ham.
Ha, ha, are you honest.

Ophe.
My Lord.

Ham.
Are you faire?

Ophe.
VVhat meanes your Lordship?

Ham.
That if you be honest and faire, you should admit no
discourse to your beautie.

Ophe.
Could beautie my Lord haue better commerce
comerse

commerce

Then with honesty?

Ham.
I truly, for the power of beautie will sooner transforme
honestie from what it is to a Baud, then the force of honesty can
translate beautie in his
into his

likenesse, this was sometime a Paradoxe,
but now the time giues it proofe, I did loue you once.

Ophe.
Indeed my Lord you made me beleeue so.

Ham.
You should not haue beleeu'd me, for vertue cannot so
euacuate
enocutat

our old stock, but we shall rellish of it: I loued you not.


Ophe.
I was the more deceiued.

Ham.
Get thee a Nunry: why would'st thou be a breeder of
sinners? I am my self indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me
of suh things, that it were better my Mother had not borne mee:
I am very proud, reuengeful, ambitious, with moPage Break
re offences at my
beck, then I haue thoghts to put them in imagination to giue thēthem


shape, or time to act them in: what should such fellowes as I do
crauling betweene Earth and Heauen? we are arrant Knaues, be­
lieue none of vs. Go thy waies to a Nunry, VVher's your father?>

Ophe.
At home my Lord.

Ham.
Let the doers
dooers

doers
doores


be shut vpon him,
That he may play the foole no where but in's owne house,
Farewell.

Ophe.
O helpe him you sweet Heauens.

Ham.
If thou doost mary, Ile giue thee this plague for thy dow­
ry, be thou as chast as Ice
yee

, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny, get thee to a Nunry, farwell. Or if thou wilt needs mar­
ry, marrie a foole, for wisemen know well enough what monsters
you make of them: to a Nunry go, and quickly to, farwell.

Ophe.
Heauenly powers restore him.

Ham.
I haue heard of your paintings well enough, God hath
giuen you one face, and you make your selues
your selfes

another, you gig &
amble, and you list you nickname Gods creatures, and make your
wantonnesse
wantonnes

ignorance; go to, Ile no more on't, it hath made me
mad, I say we will haue no mo marriage, those that are married
already, all but one shall liue, the rest shall keepe as they are: to a
Nunrie goe.Exit.


Ophe.
O what a noble mind is here othrowne!
The Courtiers, Soldiers, Scholers, eie, tongue, sword,
Th'expectation, and Rose of the faire state,
The glasse of fashion, and the mould of forme,
Th'obseru'd of all obseruers, quite, quite downe,
And I of Ladies most deiect and wretched,
That suckt the hony of his Musick
honny of his Musickt

vowes;
Now see what noble and most souereigne reason
Like sweet bels iangled out of time, and harsh,
That vnmarcht
unmatcht

forme, and stature of blowne youth
Blasted with extasie. O wo is me
T' haue seene what I haue seene, see what I see.Exit.



Enter King and Polonius

King.
Loue: his affections do not that way tend,
Nor what he spake, though it lackt forme a little,
Was not like madnes; there's something in his soule
Ore which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I doe doubPage Break
t, the hatch and the discolse
Will be some danger; which for to preuent,
I haue in quick determination
Thus set downe:
Thus set it downe:

he shall with speed to England,

For the demand
demaund

of our neglected Tribute,
Haply the Seas, and Countries different,
With variable obiects shall expell
This something setled matter in his heart
hart

,
Whereon his braines still beating
Puts him thus from fashion of himselfe.
What thinke you
on't?

Pol.
It shall doe well.
But yet do I belieue the origen & comencement of it
oregin and commencement of his greefe

it

Sprung from neglected loue: how now Ophelia
?
You need not tell vs what Lord Hamlet
said,
We heard it all: my Lord, doe as you please,
But if you hold it fit, after the play.
Let his Queen‐mother all alone intreat him
To show his griefe, let her be round with him,
And Ile be plac'd (so please you) in the eare
Of all their conference: if she find him not,
To England
send him: or consine him where
Your wisdome best shall thinke.

King.
It shall be so,
Madnes in great ones must not vnmatcht go.Exeunt.



Enter Hamlet
, and three of the Players.
Ham.
Speake the speech I pray you as I pronounc'd
pronoun'd

it to you,
trippingly on the tongue, but if you mouth it as many of our
Players do, I had as liue the Town‐crier spoke my lines, nor doe
not saw the aire too much with your hand thus, but vse al
all

al
gently,
for in the very torrent tempest, & as I may say, whirlwind of your
passion you must acquire and beget a tempernce, that may giue it
smoothnesse, O it offends me to to the soule, to heare a robusti­
ous Perwig‐pated fellow tere a passion to totters, to verie rags,
to spleet the eares of the ground‐lings, who for the most part are
capable of nothing but in explicable dumbe shewes, and noiPage Break
se
noyse

: I
would haue such a fellow whipt for ore‐doing Termagant, it out
Herods
, Herod
, pray you auoid it.

Play.
I warrant your honour.

Ham.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be
your tutor, sute the action to the word, the word to the action,
with this speciall obseruance, that you ore‐step not the modestie
of Nature: For any thing so ore‐done, is from the purpose of
playing, whose end both at first
at the first

, and now, was and is, to hold as
twere the Mirrour vp to Nature, to shew vertue her feature; scorn
her own Image, and the very age and bodie of the time his forme
and pressure: Now this ouer‐done, or come tardie off though it
makes the vnskilfull laugh, cannot but make the iudicious grieue,
the censure of which one muft in your allowance ore‐weigh a
whole Theater of others. O there be Players that I haue seen play,
and heard others praisd, and that highly, not to speake it profane­
ly, that neither hauing th' accent of Christians,
nor the gate of
Christian, Pagan,
nor man, haue so strutted & bellowed, that I haue
thought some of Natures Iournymen
jornimen

had made men, and not
made them well, they imitated humanitie so abominably
abhominably

.

Play.
I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with vs.

Ham.
O reforme it altogether, and let those that play your
Clownes speake no more then is set downe for them, for there be
of them that will themselues laugh, to set on some quantitie of
barraine Spectators to laugh to, though in the meane time, some
necessarie question of the play be then to be considered: that's vil­
lanous, and shewes a most pittifull ambition in the Foole that v­
ses it: go make you readie. How now my Lord, will the King
heare this piece of worke?

Enter Polonius
, Guyldensterne
, and Rosencraus
.
Pol.
And the Queene to, and that presently,

Ham.
Bid the Players make haste. Will you two help to haten
(
them.

Ros.
I my Lord.Exeunt those two.


Ham.
What how
howe

, Horatio
.Enter Horatio
.


Hora.
Heere sweet Lord, at your seruice.

Ham.
Horatio
, thou art een as iust a man
As ere my conuersation copt withall.


Hora.
O my deare Lord.

Ham.
Nay, do not thinke I flatter.
For what aduancement may I hope from thee
That no reuenue haft but thy good spirits
To feePage Break
d and cloath thee, why should the poore be flattred?
No let the candied tongue lick obsurd
absurd

pompe,
And crooke the pregnant hinges
hindges

of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning
fauning

, dost thou heare,
Since my deare soule was Mistris of her choice,
And could of men distinguish her election
Shath
S'hath

seald thee for her selfe, for thou hast bin
As one in suffering all that suffers nothing,
A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards
Hast tane with equall thanks; and bleft are those
Whose bloud and iudgement are so well comedled,
That they are not a pipe for Forunes finger
To sound what ftop she please: giue me that man
That is not passions slaue, and I will weare him
In my hearts
harts

core, I in my heart
hart

of heart
As I do thee. Something too much of this,
There is a play to night before the King,
One Scene of it comes neere the circumstance
Which I haue told thee of my fathers death,
I prethee when thou seest that Act a foot,
Euen with the very comment of thy soule
Obserue my Vncle, if his occulted guilt
Doe not it selfe vnkennill in one speech,
It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene,
And my imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans
stithy; giue him heedfull note
For I mine eies will riuet to his face,
And after we will both our iudgements ioyne
In censure of his seeming.

Hora.
Well my Lord,
If a steale ought the whilst this Play is playing
And scape detected, I will pay the theft.

Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drummes, King, Queene,
Polonius
, Ophelia
.
Ham.
They are comming to the Play. I must be idle,

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et
you a place.

King.
How fares our CousPage Break
in
cosin

Hamlet
?

Ham.
Excellent Ifaith.
Of the Camelions dish, I eat the aire,
Promis‐cram'd, you cannot feed Capons so.

King.
I haue nothing with this answer
aunswer

Hamlet

These words are not mine.

Ham.
No nor mine now my Lord.
You playd once i'th the Vniuersitie you say,

Pol.
That did I my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor,

Ham
.
What did you enact?

Pol.
I did enact Iulius Cæsar
, I was kild i'th Capitall,
Brutus
kild me.

Ham.
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calfe there.
Be the Players readie?

Ros.
I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.

Ger.
Come hither my deare Hamlet
, sit by me.

Ham.
No good mother here's mettle more attractiue.

Pol.
O, oh, doe you marke that.

Ham.
Ladie shall lie
shall I lie

in your lap?

Ophe.
No my Lord.

Ham.
Doe you thinke I meant Countrie matters?

Ophe.
I thinke nothing my Lord.

Ham.
That's a faire thought to lie between maids legs.

Ophe.
What is my Lord?

Ham.
Nothing.

Ophe.
You are merrie my Lord.

Ham.
Who I?

Ophe.
I my Lord.

Ham.
O God! your onely Iigge‐maker, what should a man do
but be merrie, for looke you how cherefully my mother lookes,
and my father died within's two houres.

Ophe.
Nay, tis twice two moneths my Lord.

Ham.
So long, nay then let the Deuill
deule

weare black, for Ile haue
a Sute of Sables; O heauens, die two moneths ago, and not for­
gotten yet, then there's hope a great mans memorie may out‐liue
his life halfe a yeare, but ber Ladie a must build Churches then, or
else shall a suffer not thinking on, with the Hobby‐horse, whose
Epitaph is, for O, for O, the Hobby‐horse is forgot.


The Trumpets sound. Dumbe show followes.
Enter a King and a Queene, the Queene embracingPage Break
him, and he her,
he takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her necke, he lies him downe
vpon a banke of flowers, shee seeing him asleepe, leaues him: anon comes
in another man, take.
s
off his Crown, kisses it, pours poyson in the sleepers
eares, and leaues him: the Queene returnes, finds the King dead, makes
passionate action, the poysoner with some three or foure comes
come

in againe,
seem to condole with her, the dead body is carried away, the poisoner woes
the Queen with gifts, she seems harsh awhile, but in the end acceps
accepts

loue.
Oph.
VVhat meanes this my Lord?

Ham.
Marry it is munching
Marry this munching

Mallico
, it meanes mischeife.

Oph.
Belike this show imports the argument of the Play.

Ham.
We shall know by this fellow,Enter prologue.

The Players cannot keepe they'le tell all.

Ophe.
Will a tell vs what this show meant?

Ha.
I, or any show that you will show him, be not you asham'd
to show, heele not shame to tell you what it meanes.

Oph.
You are naught, you are naught, Ile marke the Play.

Prologue.
For vs and for our Tregedy,
Heere stooping to your clemencie,
We begge your hearing patiently.

Ham.
Is this a Prologue or the posie of a Ring?

Ophe.
Tis briefe my Lord.

Ham.
As womans loue.

Enter King and Queene.
King.
Full thirty times hath Phœbus
Cart gone round
Neptunes
salt wash, and Tellus
orb'd the ground,
And thirty dosen Moones with borrowed sheene
About the world haue times twelue thirties beene
Since Loue our hearts, and Hymen
did our hands
Vnite comutuall in most sacred bands.

Quee.
So many iourneyes may the Sun and Moon
Make vs againe count ore ere loue bd done
be done

,
But woe is me you are so sicke of late,
So farre from cheere, and from your former
our former

state
,
That I diftrust you, yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you my Lord it nothing must.

For women feare too much, euen as they loue,
And womenPage Break
s feare and loue hold quantity,
Either none, in neither ought, or in extremity,
Now what my Lord is proofe hath made you know,
And as my loue is ciz'st
ciz't

, my feare is so,
Where loue is great, the litlest doubts are feare,
Where little fears grow great, great loue grows there

King.
Faith I must leaue thee loue, and shortly to,
My operant powers their functions leaue to doe,
And thou shalt liue in this faire world behind,
Honord, belou'd, and haply one as kind,
For husband shalt thou.

Quee.
O confound the reft.
Such loue must needs be treason in my brest,
In second husband let me be accurst,
None wed the second, but who kild the first.

Ham.
That's
wormwood.

The instances that second marriage moue
Are base respects of thrift, but none of loue,
A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.

King.
I do beleeue you think what now you speak,
But what we doe determine, oft we breake,
Purpose is but the slaue to memory,
Of violent birth, but poore validity,
Which now the fruit vnripe sticks on the tree,
But fall vnshaken when they mellow be.
Most necessary tis that we forget
To pay our selues what to our selues is debt,
What to our selues in passion we propose,
The pa
ssion
ending, doth the purpose lose,
The violence of either griefe or ioy,
Their owne ennactures with themselues deftroy,
Where ioy most reuels, griefe doth most lament,
Griefe ioy, ioy griefes, on slender accedent,
This world is not for aye, nor tis not strange,
That euen our loues should with our fortuns change,
For tis a question left vs yet to proue,
Whether loue lead fortune, or else fortune loue.
The great man downe, you marke his fauourite flies,

The poore aduanced makes friends Page Break
of enemies,
And hethertoo doth loue on fortune tend,
For who not needs, shll neuer lack a friend,
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run,
That our deuices still are ouerthrowne,
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne,
So thinke thou wilt no second husband wed,
But dy
die

thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead.

Quee.
Nor earth to me giue food, nor heauen light,
Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
To desperation turne my trust and hope,
And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope,
Each opposite that blanks the face of ioy,
Meet what I would haue well, and it destroy,
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,

Ham.
If she should
break it now.

If once I be a widdow, euer I be wife
be a wife

.

King.
Tis deeply sworne, sweet leaue me heare a while,
My spirits grow dull and faine I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep,

Quee.
Sleep rock thy brain,
And neuer come mischance betwixt
between

vs twainExeunt.


Ham.
Maddam, how like you this Play?

Quee.
The Lady doth protest too much me thinks.

Ham.
O but shee'le keep her word.

King.
Haue you heard the argument? is there no offence in't?

Ham.
No, no, they do but iest, poison in iest, no offence i'th
(
world.

King.
What do you call the Play?

Ham.
The Mousetrap, mary how tropically, this Play is the
Image of a murther done
doone

in Vienna
, Gonzago
is the Dukes name,
his wife Baptista
, you shall see anon, tis a knauish piece of work,
but what of that? your Maiesty and we shall haue
we that haue

free soules, it
touches vs not, let the gauled Iade winch, our withers are vn­
wrung
wrong

. This is one Lucianus
, Nephew to the King.

Enter Lucianus.
Oph.
You are as good as a Chorus
my Lord.

Ham.
I could interpret betweene you aPage Break
nd your loue

If I could see the puppits dallying.

Ophe.
You are keene my Lord, you are keene.

Ham.
It would cost you a groning to take off mine edge.

Oph.
Still better and worse.

Ham.
So you mistake your husbands. Begin murtherer, leaue
thy 'damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth
bellow for reuenge.

Luc.
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit and time agreeing,
Considerate season, els no creature seeing,
Thou mixture ranke, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecats
ban thrice blasted, thrice infected
inuected

,
Thy naturall magicke, and dire propertie,
On wholesome life vsurps immediately.

Ham.
A poisons him i'th Garden for his eftate, his names Gonza­
go
, the story is extant and written in very choice Italian,
you shall
see anon how the murtherer gets the loue of Gonzagoes
wife.

Oph.
The King rises.

Quee.
How fares my Lord?

Pol.
Giue ore the Play.

King.
giue me some light, away.

Pol.
Lights, lights, lights.Exeunt, all but Ham
. and Horacio
.


Ham.
Why let the stroken
strooken

Deere goe weepe,
The Hart vngauled play,
For some must watch whilst some must sleepe,
Thus runs the world away. Would not this sir & a forrest of fea­
thers, if the rest of my fortuns turne Turk with me, with prouincial
Roses, on my raz'd shooes, get me a fellowship in a city of Player?

Hora.
Halfe a share.

Ham.
A whole one I.
For thou dost know oh Damon
deere
This Realme dimantled was
Of Ioue
himselfe, and now raignes here
A very very paiock.

Hora.
You might haue rim'd.

Ham.
O good Horatio
, Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand
pound. Didst perceaue?

Hora.
Very well my Lord.

Ha.
Vpon the talke of the poPage Break
isoning.

Hora.
I did very well note him.


Ham.
Ah ha, come some musique, come the Recorders,
For if the King like not the Comodie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Come, some musique.

Enter Rosencraus
, Guyldensterne
.
Gu.
Good my Lord, voutsafe me a word with yo

Ham.
Sir a whole historie.

Guyl.
The King sir.

Ham.
I sir, what of him?

Guyl.
Is in his retirement meruailous
meruilous

distempred.

Ham.
With drinke sir?

Guyl.
No my Lord, with choller.

Ham.
Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer to sig­
nifie this to the Doctor, for, for me to put him to his purgation,
would perhaps plunge him into more choller.

Guyl.
Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame.
And stare not so wildly from my affaire.

Ham.
I am tame sir, pronounce.

Guyl.
The Queene your mother in most great affliction of spi­
rit, hath sent me to you.

Ham.
You are welcome.

Guy.
Nay good my Lord, this curtesie is not of the right breed,
if it shall please you to make me a wholsome answer
aunswere

, I will do
your mothers commandement
commaundement

, if not, your pardon and my re­
turne, shall be the end of businesse.

Ham.
Sir I cannot.

Ros.
What my Lord.

Ha.
Make you a wholsome answer, my wits diseasd, but sir, such
answer as I can make, you shal command, or rather as you say, my
mother, therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you say.

Ros.
Then thus she saies, your behauiou
r hath strooke her into
amazement and admiration.

Ham.
O wonderfull sonne that can so stonifh a mother! but is
there no sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration? impart.

Ros.
She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.

Ham.
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, haue you
any further trade with vs?

Ros.
My Lord you Page Break
once did loue me.

Ham.
And doe still by these pickers and stealers.


Ros.
Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper, you'do
surely bar the doore vpon your owne liberty, if you deny your
griefes to your friend.

Ham.
Sir I lack aduancement.

Ros.
How can that be when you haue the voyce of the King
himselfe for your succession in Denmarke.


Enter the Players with Recorders.
Ham.
I sir, but wile
while

the grasse grows, the prouerb is somthing
musty, oh the Recorders, let me see one, to withdraw with you,
why do you go about to recouer the wind of me, as if you would
driue me into a toyle?

Gu.
O my lord if my duty be too bold, my loue is too vnmanerly

Ham.
I do not well vnderstand that, will you play vpon this pipe?

Guyl.
My Lord I cannot.

Ham.
I pray you.

Guyl.
Beleeue me I cannot.

Ham.
I beseech
I doe beseech

you.

Guyl.
I know no touch of it my Lord.

Ham.
It is as easie as lying: gouern these ventages with your fin­
gers, & the thumb
& the vmber

giue it breath with your mouth, and it wil dis­
course most eloquent musique, look you, these are the stops.

Guyl.
But these cannot I command
commaund

to any vtrance of harmony,
I haue not the skill.

Ham.
Why look you now how vnworthy
unwoorthy

a thing you make of
me, you would play vpon me, you would seem to know my stops,
you would pluck out the heart
hart

of my mysterie, you would sound
me from my lowest note to my compafse, and there is much mu­
sique, excellent voice in this little organ, yet cannot you make it
speak, s'blood do you think I am easier to be plaid on then a pipe,
call me what Instrument you will, though you fret me not, you
cannot play vpon me. God blesse you sir.

Enter Polonius
.
Pol.
My Lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.

Ha.
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a Camel?

Pol.
By'th masse and tis like a Camell indeed.

Ham.
Me thinks it is like a Page Break
Wezell.

Pol.
It is black
backt

like a Wezell.

Ham.
Or like a Whale.

Pol.
Very like a Whale.


Ham.
Then I will come to my mother by and by,
They fool me to the top of my bent, I wil come by & by,
Leaue me friends.
I will, say so. By and by is easily said,
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When Church‐yards yawne, and hell it selfe breaks out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot
hote

blood,
And do such businesse
busines

as the bitter day
Would quake to looke on: soft, now to my mother,
O heart
hart

loose not thy nature! let not euer,
The soule of Nero
enter this firme bosome!
Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
I will speak dagger to her, but vse none,
My tongue and soule in this be hypocrites,
How in my words someuer she be shent,
To giue them seales neuer my soule consent.
consent. Exit
.


Exeunt.


.



Enter King, Rosencraus
, and Guyldensterne
.
King.
I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs
To let his madnesse range, therefore prepare you,
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England
fhall along with you,
The termes of our estate may not endure
Hazard
hazerd

so neer's as doth hourely grow,
Out of his browes.

Guyl.
We will our selues prouide,
Most holy and religious feare it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
That liue and feed vpon your Maiesty.

Ros.
The single and peculier life is bound,
With all the strength and armour of the mind
To keep it selfe from noyance, but much more
That spirit, vpon whose weale depends and rests
The liues of many, the cesse of Maiesty
Dies not alone; but like a gulfe doth draw
What's neere it, with it, or it is a massie wheele
Fixt on the somnet of Page Break
the highest mount,
To whose huge spokes, ten
hough
spokes tenne



thousand lesser things
Are morteist and adioynd, which when it falls,

Each small annexment,petie
petty

consequence
Attends the boistrous raine, neuer alone
Did the King sigh, but a generall growne
grone

.

King.
Arme you I pray you to this speedie voiage
viage

,
For we will fetters put about this feare
Which now goes to
too

free‐footed.

Ros.
VVe will hast vs.Exeunt. Gent.


Enter Polonius
.
Pol.
My Lord, he's going to his mothers closet,
Behind the Arras I'le conuay my selfe
To here the prossesse
heare the processe

, I'le warrant shee'le tax him home,
And as you said, and wisely was it said,
Tis meet that some more audience then a mother,
Since nature makes them partiall
parciall

, should ore‐heare
The speech of vantage; fare
farre

you well my Leige,
I'le call vpon you ere you goe to bed.
And tell you what I know.Exit.


King.
Thanks deere my Lord.
O my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen,
It hath the primall eldest curse vppont;
A brothers murther, pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And like a man to double businesse bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin
beginne

,
And both neglect: what if this cursed hand
Were thicker then it selfe wih brothers blood,
Is there not raine enough in the sweet Heauens
To wash it white as snow? whereto serues mercie
But to confront the visage of offence?
And what's in praier but this two‐fold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon being downe, then I'le looke vp.
My faults
fault

is past, but oh! what forme of praier
CaPage Break
n serue my turne? forgiue me my foule murther:
That cannot be since I am stil possest
Of those affects
effects

for which I did the murther;
My Crowne, mine owne ambition, and my Queene;

May one be pardoned
pardond

and retaine th'offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offences guided
guilded

hand may show by iustice,
And oft tis seene the wicked prize it selfe
Buyes out the Law, but tis not so aboue,
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we our selues compeld
Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults
To giue in euidence: what then, what rests?
Try what repentance can, what can it not,
Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
O wretched state, O bosome blacke as death,
O limed soule, that ftrugling to be free,
Art more ingaged! helpe Angles
Angels

make assay,
Bow stubborne knees and heart
hart

with strings of steele
Be soft as sinnewes of the new borne babe,
All may be well.

Enter Hamlet
.
Ham.
Now might I do it, but now a is a praying,
And now Ile doo't, and so a goes to heauen,
And so am I reuenged
reuendge

, that would be scand
A villaine kils my father, and for that,
I his sole sonne, do this same villaine send
To heauen.
Why, this is base and silly. — not reuendge,
A tooke my father grosly, full of bread,
Withall his crimes broad
braod

blowne, as flush as May,
And how his Audit stands who knowes saue heauen,
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
Tis heauie with him: and am I then reuendged
To take m in the purging of his soule,
When he is fit and seasoned
seasond

for hisPage Break
passage?
No.
Vp Sword, and know thou a more horrid hent,
When he is drunke, a sleepe, or in his rage,
Or in th' incestious pleasure of his bed,
At game, a swearing, or about some act
That has no rellish of saluation in't.

Then trip him that his heele
heels

mas kick at heauen,
And that his soule may be as damnd and blacke
As hell whereto it goes; my mother stayes,
This Physick but prolongs thy sickly dayes.Exit.


King.
My words flie vp, my thoughts remaine below
Words without thoughts neuer to heauen go.Exit.



Enter Gertrard
and Polonius
.
Polo.
A will come strait, look you lay home to him,
Tell him his pranks haue bin too broad
braod

to beare with,
And that your grace hath screen'd and stood betweene
Much heat and him, Ile silence me euen heere,
Pray you be round.

Enter Hamlet
.
Ger.
Ile waite you, feare me not,
Withdraw, I heare him comming.

Ham.
Now mother, what's the matter?

Ger.
Hamlet
, thou hast thy father much offended.

Ham.
Mother you haue my father much offended.

Ger.
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

Ham.
Go go, you question with a wicked tongue.

Ger.
Why how now Hamlet
?

Ham.
What's the matter now?

Ger.
Haue you forgot me?

Ham.
No by Rood
by the Rood

not so,
You are the Queene, your husbands brothers wife,
And would it were not so, you are my mother.

Ger.
Nay, then Ile set those to you that can speake.

Ham.
Come, come, and sit you downe, you shall not boudge,
You go not till I set you vp a Glasse
Where you may see the most paPage Break
rt of you.

Ger.
What wilt thou do, thou wilt not murther me?
Helpe hoe.
Helpe, how
.




Polo.
What hoe
What>how


helpe.

Ham.
How now, a Rat, dead for a Duckat, dead.

Pol.
O I am slaine.

Ger.
O me, what hast thou done?

Ham.
Nay I know not, is it the King?


Ger.
O what a rash and bloudie deed is this.

Ham.
A bloudie deed, almost as bad good mother
As kill a King, and marrie with his brother.

Ger.
As kill a King.

Ham.
I Lady it was my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding Foole farwell,
I tooke thee for thy better, take thy fortune,
Thou find'st to be too busie is some danger.
Leaue wringing of your hands, peace sit you downe,
And let me wring your heart
hart

, for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable
penitrable

stuffe,
If damned custome haue nor brasd it so,
That it be proofe and bulwarke against sence.

Ger.
What haue I done, that thou dar'st wagge thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

Ham.
Such an act
That blurres the grace and blush of modestie,
Cals vertue Hypocrite
hippocrit

, takes of the Rose
From the faire forehead of an innocent loue,
And sets a blister there, makes marriage vowes
As false as Dicers oathes, Oh such a deed!
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soule: and sweet Religion makes
A rapsodie
rapsedy

of words; heauens face does glow
Ore this solidiry and compound masse
With heated visage, as against the doome
Is thought‐sick at the act.

Quee.
Ay me what act?

Ham.
That rores so lowd and thunders in the Index,
Looke here vpon this Picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,
See what a grace was seated on his brow
onPage Break
this browe


,
Hiperions
curles the front of Ioue
himselfe,
An eie like Mars
, to threaten and command,
A station like the Herald Mercurie,

New lighted on a heaue, a kissing hill,
A combination and forme indeed,
Where euery God did seeme to set his seale
To giue the world afsurance of a man,

This was your husband, look you now what followes,
Heere is your husband like a mil‐dewed eare,
Blasting his wholsome brother: haue you eies?
Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed
And batton on this Moore;

Moore (Roman)

ha, haue you eies?
You cannot call it loue, for at your age
The heyday in the bloud is tame, it's humble,
And waits vpon the iudgement, and what iudgement
Would step from this to this? sence sure you haue
Else
Els

could you not haue motion, but sure that sence
Is appoplext, for madnesse would not erre
nere


Nor sence to extasie was neere so thral'd
But it reseru'd some quantitie of choice
choise


To serue in such a difference. What Deuill wast
That thus hath cosond
cosund

you at hodman‐blind?
Eies without feeling, feeling without sight,
Eares without hands, or eies, smelling sance all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sence
Could not so mope. Oh shame! where is thy blush?
Rebellious hell.
If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones,
To flaming youth, let vertue be as wax
And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no shame
When the compulsiue ardure giues the charge,
Since frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne,
And reason pardons will.

Ger.
O Hamlet
speake no more,
Thou turn'st my very eies into my soule,
And there I see such black and grieued spots
As will leaue there tPage Break
heir tinct.

Ham.
Nay but to liue
In the ranke sweat of an incestuous bed
an inseemed bed


Stewed in corruption, honying and making loue
Ouer the nastie stie.

Ger.
O speake to me no more,
These words like Daggers enter in my eares
No more sweet Hamlet
.

Ham.
A murtherer and a villaine,
A slaue that is not twentith part the kyth.

Of your precedent Lord, a vice of Kings,
A Cut‐purse of the Empire and the rule,
That from a shelfe the precious Diadem stole
And put it in his pocket.Double Triangle.




Ger.
No more.


Enter Ghost.
Ham.
A King of shreds and patches,
Saue me and houer ore me with your wings
You heauenly guards
gards

: what would your gracious figure?

Ger.
Alasse he's mad.

Ham.
Doe you not come your tardie sonne to chide,
That lap'st in time and passion lets goe by
Th' important acting of your dread command. O say!

Ghost.
Doe not forget: this visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,
But looke, amazement on thy mother sits,
O step betweene her, and her sighing
fighting

soule!
Conceit in weakest bodies ftrongest workes,
Speake to her Hamlet
.

Ham.
How is it with you Ladie?

Ger.
Alasse how i'st with you?
That you doe bend your eie on vacancie.
And with th'incorporall aire do hold discourse,
Forth
Foorth

at your eyes your spirits wildly peepe,
And as the sleeping Souldiers in th'alarme,
Your beaded haire like life in excrements
Starts vp and stands
Start vp and stand

an end: O gentle sonne!
Vpon the heate and flame of thy diftemper
Sprinkle
Sprinckle

coole patience, whereon do you looke?

Ham.
On him, on him, looke you how pale he gleres,
glares,


His forme and cause conioyned, preaching to stones
Would make thePage Break
m capable, do not looke vpon me,
Lest with this pittious action you conuert
My sterne effects, then what I haue to doe
Will want true colour
cullor

, teares perchance for bloud.

Ger.
To whom doe you speake this?

Ham.
Doe you see nothing there?

Ger.
Nothing at all, yet all that is there I see
is I see

.

Ham.
Nor did you nothing heare?

Ger.
No, nothing but our selues.


Ham.
Why looke you there, looke how it steales away,
My father in his habit as he liu'd,
Looke where he goes, euen now out at the portall.Exit Ghost.


Ger.
This is the coynage
the very coynage

of your braine,
This bodilesse creation, extasie is very cunning in

Ham.
My pulse as yours doth temperatly keepe time,
And makes as healthfull musick, it is not madnesse
That I haue vttred, bring me to the test,
And the matter will reword, which madnesse
Would gambole from, Mother for loue of grace,
Lay not that flattering vnction to your soule
That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes,
It will but skin and filme the vlcerous place,
Whiles ranke corruption mining all within
Infects vnseene: confesse your selfe to heauen,
Repent what's past, auoid what is to come,
And doe not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker, forgiue me this my vertue,
For in the fatnesse of these pursie times
Vertue it selfe of vice must pardon beg,
Yea curbe and wooe for leaue to doe him good.

Ger.
O Hamlet
! thou hast cleft my hart in twaine.

Ham,
O throw away the worser part of it,
And leaue the purer with the other halfe,
Good night, but goe not to my Vncles bed,
Assume
Assune

a vertue if you haue it not,
That monster custome, who all sence doth eate
Of habits Deuill, is Angell yet in this
That to the vse of actions faire and good,
He likewise giues a Frock or Liuerie
That aptly is Page Break
put on to refraine night,
And that shall lend a kind of easinesse
easines


To the next abstinence, the next more eafie:
For vse almost can change the stampe of nature,
And master the Deuill
And either the Devil

, or throw him out
With wondrous potencie: once more good night,
And when you are desirous to be blest,
Ile blessing beg of you, for this fame Lord
I doe repent; but heauen hath pleas'd it so

To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and miniter,
I will bestow him and will answer well
The death I gaue him; so againe good night
I muft be cruell onely to be kind,
This bad begins, and worse remaines behind.
One word more good Ladie.

Ger.
What shall I doe?

Ham.
Not this by no meanes that I bid you doe,
Let the blowt King tempt you againe to bed,
Pinch wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse,
And let him for a paire of reechie kisses,
Or padling in your necke with his damn'd fingers.
Make you to rouell all this matter out
That I essentially am not in madnesse,
But mad in craft, t'were good you let him know.
For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise,
Would from a paddack, from a Bat, a Gib,
Such deere conseruings
concernings

hide, who would doe so,
No, in despight of sence and secrecie,
Vnpeg the basket on the houses top,
Let the birds flie, and like the famous Ape,
To try conclusions in the basket creepe,
And breake your owne necke downe.

Ger.
Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
And breath of life, I haue no life to breath
What thou hast said to me.

Ham.
I must to England,
you know that,

Ger.
Alack I had forgot.
TisPage Break
so concluded on.

Ham.
Ther's letters seald, & my two school‐fellowes,
Whom I will trust as I will Adders fang'd,
They beare the Mandate, they must sweepe my way
And marshall me to knauery: let it worke,
For tis the sport to haue the Enginer
Hoist with his owne petar, an't shall goe hard
But I will delue one yard below their mines.
And blow them at the Moone: O tis most sweet
When in one line two crafts directly meet,

This man shall set me packing,
I'le lugge the guts into the neighbour roome;
Mother good night indeed, this Counsailer
Is now most still, most secret, and most graue,
VVho was in life a most foolish prating knaue.
Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night mother.Exit.




Enter King, and Queene, with Rosencraus

and Guyldensterne
.
King.
There's matter in these sighes, these profound heaues,
You must translate, tis fit we vnderstand them,
VVhere is your sonne?

Gert.
Bestow this place on vs a litle while.
Ah mine owne Lord, what haue I seene to night?

King.
VVhat Gertard
, how dooes Hamlet
?

Gert.
Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier in his lawlesse fit,
Behind the Arras hearing some thing stir,
Whips out his Rapier, cryeis a Rat, a Rat,
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The vnseene good old man.

King.
O heauy deed!
It had beene so with vs had we bin there,
His libertie is full of threats to all,
To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one,
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to vs, whose prouidence
Should haue kept short, rePage Break
strain'd, and out of haunt
This mad young man; but so much was our loue,
We would not vnderstand what was most fit,
But like the owner of a foule disease
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Euen on the pith of life: where is he gone?

Gert.
To draw apart the body he hath kild,
Ore whom, his very madnesse like some ore
Among a minerall of mettals base,
Showes it selfe pure, a weeps for what is done.

King.
Gertrad
,
O Gertrard,

come away,

The Sun no sooner shall the mountaines touch,
But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed
We must with all our Maiestie and skillEnter Ros
. and Guyld
.

Both countenance and excuse. Ho Guyldensterne
,
Friends both, go ioyne you with some further ayd,
Hamlet
in madnesse hath Polonius
slaine,
And from his mothers closet hath he drag'd
dregd

him,
Go seeke him out speake faire and bring the body
Into the Chappell; I pray you hast in this— Ex. Ros
. & Guyld
.

.

,Brace.



Come Gertrard
, wee'le call vp our wisest friends,
And let them know both what we meane to do
And whats vntimely done,
Whose whisper ore the worlds Diameter,
As leuell as the Cannon to his blank,
Transports his poysoned shot, may misse our name,
And hit the woundlesse ayre, O come away,
My soule is full of discord and dismay.Exeunt.



Enter Hamlet
, Rosencraus
and others.
Ha.
Safely stowd, but softly, what
but soft, what

noise, who calls on Hamlet
?
O here they come.

Ros.
What haue you done my Lord with the dead body?

Ham.
Compounded
compound

it with dust whereto it is kin.

Ros.
Tell vs where tis that we may take it thence,
And beare it to the Chappell.

Ham.
Do not beleeu it.

Ros.
Beleeue what?

Ham.
That I can keep your counsaile and not mine owne, be­
sides to be demanded of a spunge, what replication should be
made by the sonne of a King.

Ros.
Take you me for a spunge my Lord?

Ha.
I sir, thPage Break
at sokes vp the Kings countenance, his rewards, his
authorities, but such Officers do the King best seruice in the end,
he keepsthem like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd
to be laft swallowed, when he needs what you haue gleand, it is
but sqeesing you, and spunge you shall be dry againe.

Ros.
I vnderstand you not my Lord.

Ham.
I am glad of it, a knauish speech sleeps in a foolish eare.

Ros.
My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is, and go with
vs to the King.


Ham.
The body is with the King, but the King is not with the

body. The King is a thing.

Guyl.
A thing my Lord.

Ham.
Of nothing, bring me to him.Exeunt.



Enter King, and two or three.
King.
I haue 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,
Hee's lou'd of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes,
And where tis so, th'offenders scourge is wayed
But neuer the offence: to beare all smooth and euen,
This suddaine sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause, diseases desperate growne,
By desperate applyance are relieu'd
Or not at all.

Enter Rosencraus
and all the rest.
King.
How now, what hath befalne?

Ros.
Where the dead body is bestow'd my Lord
We cannot get from him.

King.
But where is he?

Ros.
Without my Lord, guarded to know your pleasure.

King.
Bring him before vs.

Ros.
Hoe, bring
How, bring

in the Lord.They Enter.


King.
Now Hamlet
, where's Polonius
?

Ham.
At supper.

King.
At supper where.

Ha.
Not where he eates, but where he is
where a is

eaten, aPage Break
certain conuo­
cation of politick worms are een at him: your worme is your only
Emperour for dyet, we fat all creatures else to fat vs, and we fat
our selues for maggots, your fat King & your leane Beggar is but
variable seruice, two dishes but to one table, that's the end.

King.
Alasse, alasse.

Ham.
A man may fish with the worme that hath eat of a King,
eat
& eate

of the fish that hath fed
fedde

of that worme.

King.
What dost thou meane by this?

Ham.
Nothing but to shew you how a King may go a pro­
gresse through the guttes of a Beggar.

King.
Where is Polonius
?

Ham.
In heauen, send thether to see, if your messenger find him
not there
thrre

, seeke him i'th other place your selfe, but if indeed you
find him not within this moneth, you shall nose him as you go vp
the staires into the Lobby.

King.
Go seek him there.

Ham.
A will stay till you come.

King.
Hamlet
this deed for thine especiall fafety
Which we doe tender, as we deerly grieue
For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence:
Therefore prepare thy selfe;
The Barke is readie, and the wind at help,
Th'assotiats
associats

tend, and euery thing is bent
For England.


Ham.
For England.


King.
I Hamlet
.

Ham.
Good.

King.
So is it if thou knew'st our purposes.

Ham.
I see a Cherub that sees them, but come for England:

Farewell deere mother.

King.
Thy louing father Hamlet
.

Ham.
My mother, father and mother is man and wife,
Man and wife is one flesh, so my mother:
Come for England
.Exit.


King.
Follow him at foot,
Tempt him with speePage Break
d abourd
abord

,
Delay it not, I'le haue him hence to night.
Away, for euery thing is seald and done
That els leanes on the affaire, pray you make hast,
And England
if my loue thou hold'st at ought,
As my great power thereof may giue thee sence,
Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red,
After the Danish Sword, and thy free awe
Paies homage to vs, thou maift not coldly set
Our Soueraigne processe, which imports at full
By letters congruing to that effect
The present death of Hamlet
, do it England,

For like the Hectick in my blood he rages,

And thou must cure me till I know tis done.
How ere my haps, my ioyes will neere begin.Exit.



Enter Fortinbrasse
with his Armie ouer the Stage.
Fortin.
Go Captaine, from me greet the Danish
King,
Tell him, that by his licence Fortinbrasse

Craues the conueyance of a promis'd march
Ouer his Kingdome, you know the rendezuous,
If that his Maiesty would ought with vs,
We shall expresse our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.

Cap.
I will doo't my Lord.

Fortin.
Go softly on.

Enter Hamlet
, Rosencraus
, &c.
Ham.
Good sir whose powers are these?

Cap.
They are of Norway
sir.

Ham.
How proposd
purposd

sir I pray you?

Cap.
Against some part of Poland.


Ham.
Who commands them sir?

Cap.
The Nephew to old Norway,
Fortinbrasse
.

Ham.
Goes it against the maine of Poland
sir?
Or for some frontire?

Cap.
Truly to speake, and with no addition,
We goe to gaine a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name
To pay fPage Break
iue duckets, fiue I would not farme it?
Now
Nor

will it yeeld to Norway
or the Pole

A rancker rate, should it be sould in fee.

Ham.
Why then the Pollacke
neuer will defend it.

Cap.
Yes it is already garisond.

Ham.
Two thousand soules and twenty thousand duckets
Will not debate the question of this straw,
This is th'impostume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breakes and shewes no cause without
Why the man dies. I humbly thanke you sir.

Cap.
God buy you sir.

Ros.
Wil't please you goe my Lord?

Ham.
I'le be with you straight, go a little before.
How all occasions do informe against me,

And spur my dull reuenge. VVhat is a man
If his chiefe good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed, a beast, no more:
Sure he that made vs with such large discourse
Looking before and after, gaue vs not
That capability and God‐like reason
To fust in vs vnus'd, now whether it be
Bestiall obliuion, or some crauen scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th'euent,
A thought which quartered hath but one part wisdome,
And euer three parts coward I do not know
VVhy yet I liue to say this thing's to doe,
Sith I haue cause, and will and ftrength, and meanes
To doo't; examples grofse as earth exhort me,
VVitnesse this Army of such masse and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender Prince,
VVhose spirit with diuine ambition puft,
Makes mouthes at the inuisible euent,
Exposing what is mortall, and vnsure,
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Euen for an Egge‐shell, Rightly to be great,
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrell in a straw
VVhen honour's at thPage Break
e stake. How stand I then
That haue a father kild, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason, and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my fhame I see
The iminent death of twenty thousand men,
That for a fantasie and trick of fame
Go to their graues like beds, fight for a plot
VVhereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
VVhich is not tombe enough and continent
To hide the slaine. O from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.Exit.



Enter Horatio
, Gertrard
, and a Gentleman.
Quee.
I will not speak with her.

Gen.
She is importunate
importunat

.
Indeed distract, her mood will needs be pittied.


Quee.
What would she haue?

Gent.
She speaks much of her Father, sayes she heares
There's tricks i'th world, and hems, and beats her heart
hart

,
Spurnes enuiously at strawes, speaks things in doubt
That carry but halfe sence, her speech is nothing,
Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue
The hearers to collection, they yawne at it,
And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,
Which as winks
as her wincks

and nods, and gestures yeeld them,
Indeed would make one thinke there might be thought
Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily.

Hora.
T'were good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous coniectures in ill‐breeding mindes,
Let her come in.

Enter Ophelia
.
Quee.
'To my sicke soule, as sins true nature is,
'Each toy seemes prologue to some great amisse,
'So full of artlesse iealousie is guilt,
'It spills it selfe, in fearing to be spilt.

Oph.
Where is the beauteous Maiesty of Denmark?


Quee.
How now Ophelia
.she sings.


Ophe.
How should I your true loue know from another one,
By his cockle hat and Page Break
staffe, and his Sendall shoone.

Quee.
Alasse sweet Lady, what imports this song?

Oph.
Say you, nay pray you marke,
He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone,Song.

At his head a grasse greene turph, at his heeles a stone.
O ho.

Quee.
Nay but Ophelia
.

Oph.
Pray you marke. White his shrowd as the mountain snow

Enter King.
Quee.
Alasse looke here my Lord.

Ophe.
Larded all with sweete flowers,
Which beweept to the ground did not goSong.

With true loue showers.

King.
How do you pretty Lady?

Oph.
VVell good dild you, they say the Owle was a Bakers
daughter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what wee
may be; God be at your table.


King.
Conceit vpon her Father.

Ophe.
Pray lets haue no words of this, but when they ask you
what it meanes, say you this.
To morrow is S. Valentines
day,Song.

All in the morning betime,
And I a mayd at your window
To be your Valentine.
Then vp he rose, and dond his close, and dupt the chamber doore.
Let in the maide, that out a maide, neuer departed more.

King.
Pretty Ophelia
.

Oph.
Indeed without an oath I.
le
make an end on.
t,
By gis and by Saint charity,
alack and fie for shame,
Young men will doot.
t if they come too.
t,
by Cock they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me, you promisd me to wed,
(He answers) So should I
So would I

a done by yonder sun
And thou hadst not come to my bed.

King.
How long hath she beene thus?

Oph.
I hope all will be well, we must be patient, but I cannot
chuse but weep to think they would lay him i'th cold ground, my
brother shall know of it, & so I thank you for your good counsel.
Come my Coach, God night Ladies, God night.
Sweet Ladies God night, God night.

King.
Follow her close, giue her good watch I pray you.
O this is thPage Break
e poison of deep griefe, it springs all from her Fathers
death, and now behold, O Gertrard
, Gertrard
,
When sorrowes come, they come not single spies,
But in battalians: firft her Father slaine,
Next, your sonne gone, and he most violent Author
Of his owne iust remoue, the people muddied
Thick and vnwholsome in thoughts, and whispers
For good Polonius
death: & we haue done but greenly
In hugger mugger to inter him: poore Ophelia

Diuided from her selfe, and her faire iudgement,
Without the which we are pictures, or meere beasts,
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,

Fraunce


Feeds on this wonder, keeps himselfe in clouds,

And wants not buzzers to infect his eare
With pestilent speeches of his fathers death,
Wherein necessitie of matter beggerd,
Will nothing stick our person to arraigne
In eare and eare: O my deare Gertrard
, this
Like to a Murdring‐peece in many places
Giues me superfluous death.A noise within.


Enter a Messenger.
King.
Attend, where are my
where is my

Swissers, let them guard the door,
VVhat is the matter?

Messen.
Saue your selfe my Lord.
The Ocean ouer‐peering of his list,
Eates not the flats with more impetuous
impitious

hast
Then young Laertes
in a riotous head
Ore‐beares your Officers: the rabble call him Lord,
And as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquitie forgot, custome not knowne,
The ratifiers and props of euery word,
The cry choose we, Laertes
shall be King,
Caps, hands and tongues applau'd it to thePage Break
clouds,
Laertes
shall be King, Laertes
King.

Quee.
How cheerfully on the false traile they cry.A noise within.

O this is counter, you false Danish dogs.

Enter Laertes
with others.
King.
The doores are broke.

Laer.
VVhere is this King? sirs stand you all without.

All.
No lets come in.

Laer.
I pray you giue me leaue.

All.
VVe will, we will.

Laer.
I thanke you keepe the doore, O thou vile King,
Giue me my father.

Quee.
Calmely good Laertes
.

Laer.
That drop of blood that's calme proclaimes me Bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the Harlot
Euen here between the chast vnsmerched
unsmirched

brow
Of my true mother.

King.
What is the cause Laertes

That thy rebellion lookes so Giant‐like?

Let him goe Gertrard
, do not feare our person,
Ther's such diuinitie doth hedge a King,
That treason cannot peepe
can but peepe

to what it would,
Act's little of his will, tell me Laertes

Why thou art thus incenst, let him go Gertrard
,
Speake man.

Laer.
Where is my father?

King.
Dead.

Quee.
But not by him.

King,
Let him demand
demaund

his fill,

Laer.
How came he dead? Ile not be iugled with,
To hell allegiance, vowes to the blackest deuil,
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit
I dare damnation, to this point I ftand,
That both the worlds I giue to negligence,
Let come what comes, onely Ile be reueng'd
Most throughly for my father.

King.
Who shall stay you?

Laer.
My will, not all the worlds:
And for my mPage Break
eanes Ile husband them so well,
They shall goe farre with little.

King.
Good Laertes
, if you desire to know the certaintie
Of your deare father, i'st writ in your reuenge,
That soop‐stake, you will draw both friend and foe
Winner and looser.

Laer.
None but his enemies.

King.
Will you know them then?

Laer.
To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes,
And like the kind life‐rendering Pelican,
Repast them with my bloud.

King.
Why now you speake
Like a good child and a true Gentleman.
That I am guiltlesse of your fathers death,
And am most sensible
sencibly

in griefe for it,
It shall as leuell to your iudgement peare
As day does
dooes

to your eie.A noyse within.


Enter Ophelia
.
Laer.
Let her come in.
How now what noise is that?

O heate, dry vp my braines, teares seuen times salt
Burne out the sence and vertue of mine eye.
By heauen thy madnes shall be paid with weight
Till
Tell

our scale turne the beame. O Rose of May,
Deere maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia
,
O Heauens, ist possible a young maids wis
Should be as mortall as a poore mans life!

Ophe.
They bore himbare‐fac'd
bare‐faste

on the Beere,Song.

And in his graue rain'd many a teare,
Fare you well my Doue.

Laer.
Hadst thou thy wits, and did'st perswade reuenge
It could not mooue thus.

Ophe.
You must sing a downe, a downe,
And you call him a downe a. O how the wheele becomes it,
It is the false Steward that stole his Masters Daughter,

Laer.
This nothing's more then matter.

Ophe.
There's Rosemary, that for
thats for

remembrance, pray you loue
remember, and there is Pancies, thats for thoughts.

Laer.
A document in madnes, thoughts and remembrance fitted.

Ophe.
There's Fennill for you, and Colembines, there's Rew for
you, and heere's some for mee, wee may cPage Break
all it herbe of Grace a
Sundayes
Sondaies

, you may weare your Rew with a difference, there's a
Dasie, I would giue you some Violets, but they witherd all when
my Father died, they say a made a good end.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy.

Laer.
Thought and afflictions, passion, hell it selfe
She turnes to fauour and to prettinesse.

Ophe.
And will a not come againe,Song.

And will a not come againe,
No, no, he is dead, go to thy death bed,
He neuer will come againe.
His beard was as white as snow,
Flaxen was his pole,
He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone,
God a mercie on his soule, and all
and of all

Christians soules,
God buy yous
God buy you

.

Laer.
Doe you this O God.

King.
Laertes
, I must commune with your griefe,
Or you deny me right, goe but a part,

Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall heare and iudge twixt you and me,
If by direct or by collaturall hand
They find vs toucht, we will our Kingdome giue,
Our crowne, our life, and all that we call ours
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to vs,
And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule
To giue it due content.

Laer.
Let this be so.
His meanes of death, his obscure funerall,
No Trophæ
trophe

, Sword, nor Hatchment ore his bones,
No noble right, nor formall ostentation,
Cry to be heard as twere from heauen 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 goe with me.Exeunt.



Enter Horatio
and others.
Hora.
What are they that would speake with me?

Gen.
Sea‐faring men sir, they say they haue Letters for you.

Hora.
Let them come in.
I doe not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted. If not from Lord Hamlet
.Enter Saylers.


Say.
God blesse you sir.

Hora.
Let him blesse thee to.

Say.
A shall sPage Break
ir and please him, there's a Letter for you sir, it
came from the Embassador that was bound for England,
if your
name be Horatio
, as I am let to know it is.

Hor.
Horatio
, when thou shalt haue ouer‐look't this, giue these
fellowes some meanes to the King, they haue Letters for him: Ere
we were two daies old at Sea, a Pirat of very warlike appoint­
ment gaue vs chase, finding our selues too slow of saile, we put on
a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boorded them, on the in­
stant they got cleere of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner,
they haue dealt with me like theeues of mercy, but they knew
what they did: I am to doe a turne for them, let the King haue the
Letters I haue sent, and repaire thou to me with as much speed
as thou wouldst flie death. I haue words to speake in thine eare
will make thee dumbe, yet are they much too light for the bord
of the matter, these good fellowes will bring thee where I am,
Rosencraus
and Guildersterne
Guildensterne


hold their course for England,
of them
I haue much to tell thee, farwell.
So that thou knowest thine Hamlet
.


Hora.
Come I wil make you way
I wil you way

for these your Letters.
And doo't the speedier that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.Exeunt.



Enter King and Laertes
.
King.
Now must your conscience my acquittance seale,
And you must put me in your heart
hart

for friend,
Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare,
That he which hath your noble father slaine
Pursued my life.

Laer.
It well appeares: but tell me
Why you proceed not against these seates
So criminall and so capitall in nature,
As by your safetie, greatnesse, wisdome, all things else
els

,
You mainly were stirr'd vp.

King.Page Break

O for two speciall reasons
Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnow'd,
But yet to me tha'r strong, the Queene his mother
Liues almost by his lookes, and for my selfe,
My vertue or my plague, be it either which,
She is so concliue to my life and soule,
That as the starre mooues not but in his Sphere
I could not but by her: the other motiue,
Why to a publike count I might not goe,
Is the great loue the generall gender beare him,
Who dipping all his faults in their affection,
Worke like the Spring that turneth wood to stone,
Conuert his Giues to graces, so that my arrowes
Too slightly timbered for so loued armes
armd

,
VVould haue reuerted to my bow againe,
But not where I haue aim'd them.

Laer.
And so I haue a noble father lost,
A sister driuen into desperate
desprat

desperate
termes,
VVhose worth, if praises may goe backe againe

Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections, but my reuenge will come.

King.
Breake not your sleeps for that, you must not thinke
That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull,
That we can let our beard be shooke with danger,
And thinke it pastime, you shortly shall heare more,
I lou'd your father, and we loue our selfe,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine.

Enter a Messenger with Letters.
Messen.
These to your Maiesty, this to the Queene.

King.
From Hamlet
, who brought them?

Messen.
Sailers my Lord they say, I saw them not,
They were giuen me by Claudio
, he receiued them
Of him that brought them.

King.
Laertes
you shall heare them: leaue vs.
High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your King­
dome, to morrow shall I beg leaue to see your Kingly eies, whPage Break
en
I shall, first asking you pardon, thereunto recount the occasion of
my sudden returne.

King.
What should this meane, are all the rest come backe,
Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?

Laer.
Know you the hand?

King.
Tis Hamlets
character
caracter

. Naked,
And in a postscript here he saies alone,
Can you deuise me?

Laer.
I am lost in it my Lord, but let him come,
It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart
hart


That I liue and tell him to his teeth,
Thus didst thou.

King.
If it be so Laertes
,
As how should it be so, how orherwise,
Will you be rul'd by me?

Laer.
I my Lord, so you will not ore‐rule me to a peace.

King.
To thine owne peace, if he be now returned,
As liking not his
As the King at his

Voyage, and that he meanes,
No more to vndertake it, I will worke him
To an exploite, now ripe in my deuise,
Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall:

And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
But euen his mother shall vncharge the practise,
And call it accident
accedent

.

Laer,
My Lord I will be rul'd,
The rather if you could deuise it so
That I might be the organ.

King.
It falls right,
You haue bin talkt of since your trauel lmuch,
And that in Hamlets
hearing for a qualitie
Wherein they say you shine, your summe of parts
Did not together plucke such enuie from him,
As did that one, and that in my regard
Of the vnworthiest siege
siedge

.

Laer.
What part is that my Lord?

King.
A very riband
ribaud

in the cap of youth
Yet needfull too, for youth no lePage Break
sse becomes
The light and carelsse liuerie that it weares
Then seled age, his sables, and his weeds
Importing health and grauenesse; two moneths fince
Heere was a Gentleman of Normandie,

I haue seene my selfe, and seru'd against the French,

And they can well on horse‐back, but this Gallant
Had witch‐craft in't, he grew vnto his seate,
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As had he bin incorp'st, and demy‐natur'd
With the braue beast, so farre he topt me thought,
That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks
Come short of what he did.

Laer.
A Norman
waft?

King.
A Norman.


Laer.
Vpon my life Lamord
.

King.
The very same.

Laer.
I know him, well he is the brooch indeed.
And Gemme of all the Nation.

King.
He made confession of you,
And gaue you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your Rapier most especiall,
That he cri'd out t'would be a sight indeed

If one could match you; the Scrimers of their nation
He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eie,
If you oppos'd them; sir this report of his
Did Hamlet
so enuenom with his enuie.
That he could nothing do, but wish and beg
Your sodaine comming ore to play with you.
Now out of this.

Laer.
What out of this my Lord?

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

?

Laer.
Why aske you this?

King.
Not that I think you did not loue your father,
But that I know, loue is begun by time,
And that I see in passages of proofe,
Time quallifies the sparke and fire of it,
There liues within the very flame of loue
A kind of weeke or snuffe that will abate it,
And nothing is at a like goodnessePage Break
still,
For goodnesse growing to a plurisie,
Dies in his owne too much, that we would doe
We should doe when we would: for this Would
changes,
And hath abatements and delayes as many,
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents
accedents

,
And then this Should
is like a spend‐thrifts sigh,
That hurts by easing; but to the quicke of th'vlcer,
Hamlet
comes back what would you vndertake
To shew your selfe indeed your fathers sonne
More then in words?

Laer.
To cut his throat
thraot

i'th Church.

King.
No place indeed should murther sanctuarize,
Reuenge should haue no bounds: but good Laertes

Will you do this, keepe close within your chamber
Hamlet
return'd, shall know you are come home,
Weele put on those shall praise your excellence,
And set a double varnish on the same
The Frenchman
gaue you: bring you in in fine together
And wager ore your heads; he being remisse,
Most generous, and free from all contriuing,

Will not peruse the foiles, so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A Sword vnbated, and in a pace of practise,
Requite him for your father.

Laer.
I will doo't,
And for the purpose
for purpose

, Ile annoint my Sword,
I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke
Mountibancke


So mortall, that but dip a Knife in it,
Where it drawes bloud, no Cataplasme so rare
Collected from all simples that haue vertue
Vnder the Moone, can saue the thing from death
That is but scratcht with all, Ile touch
tutch

my point
With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, it may be death.

King.
Lets further thinke of this.
Weigh
Wey

what conueiance both of time and meanes
May fit vs to our shape if this should faile,
And that our drift looke through our bad performance,
Twere better not assayd. Therefore this proiect,
Page Break
Should haue a backe or second that might hold
If this did blast in proofe; soft let me see,
Wee'le make a solemne wager on your cunnings,
I hau't,
I hate,

when in your motion you are hot and drie,
As make your bouts more violent to that end,
And that he cals for drinke, Ile haue preferd
prefard

him
A Challice for the once
the nonce

, whereon but sipping,
If he by chance
chaunce

escape your venom'd stuck,
Our purpose may hold there; but stay, what noise?

Enter Queene.
Quee.
One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele,
So fast they follow; your sisters drownd Laertes
.

Laer.
Drown'd, O where?

Quee.
There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brook,
That showes his hoarie
horry

leaues in the glassie streame,
There with fantatftick
fantastique


garlands did she make
Of Crow‐flowres, Nettles, Dasies, and long Purples
That liberall Shepherds giue a grosser name,
But our culcold maids do dead mens fingers cal them.
There on the pendant boughes her Coronet
cronet

weeds

Clambring to hang, an enuious sluer
sliuer

broke
When downe her weedy trophæs
trophies

and her selfe,
Fell in the weeping Brookc, her clothes spred wide,
And Mermaid
Marmaide

‐like a while they bore her vp,
VVhich time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her owne distresse.
Or like a creature natiue and indewed
Vnto that element
elament

, but long it could not be
Till that her garments heauy with their drink,
Puld the poore wench from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

Laer.
Alasse then is she drown'd.

Quee.
Drown'd, drown'd.

Lar.
Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia
,
And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet
It is our tPage Break
rick, nature her custome holds,
Let shame say what it will, when these are gone,
The woman will be out. Adiew my Lord,
I haue a speech a fire that faine would blase,
But that this folly drownes itExit.


King.
Let's follow Gertrard
,
How much I had to do to calme his rage,
Now feare I this will giue it start againe.
Therefore lets follow.Exeunt.




Enter two Clownes.
Clown.
Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when she wilfully
seeks her owne saluation?

Othe.
I tell thee she is, therefore make her graue straight, the
Crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian buriall.

Clow.
How can that be, vnlesse she drown'd her selfe in her own
defence.

Oth.
Why tis found so.

Clow.
It must be so offended, it cannot be else, for here lies the
point, if I drowne my selfe wittingly, it argues an act, and an act
hath three branches, it is to act, to do, to performe, or all; she
drown'd her selfe wittingly.

Oth.
Nay, but here you good man deluer.

Clow.
Giue me leaue, here lies the water, good, here
heare.

stands the
man, good, if the man goe to this water and drowne himselfe, it is
will he, nill he, he goes, marke you that, but if the water come to
him, and drowne him, he drownes not himselfe, argall, he that is
not guilty of his owne death shortens not his owne life.

Oth.
But is this law?

Clow.
I marry i'st, Crowners queft law.

Oth.
Will you ha the truth an't, if this had not been a gentle­
woman, she should haue bin buried out a Christian buriall.

Clow.
Why there thou saist, and the more pitty that great folke
should haue countenance
countenaunce

in this world to drowne or hang them­
selues, more then their euen Christen: Come my spade, there is no
ancient
auncient

gentlemen but Gardners, Ditchers, and Graue‐makers,
they hold vp Adams
profession.

Oth.
Was he a gentleman?

Clow.
A was the first that euer bore armes.
I'le put another question to thee, if thou answerest me not to the
purposePage Break
, confesse thy selfe.

Oth.
Goe to.

Clow.
What is hee that builds stronger then either the Mason,
the Shipwright, or the Carpenter.

Oth.
The gallowes‐maker, for that out‐liues a thousand tenants.

Clow.
I like thy wit well in good faith, the gallowes dooes well,
but how dooes it well? It dooes wel to those that do ill, now thou
dooft ill to say the gallowes is built stronger then the Church, ar­
gall, the gallowes may doe well to thee. Too't againe, come.

Oth.
VVho builds stronger then a Mason, a Shipwright, or a
Carpenter.

Clow.
I, tell me that and vnyoke.

Oth.
Marry now I can tell.

Oth.
Too't.

Clow.
Masse I cannot tell.

Clow.
Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dul asse wil
not mend his pace with beating, & when your are
you are

askt this questiōquestion


next, say a graue‐maker, the houses he makes lasts tel
till

Doomsday
.
Goe get thee in and fetch me a soope of liquer.
In youth when I did loue did loue,Song.

Me thought it was very sweet
To contract O the time for a my behoue,
O me thought there a was nothing a meet.


Enter Hamlet
and Horatio
.
Ham.
Has this fellow no feeling of his busines? a sings in graue­
making.

Hora.
Custome hath made it in him a property of easines.

Ha.
Tis een so, the hand of little imploiment hath the daintier
(
sence.

Clow.
But age with his stealing stepsSong.

hath clawed me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me into the land,
as if I had neuer been such.

Ham.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once, how the
knaue iowles it to the ground, as if t'were Cains
iaw‐bone, that
did the first murder: this might be the pate of a pollititian, which
this Asse now ore‐reaches; one that would circumuent God,
might it not?

Hora.
It might my Lord.

Ham.
Or of a Courtier, which could say good morrow my
Lord: how dost thou sweet Lord
morrow sweete Lord

? This might be my Lord such
a one, that praised my Lord such a ones horse, when a meant
went

to
beg it: might it not?

Hora.
I my Lord.

Hora.
It might, my Lord.


Ha.
Why een so, and now my Lady worms Choples, and knockt
about the mazerPage Break

massene

mazer
with a Sextens spade; heer's fine reuolution and
we had the tricke to see't, did these bones cost no more the bree­
ding, but to play at loggits with them: mine ake to thinke on't.

Clow.
A pickax and a spade a spade,Song.

for and a shrowding sheet,
O a pit of Clay for to be made
for such a guest is meet.

Ha.
There's another, why may not that be the skul of a Lawyer?
where be his quiddities now, his quillities
quillites

, his cases, his tenures
tenurs

,
and his tricks? why dooes he suffer this mad knaue now to knock
him about the sconce with a dirty
durtie

shouell, and will not tell him of
his actions
action

of battery: hum, this fellow might be in's time a great
buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his recognisances, his fines, his
double vouchers, his recoueries, to haue his fine pate full of fine
durt: will vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases and
doubles, then the length and breadth of a payre of Indentures?
The very conueyances of his Lands will scarcely lye in this box,
and must th'inheritor himselfe haue no more? ha.

Hora.
Not a iot more my Lord.


Ham.
Is not parchment made of sheep‐skins?

Hora.
I my Lord, and of Calue‐skins too.

Ham.
They are Sheep and Calues which seeke out assurance in
that, I will speake to this fellow. Whose graue's this sirra?

Clow.
Mine sir, or a pit of clay for to be made.

Ham.
I thinke it thine
it be thine

indeed for thou lyest in't.

Clow.
You lye out on't sir, and therefore tis not yours; for my
part I do not lye in't, yet it is mine.

Ham.
Thou dost lye in't to be in't and say it is thine, tis for the
dead, not for the quick, therefore thou lyest.

Clow.
Tis a quick lye sir, twill away againe from me to you.

Ha.
VVhat man dost thou dig it for?

Clow.
For no man sir.

Ham.
What woman then?

Clow.
For none neither.

Ham.
Who is to be buried in't?

Clow.
One that was a woman sirPage Break
, but rest her soule shee's dead.

Ham.
How absolute the knaue is, we must speak by the card, or
equiuocatiōequiuocation

wil vndoo vs. By the Lord Horatio
, this three yeres I
haue took note of it, the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the
pesant comes so neere the heele of the Courtier he galls his kybe.
How long hast thou been a Grave‐maker
been gravemaker

?

Clow.
Of the daies i'th yeere
yere

I came too't that day that our last
King Hamlet
ouercame Fortinbrasse
.

Ham.
How long is that since?

Clo.
Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that, it was that
very day that young Hamlet
was borne: he that is mad and sent
into England.


Ham.
I marry, why was he sent into England?


Clow.
Why because a was mad: a shall recouer his wits there,
or if a doe not, tis no great matter there.

Ham.
Why?

Clow.
Twill not bee seene in him there, there are men as
there the men are as

mad
(
as he.

Ham.
How came he mad?

Clow.
Very strangely they say.

Ham.
How strangely?

Clow.
Faith een with loosing his wits.

Ham.
Vpon what ground?

Clow.
Why here in Denmark:
I haue bin Sexton here man and
boy thirty yeares.


Ham.
How long will a man lye i'th earth ere he rot?

Clow.
Faith if a be not rotten before a dye, as we haue many
pocky corses, that will scarce hold the laying in, a will last you
some
som

eight yeere, or nine yeere. A Tanner will last you nine yeare.

Ham.
VVhy he more then another?

Clow.
Why sir, his hide is so tand with his trade, that a will keep
out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your
whorson dead body, heer's a scull now hath lyen you i'th earth
(
twenty three yeares.

Ham.
VVhose was it?

Clow.
A whorson mad fellowes it was, whose do you think it
(
was?

Ham.
Nay I know not.

Clow.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue, a pourd a flagon of
Renish on my head once; this same skull sir, was sir Yoricks
skull,
the Kings Iester.

Ham.
This?

Clow.
Een that.

Ha.
Alas poore Yoricke
, I knew him Horatio
, a fellow of infinite
iesPage Break
t, of most excellent fancy, he hath bore me on his back a thou­
sand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my
gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I haue kist I know not
how oft: where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your songs,
your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a
roare, not one now to mock your own grinning, quite chopfalne.
Now get you to my Ladies table, and tell her, let her paint an
inch thick, to this fauour she must come, make her laught at that.
Prethee Horatio
tell me one thing.

Hora.
VVhat's that my Lord?

Ha.
Dost thou think Alexander
lookt a this fashion i'th earth?

Hora
Een so.

Ham.
And smelt so: pah.

Hora.
Een so my Lord.

Ham.
To what base vses we may returne Horatio
? Why may
not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander
, till a find it
stopping a bunghole?

Hora.
'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.

Ha.
No faith, not a iot, but to follow him thether with modesty
enough, and likelihood to lead it. Alexander
died, Alexander
was
buried, Alexander
returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth we
make lome, & why of that lome whereto he was conuerted, might

They not ftop a Beere‐barrell?
Imperious Cæsar
dead, and turn'd to Clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O that that earth which kepr the world in awe,
Sould patch a wall t'expell the waters flaw.
But soft, but soft awhile, here comes the King,Enter King
Quee. Laertes

and the corse.

The Queen, the Courtiers, who is this they follow?
And with such maimed rites? this doth betoken,
The corse they follow, didPage Break
with desprate hand
Foredoo it owne life, 'twas of some estate,
Couch we a while and marke.

Laer.
What Ceremony else?

Ham.
That is Laertes
a very noble youh, make
marke

.

Laer.
What Ceremony else?

Doct.
Her obsequies haue been as far inlarg'd
As we haue warranty, her death was doubtfull,
And but that great command
commaund

ore‐swayes the order,
She should in ground vnsanctified bin
been

lodg'd
Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers,
Flints and peebles should be throwne on her:
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin Crants,
Her mayden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and buriall.

Laer.
Must there no more be doone?

Doct.
No more be doone.
We should prophane the seru
ice of the dead,
To sing a Requiem and such rest to her
As to peace‐parted soules.

Laer.
Lay her i'th earth,
And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh
May Violets spring: I tell thee churlish Priest,
A ministring Angell shall my sister be
When thou lyest howling.

Ham.
What, the faire Ophelia
.

Quee.
Sweets to the sweet, farewell,
I hop't thou should'd
should'st

haue bin
been

my Hamlets
wife,
I thought thy bride‐bed to haue deckt sweet mayd,
And not haue strew'd thy graue.

Laer.
O trebble woe

Fall ten times double on that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sence
Depriued thee of, hold off the earth a while,
Til I haue caught her once more in mine armes;
Now pile your dust vpon the quick and dead,
Till of this flat a mountaine you haue made
To retop old Pelion,
or the skyesh head
Of blew Olympus
.

Ham.
WhPage Break
at is he whose griefe
Beares such an Emphasis,
whose phrase of sorrow
Coniures the wandring Stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder wounded hearers? tis I
this is I,


Hamlet
the Dane.


Laer.
The Diuell take thy soule,

Ha.
Thou pray'st not well, I prethee take thy fingers
(
from my throat,
For though I am not spleenatiue rash,
Yet haue I in me something dangerous,
Which let thy wisdome feare; hold off thy hand?

King.
Pluck them asunder,

Quee.
Hamlet
, Hamlet
.

All.
Gentlemen.

Hora.
Good my Lord be quiet.

Ham.
Why I will fight with him vpon this theame
Vntill my eye‐lids will no longer wagge.

Quee.
O my sonne, what theame?

Ham.
I lou'd Ophelia
: forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity of loue
Make vp my sum. What wilt thou doo for her.

King.
O he is mad Laertes
.

Quee.
For loue of God forbeare him?

Ham.
S'wounds shew me what th'out do:
Woo't weep, woo't fight, woo't fast, woo't teare thy
(
selfe,
Woo't drinke vp Esill, eat a Crocadile
I'le doo't: doost come here to whine?
To out‐face me with leaping in her graue,
Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
And if thou prate of mountaines, let them throw
Millions of Acres on vs, till our ground
Sindging his pate against the burning Zone

Make Ossa like a wart, nay and thou'lt mouth,
I'le rant as well as thou.

Quee.
This is meere madnesse,
And this a while the fit will worke on him,
Anon as patient as a female Doe
When that her golden cuplets are disclosed
His silence will sit drooping.

Ham.
Heare you sir,
What is the reason that you vse me thus?
I lou'd you Page Break
euer, but it is no matter,
Let Hercules
himselfe do what he may
The Cat will mew, a Dog
mew, and dogge

will haue his dayExit Hamlet
,
and Horatio
.


King.
I pray thee good Horatio
wait vpon him.
Strengthen your patience in our last nights speech,
Weele put the matter to the present push:
Good Gertrard
set some watch ouer your sonne,
This graue shall haue a liuing monument,
An houre of quiet thereby shall
quiet thirtie shall

we see
Tell then in patience our proceeding be.Exeunt.



Enter Hamlet
and Horatio
.
Ha.
So much for this sir, now shal you see the other,
You do remember all the circumstance.

Hor.
Remember it my Lord.

Ham.
Sir in my heart
hart

there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep, me thought
my thought

I lay
Worse then the mutines in the bilbo's,
biblo,

rashly,
And praisd be rashnes for it: let vs know,
Our indiscretion sometimes
sometime

serues vs well
When our deep plots do fal
pall

, and that should learne vs
There's a diuinity that shapes our ends,
Rough hew them how we will.

Hora.
That is most certaine.

Ham.
Vp from my Cabin,
My sea‐gowne scarst about me in the darke
Gropt I to find out them, had my desire,
Fingard their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine owne roome againe making, so
again, making so

bold

My feares forgetting mannes to vnfold
Thir grand
graund

commission; where I found Horatio

A royall knauery, an exact command
Larded with many seuerall sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmarks
health, and Englands
to,
With hoe such Bugs and Goblins in my life,
That on the superuise no leisure bated,Page Break

No not to stay the grinding of the Axe, commaund


My head should be strooke off.

Hora.
I'st possible?

Ham.
Here's the commission, read it at more leisure,
But wilt thou heare now how I did proceed.

Hora.
I beseech you.

Ham.
Being thus be‐netted round with villaines,
Or I could make a Prologue to my braines,
They had begun the Play, I sat me downe,
Deuis'd a new commission, wrote i
t faire,
I once did hold it as ou
r Statists doe
A basenesse to write faire, and labourd much
How to forget that learning, but sir now
It did me yeomans seruice, wilt thou know
Th' effect of what I wrote?

Hora.
I good my Lord.

Ham.
An earnest coniuration from the King,
As England
was his faithfull Tributarie,
As loue between them like the Palme might florish,
As peace should still her wheaten Garland weare
And stand a Comma
tweene their amities,
And many such like, as sir of great charge,
That on the view, and knowing of these contens,
Without debatement further more or lefse
He should those bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriuing time allow'd.

Hora.
How was this seald?

Ham.
Why euen in that was Heauen ordinant,
I had my fathers signet in my purse
Which was the modell of that Danish
seale,
Folded the writ vp in the forme of th'other,
Subscrib'd
subscribe

it, gau't th' impression, plac'd it safely,

The changling neuer knowne: now the next day
Was our Sea‐fight, and what to this was sequent
Thou knowest already,

Hora,
So Guyldensterne
and Rosencraus
go too't.

Ham.
They are not neer my conscience; their defeat
Does by their owne insinuation grow,
Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Betweene the passe and fell incensed points
Of mightie Opposites.

Hora.
Why what a King is this!

Ham.
Does it not think thee stand me now vpon?
He that hath kild my King, and whor'd my mother,
PoPage Break
p't in betweene the election and my hopes,
Throwne out his Angle for my proper life,
And with such cosnage, i'st not perfect conscience?

Enter a Courtier.
Cour.
Your Lordship is right welcome backe to Denmarke.


Ham.
I humbly thanke you sir.
Doo'st know this Water‐flie?

Hora.
No my good Lord.

Ham.
Thy state is the more gracious, for tis a vice to know
him, He hath much land and fertill: let a beast be Lord of beasts,
and his Crib shall stand at the Kings messe, tis a chough, but as I
say, spacious in the possession of durt.

Cour.
Sweet Lord, if your Lordship were at leisure, I should
impart a thing to you from his Maiesty.

Ham.
I will receiue it sir with all diligence of spirit, your bon­
net to his right vse, tis for the head.

Cour.
I thanke your Lordship, it is very hot.

Ham.
No beleeue me, tis very cold, the wind is Northerly.

Cour.
It is indifferent
indefferent

cold my Lord indeed.

Ham.
But yet me thinks it is very soultry
sully

and hot, or my com­
plexion.

Cour.
Exceedingly my Lord, it is very soultry as t'were I can­
not tell how: my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you; that a
has layed a great wager on your head, sir this is the matter.

Ham.
I beseech you remember.

Cour.
Nay good my Lord for my ease in good faith, sir here is
newly come to Court Laertes
, beleeue mee an absolute Gentle­
man
men

, full of most excellent differences, of very soft societie,
and great showing: indeed to speake feelingly
sellingly

of him, he is the
Card or Kalender of Gentrie: for you shall find in him the conti­
nent of what part a Gentleman would see.

Ham.
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I
know to diuide him inuentorially, would dizzie
dosie

th'arithmetick
of memorie, and yet but raw
yaw

neither, in respect of his quick saile,
but in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soule of great ar­
ticle, and his infusion of such dearth and rarenesse, as to make true
dixion of him, his semblable is his mirrour, and who els would
trace him, his vmbrage, nothing Page Break
more.

Cour.
Your Lordship speakes most infallibly of him.

Ham.
The concernancy sir, why do we wrap the Gentleman in
our mor rawer breath?

Cour.
Sir.

Hora.
Ist not possible to vnderstand in another tongue, you will
doo't sir really.

Ham.
What imports the nomination of this Gentleman?

Cour.
Of Laertes
.

Hora.
His purse is empty already, all's golden words are spent.

Ham.
Of him sir.

Cour.
I know you are not ignorant.

Ham.
I would you did sir, yet in faith if you did, it would, not
much approue me, well sir.

Cour.
You are ignorant
are not
ignorant


of what excellence Laertes
is.

Ham.
I dare not confesse that, least I should compare with him
in excellence, but to know a man well
wel

, were to know himselfe.

Cour.
I meane sir for this weapon, but in the imputation laid
on him by them in his meed, he's vnfellowed.

Ham.
What's his weapon?

Cour.
Rapiar and Dagger.

Ham.
That's two of his weapons, but well.

Cour.
The King sir hath wagerd with him six Barbary
horses
against the which he has impaund as I take it six French
Rapiers
and Poinards, with their assignes, as girdle, hanger and so. Three
of the carriages in faith, are very deare to fancie, very responsiue
reponsiue


to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberall conceit.

Ham.
What call you the carriages?

Hora.
I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had
done.


Cour.
The carriage sir are the hangers.

Ham.
The phrase would be more German
to the matter if we
could carrie a Canon by our sides, I would it might bee hangers
it be hangers


till then, but on, six Barbary

Barbry

horses against six French
Swords their
assignes, and three liberall conceited carriages, that's the French

bet against the Danish,
why is this all you call it?

Cour.
The King sir, hath laid sir, that in a dozen passes betweene
your selfe and him, he shall not exceed you three hits, he hath laid
on twelue for nine, and it would eome to immediate triall, if your
Lordship would vouchsafe the answere.

Ham.
How if I answere no?

Cour.
I meane my Page Break
Lord the opposition of your person in trial.

Ham.
Sir I will walke heere in the hall, If it please his Maiesty,
it is the breathing time of day with me, let the foiles be brought,
the Gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose; I will win
for him and I can, if not I will gaine nothing but my shame, and
the odde hits.

Cour.
Shall I deliuer you so?

Ham.
To this effect sir, after what florish your nature will.

Cour.
I commend my dutie to your Lordship.

Ham.
Yours doo's well to commend it himselfe, there are no
tongues else for his turne.

Hora.
This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

Ham.
A did so sir
A did sir,

with his dugge before a suckt it, thus has he
and many more of the same breed that I know the drossie age
dotes on, onely got the tune of the time, and out of an habit of
incounter, a kind of mistie collection
histy colection

, which crries them through
and through the most profane and trennowned
trennowed

opinons, and doe
but blow them to their triall, the bubbles are out.

Enter a Lord.
Lord.
My Lord, his Maiestie commended him to ou by yong
Ostricke
, who brings back to him that you attend him in the hall,
he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes
, or that
you will take longer time?

Ham.
I am constant to my purposes, they follow the Kings
pleasure, if his fitnesse speakes, mine is ready: now or whensoeuer,
prouided I be so able as now.


Lord.
The King and Queene and all are comming downe.

Ham.
In happy time.

Lord.
The Queene desires you to vse some gentle entertain­
ment to Laertes
, before you go to
you fall to

play.

Ham.
Shee well instructs me.

Hora,
You will loose my Lord.

Ham.
I do not think so, since he went into France
, I haue bin
in continuall practise, I shall winne at the oddes
ods

; thou would'st
not thinke how ill all's heere about my heart
hart

, but it is no matter.

Hora.
NaPage Break
y good my Lord.

Ham.
It is but foolerie, but it is such a kind of game‐giuing
gamegiving

,
as would perhaps trouble a woman.

Hora.
If your mind dislike any thing, obay it. I shall
I will

forestall
their repaire hither and say you are not fit.

Ham.
Not a whit we defie Augurie, there is speciall prouidence
in the fall of a Sparrow, if it bee, tis not to come, if it bee not to
come, it will be now, if it be not now, yet it will come, the readi­
nesse is all, since no man of ought he leaues, knowes what ist to
leaue betimes, let be.

A table prepared, Trumpets, Drums and Officers with Cushions,
King, Queene, and all the state, Foiles, Daggers, and Laertes
.
King.
Come Hamlet
, come and take this hand from me.

Ham.
Giue me your pardon sir, I haue done you wrong,
But pardon't as you are a Gentleman, this presence knowes,
And you must needs haue heard, how I am punisht
With a sore distraction: what I haue done
That might your nature, honour, and exception
Roughly awake I heere proclaime was madnesse,
Wast Hamlet
wronged Laertes
? neuer Hamlet
,
If Hamlet
from himselfe be tane away,
And when he's not himselfe, doe's wrong Laertes
,
Then Hamlet
doe's it not, Hamlet
denies it,
Who does it then? his madnesse. Ift be so,
Hamlet
is of the faction that is wronged,
His madnesse is poore Hamlets
enemie
enimie

,
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill,
Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts
That Ihaue shot my Arrow ore the house

And hurt my brother.

Laer.
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motiue in this case shoulPage Break
d stirre me most
To my reuenge, but in my tearmes of honor
I ftand aloofe, and will no reconcilement,
Till by some elder Mafters
Maisters

of knowne honour
I haue a voice and president of peace
To my name vngor'd: but all that time
I doe receiu
e your offered loue, like loue,
And will not wrong it.

Ham.
I imbrace it freely, and will this brothers wager
frankly play.
Giue vs the Foiles.

Laer.
Come, one for me.

Ham.
Ile be your foile Laertes
, in mine ignorance
Your skill shall like a starre i'th darkest night
Stick fiery of indeed.

Laer.
You mock me sir.

Ham.
No by this hand.

King.
Giue them the foiles yong Ostrick
, cosin Ham

Hamlet

.
You know the wager.

Ham.
Very well my Lord.
Your Grace has laid the oddes a'th weaker side.

King.
I doe not feare it, I haue seene you both,
But since he is better, we haue therefore oddes.

Laer.
This is to heauy: let me see another.

Ham.
This likes me well, these foiles haue all a length.

Ostr.
I my good Lord.

King.
Set me the stoops of wine vpon the table,
If Hamlet
giue the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their Ordnance fire.
The King shall drinke to Hamlets
better breath,
And in the cup an Onix
an Vnice

shall he throw,
Richer then that which foure sucessiue Kings
In Denmarkes
Crowne haue worne: giue m the cups,
And let the Kettle to the Trumpet speake,
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Cannoneere without,
The Canons to the Heauens, the Heauens to Earth
the heaven to earth

,

Now the King drinkes to Hamlet
, come begin.Trumpets
the while.

And you the Iudges beare a warie eye.

Ham.
Come on sir.

Laer.
Come my Lord.

Ham.
One.

Laer.
No.

Ham.
Iudgement.

Ostr.
A hit, a very palpable hit.Drum, Trumpets and shot.
Flourish, a Peece goes off.


Laer.
Well, againe.

King.
Stay, giue me drink, Hamlet
this Pearle is thine.
Heere's to thy health, giue him the cup.

Ham.
Ile play this bout first, set it by a while
Come, another hit. What say you?

Laer.
I doe confest.

King.
Our sonne shall winne.

Quee.
He's fat and scant of breath.
Heere Hamlet
take my napkin rub thy browes,
The Queene carowses to thy fortune Hamlet
.

Ham.
Good Madam.

King.
Gertrard
, doe not drinke.

Quee.
I will my Lord, I pray you pardon me.

King.
It is the poysned cup, it is too late.

Ham.
I dare not drinke yet Madam, by and by.

Quee.
Come, let me wipe thy face.

Laer,
My Lord, Ile hit him now.

King.
I doe not think't.

Laer.
And yet it is almost against my conscience,

Ham.
Come for the third Laertes
, you doe but dally,
I pray you passe with your best violence
I am sure you make a wanton of me

Laer.
Say you so come on.

Ostr.
Nothing neither way.

Laer.
Haue at you now.

King.
Part them, they are incenst.

Ham.
Nay come againe.

Ostr.
Looke to the Queene there hoe.
howe.



Hora.
They bleed on both sides, how is it my Lord?

Ostr.
How ist Laertes
?

Laer.
Why as a Woodcock to mine owne springe. Oftrick


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eachery.

Ham.
How does the Queene?

King.
She sounds to see them bleed.

Quee.
No, no, the drink, the drink, O my deare Ham

Hamlet

,
The drink, the drink, I am poysned.

Ham.
O villanie! hoe let
villanie, how let

the dore be lock't,
Treachery, seek it out.

Laer.
It is here Hamlet
thou art slaine,
No medecine in the world can do thee good,
In thee there is not halfe an houres life,
The treacherous instrument is in my hand
Vnbated and enuenom'd, the foule practise
Hath turn'd it selfe on me, loe here I lye
Neuer to rise againe: thy mother's poysned,
I am no
I can no

more, the King, the Kings too blame.

Ha.
The point enuenom'd to, then venom to thy work

All.
Treason, treason.

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

Ham.
Here thou incestious damned Dane,

Drink of this potion, is the Onixe here?
Follow my mother.

Laer.
He is iustly serued, it is a poison temperd by him­
(
selfe
Exchange forgiuenesse with me noble Hamlet
,
Mine and my fathers death come not vpon thee,
Nor thine on me.

Ham.
Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee;
I am dead Horatio
, wretched Queene adiew.
You that looke 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 liuest, report me and my cause aright
To the vnsatisfied.

Hora.
Neuer beleeue it;
I am more an antike Roman
then a Dane,

Heer's yet some liquor
liquer

left.

Ham.
As th'art a man
Giue me the cup, let goe, by heauen Page Break
I'le hate,

O God Horatio
! what a wounded name
Things standing thus vnknowne, shall I leaue behind me?
If thou didst euer hold me in thy heart
hart

,
Absent thee from felicity a while,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in paineA march a
farre off.

To tell my story: what warlike noise is this?

Enter Osrick
.
Osr.
Young Fortinbrasse
with conquest come from Poland,

Th'Embassadors of England
giues this warlike volly.

Ham.
O I die Horatio
,
The potent poyson quite ore‐growes
ore‐crowes

my spirit,
I cannot liue to heare the newes from England,

But I do prophesie the election lights
On Fortinbrasse
, he has my dying voyce,
So tell him with th'occurrants more and lesse
Which haue solicited, the reft is silence.

Hora.
Now cracks a noble heart
hart

, good night sweet
(
Prince,
And flight
flights

of Angels singe thee to thy rest.
Why dooes the drum come hether?

Enter Fortinbrasse
, with the Embassadors.
Fortin.
Where is this sight?

Hora.
VVhat is it you would see?
If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.

Fortin.
This quarry cries on hauock, O proud death
What feast is toward in thine eternall cell,
That thou so many Princes at a shot
So bloudily hast strooke?

Embas.
The sight is dismall
And our affaires from England
come too late,
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res are sencelesse that should giue vs hearing,
To tell him his commandement is fulfill'd,
That Rosencraus
and Guyldensterne
are dead,
Where should we haue our thanks?

Hora.
Not from his mouth
Had it th'ability of life to thanke you;
He neuer gaue commandement for their death;
But since so iump vpon this bloody question

You from the Pollock

Pollack

warres, and you from England

Are here arriued, giue order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed so the view,
And let me speak, to th'yet vnknowing
to yet unknowing

world
How these things came about; so shall you heare
Of cruell,
carnall,

bloody and vnnaturall acts.
Of accidentall iudgements, casuall slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning, and for no cause,
And in this vpshot, purposes miftooke,
Falne on the Inuenters heads: all this can I
Truely deliuer.

Fort.
Let vs hast to heare it,
And call the noblest to the audience,
For me with sorrow I embrace my fortune,
I haue some rights of memory in this Kingdome,
Which now to cleime
clame

my vantage doth inuite me.

Hora.
Of that I shall haue also cause to speake,
And from his mouth, whose voice wil draw no more,
But let this same be presently perform'd
Euen while mens mindes are wilde, least more mis­
chance
On plots and errors happen.

Fort.
Let foure Captaines
Beare Hamlet
like a Souldier to the stage,
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To haue proued most royall; and for his passage,
The Souldiers musick and the right of warre
Speake loudly for him:
Take vp the bodies, such a sight as this,
Becomes the field, but here showes much amisse.
Goe bid the Souldiers shoot.Exeunt.



FINIS
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