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| A hall in the castle. |
| [Enter HAMLET and HORATIO] |
| HAMLET | So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; | ||
| You do remember all the circumstance? |
| HORATIO | Remember it, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, | ||
| That would not let me sleep: methought I lay | 5 | ||
| Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, | |||
| And praised be rashness for it, let us know, | |||
| Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, | |||
| When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us | |||
| There's a divinity that shapes our ends, | 10 | ||
| Rough-hew them how we will,-- |
| HORATIO | That is most certain. |
| HAMLET | Up from my cabin, | ||
| My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark | |||
| Groped I to find out them; had my desire. | 15 | ||
| Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew | |||
| To mine own room again; making so bold, | |||
| My fears forgetting manners, to unseal | |||
| Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- | |||
| O royal knavery!--an exact command, | 20 | ||
| Larded with many several sorts of reasons | |||
| Importing Denmark's health and England's too, | |||
| With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, | |||
| That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, | |||
| No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, | 25 | ||
| My head should be struck off. |
| HORATIO | Is't possible? |
| HAMLET | Here's the commission: read it at more leisure. | ||
| But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed? |
| HORATIO | I beseech you. | 30 |
| HAMLET | Being thus be-netted round with villanies,-- | ||
| Ere I could make a prologue to my brains, | |||
| They had begun the play--I sat me down, | |||
| Devised a new commission, wrote it fair: | |||
| I once did hold it, as our statists do, | 35 | ||
| A baseness to write fair and labour'd much | |||
| How to forget that learning, but, sir, now | |||
| It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know | |||
| The effect of what I wrote? |
| HORATIO | Ay, good my lord. | 40 |
| HAMLET | An earnest conjuration from the king, | ||
| As England was his faithful tributary, | |||
| As love between them like the palm might flourish, | |||
| As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear | |||
| And stand a comma 'tween their amities, | 45 | ||
| And many such-like 'As'es of great charge, | |||
| That, on the view and knowing of these contents, | |||
| Without debatement further, more or less, | |||
| He should the bearers put to sudden death, | |||
| Not shriving-time allow'd. | 50 |
| HORATIO | How was this seal'd? |
| HAMLET | Why, even in that was heaven ordinant. | ||
| I had my father's signet in my purse, | |||
| Which was the model of that Danish seal; | |||
| Folded the writ up in form of the other, | 55 | ||
| Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely, | |||
| The changeling never known. Now, the next day | |||
| Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent | |||
| Thou know'st already. |
| HORATIO | So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. | 60 |
| HAMLET | Why, man, they did make love to this employment; | ||
| They are not near my conscience; their defeat | |||
| Does by their own insinuation grow: | |||
| 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes | |||
| Between the pass and fell incensed points | 65 | ||
| Of mighty opposites. |
| HORATIO | Why, what a king is this! |
| HAMLET | Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon-- | ||
| He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother, | |||
| Popp'd in between the election and my hopes, | 70 | ||
| Thrown out his angle for my proper life, | |||
| And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience, | |||
| To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, | |||
| To let this canker of our nature come | |||
| In further evil? | 75 |
| HORATIO | It must be shortly known to him from England | ||
| What is the issue of the business there. |
| HAMLET | It will be short: the interim is mine; | ||
| And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.' | |||
| But I am very sorry, good Horatio, | 80 | ||
| That to Laertes I forgot myself; | |||
| For, by the image of my cause, I see | |||
| The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours. | |||
| But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me | |||
| Into a towering passion. | 85 |
| HORATIO | Peace! who comes here? | ||
| [Enter OSRIC] |
| OSRIC | Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. |
| HAMLET | I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly? |
| HORATIO | No, my good lord. |
| HAMLET | Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to | 90 | |
| know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a | |||
| beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at | |||
| the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say, | |||
| spacious in the possession of dirt. |
| OSRIC | Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I | 95 | |
| should impart a thing to you from his majesty. |
| HAMLET | I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of | ||
| spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. |
| OSRIC | I thank your lordship, it is very hot. |
| HAMLET | No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is | 100 | |
| northerly. |
| OSRIC | It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. |
| HAMLET | But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my | ||
| complexion. |
| OSRIC | Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as | 105 | |
| 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his | |||
| majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a | |||
| great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,-- |
| HAMLET | I beseech you, remember-- | ||
| [HAMLET moves him to put on his hat] |
| OSRIC | Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. | 110 | |
| Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe | |||
| me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent | |||
| differences, of very soft society and great showing: | |||
| indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or | |||
| calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the | 115 | ||
| continent of what part a gentleman would see. |
| HAMLET | Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; | ||
| though, I know, to divide him inventorially would | |||
| dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw | |||
| neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the | 120 | ||
| verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of | |||
| great article; and his infusion of such dearth and | |||
| rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his | |||
| semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace | |||
| him, his umbrage, nothing more. | 125 |
| OSRIC | Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. |
| HAMLET | The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman | ||
| in our more rawer breath? |
| OSRIC | Sir? |
| HORATIO | Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? | 130 | |
| You will do't, sir, really. |
| HAMLET | What imports the nomination of this gentleman? |
| OSRIC | Of Laertes? |
| HORATIO | His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent. |
| HAMLET | Of him, sir. | 135 |
| OSRIC | I know you are not ignorant-- |
| HAMLET | I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, | ||
| it would not much approve me. Well, sir? |
| OSRIC | You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is-- |
| HAMLET | I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with | 140 | |
| him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to | |||
| know himself. |
| OSRIC | I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation | ||
| laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed. |
| HAMLET | What's his weapon? | 145 |
| OSRIC | Rapier and dagger. |
| HAMLET | That's two of his weapons: but, well. |
| OSRIC | The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary | ||
| horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take | |||
| it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their | 150 | ||
| assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the | |||
| carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very | |||
| responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, | |||
| and of very liberal conceit. |
| HAMLET | What call you the carriages? | 155 |
| HORATIO | I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. |
| OSRIC | The carriages, sir, are the hangers. |
| HAMLET | The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we | ||
| could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might | |||
| be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses | 160 | ||
| against six French swords, their assigns, and three | |||
| liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet | |||
| against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it? |
| OSRIC | The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes | ||
| between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you | 165 | ||
| three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it | |||
| would come to immediate trial, if your lordship | |||
| would vouchsafe the answer. |
| HAMLET | How if I answer 'no'? |
| OSRIC | I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial. | 170 |
| HAMLET | Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his | ||
| majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let | |||
| the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the | |||
| king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can; | |||
| if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits. | 175 |
| OSRIC | Shall I re-deliver you e'en so? |
| HAMLET | To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will. |
| OSRIC | I commend my duty to your lordship. |
| HAMLET | Yours, yours. | ||
| [Exit OSRIC] | |||
| He does well to commend it himself; there are no | 180 | ||
| tongues else for's turn. |
| HORATIO | This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. |
| HAMLET | He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it. | ||
| Thus has he--and many more of the same bevy that I | |||
| know the dressy age dotes on--only got the tune of | 185 | ||
| the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of | |||
| yesty collection, which carries them through and | |||
| through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do | |||
| but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. | |||
| [Enter a Lord] |
| Lord | My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young | 190 | |
| Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in | |||
| the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to | |||
| play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time. |
| HAMLET | I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's | ||
| pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now | 195 | ||
| or whensoever, provided I be so able as now. |
| Lord | The king and queen and all are coming down. |
| HAMLET | In happy time. |
| Lord | The queen desires you to use some gentle | ||
| entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. | 200 |
| HAMLET | She well instructs me. | ||
| [Exit Lord] |
| HORATIO | You will lose this wager, my lord. |
| HAMLET | I do not think so: since he went into France, I | ||
| have been in continual practise: I shall win at the | |||
| odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here | 205 | ||
| about my heart: but it is no matter. |
| HORATIO | Nay, good my lord,-- |
| HAMLET | It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of | ||
| gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman. |
| HORATIO | If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will | 210 | |
| forestall their repair hither, and say you are not | |||
| fit. |
| HAMLET | Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special | ||
| providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, | |||
| 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be | 215 | ||
| now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the | |||
| readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he | |||
| leaves, what is't to leave betimes? | |||
| [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES, | |||
| Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, &c] |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. | ||
| [KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's] |
| HAMLET | Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong; | 220 | |
| But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. | |||
| This presence knows, | |||
| And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd | |||
| With sore distraction. What I have done, | |||
| That might your nature, honour and exception | 225 | ||
| Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. | |||
| Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: | |||
| If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, | |||
| And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, | |||
| Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. | 230 | ||
| Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so, | |||
| Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; | |||
| His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. | |||
| Sir, in this audience, | |||
| Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil | 235 | ||
| Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, | |||
| That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, | |||
| And hurt my brother. |
| LAERTES | I am satisfied in nature, | ||
| Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most | 240 | ||
| To my revenge: but in my terms of honour | |||
| I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, | |||
| Till by some elder masters, of known honour, | |||
| I have a voice and precedent of peace, | |||
| To keep my name ungored. But till that time, | 245 | ||
| I do receive your offer'd love like love, | |||
| And will not wrong it. |
| HAMLET | I embrace it freely; | ||
| And will this brother's wager frankly play. | |||
| Give us the foils. Come on. | 250 |
| LAERTES | Come, one for me. |
| HAMLET | I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance | ||
| Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, | |||
| Stick fiery off indeed. |
| LAERTES | You mock me, sir. | 255 |
| HAMLET | No, by this hand. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, | ||
| You know the wager? |
| HAMLET | Very well, my lord | ||
| Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side. | 260 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | I do not fear it; I have seen you both: | ||
| But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds. |
| LAERTES | This is too heavy, let me see another. |
| HAMLET | This likes me well. These foils have all a length? | ||
| [They prepare to play] |
| OSRIC | Ay, my good lord. | 265 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Set me the stoops of wine upon that table. | ||
| If Hamlet give the first or second hit, | |||
| Or quit in answer of the third exchange, | |||
| Let all the battlements their ordnance fire: | |||
| The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; | 270 | ||
| And in the cup an union shall he throw, | |||
| Richer than that which four successive kings | |||
| In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups; | |||
| And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, | |||
| The trumpet to the cannoneer without, | 275 | ||
| The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, | |||
| 'Now the king dunks to Hamlet.' Come, begin: | |||
| And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. |
| HAMLET | Come on, sir. |
| LAERTES | Come, my lord. | |
| [They play] |
| HAMLET | One. | 280 |
| LAERTES | No. |
| HAMLET | Judgment. |
| OSRIC | A hit, a very palpable hit. |
| LAERTES | Well; again. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; | 285 | |
| Here's to thy health. | |||
| [Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within] | |||
| Give him the cup. |
| HAMLET | I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. | ||
| [They play] | |||
| Another hit; what say you? |
| LAERTES | A touch, a touch, I do confess. | 290 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Our son shall win. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | He's fat, and scant of breath. | ||
| Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; | |||
| The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. |
| HAMLET | Good madam! |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Gertrude, do not drink. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me. | 295 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late. |
| HAMLET | I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Come, let me wipe thy face. |
| LAERTES | My lord, I'll hit him now. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | I do not think't. | 300 |
| LAERTES | [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience. |
| HAMLET | Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally; | ||
| I pray you, pass with your best violence; | |||
| I am afeard you make a wanton of me. |
| LAERTES | Say you so? come on. | 305 | |
| [They play] |
| OSRIC | Nothing, neither way. |
| LAERTES | Have at you now! | ||
| [LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they | |||
| change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES] |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Part them; they are incensed. |
| HAMLET | Nay, come, again. | ||
| [QUEEN GERTRUDE falls] |
| OSRIC | Look to the queen there, ho! |
| HORATIO | They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord? | 310 |
| OSRIC | How is't, Laertes? |
| LAERTES | Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; | ||
| I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. |
| HAMLET | How does the queen? |
| KING CLAUDIUS | She swounds to see them bleed. | 315 |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- | ||
| The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. | |||
| [Dies] |
| HAMLET | O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd: | ||
| Treachery! Seek it out. |
| LAERTES | It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; | 320 | |
| No medicine in the world can do thee good; | |||
| In thee there is not half an hour of life; | |||
| The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, | |||
| Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise | |||
| Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie, | 325 | ||
| Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: | |||
| I can no more: the king, the king's to blame. |
| HAMLET | The point!--envenom'd too! | ||
| Then, venom, to thy work. | |||
| [Stabs KING CLAUDIUS] |
| All | Treason! treason! | 330 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt. |
| HAMLET | Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, | ||
| Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? | |||
| Follow my mother. | |||
| [KING CLAUDIUS dies] |
| LAERTES | He is justly served; | ||
| It is a poison temper'd by himself. | 335 | ||
| Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: | |||
| Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, | |||
| Nor thine on me. | |||
| [Dies] |
| HAMLET | Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. | ||
| I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! | 340 | ||
| You that look pale and tremble at this chance, | |||
| That are but mutes or audience to this act, | |||
| Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death, | |||
| Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you-- | |||
| But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; | 345 | ||
| Thou livest; report me and my cause aright | |||
| To the unsatisfied. |
| HORATIO | Never believe it: | ||
| I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: | |||
| Here's yet some liquor left. | 350 |
| HAMLET | As thou'rt a man, | ||
| Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. | |||
| O good Horatio, what a wounded name, | |||
| Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! | |||
| If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart | 355 | ||
| Absent thee from felicity awhile, | |||
| And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, | |||
| To tell my story. | |||
| [March afar off, and shot within] | |||
| What warlike noise is this? |
| OSRIC | Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, | 360 | |
| To the ambassadors of England gives | |||
| This warlike volley. |
| HAMLET | O, I die, Horatio; | ||
| The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: | |||
| I cannot live to hear the news from England; | 365 | ||
| But I do prophesy the election lights | |||
| On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; | |||
| So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, | |||
| Which have solicited. The rest is silence. | |||
| [Dies] |
| HORATIO | Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: | 370 | |
| And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! | |||
| Why does the drum come hither? | |||
| [March within] | |||
| [Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, | |||
| and others] |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Where is this sight? |
| HORATIO | What is it ye would see? | ||
| If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. | 375 |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death, | ||
| What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, | |||
| That thou so many princes at a shot | |||
| So bloodily hast struck? |
| First Ambassador | The sight is dismal; | 380 | |
| And our affairs from England come too late: | |||
| The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, | |||
| To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, | |||
| That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: | |||
| Where should we have our thanks? | 385 |
| HORATIO | Not from his mouth, | ||
| Had it the ability of life to thank you: | |||
| He never gave commandment for their death. | |||
| But since, so jump upon this bloody question, | |||
| You from the Polack wars, and you from England, | 390 | ||
| Are here arrived give order that these bodies | |||
| High on a stage be placed to the view; | |||
| And let me speak to the yet unknowing world | |||
| How these things came about: so shall you hear | |||
| Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, | 395 | ||
| Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, | |||
| Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, | |||
| And, in this upshot, purposes mistook | |||
| Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I | |||
| Truly deliver. | 400 |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Let us haste to hear it, | ||
| And call the noblest to the audience. | |||
| For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: | |||
| I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, | |||
| Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. |
| HORATIO | Of that I shall have also cause to speak, | 405 | |
| And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more; | |||
| But let this same be presently perform'd, | |||
| Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance | |||
| On plots and errors, happen. |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Let four captains | 410 | |
| Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; | |||
| For he was likely, had he been put on, | |||
| To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, | |||
| The soldiers' music and the rites of war | |||
| Speak loudly for him. | 415 | ||
| Take up the bodies: such a sight as this | |||
| Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. | |||
| Go, bid the soldiers shoot. | |||
| [A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead | |||
| bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off] |
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