Hamlet, William, Shakespeare

　　Hamlet by William Shakespeare

　　ACT1

　　SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.

　　FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO

　　BERNARDO

　　Who's there?

　　FRANCISCO

　　Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.

　　BERNARDO

　　Long live the king!

　　FRANCISCO

　　Bernardo?

　　BERNARDO

　　He.

　　You come most carefully upon your hour.

　　BERNARDO

　　'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.

　　FRANCISCO

　　For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,

　　And I am sick at heart.

　　BERNARDO

　　Have you had quiet guard?

　　FRANCISCO

　　Not a mouse stirring.

　　BERNARDO

　　Well, good night.

　　If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

　　The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

　　FRANCISCO

　　I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?

　　Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS

　　HORATIO

　　Friends to this ground.

　　MARCELLUS

　　And liegemen to the Dane.

　　FRANCISCO

　　Give you good night.

　　MARCELLUS

　　O, farewell, honest soldier:

　　Who hath relieved you?

　　FRANCISCO

　　Bernardo has my place.

　　Give you good night.

　　Exit

　　MARCELLUS

　　Holla! Bernardo!

　　BERNARDO

　　Say,

　　What, is Horatio there?

　　HORATIO

　　A piece of him.

　　BERNARDO

　　Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.

　　MARCELLUS

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

　　BERNARDO

　　I have seen nothing.

　　MARCELLUS

　　Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,

　　And will not let belief take hold of him

　　Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:

　　Therefore I have entreated him along

　　With us to watch the minutes of this night;

　　That if again this apparition come,

　　He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

　　HORATIO

　　Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

　　SCENE II. A room of state in the castle.

　　Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS,

　　LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

　　The memory be green, and that it us befitted

　　To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom

　　To be contracted in one brow of woe,

　　Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature

　　That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

　　Together with remembrance of ourselves.

　　You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,

　　For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;

　　Giving to you no further personal power

　　To business with the king, more than the scope

　　Of these delated articles allow.

　　Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

　　CORNELIUS VOLTIMAND

　　In that and all things will we show our duty.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.

　　Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS

　　And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?

　　You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?

　　You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

　　And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,

　　That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

　　The head is not more native to the heart,

　　The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

　　Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

　　What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

　　LAERTES

　　My dread lord,

　　Your leave and favour to return to France;

　　From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,

　　To show my duty in your coronation,

　　Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,

　　My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France

　　And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave

　　By laboursome petition, and at last

　　Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:

　　I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,

　　And thy best graces spend it at thy will!

　　But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--

　　HAMLET

　　[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

　　HAMLET

　　Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

　　QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

　　And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

　　Do not for ever with thy vailed lids

　　Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

　　Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,

　　Passing through nature to eternity.

　　HAMLET

　　Ay, madam, it is common.

　　QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　If it be

　　Why seems it so particular with thee?

　　HAMLET

　　Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'

　　'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

　　Nor customary suits of solemn black,

　　Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

　　No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

　　Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,

　　Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

　　That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,

　　For they are actions that a man might play:

　　But I have that within which passeth show;

　　These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

　　To give these mourning duties to your father:

　　But, you must know, your father lost a father;

　　That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound

　　In filial obligation for some term

　　And we beseech you, bend you to remain

　　Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

　　Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

　　QUEEN GERTRUDE

　　Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:

　　I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.

　　HAMLET

　　I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:

　　Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;

　　This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet

　　Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,

　　No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,

　　But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,

　　And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,

　　Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

　　Exeunt all but HAMLET

　　HAMLET

　　O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

　　Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

　　Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

　　His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!

　　How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,

　　Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO

　　HORATIO

　　Hail to your lordship!

　　HAMLET

　　I am glad to see you well:

　　Horatio,--or I do forget myself.

　　HORATIO

　　The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

　　HAMLET

　　Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:

　　And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?

　　MARCELLUS

　　My good lord--

　　HAMLET

　　I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.

　　But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

　　HORATIO

　　A truant disposition, good my lord.

　　HAMLET

　　I would not hear your enemy say so,

　　Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,

　　To make it truster of your own report

　　Against yourself: I know you are no truant.

　　But what is your affair in Elsinore?

　　We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

　　HORATIO

　　My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

　　HAMLET

　　I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;

　　I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

　　HORATIO

　　Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.

　　HAMLET

　　Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats

　　Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

　　Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

　　Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!

　　My father!--methinks I see my father.

　　HORATIO

　　Where, my lord?

　　HAMLET

　　In my mind's eye, Horatio.

　　HORATIO

　　I saw him once; he was a goodly king.

　　HAMLET

　　He was a man, take him for all in all,

　　I shall not look upon his like again.

　　HORATIO

　　My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

　　HAMLET

　　Saw? who?

　　HORATIO

　　My lord, the king your father.

　　HAMLET

　　The king my father!

　　HORATIO

　　Season your admiration for awhile

　　With an attent ear, till I may deliver,

　　Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

　　This marvel to you.

　　HAMLET

　　For God's love, let me hear.

　　HORATIO

　　Two nights together had these gentlemen,

　　Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,

　　In the dead vast and middle of the night,

　　Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,

　　Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,

　　Appears before them, and with solemn march

　　Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd

　　By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,

　　Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled

　　Almost to jelly with the act of fear,

　　Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me

　　In dreadful secrecy impart they did;

　　And I with them the third night kept the watch;

　　Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,

　　Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

　　The apparition comes: I knew your father;

　　These hands are not more like.

　　HAMLET

　　But where was this?

　　MARCELLUS

　　My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

　　HAMLET

　　Did you not speak to it?

　　HORATIO

　　My lord, I did;

　　But answer made it none: yet once methought

　　It lifted up its head and did address

　　Itself to motion, like as it would speak;

　　But even then the morning cock crew loud,

　　And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,

　　And vanish'd from our sight.

　　HAMLET

　　'Tis very strange.

　　HORATIO

　　As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;

　　And we did think it writ down in our duty

　　To let you know of it.

　　HAMLET

　　Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.

　　Hold you the watch to-night?

　　MARCELLUS BERNARDO

　　We do, my lord.

　　HAMLET

　　Arm'd, say you?

　　MARCELLUS BERNARDO

　　Arm'd, my lord.

　　HAMLET

　　From top to toe?

　　MARCELLUS BERNARDO

　　My lord, from head to foot.

　　HAMLET

　　Then saw you not his face?

　　HORATIO

　　O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.

　　HAMLET

　　What, look'd he frowningly?

　　HORATIO

　　A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

　　HAMLET

　　Pale or red?

　　HORATIO

　　Nay, very pale.

　　HAMLET

　　And fix'd his eyes upon you?

　　HORATIO

　　Most constantly.

　　HAMLET

　　I would I had been there.

　　HORATIO

　　It would have much amazed you.

　　HAMLET

　　Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?

　　HORATIO

　　While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

　　MARCELLUS BERNARDO

　　Longer, longer.

　　HORATIO

　　Not when I saw't.

　　HAMLET

　　His beard was grizzled--no?

　　HORATIO

　　It was, as I have seen it in his life,

　　A sable silver'd.

　　HAMLET

　　I will watch to-night;

　　Perchance 'twill walk again.

　　HORATIO

　　I warrant it will.

　　HAMLET

　　If it assume my noble father's person,

　　I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape

　　And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

　　If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,

　　Let it be tenable in your silence still;

　　And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,

　　Give it an understanding, but no tongue:

　　I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:

　　Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,

　　I'll visit you.

　　All

　　Our duty to your honour.

　　HAMLET

　　Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.

　　Exeunt all but HAMLET

　　My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;

　　I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!

　　Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,

　　Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

　　Exit

　　SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.

　　Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA

　　LAERTES

　　My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:

　　And, sister, as the winds give benefit

　　And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,

　　But let me hear from you.

　　OPHELIA

　　Do you doubt that?

　　LAERTES

　　For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,

　　Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,

　　A violet in the youth of primy nature,

　　Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,

　　The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

　　OPHELIA

　　No more but so?

　　OPHELIA

　　I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,

　　As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,

　　Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

　　Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;

　　Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,

　　Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,

　　And recks not his own rede.

　　LAERTES

　　O, fear me not.

　　I stay too long: but here my father comes.

　　Enter POLONIUS

　　A double blessing is a double grace,

　　Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!

　　The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,

　　And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!

　　And these few precepts in thy memory

　　LAERTES

　　Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　The time invites you; go; your servants tend.

　　LAERTES

　　Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well

　　What I have said to you.

　　OPHELIA

　　'Tis in my memory lock'd,

　　And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

　　LAERTES

　　Farewell.

　　Exit

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you?

　　OPHELIA

　　So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　Marry, well bethought:

　　'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late

　　Given private time to you; and you yourself

　　Have of your audience been 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 do not understand yourself so clearly

　　As it behoves my daughter and your honour.

　　What is between you? give me up the truth.

　　OPHELIA

　　He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders

　　Of his affection to me.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,

　　Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

　　Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

　　OPHELIA

　　I do not know, my lord, what I should think.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;

　　That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,

　　Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;

　　Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,

　　Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.

　　OPHELIA

　　My lord, he hath importuned me with love

　　In honourable fashion.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.

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　　And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,

　　With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

　　LORD POLONIUS

　　Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,

　　When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul

　　Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,

　　Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,

　　Even in their promise, as it is a-making,

　　You must not take for fire. From this time

　　Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;

　　Set your entreatments at a higher rate

　　Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,

　　Believe so much in him, that he is young

　　And with a larger tether may he walk

　　Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,

　　Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,

　　Not of that dye which their investments show,

　　But mere implorators of unholy suits,

　　Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,

　　The better to beguile. This is for all:

　　I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,

　　Have you so slander any moment leisure,

　　As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.

　　Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.

　　OPHELIA

　　I shall obey, my lord.

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