Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage;

Let us haste to hear it, And call the noblest to the audience. 4055For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.

The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. 4015I cannot live to hear the news from England, But I do prophesy th' election lights On Fortinbras.

Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha't. O good Horatio, what a wounded name

No medicine in the world can do thee good. In thee there is not half an hour of life.

No, no! the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet! 3965The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [Dies.]

they change rapiers, [and Hamlet wounds Laertes]

I will, my lord; I pray you pardon me. Drinks.

I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. [They play.] Another hit. What say you?

If Hamlet give the first or second hit, Or quit in answer of the third exchange,

I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive in this case should stir me most To my revenge

Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong; But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows,

You will lose this wager, my lord.

. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

The King, sir, hath laid that, in a dozen passes between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you three hits

I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in 3785excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself.

ay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences, of very soft society and 3760great showing.

It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

They are not near my conscience; their defeat Does by their own insinuation grow.

Which was the model of that Danish seal; Folded the writ up in the form of th' other, Subscrib'd it, gave't th' impression, plac'd it safely, 3705The changeling never known.

An earnest conjuration from the King, 3690As England was his faithful tributary,

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech. We'll put the matter to the present push.

. O my son, what theme?

What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand 3595Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane

What, the fair Ophelia?

What ceremony else?

noble dust of Alexander

A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. H

This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the King's jester.

This skull hath lien 3505you i' th' earth three-and-twenty years.

Of all the days i' th' year, I came to't that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.

Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? 3440Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?

Throws up [another skull].

In youth when I did love, did love, Methought it was very sweet;

Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter?

If this had not been a gentlewoman

If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is, 3360will he nill he, he goes- mark you that.

unless she drown'd herself in her own defence?

Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation?

oo much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, 3335And therefore I forbid my tears; but yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. When these are gone, The woman will be out. Adieu, my lord. I have a speech of fire, t

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

Not that I think you did not love your father; But that I know love is begun by time, 3255And that I see, in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.

Than settled age his sables and his weeds, 3220Importing health and graveness. Two months since Here was a gentleman of Normandy.

But let him come! It warms the very sickness in my heart 3190That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, 'Thus didest thou.'

That he which hath your noble father slain Pursue

The Queen his mother Lives almost by his looks; and for myself

Come, I will give you way for these your letters, And do't the speedier that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them

So you shall; 3095And where th' offence is let the great axe fall. I pray you go with me.

No, no, he is dead; Go to thy deathbed;

is't possible a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as an old man's life?

Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd Most throughly for my father.

Give me my father!

Laertes shall be king!' 2970Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds, 'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!'

Next, your son gone, and he most violent author Of his own just remove; the people muddied, T

Young men will do't if they come to't By Cock, they are to blame.

White his shroud as the mountain snow-

He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; 2890 At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.

for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

She speaks much of her father

will not speak with her.

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth

How all occasions do inform against me And spur my dull revenge!

The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; 2780For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And thou must cure me.

The bark is ready and the wind at help, 2755Th' associates tend, and everything is bent For England.

A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet.

I have sent to seek him and to find the body. How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!

. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son of a king?

The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed

His liberty is full of threats to all- To you yourself, to us, to every one.

Mad as the sea and wind when both contend Which is the mightier

Where is your son?

There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd, They bear the mandate; they m

It is not madness That I have utt'red. Bring me to the test, 2545And I the matter will reword; which madness Would gambol from

Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?

This was your husband. Look you now what follows. 2455Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear Blasting his wholesome brother.

bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

[behind] O, I am slain!

A villain kills my father; and for that, I, his sole son, do this same villain send 2360To heaven.

Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murther'?

A brother's murther! Pray can I not, 2320Though inclination be as sharp as will.

'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech, of vantage.

And he to England shall along with you. 2280The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the top of my bent.- I will come by-and-by. 2260

my love is too unmannerly.

Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend.

I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound! Didst perceive?

Give me some light! Away!

Meet what I would have well, and it destroy, Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

Purpose is but the slave to memory,

A second time I kill my husband dead When second husband kisses me in bed.

None wed the second but who killed the first.

And as my love is siz'd, my fear is so.

Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his 2020crown, kisses it, pours poison in the sleeper's ears, and leaves him.

my father died within 's two hours.

That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.

If his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, 1960It is a damned ghost that we have seen, And my imaginations are as foul

Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor

I would have such a fellow whipp'd for o'erdoing

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

s. There's something in his soul O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;

for wise men know well enough what 1830monsters you make of them.

once

. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.

The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

To be, or not to be-

And pious action we do sugar o'er The Devil himsel

With all my heart, and it doth much content me To hear him so inclin'd.

But with much forcing of his disposition.

he puts on this confusion,

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I 1460know a hawk from a handsaw.

Claudius. Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.

For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ, I'll have these Players Play something like the murther of my father 1670Before mine uncle.

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, 1625Could force his soul so to his own conceit That, from her working, all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

- What, my young lady and mistress? By'r Lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last by the 1505altitude of a chopine

for they say an old man is twice a child.

Their residence, both in reputation and profit, was better both ways.

I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical 1395roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

hen is the world one. Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.

Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man pick'd out of ten thousand.

At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him.

And more above, hath his solicitings, As they fell out by time, b

That we find out the cause of this effect- Or rather say, the cause of this defect,

Your noble son is mad. Mad call I it; for, to define true madness, What is't but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.

He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper.

My too much changed son.- Go, some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

To lay our service freely at your feet, To be commanded.

Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation.

This must be known; which, being kept close, might move More grief to hide than hate to utter love

Come, go with me. I will go seek the King. 1060This is the very ecstasy of love,

He rais'd a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being.

And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell 1040To speak of horrors- he comes before me.

Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes 995The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd

As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty

he's very wild Addicted so and so'; and there put on him

That you know aught of me- this is not to do, So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. Father's G

t. Why, right! You are in the right! And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part;

So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word: It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.' I have sworn't.

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, With juice of cursed hebona in a vial,

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 780With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!- won to his shameful lust The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen.

The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.

Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther. Hamlet. Murther?

I am thy father's spirit, 745Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,

My hour is almost come, When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames Must render up myself.

t waves me still. Go on. I'll follow thee.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?

Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. Look to't, I charge you. Come your ways.

Affection? Pooh! You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, 545Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,

And recks not his own rede.

ontagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; For he himself is subject to his birth.

The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood;

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,

If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace.

Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

, Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

'Tis unmanly grief;

That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term T

Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Your leave and favour to return to France; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark

To business with the King, more than the scope Of these dilated articles allow. [Gives a paper.] Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

Taken to wife

Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead

Comes armed through our watch, so like the King That was and is the question of these wars.

So by his father lost; and this, I take it, Is the main motive of our preparations,

His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

So nightly toils the subject of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon And foreign mart for implements of war;

When he th' ambitious Norway combated.

Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!

like the King that's dead.

apparition

What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?

O, farewell, honest soldier. Who hath reliev'd you?

Not a mouse stirring.

And I am sick at heart.

Long live the King!