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angel link’d,Will sate itself in a celestial bed,And prey on garbage.But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,My custom always of the afternoon,Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,And in the porches of my ears did pourThe leperous distilment; whose effectHolds such an enmity with blood of manThat swift as quicksilver it courses throughThe natural gates and alleys of the body,And with a sudden vigour doth possetAnd curd, like eager droppings into milk,The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;And a most instant tetter bark’d about,Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,All my smooth body.Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother’s handOf life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch’d:Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,Unhousel’d, disappointed, unanel’d,No reckoning made, but sent to my accountWith all my imperfections on my head:O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;Let not the royal bed of Denmark beA couch for luxury and damned incest.But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contriveAgainst thy mother aught: leave her to heavenAnd to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,And ’gins to pale his uneffectual fire:Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.| And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seatIn this distracted globe. Remember thee!Yea, from the table of my memoryI’ll wipe away all trivial fond records,All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,That youth and observation copied there;And thy commandment all alone shall liveWithin the book and volume of my brain,Unmix’d with baser matter: yes, by heaven!O most pernicious woman!O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!My tables — meet it is I set it down,That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark: | |
| Writing | |
| So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;It is ‘Adieu, adieu! remember me.’I have sworn ’t. | |
| Marcellus | Horatio[Within] My lord, my lord—— |
| Marcellus | [Within] Lord Hamlet—— |
| Horatio | [Within] Heaven secure him! |
| Hamlet | So be it! |
| Horatio | [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! |
| Hamlet | Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. |
| Enter Horatio and Marcellus | |
| Marcellus | How is’t, my noble lord? |
| Horatio | What news, my lord? |
| Hamlet | O, wonderful! |
| Horatio | Good my lord, tell it. |
| Hamlet | No; you’ll reveal it. |
| Horatio | Not I, my lord, by heaven. |
| Marcellus | Nor I, my lord. |
| Hamlet | How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?But you’ll be secret? |
| Horatio | MarcellusAy, by heaven, my lord. |
| Hamlet | There’s ne’er a villain dwelling in all DenmarkBut he’s an arrant knave. |
| Horatio | There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the graveTo tell us this. |
| Hamlet | Why, right; you are i’ the right;And so, without more circumstance at all,I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:You, as your business and desire shall point you;For every man has business and desire,Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,Look you, I’ll go pray. |
| Horatio | These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. |
| Hamlet | I’m sorry they offend you, heartily;Yes, ’faith heartily. |
| Horatio | There’s no offence, my lord. |
| Hamlet | Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,And much offence too. Touching this vision here,It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:For your desire to know what is between us,O’ermaster ’t as you may. And now, good friends,As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,Give me one poor request. |
| Horatio | What is’t, my lord? we will. |
| Hamlet | Never make known what you have seen to-night. |
| Horatio | MarcellusMy lord, we will not. |
| Hamlet | Nay, but swear’t. |
| Horatio | In faith,My lord, not I. |
| Marcellus | Nor I, my lord, in faith. |
| Hamlet | Upon my sword. |
| Marcellus | We have sworn, my lord, already. |
| Hamlet | Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. |
| Ghost | [Beneath] Swear. |
| Hamlet | Ah, ha, boy! say’st thou so? art thou there, truepenny? |
| Come on — you hear this fellow in the cellarage —Consent to swear. | |
| Horatio | Propose the oath, my lord. |
| Hamlet | Never to speak of this that you have seen,Swear by my sword. |
| Ghost | [Beneath] Swear. |
| Hamlet | Hic et ubique? then we’ll shift our ground.Come hither, gentlemen,And lay your hands again upon my sword:Never to speak of this that you have heard,Swear by my sword. |
| Ghost | [Beneath] Swear. |
| Hamlet | Well said, old mole! canst work i’ the earth so fast?A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends. |
| Horatio | O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! |
| Hamlet | And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,How strange or odd soe’er I bear myself,As I perchance hereafter shall think meetTo put an antic disposition on,That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,With arms encumber’d thus, or this headshake,Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,As ‘Well, well, we know,’ or ‘We could, an if we would,’Or ‘If we list to speak,’ or ‘There be, an if they might,’Or such ambiguous giving out, to noteThat you know aught of me: this not to do,So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. |
| Ghost | [Beneath] Swear. |
| HamletThey swear | Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! |
| So, gentlemen, | With all my love I do commend me to you:And what so poor a man as Hamlet isMay do, to express his love and friending to you,God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, |
| That ever I was born to set it right! | |
| Nay, come, let’s go together. | |
| Exeunt |
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Scene I. A room in Polonius’ house.
| Enter Polonius and Reynaldo | |
| Lord Polonius | Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.Reynaldo I will, my lord. |
| Lord Polonius | You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo,Before you visit him, to make inquireOf his behavior. |
| Reynaldo | My lord, I did intend it. |
| Lord Polonius | Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, sir,Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;And how, and who, what means, and where they keep,What company, at what expense; and findingBy this encompassment and drift of questionThat they do know my son, come you more nearerThan your particular demands will touch it:Take you, as ’twere, some distant knowledge of him;As thus, ‘I know his father and his friends,And in part him: ’ do you mark this, Reynaldo? |
| Reynaldo | Ay, very well, my lord. |
| Lord Polonius | ‘And in part him; but’ you may say ‘not well:But, if’t be he I mean, he’s very wild;Addicted so and so:’ and there put on himWhat forgeries you please; marry, none so rankAs may dishonour him; take heed of that;But, sir, such wanton, wild and usual slipsAs are companions noted and most knownTo youth and liberty. |
| Reynaldo | As gaming, my lord. |
| Lord Polonius | Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling,Drabbing: you may go so far. |
| Reynaldo | My lord, that would dishonour him. |
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