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Subject svn commit: r1365732 [4/5] - in /commons/proper/collections/trunk: ./ src/main/java/org/apache/commons/collections/ src/main/java/org/apache/commons/collections/trie/ src/test/java/org/apache/commons/collections/trie/ src/test/resources/org/ src/test/r...
Date Wed, 25 Jul 2012 20:42:49 GMT
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+	HAMLET
+
+
+	DRAMATIS PERSONAE
+
+
+CLAUDIUS	king of Denmark. (KING CLAUDIUS:)
+
+HAMLET	son to the late, and nephew to the present king.
+
+POLONIUS	lord chamberlain. (LORD POLONIUS:)
+
+HORATIO	friend to Hamlet.
+
+LAERTES	son to Polonius.
+
+LUCIANUS	nephew to the king.
+
+
+VOLTIMAND	|
+	|
+CORNELIUS	|
+	|
+ROSENCRANTZ	|  courtiers.
+	|
+GUILDENSTERN	|
+	|
+OSRIC	|
+
+
+	A Gentleman, (Gentlemen:)
+
+	A Priest. (First Priest:)
+
+
+MARCELLUS	|
+	|  officers.
+BERNARDO	|
+
+
+FRANCISCO	a soldier.
+
+REYNALDO	servant to Polonius.
+	Players.
+	(First Player:)
+	(Player King:)
+	(Player Queen:)
+
+	Two Clowns, grave-diggers.
+	(First Clown:)
+	(Second Clown:)
+
+FORTINBRAS	prince of Norway. (PRINCE FORTINBRAS:)
+
+	A Captain.
+
+	English Ambassadors. (First Ambassador:)
+
+GERTRUDE	queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet.
+	(QUEEN GERTRUDE:)
+
+OPHELIA	daughter to Polonius.
+
+	Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers,
+	and other Attendants. (Lord:)
+	(First Sailor:)
+	(Messenger:)
+
+	Ghost of Hamlet's Father. (Ghost:)
+
+
+
+SCENE	Denmark.
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE I	Elsinore. A platform before the castle.
+
+
+	[FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO]
+
+BERNARDO	Who's there?
+
+FRANCISCO	Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
+
+BERNARDO	Long live the king!
+
+FRANCISCO	Bernardo?
+
+BERNARDO	He.
+
+FRANCISCO	You come most carefully upon your hour.
+
+BERNARDO	'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.
+
+FRANCISCO	For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
+	And I am sick at heart.
+
+BERNARDO	Have you had quiet guard?
+
+FRANCISCO	Not a mouse stirring.
+
+BERNARDO	Well, good night.
+	If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
+	The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.
+
+FRANCISCO	I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?
+
+	[Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS]
+
+HORATIO	Friends to this ground.
+
+MARCELLUS	And liegemen to the Dane.
+
+FRANCISCO	Give you good night.
+
+MARCELLUS	O, farewell, honest soldier:
+	Who hath relieved you?
+
+FRANCISCO	Bernardo has my place.
+	Give you good night.
+
+	[Exit]
+
+MARCELLUS	Holla! Bernardo!
+
+BERNARDO	Say,
+	What, is Horatio there?
+
+HORATIO	A piece of him.
+
+BERNARDO	Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.
+
+MARCELLUS	What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
+
+BERNARDO	I have seen nothing.
+
+MARCELLUS	Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
+	And will not let belief take hold of him
+	Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
+	Therefore I have entreated him along
+	With us to watch the minutes of this night;
+	That if again this apparition come,
+	He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
+
+HORATIO	Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.
+
+BERNARDO	Sit down awhile;
+	And let us once again assail your ears,
+	That are so fortified against our story
+	What we have two nights seen.
+
+HORATIO	Well, sit we down,
+	And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
+
+BERNARDO	Last night of all,
+	When yond same star that's westward from the pole
+	Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
+	Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,
+	The bell then beating one,--
+
+	[Enter Ghost]
+
+MARCELLUS	Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!
+
+BERNARDO	In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
+
+MARCELLUS	Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.
+
+BERNARDO	Looks it not like the king?  mark it, Horatio.
+
+HORATIO	Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.
+
+BERNARDO	It would be spoke to.
+
+MARCELLUS	Question it, Horatio.
+
+HORATIO	What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,
+	Together with that fair and warlike form
+	In which the majesty of buried Denmark
+	Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!
+
+MARCELLUS	It is offended.
+
+BERNARDO	                  See, it stalks away!
+
+HORATIO	Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!
+
+	[Exit Ghost]
+
+MARCELLUS	'Tis gone, and will not answer.
+
+BERNARDO	How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:
+	Is not this something more than fantasy?
+	What think you on't?
+
+HORATIO	Before my God, I might not this believe
+	Without the sensible and true avouch
+	Of mine own eyes.
+
+MARCELLUS	                  Is it not like the king?
+
+HORATIO	As thou art to thyself:
+	Such was the very armour he had on
+	When he the ambitious Norway combated;
+	So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
+	He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
+	'Tis strange.
+
+MARCELLUS	Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,
+	With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
+
+HORATIO	In what particular thought to work I know not;
+	But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
+	This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
+
+MARCELLUS	Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
+	Why this same strict and most observant watch
+	So nightly toils the subject of the land,
+	And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
+	And foreign mart for implements of war;
+	Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task
+	Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
+	What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
+	Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:
+	Who is't that can inform me?
+
+HORATIO	That can I;
+	At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
+	Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
+	Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
+	Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
+	Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--
+	For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--
+	Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,
+	Well ratified by law and heraldry,
+	Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands
+	Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:
+	Against the which, a moiety competent
+	Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
+	To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
+	Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,
+	And carriage of the article design'd,
+	His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
+	Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
+	Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
+	Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,
+	For food and diet, to some enterprise
+	That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--
+	As it doth well appear unto our state--
+	But to recover of us, by strong hand
+	And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands
+	So by his father lost: and this, I take it,
+	Is the main motive of our preparations,
+	The source of this our watch and the chief head
+	Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
+
+BERNARDO	I think it be no other but e'en so:
+	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 wars.
+
+HORATIO	A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
+	In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
+	A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
+	The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
+	Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
+	As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
+	Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
+	Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands
+	Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:
+	And even the like precurse of fierce events,
+	As harbingers preceding still the fates
+	And prologue to the omen coming on,
+	Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
+	Unto our climatures and countrymen.--
+	But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!
+
+	[Re-enter Ghost]
+
+	I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!
+	If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
+	Speak to me:
+	If there be any good thing to be done,
+	That may to thee do ease and grace to me,
+	Speak to me:
+
+	[Cock crows]
+
+	If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
+	Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!
+	Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
+	Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
+	For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
+	Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.
+
+MARCELLUS	Shall I strike at it with my partisan?
+
+HORATIO	Do, if it will not stand.
+
+BERNARDO	'Tis here!
+
+HORATIO	'Tis here!
+
+MARCELLUS	'Tis gone!
+
+	[Exit Ghost]
+
+	We do it wrong, being so majestical,
+	To offer it the show of violence;
+	For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
+	And our vain blows malicious mockery.
+
+BERNARDO	It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
+
+HORATIO	And then it started like a guilty thing
+	Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
+	The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
+	Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
+	Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
+	Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
+	The extravagant and erring spirit hies
+	To his confine: and of the truth herein
+	This present object made probation.
+
+MARCELLUS	It faded on the crowing of the cock.
+	Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
+	Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
+	The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
+	And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
+	The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
+	No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
+	So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
+
+HORATIO	So have I heard and do in part believe it.
+	But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
+	Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:
+	Break we our watch up; and by my advice,
+	Let us impart what we have seen to-night
+	Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,
+	This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.
+	Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
+	As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
+
+MARCELLUS	Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
+	Where we shall find him most conveniently.
+
+	[Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE II	A room of state in the castle.
+
+
+	[Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET,
+	POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords,
+	and Attendants]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
+	The memory be green, and that it us befitted
+	To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
+	To be contracted in one brow of woe,
+	Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
+	That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
+	Together with remembrance of ourselves.
+	Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
+	The imperial jointress to this warlike state,
+	Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--
+	With an auspicious and a dropping eye,
+	With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
+	In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--
+	Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
+	Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
+	With this affair along. For all, our thanks.
+	Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
+	Holding a weak supposal of our worth,
+	Or thinking by our late dear brother's death
+	Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
+	Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
+	He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
+	Importing the surrender of those lands
+	Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,
+	To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
+	Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:
+	Thus much the business is: we have here writ
+	To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--
+	Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
+	Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress
+	His further gait herein; in that the levies,
+	The lists and full proportions, are all made
+	Out of his subject: and we here dispatch
+	You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
+	For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
+	Giving to you no further personal power
+	To business with the king, more than the scope
+	Of these delated articles allow.
+	Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.
+
+
+CORNELIUS	|
+	|  In that and all things will we show our duty.
+VOLTIMAND	|
+
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.
+
+	[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
+
+	And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
+	You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?
+	You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
+	And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
+	That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
+	The head is not more native to the heart,
+	The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
+	Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
+	What wouldst thou have, Laertes?
+
+LAERTES	My dread lord,
+	Your leave and favour to return to France;
+	From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
+	To show my duty in your coronation,
+	Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
+	My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
+	And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
+	By laboursome petition, and at last
+	Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
+	I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
+	And thy best graces spend it at thy will!
+	But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--
+
+HAMLET	[Aside]  A little more than kin, and less than kind.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
+
+HAMLET	Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
+	And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
+	Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
+	Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
+	Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,
+	Passing through nature to eternity.
+
+HAMLET	Ay, madam, it is common.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	If it be,
+	Why seems it so particular with thee?
+
+HAMLET	Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'
+	'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
+	Nor customary suits of solemn black,
+	Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
+	No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
+	Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
+	Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
+	That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
+	For they are actions that a man might play:
+	But I have that within which passeth show;
+	These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
+	To give these mourning duties to your father:
+	But, you must know, your father lost a father;
+	That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
+	In filial obligation for some term
+	To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever
+	In obstinate condolement is a course
+	Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;
+	It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
+	A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
+	An understanding simple and unschool'd:
+	For what we know must be and is as common
+	As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
+	Why should we in our peevish opposition
+	Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
+	A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
+	To reason most absurd: whose common theme
+	Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
+	From the first corse till he that died to-day,
+	'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth
+	This unprevailing woe, and think of us
+	As of a father: for let the world take note,
+	You are the most immediate to our throne;
+	And with no less nobility of love
+	Than that which dearest father bears his son,
+	Do I impart toward you. For your intent
+	In going back to school in Wittenberg,
+	It is most retrograde to our desire:
+	And we beseech you, bend you to remain
+	Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
+	Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
+	I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
+
+HAMLET	I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:
+	Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
+	This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
+	Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
+	No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
+	But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
+	And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,
+	Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
+
+	[Exeunt all but HAMLET]
+
+HAMLET	O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
+	Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
+	Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
+	His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
+	How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
+	Seem to me all the uses of this world!
+	Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,
+	That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
+	Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
+	But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
+	So excellent a king; that was, to this,
+	Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
+	That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
+	Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
+	Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
+	As if increase of appetite had grown
+	By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--
+	Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--
+	A little month, or ere those shoes were old
+	With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
+	Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--
+	O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
+	Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,
+	My father's brother, but no more like my father
+	Than I to Hercules: within a month:
+	Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
+	Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
+	She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
+	With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
+	It is not nor it cannot come to good:
+	But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
+
+	[Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO]
+
+HORATIO	Hail to your lordship!
+
+HAMLET	I am glad to see you well:
+	Horatio,--or I do forget myself.
+
+HORATIO	The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.
+
+HAMLET	Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:
+	And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
+
+MARCELLUS	My good lord--
+
+HAMLET	I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
+	But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
+
+HORATIO	A truant disposition, good my lord.
+
+HAMLET	I would not hear your enemy say so,
+	Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
+	To make it truster of your own report
+	Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
+	But what is your affair in Elsinore?
+	We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
+
+HORATIO	My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.
+
+HAMLET	I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
+	I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
+
+HORATIO	Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.
+
+HAMLET	Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
+	Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
+	Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
+	Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
+	My father!--methinks I see my father.
+
+HORATIO	Where, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	                  In my mind's eye, Horatio.
+
+HORATIO	I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
+
+HAMLET	He was a man, take him for all in all,
+	I shall not look upon his like again.
+
+HORATIO	My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
+
+HAMLET	Saw? who?
+
+HORATIO	My lord, the king your father.
+
+HAMLET	The king my father!
+
+HORATIO	Season your admiration for awhile
+	With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
+	Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
+	This marvel to you.
+
+HAMLET	For God's love, let me hear.
+
+HORATIO	Two nights together had these gentlemen,
+	Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
+	In the dead vast and middle of the night,
+	Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,
+	Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
+	Appears before them, and with solemn march
+	Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd
+	By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,
+	Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled
+	Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
+	Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
+	In dreadful secrecy impart they did;
+	And I with them the third night kept the watch;
+	Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,
+	Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
+	The apparition comes: I knew your father;
+	These hands are not more like.
+
+HAMLET	But where was this?
+
+MARCELLUS	My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
+
+HAMLET	Did you not speak to it?
+
+HORATIO	My lord, I did;
+	But answer made it none: yet once methought
+	It lifted up its head and did address
+	Itself to motion, like as it would speak;
+	But even then the morning cock crew loud,
+	And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
+	And vanish'd from our sight.
+
+HAMLET	'Tis very strange.
+
+HORATIO	As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
+	And we did think it writ down in our duty
+	To let you know of it.
+
+HAMLET	Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.
+	Hold you the watch to-night?
+
+
+MARCELLUS	|
+	|	We do, my lord.
+BERNARDO	|
+
+
+HAMLET	Arm'd, say you?
+
+
+MARCELLUS	|
+	|  Arm'd, my lord.
+BERNARDO	|
+
+
+HAMLET	From top to toe?
+
+
+MARCELLUS	|
+	|             My lord, from head to foot.
+BERNARDO	|
+
+
+HAMLET	Then saw you not his face?
+
+HORATIO	O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
+
+HAMLET	What, look'd he frowningly?
+
+HORATIO	A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
+
+HAMLET	Pale or red?
+
+HORATIO	Nay, very pale.
+
+HAMLET	                  And fix'd his eyes upon you?
+
+HORATIO	Most constantly.
+
+HAMLET	                  I would I had been there.
+
+HORATIO	It would have much amazed you.
+
+HAMLET	Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
+
+HORATIO	While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
+
+
+MARCELLUS	|
+	| Longer, longer.
+BERNARDO	|
+
+
+HORATIO	Not when I saw't.
+
+HAMLET	                  His beard was grizzled--no?
+
+HORATIO	It was, as I have seen it in his life,
+	A sable silver'd.
+
+HAMLET	                  I will watch to-night;
+	Perchance 'twill walk again.
+
+HORATIO	I warrant it will.
+
+HAMLET	If it assume my noble father's person,
+	I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
+	And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
+	If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,
+	Let it be tenable in your silence still;
+	And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
+	Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
+	I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:
+	Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,
+	I'll visit you.
+
+All	                  Our duty to your honour.
+
+HAMLET	Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.
+
+	[Exeunt all but HAMLET]
+
+	My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;
+	I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!
+	Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
+	Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
+
+	[Exit]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE III	A room in Polonius' house.
+
+
+	[Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA]
+
+LAERTES	My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:
+	And, sister, as the winds give benefit
+	And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
+	But let me hear from you.
+
+OPHELIA	Do you doubt that?
+
+LAERTES	For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,
+	Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
+	A violet in the youth of primy nature,
+	Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
+	The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
+
+OPHELIA	       No more but so?
+
+LAERTES	Think it no more;
+	For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
+	In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,
+	The inward service of the mind and soul
+	Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
+	And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
+	The virtue of his will: but you must fear,
+	His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;
+	For he himself is subject to his birth:
+	He may not, as unvalued persons do,
+	Carve for himself; for on his choice depends
+	The safety and health of this whole state;
+	And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
+	Unto the voice and yielding of that body
+	Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,
+	It fits your wisdom so far to believe it
+	As he in his particular act and place
+	May give his saying deed; which is no further
+	Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
+	Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,
+	If with too credent ear you list his songs,
+	Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open
+	To his unmaster'd importunity.
+	Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,
+	And keep you in the rear of your affection,
+	Out of the shot and danger of desire.
+	The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
+	If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
+	Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
+	The canker galls the infants of the spring,
+	Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
+	And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
+	Contagious blastments are most imminent.
+	Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:
+	Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
+
+OPHELIA	I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,
+	As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
+	Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
+	Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
+	Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
+	Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
+	And recks not his own rede.
+
+LAERTES	O, fear me not.
+	I stay too long: but here my father comes.
+
+	[Enter POLONIUS]
+
+	A double blessing is a double grace,
+	Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!
+	The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
+	And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
+	And these few precepts in thy memory
+	See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
+	Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
+	Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+	Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
+	Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
+	But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
+	Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
+	Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
+	Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
+	Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
+	Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
+	Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+	But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+	For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
+	And they in France of the best rank and station
+	Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
+	Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
+	For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
+	And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
+	This above all: to thine ownself 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!
+
+LAERTES	Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	The time invites you; go; your servants tend.
+
+LAERTES	Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well
+	What I have said to you.
+
+OPHELIA	'Tis in my memory lock'd,
+	And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
+
+LAERTES	Farewell.
+
+	[Exit]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?
+
+OPHELIA	So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Marry, well bethought:
+	'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
+	Given private time to you; and you yourself
+	Have of your audience been 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 do not understand yourself so clearly
+	As it behoves my daughter and your honour.
+	What is between you? give me up the truth.
+
+OPHELIA	He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders
+	Of his affection to me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,
+	Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.
+	Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?
+
+OPHELIA	I do not know, my lord, what I should think.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;
+	That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,
+	Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
+	Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
+	Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.
+
+OPHELIA	My lord, he hath importuned me with love
+	In honourable fashion.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.
+
+OPHELIA	And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,
+	With almost all the holy vows of heaven.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,
+	When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
+	Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,
+	Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,
+	Even in their promise, as it is a-making,
+	You must not take for fire. From this time
+	Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;
+	Set your entreatments at a higher rate
+	Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
+	Believe so much in him, that he is young
+	And with a larger tether may he walk
+	Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,
+	Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,
+	Not of that dye which their investments show,
+	But mere implorators of unholy suits,
+	Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,
+	The better to beguile. This is for all:
+	I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,
+	Have you so slander any moment leisure,
+	As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.
+	Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.
+
+OPHELIA	I shall obey, my lord.
+
+	[Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE IV	The platform.
+
+
+	[Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS]
+
+HAMLET	The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
+
+HORATIO	It is a nipping and an eager air.
+
+HAMLET	What hour now?
+
+HORATIO	                  I think it lacks of twelve.
+
+HAMLET	No, it is struck.
+
+HORATIO	Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season
+	Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
+
+	[A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within]
+
+	What does this mean, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
+	Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;
+	And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
+	The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out
+	The triumph of his pledge.
+
+HORATIO	Is it a custom?
+
+HAMLET	Ay, marry, is't:
+	But to my mind, though I am native here
+	And to the manner born, it is a custom
+	More honour'd in the breach than the observance.
+	This heavy-headed revel east and west
+	Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:
+	They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
+	Soil our addition; and indeed it takes
+	From our achievements, though perform'd at height,
+	The pith and marrow of our attribute.
+	So, oft it chances in particular men,
+	That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
+	As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,
+	Since nature cannot choose his origin--
+	By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,
+	Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
+	Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens
+	The form of plausive manners, that these men,
+	Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,
+	Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--
+	Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,
+	As infinite as man may undergo--
+	Shall in the general censure take corruption
+	From that particular fault: the dram of eale
+	Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
+	To his own scandal.
+
+HORATIO	Look, my lord, it comes!
+
+	[Enter Ghost]
+
+HAMLET	Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
+	Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
+	Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
+	Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
+	Thou comest in such a questionable shape
+	That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
+	King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
+	Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell
+	Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
+	Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
+	Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
+	Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
+	To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
+	That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
+	Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
+	Making night hideous; and we fools of nature
+	So horridly to shake our disposition
+	With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
+	Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?
+
+	[Ghost beckons HAMLET]
+
+HORATIO	It beckons you to go away with it,
+	As if it some impartment did desire
+	To you alone.
+
+MARCELLUS	                  Look, with what courteous action
+	It waves you to a more removed ground:
+	But do not go with it.
+
+HORATIO	No, by no means.
+
+HAMLET	It will not speak; then I will follow it.
+
+HORATIO	Do not, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	                  Why, what should be the fear?
+	I do not set my life in a pin's fee;
+	And for my soul, what can it do to that,
+	Being a thing immortal as itself?
+	It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.
+
+HORATIO	What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
+	Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
+	That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
+	And there assume some other horrible form,
+	Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
+	And draw you into madness? think of it:
+	The very place puts toys of desperation,
+	Without more motive, into every brain
+	That looks so many fathoms to the sea
+	And hears it roar beneath.
+
+HAMLET	It waves me still.
+	Go on; I'll follow thee.
+
+MARCELLUS	You shall not go, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Hold off your hands.
+
+HORATIO	Be ruled; you shall not go.
+
+HAMLET	My fate cries out,
+	And makes each petty artery in this body
+	As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
+	Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.
+	By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
+	I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
+
+	[Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET]
+
+HORATIO	He waxes desperate with imagination.
+
+MARCELLUS	Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.
+
+HORATIO	Have after. To what issue will this come?
+
+MARCELLUS	Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
+
+HORATIO	Heaven will direct it.
+
+MARCELLUS	Nay, let's follow him.
+
+	[Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT I
+
+
+
+SCENE V	Another part of the platform.
+
+
+	[Enter GHOST and HAMLET]
+
+HAMLET	Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.
+
+Ghost	Mark me.
+
+HAMLET	       I will.
+
+Ghost	                  My hour is almost come,
+	When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames
+	Must render up myself.
+
+HAMLET	Alas, poor ghost!
+
+Ghost	Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
+	To what I shall unfold.
+
+HAMLET	Speak; I am bound to hear.
+
+Ghost	 So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.
+
+HAMLET	What?
+
+Ghost	I am thy father's spirit,
+	Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
+	And for the day confined to fast in fires,
+	Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
+	Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid
+	To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
+	I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
+	Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
+	Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
+	Thy knotted and combined locks to part
+	And each particular hair to stand on end,
+	Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
+	But this eternal blazon must not be
+	To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
+	If thou didst ever thy dear father love--
+
+HAMLET	O God!
+
+Ghost	Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.
+
+HAMLET	Murder!
+
+Ghost	Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
+	But this most foul, strange and unnatural.
+
+HAMLET	Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
+	As meditation or the thoughts of love,
+	May sweep to my revenge.
+
+Ghost	I find thee apt;
+	And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
+	That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
+	Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:
+	'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
+	A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
+	Is by a forged process of my death
+	Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,
+	The serpent that did sting thy father's life
+	Now wears his crown.
+
+HAMLET	O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
+
+Ghost	Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,
+	With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--
+	O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
+	So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust
+	The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:
+	O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
+	From me, whose love was of that dignity
+	That it went hand in hand even with the vow
+	I made to her in marriage, and to decline
+	Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor
+	To those of mine!
+	But virtue, as it never will be moved,
+	Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,
+	So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,
+	Will sate itself in a celestial bed,
+	And prey on garbage.
+	But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
+	Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
+	My custom always of the afternoon,
+	Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
+	With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,
+	And in the porches of my ears did pour
+	The leperous distilment; whose effect
+	Holds such an enmity with blood of man
+	That swift as quicksilver it courses through
+	The natural gates and alleys of the body,
+	And with a sudden vigour doth posset
+	And curd, like eager droppings into milk,
+	The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;
+	And a most instant tetter bark'd about,
+	Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
+	All my smooth body.
+	Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand
+	Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:
+	Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
+	Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
+	No reckoning 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, bear it not;
+	Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
+	A couch for luxury and damned incest.
+	But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,
+	Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
+	Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven
+	And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
+	To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!
+	The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
+	And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:
+	Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.
+
+	[Exit]
+
+HAMLET	O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?
+	And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;
+	And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
+	But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!
+	Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
+	In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
+	Yea, from the table of my memory
+	I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
+	All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,
+	That youth and observation copied there;
+	And thy commandment all alone shall live
+	Within the book and volume of my brain,
+	Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
+	O most pernicious woman!
+	O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
+	My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
+	That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;
+	At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:
+
+	[Writing]
+
+	So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;
+	It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'
+	I have sworn 't.
+
+
+MARCELLUS	|
+	| [Within]  My lord, my lord,--
+HORATIO	|
+
+
+MARCELLUS	[Within]	Lord Hamlet,--
+
+HORATIO	[Within]	Heaven secure him!
+
+HAMLET	So be it!
+
+HORATIO	[Within]  Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
+
+HAMLET	Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.
+
+	[Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS]
+
+MARCELLUS	How is't, my noble lord?
+
+HORATIO	What news, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	O, wonderful!
+
+HORATIO	                  Good my lord, tell it.
+
+HAMLET	No; you'll reveal it.
+
+HORATIO	Not I, my lord, by heaven.
+
+MARCELLUS	Nor I, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?
+	But you'll be secret?
+
+
+HORATIO	|
+	|                   Ay, by heaven, my lord.
+MARCELLUS	|
+
+
+HAMLET	There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
+	But he's an arrant knave.
+
+HORATIO	There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
+	To tell us this.
+
+HAMLET	                  Why, right; you are i' the right;
+	And so, without more circumstance at all,
+	I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:
+	You, as your business and desire shall point you;
+	For every man has business and desire,
+	Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,
+	Look you, I'll go pray.
+
+HORATIO	These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;
+	Yes, 'faith heartily.
+
+HORATIO	There's no offence, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
+	And much offence too. Touching this vision here,
+	It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:
+	For your desire to know what is between us,
+	O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,
+	As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,
+	Give me one poor request.
+
+HORATIO	What is't, my lord? we will.
+
+HAMLET	Never make known what you have seen to-night.
+
+
+HORATIO	|
+	| My lord, we will not.
+MARCELLUS	|
+
+
+HAMLET	Nay, but swear't.
+
+HORATIO	In faith,
+	My lord, not I.
+
+MARCELLUS	                  Nor I, my lord, in faith.
+
+HAMLET	Upon my sword.
+
+MARCELLUS	                  We have sworn, my lord, already.
+
+HAMLET	Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
+
+Ghost	[Beneath]  Swear.
+
+HAMLET	Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,
+	truepenny?
+	Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--
+	Consent to swear.
+
+HORATIO	                  Propose the oath, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Never to speak of this that you have seen,
+	Swear by my sword.
+
+Ghost	[Beneath]  Swear.
+
+HAMLET	Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.
+	Come hither, gentlemen,
+	And lay your hands again upon my sword:
+	Never to speak of this that you have heard,
+	Swear by my sword.
+
+Ghost	[Beneath]  Swear.
+
+HAMLET	Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?
+	A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.
+
+HORATIO	O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
+
+HAMLET	And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
+	There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
+	Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
+	Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
+	How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
+	As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
+	To put an antic disposition on,
+	That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
+	With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
+	Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
+	As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
+	Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
+	Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
+	That you know aught of me: this not to do,
+	So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.
+
+Ghost	[Beneath]  Swear.
+
+HAMLET	Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
+
+	[They swear]
+
+		        So, gentlemen,
+	With all my love I do commend me to you:
+	And what so poor a man as Hamlet is
+	May do, to express his love and friending to you,
+	God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;
+	And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.
+	The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
+	That ever I was born to set it right!
+	Nay, come, let's go together.
+
+	[Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT II
+
+
+
+SCENE I	A room in POLONIUS' house.
+
+
+	[Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.
+
+REYNALDO	I will, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,
+	Before you visit him, to make inquire
+	Of his behavior.
+
+REYNALDO	                  My lord, I did intend it.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,
+	Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
+	And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,
+	What company, at what expense; and finding
+	By this encompassment and drift of question
+	That they do know my son, come you more nearer
+	Than your particular demands will touch it:
+	Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him;
+	As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,
+	And in part him: ' do you mark this, Reynaldo?
+
+REYNALDO	Ay, very well, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	'And in part him; but' you may say 'not well:
+	But, if't be he I mean, he's very wild;
+	Addicted so and so:' and there put on him
+	What forgeries you please; marry, none so rank
+	As may dishonour him; take heed of that;
+	But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slips
+	As are companions noted and most known
+	To youth and liberty.
+
+REYNALDO	As gaming, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,
+	Drabbing: you may go so far.
+
+REYNALDO	My lord, that would dishonour him.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge
+	You must not put another scandal on him,
+	That he is open to incontinency;
+	That's not my meaning: but breathe his faults so quaintly
+	That they may seem the taints of liberty,
+	The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
+	A savageness in unreclaimed blood,
+	Of general assault.
+
+REYNALDO	But, my good lord,--
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Wherefore should you do this?
+
+REYNALDO	Ay, my lord,
+	I would know that.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	                  Marry, sir, here's my drift;
+	And I believe, it is a fetch of wit:
+	You laying these slight sullies on my son,
+	As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you,
+	Your party in converse, him you would sound,
+	Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes
+	The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured
+	He closes with you in this consequence;
+	'Good sir,' or so, or 'friend,' or 'gentleman,'
+	According to the phrase or the addition
+	Of man and country.
+
+REYNALDO	Very good, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	And then, sir, does he this--he does--what was I
+	about to say? By the mass, I was about to say
+	something: where did I leave?
+
+REYNALDO	At 'closes in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,'
+	and 'gentleman.'
+
+LORD POLONIUS	At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry;
+	He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman;
+	I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,
+	Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say,
+	There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse;
+	There falling out at tennis:' or perchance,
+	'I saw him enter such a house of sale,'
+	Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth.
+	See you now;
+	Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth:
+	And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
+	With windlasses and with assays of bias,
+	By indirections find directions out:
+	So by my former lecture and advice,
+	Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?
+
+REYNALDO	My lord, I have.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	                  God be wi' you; fare you well.
+
+REYNALDO	Good my lord!
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Observe his inclination in yourself.
+
+REYNALDO	I shall, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	And let him ply his music.
+
+REYNALDO	Well, my lord.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Farewell!
+
+	[Exit REYNALDO]
+
+	[Enter OPHELIA]
+
+	How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?
+
+OPHELIA	O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!
+
+LORD POLONIUS	With what, i' the name of God?
+
+OPHELIA	My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,
+	Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced;
+	No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd,
+	Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;
+	Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;
+	And with a look so piteous in purport
+	As if he had been loosed out of hell
+	To speak of horrors,--he comes before me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Mad for thy love?
+
+OPHELIA	                  My lord, I do not know;
+	But truly, I do fear it.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	What said he?
+
+OPHELIA	He took me by the wrist and held me hard;
+	Then goes he to the length of all his arm;
+	And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow,
+	He falls to such perusal of my face
+	As he would draw it. Long stay'd he so;
+	At last, a little shaking of mine arm
+	And thrice his head thus waving up and down,
+	He raised a sigh so piteous and profound
+	As it did seem to shatter all his bulk
+	And end his being: that done, he lets me go:
+	And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,
+	He seem'd to find his way without his eyes;
+	For out o' doors he went without their helps,
+	And, to the last, bended their light on me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Come, go with me: I will go seek the king.
+	This is the very ecstasy of love,
+	Whose violent property fordoes itself
+	And leads the will to desperate undertakings
+	As oft as any passion under heaven
+	That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.
+	What, have you given him any hard words of late?
+
+OPHELIA	No, my good lord, but, as you did command,
+	I did repel his fetters and denied
+	His access to me.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	                  That hath made him mad.
+	I am sorry that with better heed and judgment
+	I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle,
+	And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy!
+	By heaven, it is as proper to our age
+	To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions
+	As it is common for the younger sort
+	To lack discretion. Come, go we to the king:
+	This must be known; which, being kept close, might
+	move
+	More grief to hide than hate to utter love.
+
+	[Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT II
+
+
+
+SCENE II	A room in the castle.
+
+
+	[Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ,
+	GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern!
+	Moreover that we much did long to see you,
+	The need we have to use you did provoke
+	Our hasty sending. Something have you heard
+	Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it,
+	Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man
+	Resembles that it was. What it should be,
+	More than his father's death, that thus hath put him
+	So much from the understanding of himself,
+	I cannot dream of: I entreat you both,
+	That, being of so young days brought up with him,
+	And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior,
+	That you vouchsafe your rest here 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 glean,
+	Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,
+	That, open'd, lies within our remedy.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you;
+	And sure I am two men there are not living
+	To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
+	To show us so much gentry and good will
+	As to expend your time with us awhile,
+	For the supply and profit of our hope,
+	Your visitation shall receive such thanks
+	As fits a king's remembrance.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Both your majesties
+	Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,
+	Put your dread pleasures more into command
+	Than to entreaty.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	                  But we both obey,
+	And here give up ourselves, in the full bent
+	To lay our service freely at your feet,
+	To be commanded.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz:
+	And I beseech you instantly to visit
+	My too much changed son. Go, some of you,
+	And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	Heavens make our presence and our practises
+	Pleasant and helpful to him!
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Ay, amen!
+
+	[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some
+	Attendants]
+
+	[Enter POLONIUS]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,
+	Are joyfully return'd.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Thou still hast been the father of good news.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege,
+	I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,
+	Both to my God and to my gracious king:
+	And I do think, or else this brain of mine
+	Hunts not the trail of policy so sure
+	As it hath used to do, that I have found
+	The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	O, speak of that; that do I long to hear.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Give first admittance to the ambassadors;
+	My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.
+
+	[Exit POLONIUS]
+
+	He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found
+	The head and source of all your son's distemper.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	I doubt it is no other but the main;
+	His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Well, we shall sift him.
+
+	[Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
+
+		   Welcome, my good friends!
+	Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway?
+
+VOLTIMAND	Most fair return of greetings and desires.
+	Upon our first, he sent out to suppress
+	His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd
+	To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack;
+	But, better look'd into, he truly found
+	It was against your highness: whereat grieved,
+	That so his sickness, age and impotence
+	Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests
+	On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys;
+	Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine
+	Makes vow before his uncle never more
+	To give the assay of arms against your majesty.
+	Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,
+	Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,
+	And his commission to employ those soldiers,
+	So levied as before, against the Polack:
+	With an entreaty, herein further shown,
+
+	[Giving a paper]
+
+	That it might please you to give quiet pass
+	Through your dominions for this enterprise,
+	On such regards of safety and allowance
+	As therein are set down.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	It likes us well;
+	And at our more consider'd time well read,
+	Answer, and think upon this business.
+	Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour:
+	Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together:
+	Most welcome home!
+
+	[Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	                  This business is well ended.
+	My liege, and madam, to expostulate
+	What majesty should be, what duty is,
+	Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
+	Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.
+	Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
+	And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
+	I will be brief: your noble son is mad:
+	Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,
+	What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
+	But let that go.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	                  More matter, with less art.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
+	That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity;
+	And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure;
+	But farewell it, for I will use no art.
+	Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains
+	That we find out the cause of this effect,
+	Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
+	For this effect defective comes by cause:
+	Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend.
+	I have a daughter--have while she is mine--
+	Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,
+	Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise.
+
+	[Reads]
+
+	'To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most
+	beautified Ophelia,'--
+	That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is
+	a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus:
+
+	[Reads]
+
+	'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.'
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Came this from Hamlet to her?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.
+
+	[Reads]
+
+	'Doubt thou the stars are fire;
+	Doubt that the sun doth move;
+	Doubt truth to be a liar;
+	But never doubt I love.
+	'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers;
+	I have not art to reckon my groans: but that
+	I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.
+	'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst
+	this machine is to him, HAMLET.'
+	This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,
+	And more above, hath his solicitings,
+	As they fell out by time, by means and place,
+	All given to mine ear.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	But how hath she
+	Received his love?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	                  What do you think of me?
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	As of a man faithful and honourable.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	I would fain prove so. But what might you think,
+	When I had seen this hot love on the wing--
+	As I perceived it, I must tell you that,
+	Before my daughter told me--what might you,
+	Or my dear majesty your queen here, think,
+	If I had play'd the desk or table-book,
+	Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
+	Or look'd upon this love with idle sight;
+	What might you think? No, I went round to work,
+	And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:
+	'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star;
+	This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her,
+	That she should lock herself from his resort,
+	Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.
+	Which done, she took the fruits of my advice;
+	And he, repulsed--a short tale to make--
+	Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,
+	Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,
+	Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,
+	Into the madness wherein now he raves,
+	And all we mourn for.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Do you think 'tis this?
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	It may be, very likely.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that--
+	That I have positively said 'Tis so,'
+	When it proved otherwise?
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Not that I know.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	[Pointing to his head and shoulder]
+
+	Take this from this, if this be otherwise:
+	If circumstances lead me, I will find
+	Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed
+	Within the centre.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	                  How may we try it further?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	You know, sometimes he walks four hours together
+	Here in the lobby.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	                  So he does indeed.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him:
+	Be you and I behind an arras then;
+	Mark the encounter: if he love her not
+	And be not from his reason fall'n thereon,
+	Let me be no assistant for a state,
+	But keep a farm and carters.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	We will try it.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Away, I do beseech you, both away:
+	I'll board him presently.
+
+	[Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and
+	Attendants]
+
+	[Enter HAMLET, reading]
+
+		    O, give me leave:
+	How does my good Lord Hamlet?
+
+HAMLET	Well, God-a-mercy.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Do you know me, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Excellent well; you are a fishmonger.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Not I, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Then I would you were so honest a man.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Honest, my lord!
+
+HAMLET	Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be
+	one man picked out of ten thousand.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	That's very true, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a
+	god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	I have, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a
+	blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive.
+	Friend, look to 't.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	[Aside]  How say you by that? Still harping on my
+	daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I
+	was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and
+	truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for
+	love; very near this. I'll speak to him again.
+	What do you read, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Words, words, words.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	What is the matter, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Between who?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
+	that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
+	wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
+	plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of
+	wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
+	though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
+	I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
+	yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
+	you could go backward.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	[Aside]  Though this be madness, yet there is method
+	in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Into my grave.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Indeed, that is out o' the air.
+
+	[Aside]
+
+	How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness
+	that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity
+	could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will
+	leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of
+	meeting between him and my daughter.--My honourable
+	lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.
+
+HAMLET	You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will
+	more willingly part withal: except my life, except
+	my life, except my life.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Fare you well, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	These tedious old fools!
+
+	[Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	[To POLONIUS]  God save you, sir!
+
+	[Exit POLONIUS]
+
+GUILDENSTERN	My honoured lord!
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	My most dear lord!
+
+HAMLET	My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
+	Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	As the indifferent children of the earth.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
+	On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
+
+HAMLET	Nor the soles of her shoe?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Neither, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
+	her favours?
+
+GUILDENSTERN	'Faith, her privates we.
+
+HAMLET	In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
+	is a strumpet. What's the news?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
+
+HAMLET	Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
+	Let me question more in particular: what have you,
+	my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
+	that she sends you to prison hither?
+
+GUILDENSTERN	Prison, my lord!
+
+HAMLET	Denmark's a prison.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Then is the world one.
+
+HAMLET	A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
+	wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	We think not so, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
+	either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
+	it is a prison.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too
+	narrow for your mind.
+
+HAMLET	O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count
+	myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I
+	have bad dreams.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very
+	substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.
+
+HAMLET	A dream itself is but a shadow.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a
+	quality that it is but a shadow's shadow.
+
+HAMLET	Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and
+	outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we
+	to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason.
+
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	|
+	| We'll wait upon you.
+GUILDENSTERN	|
+
+
+HAMLET	No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest
+	of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest
+	man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the
+	beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.
+
+HAMLET	Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I
+	thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are
+	too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it
+	your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
+	deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	What should we say, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent
+	for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks
+	which your modesties have not craft enough to colour:
+	I know the good king and queen have sent for you.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	To what end, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by
+	the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
+	our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved
+	love, and by what more dear a better proposer could
+	charge you withal, be even and direct with me,
+	whether you were sent for, or no?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	[Aside to GUILDENSTERN]  What say you?
+
+HAMLET	[Aside]  Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you
+	love me, hold not off.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	My lord, we were sent for.
+
+HAMLET	I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
+	prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king
+	and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but
+	wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
+	custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
+	with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
+	earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
+	excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
+	o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
+	with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
+	me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
+	What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
+	how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
+	express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
+	in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
+	world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
+	what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
+	me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
+	you seem to say so.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
+
+HAMLET	Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what
+	lenten entertainment the players shall receive from
+	you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they
+	coming, to offer you service.
+
+HAMLET	He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty
+	shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight
+	shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not
+	sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part
+	in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
+	lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall
+	say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt
+	for't. What players are they?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Even those you were wont to take delight in, the
+	tragedians of the city.
+
+HAMLET	How chances it they travel? their residence, both
+	in reputation and profit, was better both ways.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	I think their inhibition comes by the means of the
+	late innovation.
+
+HAMLET	Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was
+	in the city? are they so followed?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	No, indeed, are they not.
+
+HAMLET	How comes it? do they grow rusty?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but
+	there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases,
+	that cry out on the top of question, and are most
+	tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the
+	fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they
+	call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of
+	goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.
+
+HAMLET	What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are
+	they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no
+	longer than they can sing? will they not say
+	afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common
+	players--as it is most like, if their means are no
+	better--their writers do them wrong, to make them
+	exclaim against their own succession?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and
+	the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to
+	controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid
+	for argument, unless the poet and the player went to
+	cuffs in the question.
+
+HAMLET	Is't possible?
+
+GUILDENSTERN	O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
+
+HAMLET	Do the boys carry it away?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too.
+
+HAMLET	It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of
+	Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while
+	my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an
+	hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little.
+	'Sblood, there is something in this more than
+	natural, if philosophy could find it out.
+
+	[Flourish of trumpets within]
+
+GUILDENSTERN	There are the players.
+
+HAMLET	Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands,
+	come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion
+	and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb,
+	lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you,
+	must show fairly outward, should more appear like
+	entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my
+	uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	In what, my dear lord?
+
+HAMLET	I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is
+	southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
+
+	[Enter POLONIUS]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Well be with you, gentlemen!
+
+HAMLET	Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a
+	hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet
+	out of his swaddling-clouts.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Happily he's the second time come to them; for they
+	say an old man is twice a child.
+
+HAMLET	I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players;
+	mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning;
+	'twas so indeed.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	My lord, I have news to tell you.
+
+HAMLET	My lord, I have news to tell you.
+	When Roscius was an actor in Rome,--
+
+LORD POLONIUS	The actors are come hither, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Buz, buz!
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Upon mine honour,--
+
+HAMLET	Then came each actor on his ass,--
+
+LORD POLONIUS	The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
+	comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,
+	historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-
+	comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or
+	poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
+	Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the
+	liberty, these are the only men.
+
+HAMLET	O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
+
+LORD POLONIUS	What a treasure had he, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Why,
+	'One fair daughter and no more,
+	The which he loved passing well.'
+
+LORD POLONIUS	[Aside]  Still on my daughter.
+
+HAMLET	Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter
+	that I love passing well.
+
+HAMLET	Nay, that follows not.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	What follows, then, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	Why,
+	'As by lot, God wot,'
+	and then, you know,
+	'It came to pass, as most like it was,'--
+	the first row of the pious chanson will show you
+	more; for look, where my abridgement comes.
+
+	[Enter four or five Players]
+
+	You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad
+	to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old
+	friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last:
+	comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young
+	lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is
+	nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the
+	altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like
+	apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the
+	ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en
+	to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see:
+	we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste
+	of your quality; come, a passionate speech.
+
+First Player	What speech, my lord?
+
+HAMLET	I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
+	never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the
+	play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas
+	caviare to the general: but it was--as I received
+	it, and others, whose judgments in such matters
+	cried in the top of mine--an excellent play, well
+	digested in the scenes, set down with as much
+	modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there
+	were no sallets in the lines to make the matter
+	savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might
+	indict the author of affectation; but called it an
+	honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very
+	much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I
+	chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and
+	thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of
+	Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin
+	at this line: let me see, let me see--
+	'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'--
+	it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:--
+	'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
+	Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
+	When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
+	Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
+	With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
+	Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
+	With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
+	Baked and impasted with the parching streets,
+	That lend a tyrannous and damned light
+	To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire,
+	And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore,
+	With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
+	Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
+	So, proceed you.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and
+	good discretion.
+
+First Player	'Anon he finds him
+	Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword,
+	Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
+	Repugnant to command: unequal match'd,
+	Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
+	But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
+	The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
+	Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
+	Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
+	Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword,
+	Which was declining on the milky head
+	Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick:
+	So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
+	And like a neutral to his will and matter,
+	Did nothing.
+	But, as we often see, against some storm,
+	A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
+	The bold winds speechless and the orb below
+	As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
+	Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
+	Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work;
+	And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
+	On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne
+	With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
+	Now falls on Priam.
+	Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods,
+	In general synod 'take away her power;
+	Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
+	And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
+	As low as to the fiends!'
+
+LORD POLONIUS	This is too long.
+
+HAMLET	It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee,
+	say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he
+	sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba.
+
+First Player	'But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen--'
+
+HAMLET	'The mobled queen?'
+
+LORD POLONIUS	That's good; 'mobled queen' is good.
+
+First Player	'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames
+	With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
+	Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
+	About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
+	A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up;
+	Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
+	'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have
+	pronounced:
+	But if the gods themselves did see her then
+	When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
+	In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
+	The instant burst of clamour that she made,
+	Unless things mortal move them not at all,
+	Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,
+	And passion in the gods.'
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has
+	tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more.
+
+HAMLET	'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon.
+	Good my lord, will you see the players well
+	bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for
+	they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
+	time: after your death you were better have a bad
+	epitaph than their ill report while you live.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
+
+HAMLET	God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man
+	after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
+	Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less
+	they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty.
+	Take them in.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Come, sirs.
+
+HAMLET	Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow.
+
+	[Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First]
+
+	Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the
+	Murder of Gonzago?
+
+First Player	Ay, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need,
+	study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which
+	I would set down and insert in't, could you not?
+
+First Player	Ay, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him
+	not.
+
+	[Exit First Player]
+
+	My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are
+	welcome to Elsinore.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Good my lord!
+
+HAMLET	Ay, so, God be wi' ye;
+
+	[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+		  Now I am alone.
+	O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
+	Is it not monstrous that this player here,
+	But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
+	Could force his soul so to his own conceit
+	That from her working all his visage wann'd,
+	Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
+	A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
+	With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
+	For Hecuba!
+	What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
+	That he should weep for her? What would he do,
+	Had he the motive and the cue for passion
+	That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
+	And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,
+	Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
+	Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
+	The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
+	A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
+	Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
+	And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
+	Upon whose property and most dear life
+	A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
+	Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
+	Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
+	Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
+	As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
+	Ha!
+	'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
+	But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
+	To make oppression bitter, or ere this
+	I should have fatted all the region kites
+	With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
+	Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
+	O, vengeance!
+	Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
+	That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
+	Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
+	Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
+	And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,
+	A scullion!
+	Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard
+	That guilty creatures sitting at a play
+	Have by the very cunning of the scene
+	Been struck so to the soul that presently
+	They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
+	For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
+	With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
+	Play something like the murder of my father
+	Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
+	I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
+	I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
+	May be the devil: and the devil hath power
+	To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
+	Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
+	As he is very potent with such spirits,
+	Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
+	More relative than this: the play 's the thing
+	Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
+
+	[Exit]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT III
+
+
+
+SCENE I	A room in the castle.
+
+
+	[Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS,
+	OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	And can you, by no drift of circumstance,
+	Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
+	Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
+	With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	He does confess he feels himself distracted;
+	But from what cause he will by no means speak.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
+	But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof,
+	When we would bring him on to some confession
+	Of his true state.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	                  Did he receive you well?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Most like a gentleman.
+
+GUILDENSTERN	But with much forcing of his disposition.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Niggard of question; but, of our demands,
+	Most free in his reply.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	Did you assay him?
+	To any pastime?
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
+	We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him;
+	And there did seem in him a kind of joy
+	To hear of it: they are about the court,
+	And, as I think, they have already order
+	This night to play before him.
+
+LORD POLONIUS	'Tis most true:
+	And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
+	To hear and see the matter.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	With all my heart; and it doth much content me
+	To hear him so inclined.
+	Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
+	And drive his purpose on to these delights.
+
+ROSENCRANTZ	We shall, my lord.
+
+	[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	                  Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
+	For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
+	That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
+	Affront Ophelia:
+	Her father and myself, lawful espials,
+	Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen,
+	We may of their encounter frankly judge,
+	And gather by him, as he is behaved,
+	If 't be the affliction of his love or no
+	That thus he suffers for.
+
+QUEEN GERTRUDE	I shall obey you.
+	And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
+	That your good beauties be the happy cause
+	Of Hamlet's wildness: so shall I hope your virtues
+	Will bring him to his wonted way again,
+	To both your honours.
+
+OPHELIA	Madam, I wish it may.
+
+	[Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE]
+
+LORD POLONIUS	Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you,
+	We will bestow ourselves.
+
+	[To OPHELIA]
+
+		    Read on this book;
+	That show of such an exercise may colour
+	Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,--
+	'Tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage
+	And pious action we do sugar o'er
+	The devil himself.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	[Aside]          O, 'tis too true!
+	How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
+	The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
+	Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
+	Than is my deed to my most painted word:
+	O heavy burthen!
+
+LORD POLONIUS	I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord.
+
+	[Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]
+
+	[Enter HAMLET]
+
+HAMLET	To be, or not to be: that is the question:
+	Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
+	The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
+	Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
+	And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
+	No more; and by a sleep to say we end
+	The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
+	That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
+	Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
+	To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
+	For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
+	When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
+	Must give us pause: there's the respect
+	That makes calamity of so long life;
+	For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
+	The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
+	The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
+	The insolence of office and the spurns
+	That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
+	When he himself might his quietus make
+	With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
+	To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
+	But that the dread of something after death,
+	The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
+	No traveller returns, puzzles the will
+	And makes us rather bear those ills we have
+	Than fly to others that we know not of?
+	Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
+	And thus the native hue of resolution
+	Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
+	And enterprises of great pith and moment
+	With this regard their currents turn awry,
+	And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
+	The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
+	Be all my sins remember'd.
+
+OPHELIA	Good my lord,
+	How does your honour for this many a day?
+
+HAMLET	I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
+
+OPHELIA	My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
+	That I have longed long to re-deliver;
+	I pray you, now receive them.
+
+HAMLET	No, not I;
+	I never gave you aught.
+
+OPHELIA	My honour'd lord, you know right well you did;
+	And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed
+	As made the things more rich: their perfume lost,
+	Take these again; for to the noble mind
+	Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
+	There, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Ha, ha! are you honest?
+
+OPHELIA	My lord?
+
+HAMLET	Are you fair?
+
+OPHELIA	What means your lordship?
+
+HAMLET	That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should
+	admit no discourse to your beauty.
+
+OPHELIA	Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than
+	with honesty?
+
+HAMLET	Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner
+	transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
+	force of honesty can translate beauty into his
+	likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
+	time gives it proof. I did love you once.
+
+OPHELIA	Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
+
+HAMLET	You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot
+	so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of
+	it: I loved you not.
+
+OPHELIA	I was the more deceived.
+
+HAMLET	Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
+	breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest;
+	but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
+	were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
+	proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
+	my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
+	imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
+	in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
+	between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
+	all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery.
+	Where's your father?
+
+OPHELIA	At home, my lord.
+
+HAMLET	Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
+	fool no where but in's own house. Farewell.
+
+OPHELIA	O, help him, you sweet heavens!
+
+HAMLET	If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for
+	thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as
+	snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a
+	nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs
+	marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough
+	what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,
+	and quickly too. Farewell.
+
+OPHELIA	O heavenly powers, restore him!
+
+HAMLET	I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God
+	has given you one face, and you make yourselves
+	another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and
+	nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness
+	your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath
+	made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages:
+	those that are married already, all but one, shall
+	live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a
+	nunnery, go.
+
+	[Exit]
+
+OPHELIA	O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
+	The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
+	The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
+	The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
+	The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
+	And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
+	That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
+	Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
+	Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
+	That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
+	Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
+	To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
+
+	[Re-enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS]
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	Love! his affections do not that way tend;
+	Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
+	Was not like madness. There's something in his soul,
+	O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
+	And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
+	Will be some danger: which for to prevent,
+	I have in quick determination
+	Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England,
+	For the demand of our neglected tribute
+	Haply the seas and countries different
+	With variable objects shall expel
+	This something-settled matter in his heart,
+	Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
+	From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
+
+LORD POLONIUS	It shall do well: but yet do I believe
+	The origin and commencement of his grief
+	Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia!
+	You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said;
+	We heard it all. My lord, do as you please;
+	But, if you hold it fit, after the play
+	Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
+	To show his grief: let her be round with him;
+	And I'll be placed, so please you, in the ear
+	Of all their conference. If she find him not,
+	To England send him, or confine him where
+	Your wisdom best shall think.
+
+KING CLAUDIUS	It shall be so:
+	Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
+
+	[Exeunt]
+
+
+
+
+	HAMLET
+
+
+ACT III
+
+
+
+SCENE II	A hall in the castle.
+
+
+	[Enter HAMLET and Players]
+
+HAMLET	Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to
+	you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,
+	as many of your players do, I had as lief the
+	town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
+	too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
+	for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
+	the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget
+	a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it
+	offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
+	periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
+	very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
+	for the most part are capable of nothing but
+	inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such
+	a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it
+	out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
+
+First Player	I warrant your honour.
+
+HAMLET	Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion
+	be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the
+	word to the action; with this special observance,
+	that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for any
+	thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose
+	end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as
+	'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own
+	feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body
+	of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
+	or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful
+	laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the
+	censure of the which one must in your allowance
+	o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be
+	players that I have seen play, and heard others
+	praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely,
+	that, neither having the accent of Christians nor
+	the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
+	strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of
+	nature's journeymen had made men and not made them
+	well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
+
+First Player	I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us,
+	sir.
+
+HAMLET	O, reform it altogether. And let those that play
+	your clowns speak no more than is set down for them;
+	for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to
+	set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh
+	too; though, in the mean time, some necessary
+	question of the play be then to be considered:
+	that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition
+	in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready.
+
+	[Exeunt Players]
+
+	[Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN]
+

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