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+In addition to the notes below, and so you will *NOT* think all
+the spelling errors introduced by the printers of the time have
+been corrected, here are the first few lines of Hamlet, as they
+are presented herein:
+
+  Barnardo. Who's there?
+  Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold
+your selfe
+
+   Bar. Long liue the King
+
+***
+
+As I understand it, the printers often ran out of certain words
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+time when they were out of "v"'s. . .possibly having used "vv" in
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+assortment of these made available to him by Cambridge University
+in England for several months in a glass room constructed for the
+purpose.  To the best of my knowledge he read ALL those available
+. . .in great detail. . .and determined from the various changes,
+that Shakespeare most likely did not write in nearly as many of a
+variety of errors we credit him for, even though he was in/famous
+for signing his name with several different spellings.
+
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+and davidr@inconnect.com.  I hope that you enjoy this.
+
+David Reed
+
+The Tragedie of Hamlet
+
+Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
+
+Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels.
+
+  Barnardo. Who's there?
+  Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold
+your selfe
+
+   Bar. Long liue the King
+
+   Fran. Barnardo?
+  Bar. He
+
+   Fran. You come most carefully vpon your houre
+
+   Bar. 'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco
+
+   Fran. For this releefe much thankes: 'Tis bitter cold,
+And I am sicke at heart
+
+   Barn. Haue you had quiet Guard?
+  Fran. Not a Mouse stirring
+
+   Barn. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and
+Marcellus, the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make hast.
+Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
+
+  Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand: who's there?
+  Hor. Friends to this ground
+
+   Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane
+
+   Fran. Giue you good night
+
+   Mar. O farwel honest Soldier, who hath relieu'd you?
+  Fra. Barnardo ha's my place: giue you goodnight.
+
+Exit Fran.
+
+  Mar. Holla Barnardo
+
+   Bar. Say, what is Horatio there?
+  Hor. A peece of him
+
+   Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus
+
+   Mar. What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to night
+
+   Bar. I haue seene nothing
+
+   Mar. Horatio saies, 'tis but our Fantasie,
+And will not let beleefe take hold of him
+Touching this dreaded sight, twice seene of vs,
+Therefore I haue intreated him along
+With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night,
+That if againe this Apparition come,
+He may approue our eyes, and speake to it
+
+   Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appeare
+
+   Bar. Sit downe a-while,
+And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
+That are so fortified against our Story,
+What we two Nights haue seene
+
+   Hor. Well, sit we downe,
+And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this
+
+   Barn. Last night of all,
+When yond same Starre that's Westward from the Pole
+Had made his course t' illume that part of Heauen
+Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe,
+The Bell then beating one
+
+   Mar. Peace, breake thee of:
+Enter the Ghost.
+
+Looke where it comes againe
+
+   Barn. In the same figure, like the King that's dead
+
+   Mar. Thou art a Scholler; speake to it Horatio
+
+   Barn. Lookes it not like the King? Marke it Horatio
+
+   Hora. Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder
+  Barn. It would be spoke too
+
+   Mar. Question it Horatio
+
+   Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night,
+Together with that Faire and Warlike forme
+In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke
+Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee speake
+
+   Mar. It is offended
+
+   Barn. See, it stalkes away
+
+   Hor. Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake.
+
+Exit the Ghost.
+
+  Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer
+
+   Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale:
+Is not this something more then Fantasie?
+What thinke you on't?
+  Hor. Before my God, I might not this beleeue
+Without the sensible and true auouch
+Of mine owne eyes
+
+   Mar. Is it not like the King?
+  Hor. As thou art to thy selfe,
+Such was the very Armour he had on,
+When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted:
+So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle
+He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice.
+'Tis strange
+
+   Mar. Thus twice before, and iust at this dead houre,
+With Martiall stalke, hath he gone by our Watch
+
+   Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not:
+But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion,
+This boades some strange erruption to our State
+
+   Mar. Good now sit downe, & tell me he that knowes
+Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch,
+So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land,
+And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon
+And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre:
+Why such impresse of Ship-wrights, whose sore Taske
+Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke,
+What might be toward, that this sweaty hast
+Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day:
+Who is't that can informe me?
+  Hor. 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 Fortinbras of Norway,
+(Thereto prick'd 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 Fortinbras: who by a Seal'd Compact,
+Well ratified by Law, and Heraldrie,
+Did forfeite (with his life) all those his Lands
+Which he stood seiz'd on, to the Conqueror:
+Against the which, a Moity competent
+Was gaged by our King: which had return'd
+To the Inheritance of Fortinbras,
+Had he bin Vanquisher, as by the same Cou'nant
+And carriage of the Article designe,
+His fell to Hamlet. Now sir, young Fortinbras,
+Of vnimproued Mettle, hot and full,
+Hath in the skirts of Norway, heere and there,
+Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes,
+For Foode and Diet, to some Enterprize
+That hath a stomacke in't: which is no other
+(And it doth well appeare vnto our State)
+But to recouer of vs by strong hand
+And termes Compulsatiue, those foresaid Lands
+So by his Father lost: and this (I take it)
+Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations,
+The Sourse of this our Watch, and the cheefe head
+Of this post-hast, and Romage in the Land.
+Enter Ghost againe.
+
+But soft, behold: Loe, where it comes againe:
+Ile crosse it, though it blast me. Stay Illusion:
+If thou hast any sound, or vse of Voyce,
+Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done,
+That may to thee do ease, and grace to me; speak to me.
+If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate
+(Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake.
+Or, if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life
+Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth,
+(For which, they say, you Spirits oft walke in death)
+Speake of it. Stay, and speake. Stop it Marcellus
+
+   Mar. Shall I strike at it with my Partizan?
+  Hor. Do, if it will not stand
+
+   Barn. 'Tis heere
+
+   Hor. 'Tis heere
+
+   Mar. 'Tis gone.
+
+Exit Ghost.
+
+We do it wrong, being so Maiesticall
+To offer it the shew of Violence,
+For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable,
+And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery
+
+   Barn. It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew
+
+   Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
+Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,
+The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day,
+Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate
+Awake the God of Day: and at his warning,
+Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,
+Th' extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes
+To his Confine. And of the truth heerein,
+This present Obiect made probation
+
+   Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.
+Some sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes
+Wherein our Sauiours Birch is celebrated,
+The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
+And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad,
+The nights are wholsome, then no Planets strike,
+No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath power to Charme:
+So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time
+
+   Hor. So haue I heard, and do in part beleeue it.
+But looke, the Morne in Russet mantle clad,
+Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill,
+Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice
+Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
+Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life,
+This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:
+Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
+As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty?
+  Mar. Let do't I pray, and I this morning know
+Where we shall finde him most conueniently.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Scena Secunda.
+
+Enter Claudius King of Denmarke, Gertrude the Queene, Hamlet,
+Polonius,
+Laertes, and his Sister Ophelia, Lords Attendant.
+
+  King. Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death
+The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted
+To beare our hearts in greefe, and our whole Kingdome
+To be contracted in one brow of woe:
+Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature,
+That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him,
+Together with remembrance of our selues.
+Therefore our sometimes Sister, now our Queene,
+Th' imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State,
+Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,
+With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye,
+With mirth in Funerall, and with Dirge in Marriage,
+In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole
+Taken to Wife; nor haue we heerein barr'd
+Your better Wisedomes, which haue freely gone
+With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.
+Now followes, that you know young Fortinbras,
+Holding a weake supposall of our worth;
+Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death,
+Our State to be disioynt, and out of Frame,
+Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage;
+He hath not fayl'd to pester vs 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.
+Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.
+
+Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting
+Thus much the businesse is. We haue heere writ
+To Norway, Vncle of young Fortinbras,
+Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares
+Of this his Nephewes purpose, to suppresse
+His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,
+The Lists, and full proportions are all made
+Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch
+You good Cornelius, and you Voltemand,
+For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,
+Giuing to you no further personall power
+To businesse with the King, more then the scope
+Of these dilated Articles allow:
+Farewell, and let your hast commend your duty
+
+   Volt. In that, and all things, will we shew our duty
+
+   King. We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.
+
+Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.
+
+And now Laertes, what's the newes with you?
+You told vs of some suite. What is't Laertes?
+You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,
+And loose your voyce. What would'st thou beg Laertes,
+That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?
+The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
+The Hand more instrumentall to the Mouth,
+Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.
+What would'st thou haue Laertes?
+  Laer. Dread my Lord,
+Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
+From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
+To shew my duty in your Coronation,
+Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
+My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,
+And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon
+
+   King. Haue you your Fathers leaue?
+What sayes Pollonius?
+  Pol. He hath my Lord:
+I do beseech you giue him leaue to go
+
+   King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine,
+And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
+But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?
+  Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde
+
+   King. How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?
+  Ham. Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th' Sun
+
+   Queen. Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,
+And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
+Do not for euer with thy veyled lids
+Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;
+Thou know'st 'tis common, all that liues must dye,
+Passing through Nature, to Eternity
+
+   Ham. I Madam, it is common
+
+   Queen. If it be;
+Why seemes it so particular with thee
+
+   Ham. Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:
+'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)
+Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke,
+Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
+No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,
+Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage,
+Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,
+That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,
+For they are actions that a man might play:
+But I haue that Within, which passeth show;
+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 filiall Obligation, for some terme
+To do obsequious Sorrow. But to perseuer
+In obstinate Condolement, is a course
+Of impious stubbornnesse. 'Tis vnmanly greefe,
+It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen,
+A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient,
+An Vnderstanding simple, and vnschool'd:
+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? Fye, '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 cried,
+From the first Coarse, till he that dyed to day,
+This must be so. We pray you throw to earth
+This vnpreuayling 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 Nobility of Loue,
+Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne,
+Do I impart towards you. For your intent
+In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,
+It is most retrograde to our desire:
+And we beseech you, bend you to remaine
+Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye,
+Our cheefest Courtier Cosin, and our Sonne
+
+   Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet:
+I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg
+
+   Ham. I shall in all my best
+Obey you Madam
+
+   King. Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,
+Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,
+This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
+Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
+No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
+But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,
+And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,
+Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Manet Hamlet.
+
+  Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,
+Thaw, and resolue it selfe into a Dew:
+Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt
+His Cannon 'gainst Selfe-slaughter. O God, O God!
+How weary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
+Seemes to me all the vses of this world?
+Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden
+That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature
+Possesse it meerely. That it should come to this:
+But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,
+So excellent a King, that was to this
+Hiperion to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,
+That he might not beteene the windes of heauen
+Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth
+Must I remember: why she would hang on him,
+As if encrease of Appetite had growne
+By what is fed on; and yet within a month?
+Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.
+A little Month, or ere those shooes were old,
+With which she followed my poore Fathers body
+Like Niobe, all teares. Why she, euen she.
+(O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason
+Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,
+My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,
+Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth?
+Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares
+Had left the flushing of her gauled 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 breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
+Enter Horatio, Barnardo, and Marcellus.
+
+  Hor. Haile to your Lordship
+
+   Ham. I am glad to see you well:
+Horatio, or I do forget my selfe
+
+   Hor. 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 Wittemberge?
+  Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord
+
+   Ham. I would not haue your Enemy say so;
+Nor shall you doe mine 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 Elsenour?
+Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart
+
+   Hor. My Lord, I came to see your Fathers Funerall
+
+   Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)
+I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding
+
+   Hor. Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon
+
+   Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio: the Funerall Bakt-meats
+Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables;
+Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen,
+Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio.
+My father, me thinkes I see my father
+
+   Hor. Oh where my Lord?
+  Ham. In my minds eye (Horatio)
+  Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly King
+
+   Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all:
+I shall not look vpon his like againe
+
+   Hor. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight
+
+   Ham. Saw? Who?
+  Hor. My Lord, the King your Father
+
+   Ham. The King my Father?
+  Hor. Season your admiration for a while
+With an attent eare; till I may deliuer
+Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen,
+This maruell to you
+
+   Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare
+
+   Hor. Two nights together, had these Gentlemen
+(Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch
+In the dead wast and middle of the night
+Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,
+Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap a Pe,
+Appeares before them, and with sollemne march
+Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt,
+By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes,
+Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestil'd
+Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare,
+Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me
+In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,
+And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,
+Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,
+Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,
+The Apparition 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?
+  Hor. My Lord, I did;
+But answere made it none: yet once me thought
+It lifted vp it head, and did addresse
+It selfe to motion, like as it would speake:
+But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd;
+And at the sound it shrunke in hast away,
+And vanisht from our sight
+
+   Ham. Tis very strange
+
+   Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true;
+And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty
+To let you know of it
+
+   Ham. Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me.
+Hold you the watch to Night?
+  Both. We doe my Lord
+
+   Ham. Arm'd, say you?
+  Both. Arm'd, my Lord
+
+   Ham. From top to toe?
+  Both. My Lord, from head to foote
+
+   Ham. Then saw you not his face?
+  Hor. O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp
+
+   Ham. What, lookt he frowningly?
+  Hor. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger
+
+   Ham. Pale, or red?
+  Hor. Nay very pale
+
+   Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?
+  Hor. Most constantly
+
+   Ham. I would I had beene there
+
+   Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you
+
+   Ham. Very like, very like: staid it long?
+  Hor. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundred
+
+   All. Longer, longer
+
+   Hor. Not when I saw't
+
+   Ham. His Beard was grisly? no
+
+   Hor. It was, as I haue seene it in his life,
+A Sable Siluer'd
+
+   Ham. Ile watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake againe
+
+   Hor. I warrant you it will
+
+   Ham. If it assume my noble Fathers person,
+Ile speake to it, though Hell it selfe should gape
+And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
+If you haue hitherto conceald this sight;
+Let it bee treble in your silence still:
+And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night,
+Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue;
+I will requite your loues; so fare ye well:
+Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue,
+Ile visit you
+
+   All. Our duty to your Honour.
+
+Exeunt
+
+   Ham. Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.
+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 deeds will rise,
+Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies.
+Enter.
+
+
+Scena Tertia
+
+
+Enter Laertes and Ophelia.
+
+  Laer. My necessaries are imbark't; Farewell:
+And Sister, as the Winds giue Benefit,
+And Conuoy is assistant; doe not sleepe,
+But let me heare from you
+
+   Ophel. Doe you doubt that?
+  Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauours,
+Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloude;
+A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature;
+Froward, not permanent; sweet not lasting
+The suppliance of a minute? No more
+
+   Ophel. No more but so
+
+   Laer. Thinke it no more:
+For nature cressant does not grow alone,
+In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,
+The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule
+Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
+And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch
+The vertue of his feare: but you must feare
+His greatnesse weigh'd, his will is not his owne;
+For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth:
+Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe,
+Carue for himselfe; for, on his choyce depends
+The sanctity and health of the whole State.
+And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd
+Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,
+Whereof he is the Head. Then if he sayes he loues you,
+It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it;
+As he in his peculiar Sect and force
+May giue his saying deed: which is no further,
+Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
+Then weight what losse your Honour may sustaine,
+If with too credent eare you list his Songs;
+Or lose your Heart; or your chast Treasure open
+To his vnmastred importunity.
+Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare Sister,
+And keepe within the reare of your Affection;
+Out of the shot and danger of Desire.
+The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough,
+If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone:
+Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes,
+The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring
+Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd,
+And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,
+Contagious blastments are most imminent.
+Be wary then, best safety lies in feare;
+Youth to it selfe rebels, though none else neere
+
+   Ophe. I shall th' effect of this good Lesson keepe,
+As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother
+Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe,
+Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen;
+Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine
+Himselfe, the Primrose path of dalliance treads,
+And reaks not his owne reade
+
+   Laer. Oh, feare me not.
+Enter Polonius.
+
+I stay too long; but here my Father comes:
+A double blessing is a double grace;
+Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue
+
+   Polon. Yet heere Laertes? Aboord, aboord for shame,
+The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,
+And you are staid for there: my blessing with you;
+And these few Precepts in thy memory,
+See thou Character. Giue thy thoughts no tongue,
+Nor any vnproportion'd thoughts his Act:
+Be thou familiar; but by no meanes vulgar:
+The friends thou hast, and their adoption tride,
+Grapple them to thy Soule, with hoopes of Steele:
+But doe not dull thy palme, with entertainment
+Of each vnhatch't, vnfledg'd Comrade. Beware
+Of entrance to a quarrell: but being in
+Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.
+Giue euery man thine eare; but few thy voyce:
+Take each mans censure; but reserue thy iudgement:
+Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy;
+But not exprest in fancie; rich, not gawdie:
+For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man.
+And they in France of the best ranck and station,
+Are of a most select and generous cheff in that.
+Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
+For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend:
+And borrowing duls the 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
+
+   Polon. The time inuites you, goe, your seruants tend
+
+   Laer. Farewell Ophelia, and remember well
+What I haue said to you
+
+   Ophe. Tis in my memory lockt,
+And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it
+
+   Laer. Farewell.
+
+Exit Laer.
+
+  Polon. What ist Ophelia he hath said to you?
+  Ophe. So please you, somthing touching the L[ord]. Hamlet
+
+   Polon. Marry, well bethought:
+Tis told 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 behoues 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
+
+   Polon. Affection, puh. You speake like a greene Girle,
+Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance.
+Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?
+  Ophe. I do not know, my Lord, what I should thinke
+
+   Polon. Marry Ile teach you; thinke your selfe a Baby,
+That you haue tane his tenders for true pay,
+Which are not starling. Tender your selfe more dearly;
+Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase,
+Roaming it thus, you'l tender me a foole
+
+   Ophe. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with loue,
+In honourable fashion
+
+   Polon. I, fashion you may call it, go too, go too
+
+   Ophe. And hath giuen countenance to his speech,
+My Lord, with all the vowes of Heauen
+
+   Polon. I, Springes to catch Woodcocks. I doe know
+When the Bloud burnes, how Prodigall the Soule
+Giues 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 take for fire. For this time Daughter,
+Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence;
+Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
+Then a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
+Beleeue so much in him, that he is young,
+And with a larger tether may he walke,
+Then may be giuen you. In few, Ophelia,
+Doe not beleeue his vowes; for they are Broakers,
+Not of the eye, which their Inuestments show:
+But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes,
+Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
+The better to beguile. This is for all:
+I would not, in plaine tearmes, from this time forth,
+Haue you so slander any moment leisure,
+As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet:
+Looke too't, I charge you; come your wayes
+
+   Ophe. I shall obey my Lord.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
+
+  Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?
+  Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre
+
+   Ham. What hower now?
+  Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue
+
+   Mar. No, it is strooke
+
+   Hor. Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the season,
+Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
+What does this meane my Lord?
+  Ham. The King doth wake to night, and takes his rouse,
+Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles,
+And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
+The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
+The triumph of his Pledge
+
+   Horat. Is it a custome?
+  Ham. I marry ist;
+And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
+And to the manner borne: It is a Custome
+More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.
+Enter Ghost.
+
+  Hor. 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 ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
+Be thy euents 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: Oh, oh, answer me,
+Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
+Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
+Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
+Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
+Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
+To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
+That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
+Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
+Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
+So horridly to shake our disposition,
+With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
+Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?
+
+Ghost beckens Hamlet.
+
+  Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it,
+As if it some impartment did desire
+To you alone
+
+   Mar. Looke with what courteous action
+It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
+But doe not goe with it
+
+   Hor. No, by no meanes
+
+   Ham. It will not speake: then will I follow it
+
+   Hor. Doe not my Lord
+
+   Ham. Why, what should be the feare?
+I doe not set my life at a pins 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 it
+
+   Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
+Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
+That beetles o're his base into the Sea,
+And there assumes some other horrible forme,
+Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
+And draw you into madnesse thinke of it?
+  Ham. It wafts me still: goe on, Ile follow thee
+
+   Mar. You shall not goe my Lord
+
+   Ham. Hold off your hand
+
+   Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not goe
+
+   Ham. My fate cries out,
+And makes each petty Artire in this body,
+As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:
+Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
+By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
+I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.
+
+Exeunt. Ghost & Hamlet.
+
+  Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination
+
+   Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him
+
+   Hor. Haue after, to what issue will this come?
+  Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke
+
+   Hor. Heauen will direct it
+
+   Mar. Nay, let's follow him.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Enter Ghost and Hamlet.
+
+  Ham. Where wilt thou lead me? speak; Ile go no further
+
+   Gho. Marke me
+
+   Ham. I will
+
+   Gho. My hower is almost come,
+When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames
+Must render vp my selfe
+
+   Ham. Alas poore Ghost
+
+   Gho. Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing
+To what I shall vnfold
+
+   Ham. Speake, I am bound to heare
+
+   Gho. So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare
+
+   Ham. What?
+  Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit,
+Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night;
+And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers,
+Till the foule crimes done in my dayes 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 blood,
+Make thy two eyes like Starres, start from their Spheres,
+Thy knotty and combined lockes to part,
+And each particular haire to stand an end,
+Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine:
+But this eternall blason must not be
+To eares of flesh and bloud; list Hamlet, oh list,
+If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue
+
+   Ham. Oh Heauen!
+  Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther
+
+   Ham. Murther?
+  Ghost. Murther most foule, as in the best it is;
+But this most foule, strange, and vnnaturall
+
+   Ham. Hast, hast me to know it,
+That with wings as swift
+As meditation, or the thoughts of Loue,
+May sweepe to my Reuenge
+
+   Ghost. I finde thee apt,
+And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede
+That rots it selfe in ease, on Lethe Wharfe,
+Would'st thou not stirre in this. Now Hamlet heare:
+It's giuen out, that sleeping in mine Orchard,
+A Serpent stung me: so the whole eare of Denmarke,
+Is by a forged processe of my death
+Rankly abus'd: But know thou Noble youth,
+The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life,
+Now weares his Crowne
+
+   Ham. O my Propheticke soule: mine Vncle?
+  Ghost. I that incestuous, that adulterate Beast
+With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous guifts.
+Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts, that haue the power
+So to seduce? Won to this shamefull Lust
+The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene:
+Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there,
+From me, whose loue was of that dignity,
+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 wil be moued,
+Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen:
+So Lust, though to a radiant Angell link'd,
+Will sate it selfe in a Celestiall bed, & prey on Garbage.
+But soft, me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre;
+Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
+My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
+Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole
+With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
+And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
+The leaperous Distilment; whose effect
+Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,
+That swift as Quick-siluer, it courses through
+The naturall Gates and Allies of the body;
+And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset
+And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
+The thin and wholsome blood: so did it mine;
+And a most instant Tetter bak'd about,
+Most Lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
+All my smooth Body.
+Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,
+Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;
+Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne,
+Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
+No reckoning made, but sent to my account
+With all my imperfections on my head;
+Oh horrible Oh horrible, most horrible:
+If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;
+Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
+A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.
+But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act,
+Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue
+Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,
+And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge,
+To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;
+The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere,
+And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire:
+Adue, adue, Hamlet: remember me.
+Enter.
+
+  Ham. Oh all you host of Heauen! Oh Earth; what els?
+And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart;
+And you my sinnewes, grow not instant Old;
+But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee?
+I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate
+In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
+Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
+Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
+All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past,
+That youth and obseruation coppied there;
+And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
+Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
+Vnmixt with baser matter; yes yes, by Heauen:
+Oh most pernicious woman!
+Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
+My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it downe,
+That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine;
+At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;
+So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
+It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't
+
+   Hor. & Mar. within. My Lord, my Lord.
+Enter Horatio and Marcellus.
+
+  Mar. Lord Hamlet
+
+   Hor. Heauen secure him
+
+   Mar. So be it
+
+   Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord
+
+   Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come
+
+   Mar. How ist my Noble Lord?
+  Hor. What newes, my Lord?
+  Ham. Oh wonderfull!
+  Hor. Good my Lord tell it
+
+   Ham. No you'l reueale it
+
+   Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen
+
+   Mar. Nor I, my Lord
+
+   Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once think it?
+But you'l be secret?
+  Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord
+
+   Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
+But hee's an arrant knaue
+
+   Hor. There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the
+Graue, to tell vs this
+
+   Ham. Why right, you are i'th' right;
+And so, without more circumstance at all,
+I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:
+You, as your busines and desires shall point you:
+For euery man ha's businesse and desire,
+Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
+Looke you, Ile goe pray
+
+   Hor. These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord
+
+   Ham. I'm sorry they offend you heartily:
+Yes faith, heartily
+
+   Hor. There's no offence my Lord
+
+   Ham. Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
+And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:
+It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:
+For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
+O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
+As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,
+Giue me one poore request
+
+   Hor. What is't my Lord? we will
+
+   Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night
+
+   Both. My Lord, we will not
+
+   Ham. Nay, but swear't
+
+   Hor. Infaith my Lord, not I
+
+   Mar. Nor I my Lord: in faith
+
+   Ham. Vpon my sword
+
+   Marcell. We haue sworne my Lord already
+
+   Ham. Indeed, vpon my sword, Indeed
+
+   Gho. Sweare.
+
+Ghost cries vnder the Stage.
+
+  Ham. Ah ha boy, sayest thou so. Art thou there truepenny?
+Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge
+Consent to sweare
+
+   Hor. Propose the Oath my Lord
+
+   Ham. Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene.
+Sweare by my sword
+
+   Gho. Sweare
+
+   Ham. Hic & vbique? Then wee'l shift for grownd,
+Come hither Gentlemen,
+And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
+Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:
+Sweare by my Sword
+
+   Gho. Sweare
+
+   Ham. Well said old Mole, can'st worke i'th' ground so fast?
+A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends
+
+   Hor. Oh 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 our Philosophy. But come,
+Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,
+How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe;
+(As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet
+To put an Anticke disposition on:)
+That you at such time seeing me, neuer shall
+With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;
+Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase;
+As well, we know, or we could and if we would,
+Or if we list to speake; or there be and if there might,
+Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,
+That you know ought of me; this not to doe:
+So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you:
+Sweare
+
+   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 lippes I pray,
+The time is out of ioynt: Oh cursed spight,
+That euer I was borne to set it right.
+Nay, come let's goe together.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+
+Actus Secundus.
+
+Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.
+
+  Polon. Giue him his money, and these notes Reynoldo
+
+   Reynol. I will my Lord
+
+   Polon. You shall doe maruels wisely: good Reynoldo,
+Before you visite him you make inquiry
+Of his behauiour
+
+   Reynol. My Lord, I did intend it
+
+   Polon. Marry, well said;
+Very well said. Looke you Sir,
+Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
+And how, and who; what meanes; and where they keepe:
+What company, at what expence: and finding
+By this encompassement and drift of question,
+That they doe know my sonne: Come you more neerer
+Then your particular demands will touch it,
+Take you as 'twere some distant knowledge of him,
+And thus I know his father and his friends,
+And in part him. Doe you marke this Reynoldo?
+  Reynol. I, very well my Lord
+
+   Polon. And in part him, but you may say not well;
+But if't be hee I meane, hees very wilde;
+Addicted so and so; and there put on him
+What forgeries you please; marry, none so ranke,
+As may dishonour him; take heed of that:
+But Sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
+As are Companions noted and most knowne
+To youth and liberty
+
+   Reynol. As gaming my Lord
+
+   Polon. I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
+Quarelling, drabbing. You may goe so farre
+
+   Reynol. My Lord that would dishonour him
+
+   Polon. Faith no, as you may season it in the charge;
+You must not put another scandall on him,
+That hee is open to Incontinencie;
+That's not my meaning: but breath his faults so quaintly,
+That they may seeme the taints of liberty;
+The flash and out-breake of a fiery minde,
+A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault
+
+   Reynol. But my good Lord
+
+   Polon. Wherefore should you doe this?
+  Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that
+
+   Polon. Marry Sir, heere's my drift,
+And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
+You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne,
+As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'th' working:
+Marke you your party in conuerse; him you would sound,
+Hauing euer seene. In the prenominate crimes,
+The youth you breath of guilty, be assur'd
+He closes with you in this consequence:
+Good sir, or so, or friend, or Gentleman.
+According to the Phrase and the Addition,
+Of man and Country
+
+   Reynol. Very good my Lord
+
+   Polon. And then Sir does he this?
+He does: what was I about to say?
+I was about say somthing: where did I leaue?
+  Reynol. At closes in the consequence:
+At friend, or so, and Gentleman
+
+   Polon. At closes in the consequence, I marry,
+He closes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
+I saw him yesterday, or tother day;
+Or then or then, with such and such; and as you say,
+There was he gaming, there o'retooke in's Rouse,
+There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,
+I saw him enter such a house of saile;
+Videlicet, a Brothell, or so forth. See you now;
+Your bait of falshood, takes this Cape of truth;
+And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach
+With windlesses, and with assaies of Bias,
+By indirections finde directions out:
+So by my former Lecture and aduice
+Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not?
+  Reynol. My Lord I haue
+
+   Polon. God buy you; fare you well
+
+   Reynol. Good my Lord
+
+   Polon. Obserue his inclination in your selfe
+
+   Reynol. I shall my Lord
+
+   Polon. And let him plye his Musicke
+
+   Reynol. Well, my Lord.
+Enter.
+
+Enter Ophelia.
+
+  Polon. Farewell:
+How now Ophelia, what's the matter?
+  Ophe. Alas my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted
+
+   Polon. With what, in the name of Heauen?
+  Ophe. My Lord, as I was sowing in my Chamber,
+Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
+No hat vpon his head, his stockings foul'd,
+Vngartred, and downe giued to his Anckle,
+Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
+And with a looke so pitious in purport,
+As if he had been loosed out of hell,
+To speake of horrors: he comes before me
+
+   Polon. Mad for thy Loue?
+  Ophe. My Lord, I doe not know: but truly I do feare it
+
+   Polon. What said he?
+  Ophe. He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard;
+Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
+And with his other hand thus o're his brow,
+He fals to such perusall of my face,
+As he 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 rais'd a sigh, so pittious and profound,
+That 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 turn'd,
+He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes,
+For out adores he went without their helpe;
+And to the last, bended their light on me
+
+   Polon. Goe with me, I will goe seeke the King,
+This is the very extasie of Loue,
+Whose violent property foredoes it selfe,
+And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings,
+As oft as any passion vnder Heauen,
+That does 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,
+I did repell his Letters, and deny'de
+His accesse to me
+
+   Pol. That hath made him mad.
+I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement
+I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle,
+And meant to wracke thee: but beshrew my iealousie:
+It seemes it is as proper to our Age,
+To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions,
+As it is common for the yonger sort
+To lacke discretion. Come, go we to the King,
+This must be knowne, being kept close might moue
+More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+
+Scena Secunda.
+
+Enter King, Queene, Rosincrane, and Guildensterne Cum alijs.
+
+  King. Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
+Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
+The neede we haue to vse you, did prouoke
+Our hastie sending. Something haue you heard
+Of Hamlets transformation: so I call it,
+Since not th' exterior, nor the inward man
+Resembles that it was. What it should bee
+More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him
+So much from th' vnderstanding of himselfe,
+I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both,
+That being of so young dayes brought vp with him:
+And since so Neighbour'd to his youth, and humour,
+That you vouchsafe 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 Occasions you may gleane,
+That open'd lies within our remedie
+
+   Qu. Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
+And sure I am, two men there are not liuing,
+To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
+To shew vs so much Gentrie, and good will,
+As to expend your time with vs a-while,
+For the supply and profit of our Hope,
+Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes
+As fits a Kings remembrance
+
+   Rosin. Both your Maiesties
+Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs,
+Put your dread pleasures, more into Command
+Then to Entreatie
+
+   Guil. We both obey,
+And here giue vp our selues, in the full bent,
+To lay our Seruices freely at your feete,
+To be commanded
+
+   King. Thankes Rosincrance, and gentle Guildensterne
+
+   Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance.
+And I beseech you instantly to visit
+My too much changed Sonne.
+Go some of ye,
+And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is
+
+   Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practises
+Pleasant and helpfull to him.
+Enter.
+
+  Queene. Amen.
+Enter Polonius.
+
+  Pol. Th' Ambassadors from Norwey, my good Lord,
+Are ioyfully return'd
+
+   King. Thou still hast bin the father of good Newes
+
+   Pol. Haue I, my Lord? Assure you, my good Liege,
+I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
+Both to my God, one to my gracious King:
+And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine
+Hunts not the traile of Policie, so sure
+As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found
+The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie
+
+   King. Oh speake of that, that I do long to heare
+
+   Pol. Giue first admittance to th' Ambassadors,
+My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast
+
+   King. Thy selfe do grace to them, and bring them in.
+He tels me my sweet Queene, that he hath found
+The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper
+
+   Qu. I doubt it is no other, but the maine,
+His Fathers death, and our o're-hasty Marriage.
+Enter Polonius, Voltumand, and Cornelius.
+
+  King. Well, we shall sift him. Welcome good Frends:
+Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey?
+  Volt. 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 Poleak:
+But better look'd into, he truly found
+It was against your Highnesse, whereat greeued,
+That so his Sicknesse, Age, and Impotence
+Was falsely borne in hand, sends out Arrests
+On Fortinbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes,
+Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine,
+Makes Vow before his Vnkle, neuer more
+To giue th' assay of Armes against your Maiestie.
+Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy,
+Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee,
+And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers
+So leuied as before, against the Poleak:
+With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
+That it might please you to giue quiet passe
+Through your Dominions, for his Enterprize,
+On such regards of safety and allowance,
+As therein are set downe
+
+   King. It likes vs well:
+And at our more consider'd time wee'l read,
+Answer, and thinke vpon this Businesse.
+Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour.
+Go to your rest, at night wee'l Feast together.
+Most welcome home.
+
+Exit Ambass.
+
+  Pol. This businesse is very 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, since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit,
+And tediousnesse, the limbes and outward flourishes,
+I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad:
+Mad call I it; for to define true Madnesse,
+What is't, but to be nothing else but mad.
+But let that go
+
+   Qu. More matter, with lesse Art
+
+   Pol. Madam, I sweare I vse no Art at all:
+That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pittie,
+And pittie it is true: A foolish figure,
+But farewell it: for I will vse no Art.
+Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines
+That we finde out the cause of this effect,
+Or rather say, the cause of this defect;
+For this effect defectiue, comes by cause,
+Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus. Perpend,
+I haue a daughter: haue, whil'st she is mine,
+Who in her Dutie and Obedience, marke,
+Hath giuen me this: now gather, and surmise.
+
+The Letter.
+
+To the Celestiall, and my Soules Idoll, the most beautifed Ophelia.
+That's an ill Phrase, a vilde Phrase, beautified is a vilde
+Phrase: but you shall heare these in her excellent white
+bosome, these
+
+   Qu. Came this from Hamlet to her
+
+   Pol. Good Madam stay awhile, I will be faithfull.
+Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
+Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
+Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
+But neuer Doubt, I loue.
+O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to
+reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best beleeue
+it. Adieu.
+Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this
+Machine is to him, Hamlet.
+This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me:
+And more aboue hath his soliciting,
+As they fell out by Time, by Meanes, and Place,
+All giuen to mine eare
+
+   King. But how hath she receiu'd his Loue?
+  Pol. What do you thinke of me?
+  King. As of a man, faithfull and Honourable
+
+   Pol. I wold faine proue so. But what might you think?
+When I had seene this hot loue on the wing,
+As I perceiued it, I must tell you that
+Before my Daughter told me what might you
+Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere, think,
+If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke,
+Or giuen my heart a winking, mute and dumbe,
+Or look'd vpon this Loue, with idle sight,
+What might you thinke? No, I went round to worke,
+And (my yong Mistris) thus I did bespeake
+Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre,
+This must not be: and then, I Precepts gaue her,
+That she should locke her selfe from his Resort,
+Admit no Messengers, receiue no Tokens:
+Which done, she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice,
+And he repulsed. A short Tale to make,
+Fell into a Sadnesse, then into a Fast,
+Thence to a Watch, thence into a Weaknesse,
+Thence to a Lightnesse, and by this declension
+Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues,
+And all we waile for
+
+   King. Do you thinke 'tis this?
+  Qu. It may be very likely
+
+   Pol. Hath there bene such a time, I'de fain know that,
+That I haue possitiuely 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 finde
+Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
+Within the Center
+
+   King. How may we try it further?
+  Pol. You know sometimes
+He walkes foure houres together, heere
+In the Lobby
+
+   Qu. So he ha's indeed
+
+   Pol. At such a time Ile loose my Daughter to him,
+Be you and I behinde 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,
+And keepe a Farme and Carters
+
+   King. We will try it.
+Enter Hamlet reading on a Booke.
+
+  Qu. But looke where sadly the poore wretch
+Comes reading
+
+   Pol. Away I do beseech you, both away,
+Ile boord him presently.
+
+Exit King & Queen.
+
+Oh giue me leaue. How does my good Lord Hamlet?
+  Ham. Well, God-a-mercy
+
+   Pol. Do you know me, my Lord?
+  Ham. Excellent, excellent well: y'are a Fishmonger
+
+   Pol. Not I my Lord
+
+   Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man
+
+   Pol. Honest, my Lord?
+  Ham. I sir, to be honest as this world goes, is to bee
+one man pick'd out of two thousand
+
+   Pol. That's very true, my Lord
+
+   Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge,
+being a good kissing Carrion-
+Haue you a daughter?
+  Pol. I haue my Lord
+
+   Ham. Let her not walke i'thSunne: Conception is a
+blessing, but not as your daughter may conceiue. Friend
+looke too't
+
+   Pol. 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 farre gone, farre gone: and truly in my youth,
+I suffred much extreamity for loue: very neere this. Ile
+speake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
+  Ham. Words, words, words
+
+   Pol. What is the matter, my Lord?
+  Ham. Betweene who?
+  Pol. I meane the matter you meane, my Lord
+
+   Ham. Slanders Sir: for the Satyricall slaue saies here,
+that old men haue gray Beards; that their faces are wrinkled;
+their eyes purging thicke Amber, or Plum-Tree
+Gumme: and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit,
+together with weake Hammes. All which Sir, though I
+most powerfully, and potently beleeue; yet I holde it
+not Honestie to haue it thus set downe: For you your
+selfe Sir, should be old as I am, if like a Crab you could
+go backward
+
+   Pol. Though this be madnesse,
+Yet there is Method in't: will you walke
+Out of the ayre my Lord?
+  Ham. Into my Graue?
+  Pol. Indeed that is out o'th' Ayre:
+How pregnant (sometimes) his Replies are?
+A happinesse,
+That often Madnesse hits on,
+Which Reason and Sanitie could not
+So prosperously be deliuer'd of.
+I will leaue him,
+And sodainely contriue the meanes of meeting
+Betweene him, and my daughter.
+My Honourable Lord, I will most humbly
+Take my leaue of you
+
+   Ham. You cannot Sir take from me any thing, that I
+will more willingly part withall, except my life, my
+life
+
+   Polon. Fare you well my Lord
+
+   Ham. These tedious old fooles
+
+   Polon. You goe to seeke my Lord Hamlet; there
+hee is.
+Enter Rosincran and Guildensterne.
+
+  Rosin. God saue you Sir
+
+   Guild. Mine honour'd Lord?
+  Rosin. My most deare Lord?
+  Ham. My excellent good friends? How do'st thou
+Guildensterne? Oh, Rosincrane; good Lads: How doe ye
+both?
+  Rosin. As the indifferent Children of the earth
+
+   Guild. Happy, in that we are not ouer-happy: on Fortunes
+Cap, we are not the very Button
+
+   Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shoo?
+  Rosin. Neither my Lord
+
+   Ham. Then you liue about her waste, or in the middle
+of her fauour?
+  Guil. Faith, her priuates, we
+
+   Ham. In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true:
+she is a Strumpet. What's the newes?
+  Rosin. None my Lord; but that the World's growne
+honest
+
+   Ham. Then is Doomesday neere: But your newes is
+not true. Let me question more in particular: what haue
+you my good friends, deserued at the hands of Fortune,
+that she sends you to Prison hither?
+  Guil. Prison, my Lord?
+  Ham. Denmark's a Prison
+
+   Rosin. Then is the World one
+
+   Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many Confines,
+Wards, and Dungeons; Denmarke being one o'th'
+worst
+
+   Rosin. We thinke not so my Lord
+
+   Ham. 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
+
+   Rosin. Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis
+too narrow for your minde
+
+   Ham. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and
+count my selfe a King of infinite space; were it not that
+I haue bad dreames
+
+   Guil. Which dreames indeed are Ambition: for the
+very substance of the Ambitious, is meerely the shadow
+of a Dreame
+
+   Ham. A dreame it selfe is but a shadow
+
+   Rosin. Truely, and I hold Ambition of so ayry and
+light a quality, that it is but a shadowes shadow
+
+   Ham. Then are our Beggers bodies; and our Monarchs
+and out-stretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes:
+shall wee to th' Court: for, by my fey I cannot reason?
+  Both. Wee'l wait vpon you
+
+   Ham. No such matter. I will not sort you with the
+rest of my seruants: for to speake to you like an honest
+man: I am most dreadfully attended; but in the beaten
+way of friendship, What make you at Elsonower?
+  Rosin. To visit you my Lord, no other occasion
+
+   Ham. Begger that I am, I am euen poore in thankes;
+but I thanke you: and sure deare friends my thanks
+are too deare a halfepeny; were you not sent for? Is it
+your owne inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come,
+deale iustly with me: come, come; nay speake
+
+   Guil. What should we say my Lord?
+  Ham. Why any thing. But to the purpose; you were
+sent for; and there is a kinde confession in your lookes;
+which your modesties haue not craft enough to color,
+I know the good King & Queene haue sent for you
+
+   Rosin. To what end my Lord?
+  Ham. That you must teach me: but let mee coniure
+you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of
+our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preserued loue,
+and by what more deare, a better proposer could charge
+you withall; be euen and direct with me, whether you
+were sent for or no
+
+   Rosin. What say you?
+  Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you: if you loue me
+hold not off
+
+   Guil. My Lord, we were sent for
+
+   Ham. I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation
+preuent your discouery of your secricie to the King and
+Queene: moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore
+I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custome of exercise;
+and indeed, it goes so heauenly with my disposition;
+that this goodly frame the Earth, seemes to me a sterrill
+Promontory; this most excellent Canopy the Ayre,
+look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maiesticall Roofe,
+fretted with golden fire: why, it appeares no other thing
+to mee, then a foule and pestilent congregation of vapours.
+What a piece of worke is a man! how Noble in
+Reason? how infinite in faculty? in forme and mouing
+how expresse and admirable? in Action, how like an Angel?
+in apprehension, how like a God? the beauty of the
+world, the Parragon 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 seeme
+to say so
+
+   Rosin. My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my
+thoughts
+
+   Ham. Why did you laugh, when I said, Man delights
+not me?
+  Rosin. To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man,
+what Lenton entertainment the Players shall receiue
+from you: wee coated them on the way, and hither are
+they comming to offer you Seruice
+
+   Ham. He that playes the King shall be welcome; his
+Maiesty shall haue Tribute of mee: the aduenturous
+Knight shal vse his Foyle and Target: the Louer shall
+not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in
+peace: the Clowne shall make those laugh whose lungs
+are tickled a'th' sere: and the Lady shall say her minde
+freely; or the blanke Verse shall halt for't: what Players
+are they?
+  Rosin. Euen those you were wont to take delight in
+the Tragedians of the City
+
+   Ham. How chances it they trauaile? their residence
+both in reputation and profit was better both
+wayes
+
+   Rosin. I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes
+of the late Innouation?
+  Ham. Doe they hold the same estimation they did
+when I was in the City? Are they so follow'd?
+  Rosin. No indeed, they are not
+
+   Ham. How comes it? doe they grow rusty?
+  Rosin. Nay, their indeauour keepes in the wonted
+pace; But there is Sir an ayrie of Children, little
+Yases, that crye out on the top of question; and
+are most tyrannically clap't for't: these are now the
+fashion, and so be-ratled the common Stages (so they
+call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are affraide of
+Goose-quils, and dare scarse come thither
+
+   Ham. What are they Children? Who maintains 'em?
+How are they escorted? Will they pursue the Quality no
+longer then they can sing? Will they not say afterwards
+if they should grow themselues to common Players (as
+it is most like if their meanes are not better) their Writers
+do them wrong, to make them exclaim against their
+owne Succession
+
+   Rosin. Faith there ha's bene much to do on both sides:
+and the Nation holds it no sinne, to tarre them to Controuersie.
+There was for a while, no mony bid for argument,
+vnlesse the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in
+the Question
+
+   Ham. Is't possible?
+  Guild. Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of
+Braines
+
+   Ham. Do the Boyes carry it away?
+  Rosin. I that they do my Lord. Hercules & his load too
+
+   Ham. It is not strange: for mine Vnckle is King of
+Denmarke, and those that would make mowes at him
+while my Father liued; giue twenty, forty, an hundred
+Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little. There is something
+in this more then Naturall, if Philosophie could
+finde it out.
+
+Flourish for the Players.
+
+  Guil. There are the Players
+
+   Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcom to Elsonower: your
+hands, come: The appurtenance of Welcome, is Fashion
+and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garbe,
+lest my extent to the Players (which I tell you must shew
+fairely outward) should more appeare like entertainment
+then yours. You are welcome: but my Vnckle Father,
+and Aunt Mother are deceiu'd
+
+   Guil. In what my deere Lord?
+  Ham. I am but mad North, North-West: when the
+Winde is Southerly, I know a Hawke from a Handsaw.
+Enter Polonius.
+
+  Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen
+
+   Ham. Hearke you Guildensterne, and you too: at each
+eare a hearer: that great Baby you see there, is not yet
+out of his swathing clouts
+
+   Rosin. Happily he's the second time come to them: for
+they say, an old man is twice a childe
+
+   Ham. I will Prophesie. Hee comes to tell me of the
+Players. Mark it, you say right Sir: for a Monday morning
+'twas so indeed
+
+   Pol. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you
+
+   Ham. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
+When Rossius an Actor in Rome-
+  Pol. The Actors are come hither my Lord
+
+   Ham. Buzze, buzze
+
+   Pol. Vpon mine Honor
+
+   Ham. Then can each Actor on his Asse-
+  Polon. The best Actors in the world, either for Tragedie,
+Comedie, Historie, Pastorall:
+Pastoricall-Comicall-Historicall-Pastorall:
+Tragicall-Historicall: Tragicall-Comicall-Historicall-Pastorall:
+Scene indiuidible: or Poem
+vnlimited. Seneca cannot be too heauy, nor Plautus
+too light, for the law of Writ, and the Liberty. These are
+the onely men
+
+   Ham. O Iephta Iudge of Israel, what a Treasure had'st
+thou?
+  Pol. What a Treasure had he, my Lord?
+  Ham. Why one faire Daughter, and no more,
+The which he loued passing well
+
+   Pol. Still on my Daughter
+
+   Ham. Am I not i'th' right old Iephta?
+  Polon. If you call me Iephta my Lord, I haue a daughter
+that I loue passing well
+
+   Ham. Nay that followes not
+
+   Polon. What followes then, my Lord?
+  Ha. Why, As by lot, God wot: and then you know, It
+came to passe, as most like it was: The first rowe of the
+Pons Chanson will shew you more. For looke where my
+Abridgements come.
+Enter foure or fiue Players.
+
+Y'are welcome Masters, welcome all. I am glad to see
+thee well: Welcome good Friends. Oh my olde Friend?
+Thy face is valiant since I saw thee last: Com'st thou to
+beard me in Denmarke? What, my yong Lady and Mistris?
+Byrlady your Ladiship is neerer Heauen then when
+I saw you last, by the altitude of a Choppine. Pray God
+your voice like a peece of vncurrant Gold be not crack'd
+within the ring. Masters, you are all welcome: wee'l e'ne
+to't like French Faulconers, flie at any thing we see: wee'l
+haue a Speech straight. Come giue vs a tast of your quality:
+come, a passionate speech
+
+   1.Play. What speech, my Lord?
+  Ham. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
+neuer Acted: or if it was, not aboue once, for the Play I
+remember pleas'd not the Million, 'twas Cauiarie to the
+Generall: but it was (as I receiu'd it, and others, whose
+iudgement in such matters, cried in the top of mine) an
+excellent Play; well digested in the Scoenes, set downe
+with as much modestie, as cunning. I remember one said,
+there was no Sallets in the lines, to make the matter sauory;
+nor no matter in the phrase, that might indite the
+Author of affectation, but cal'd it an honest method. One
+cheefe Speech in it, I cheefely lou'd, 'twas Aeneas Tale
+to Dido, and thereabout of it especially, where he speaks
+of Priams slaughter. If it liue in your memory, begin at
+this Line, let me see, let me see: The rugged Pyrrhus like
+th'Hyrcanian Beast. It is 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 the Ominous Horse,
+Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion smear'd
+With Heraldry more dismall: Head to foote
+Now is he to take Geulles, horridly Trick'd
+With blood of Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sonnes,
+Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
+That lend a tyrannous, and damned light
+To their vilde Murthers, roasted in wrath and fire,
+And thus o're-sized with coagulate gore,
+With eyes like Carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
+Olde Grandsire Priam seekes
+
+   Pol. Fore God, my Lord, well spoken, with good accent,
+and good discretion
+
+   1.Player. Anon he findes him,
+Striking too short at Greekes. His anticke Sword,
+Rebellious to his Arme, lyes where it falles
+Repugnant to command: vnequall match,
+Pyrrhus at Priam driues, in Rage strikes wide:
+But with the whiffe and winde of his fell Sword,
+Th' vnnerued Father fals. Then senselesse Illium,
+Seeming to feele his blow, with flaming top
+Stoopes to his Bace, and with a hideous crash
+Takes Prisoner Pyrrhus eare. For loe, his Sword
+Which was declining on the Milkie head
+Of Reuerend Priam, seem'd i'th' Ayre to sticke:
+So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrhus stood,
+And 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 bold windes speechlesse, and the Orbe below
+As hush as death: Anon the dreadfull Thunder
+Doth rend the Region. So after Pyrrhus pause,
+A rowsed Vengeance sets him new a-worke,
+And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
+On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterne,
+With lesse remorse then Pyrrhus bleeding sword
+Now falles on Priam.
+Out, out, thou Strumpet-Fortune, all you Gods,
+In generall Synod take away her power:
+Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele,
+And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen,
+As low as to the Fiends
+
+   Pol. This is too long
+
+   Ham. It shall to'th Barbars, with your beard. Prythee
+say on: He's for a Iigge, or a tale of Baudry, or hee
+sleepes. Say on; come to Hecuba
+
+   1.Play. But who, O who, had seen the inobled Queen
+
+   Ham. The inobled Queene?
+  Pol. That's good: Inobled Queene is good
+
+   1.Play. Run bare-foot vp and downe,
+Threatning the flame
+With Bisson Rheume: A clout about that head,
+Where late the Diadem stood, and for a Robe
+About her lanke and all ore-teamed Loines,
+A blanket in th' Alarum of feare caught vp.
+Who this had seene, with tongue in Venome steep'd,
+'Gainst Fortunes State, would Treason haue pronounc'd?
+But if the Gods themselues did see her then,
+When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
+In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes,
+The instant Burst of Clamour that she made
+(Vnlesse things mortall moue them not at all)
+Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen,
+And passion in the Gods
+
+   Pol. Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and
+ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more
+
+   Ham. 'Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest,
+soone. Good my Lord, will you see the Players wel bestow'd.
+Do ye heare, let them be well vs'd: for they are
+the Abstracts and breefe Chronicles of the time. After
+your death, you were better haue a bad Epitaph, then
+their ill report while you liued
+
+   Pol. My Lord, I will vse them according to their desart
+
+   Ham. Gods bodykins man, better. Vse euerie man
+after his desart, and who should scape whipping: vse
+them after your own Honor and Dignity. The lesse they
+deserue, the more merit is in your bountie. Take them
+in
+
+   Pol. Come sirs.
+
+Exit Polon.
+
+  Ham. Follow him Friends: wee'l heare a play to morrow.
+Dost thou heare me old Friend, can you play the
+murther of Gonzago?
+  Play. I my Lord
+
+   Ham. Wee'l ha't to morrow night. You could for a
+need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines, which
+I would set downe, and insert in't? Could ye not?
+  Play. I my Lord
+
+   Ham. Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you
+mock him not. My good Friends, Ile leaue you til night
+you are welcome to Elsonower?
+  Rosin. Good my Lord.
+
+Exeunt.
+
+Manet Hamlet.
+
+  Ham. I so, God buy'ye: Now I am alone.
+Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I?
+Is it not monstrous that this Player heere,
+But in a Fixion, in a dreame of Passion,
+Could force his soule so to his whole conceit,
+That from her working, all his visage warm'd;
+Teares in his eyes, distraction in's Aspect,
+A broken voyce, and his whole Function suiting
+With Formes, to his Conceit? And all for nothing?
+For Hecuba?
+What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
+That he should weepe for her? What would he doe,
+Had he the Motiue and the Cue 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 apale the free,
+Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed,
+The very faculty of Eyes and Eares. Yet I,
+A dull and muddy-metled Rascall, peake
+Like Iohn a-dreames, vnpregnant of my cause,
+And can say nothing: No, not for a King,
+Vpon whose property, and most deere life,
+A damn'd defeate was made. Am I a Coward?
+Who calles me Villaine? breakes my pate a-crosse?
+Pluckes off my Beard, and blowes it in my face?
+Tweakes me by'th' Nose? giues me the Lye i'th' Throate,
+As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this?
+Ha? Why I should take it: for it cannot be,
+But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd, and lacke Gall
+To make Oppression bitter, or ere this,
+I should haue fatted all the Region Kites
+With this Slaues Offall, bloudy: a Bawdy villaine,
+Remorselesse, Treacherous, Letcherous, kindles villaine!
+Oh Vengeance!
+Who? What an Asse am I? I sure, this is most braue,
+That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered,
+Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen, and Hell,
+Must (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,
+And fall a Cursing like a very Drab.
+A Scullion? Fye vpon't: Foh. About my Braine.
+I haue heard, that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play,
+Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene,
+Bene strooke so to the soule, that presently
+They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions.
+For Murther, though it haue no tongue, will speake
+With most myraculous Organ. Ile haue these Players,
+Play something like the murder of my Father,
+Before mine Vnkle. Ile obserue his lookes,
+Ile rent him to the quicke: If he but blench
+I know my course. The Spirit that I haue seene
+May be the Diuell, and the Diuel hath power
+T' assume a pleasing shape, yea and perhaps
+Out of my Weaknesse, and my Melancholly,
+As he is very potent with such Spirits,
+Abuses me to damne me. Ile haue grounds

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