This bodiless creation ecstasyl Ham. Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Queen. O Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, [Pointing to Polonius. I do repent: But heaven hath pleas'd it so,- The death I gave him. So, again, good night!- Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.- Queen. What shall I do? Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know: Such dear concernings hide? who would do so? Let the birds fly; and, like the famous ape, And break your own neck down. fellows, Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd, For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar: 10 and it shall go hard, I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room:- [Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in King. O heavy deed! It had been so with us, had we been there: Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: O'er whom his very madness, like some ore, Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of Both countenance and excuse.-Ho! Guildenstern! breath, What thou hast said to me. And breath of life, I have no life to breathe Ham. I must to England; you know that? Alack, Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with some further aid: (9) Having their teeth. (10) Blown up with his own bomb. (11) Company. (12) Mine. Scene II, III, IV. HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. [Exeunt Ros. and Guil. My soul is full of discord, and dismay. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another room in the same. Enter Hamlet. Ham. Safely stowed, [Ros. &c. within. Hamlet! lord Hamlet! But soft!-what noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come. Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ros. What have you done, my lord, with the Ham. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. thence, And bear it to the chapel. Ham. Do not believe it. Ham. 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? Ros. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? Ham. Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: He keeps them like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. Ros. I understand you not, my lord. Ros. My lord, you must tell us where the body Ham. The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thingGuil. A thing, my lord? Ham. Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.2 [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another room in the same. En- King. Bring him before us. Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern. King. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? King. At supper? Where? Ham. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at fat all creatures else, to fat us; and we fat ourselves him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we is but variable service; two dishes, but to one table; for maggots: Your fat king, and your lean beggar, that's the end. King. Alas, alas! Ham. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king; and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. King. What dost thou mean by this? Ham. Nothing, but to show you how a king may Ham. In heaven; send thither to see: if your King. Go seck him there. [To some Attendants. [Exeunt Attendants. King. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial hence Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve Ham. King. For England? Ay, Hamlet. Good. King. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. for England!-Farewell, dear mother. Ham. My mother: Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England. [Exit. King. Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard; Delay it not, I'll have him hence to-night: King. I have sent to seek him, and to find the That else leans on the affair: Pray you, make haste. body. Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; Enter Rosencrantz. Or not at all. -How now? what hath befallen? [Exeunt Ros, and Guil. The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; tinbras, and Forces, marching. pleasure. (1) Mark. (2) A sport among children. (3) Right, ready. (4) Attend. Craves the conveyance of a promis'd march We shall express our duty in his eye, And let him know so. Cap. I will do't, my lord. For. Go softly on. [Exe, For. and Forces. Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, &c. Good sir, whose powers are these? Cap. They are of Norway, sir. I pray you? How purpos'd, sir, Cap. Against some part of Poland. Commands them, sir? Who Cap. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras. Cap. Truly to speak, sir, and with no addition, Ham. Why, then the Polack3 never will defend it. Ham. Two thousand souls, and twenty thousand Will not debate the question of this straw: How all occasions do inform against me, To fusto in us unus'd. Now, whether it be A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, And, ever, three parts coward, I do not know means, To do't. Examples, gross as earth, exhort me: Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot them, Indeed would make one think, there might be To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Den mark? O, ho! He is dead and gone, lady, At his heels a stone. Queen. Nay, but Ophelia,- [Sings. Pray you, mark. Larded 12 all with sweet flowers ; King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ields you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this: Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine: Then up he rose, and don'd1 his clothes, Let in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more. King. Pretty Ophelia! Oph. Indeed, without an oath, I'll make an end on't: By Gis, and by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie for shame! Young men will do't, if they come to't; By cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, [He answers.] So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, King. How long hath she been thus? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think, they should lay him i'the cold ground; My brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies: good night, good night. (Ex. King. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [Exit Horatio. O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs When sorrows come, they come not single spies, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,4 In hugger-muggers to inter him: Poor Ophelia With pestilent speeches of his father's death; What is the matter? The ocean, overpeering of his list,7 Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste, Antiquity forgot, custom not known, Queen. How cheerfully on the false trails they cry! O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs. King. The doors are broke. [Noise within. Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following. Laer. Where is this king?-Sirs, stand you all without. Will you know them then? Laer. To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican, Repast them with my blood. King. Why, now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. Gent. Save yourself, my lord; And am most sensibly in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment 'pear," And, as the world were now but to begin, Danes. [Within.] Let her come in. Laer. How now! what noise is that? Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, O'erbears your officers! The rabble call him, lord; As day does to your eye. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Oph. They bore him barefac'd on the bier; Hey no nonny, nonny hey nonny: And in his grave rain'd many a tear;Fare you well, my dove! Laer. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade All flaxen was his poll: He is gone, he is gone, God 'a mercy on his soul! And of all Christian souls! I pray God. God be wi' you! [Exit Ophelia. Laer. Do you see this, O God? King. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me : If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, To you in satisfaction; but, if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us, To give it due content. Laer. Let this be so; His means of death, his obscure funeral,- Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, (1) Artful. (2) The burthen. (3) i. e. By its By Sunday name 'herb of grace;' mine is merely rue, i. e. sorrow. That I must call't in question. King. So you shall; And where the offence is, let the great axe fall: I pray you, go with me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI-Another room in the same. En Serv. ter Horatio, and a Servant. Hor. What are they, that would speak with me? They say, they have letters for you. I do not know from what part of the world 1 Sail. God bless you, sir. 1 Sail. He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for you, sir: it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. Hor. [Reads.] Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king; they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chace: Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour; and in the grapple I boarded them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with me, like thieves of mercy; but they knew what they did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou would'st fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear, will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, Hamlet. 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. (Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another room in the same. Enter King and Laertes. King. Now must your conscience my acquittance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend; It well appears:-But tell me, Why you proceeded not against these feats, King. mother, Lives almost by his looks; and for myself, (My virtue, or my plague, be it either which,) (4) Melancholy. (5) Since. (6) Deprived of strength. |