| A room in the castle. |
| [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, | ||
| GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants] |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern! | ||
| Moreover that we much did long to see you, | |||
| The need we have to use you did provoke | |||
| Our hasty sending. Something have you heard | |||
| Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it, | 5 | ||
| Sith nor the exterior nor the inward man | |||
| Resembles that it was. What it should be, | |||
| More than his father's death, that thus hath put him | |||
| So much from the understanding of himself, | |||
| I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, | 10 | ||
| That, being of so young days brought up with him, | |||
| And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior, | |||
| That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court | |||
| Some little time: so by your companies | |||
| To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather, | 15 | ||
| So much as from occasion you may glean, | |||
| Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, | |||
| That, open'd, lies within our remedy. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; | ||
| And sure I am two men there are not living | 20 | ||
| To whom he more adheres. If it will please you | |||
| To show us so much gentry and good will | |||
| As to expend your time with us awhile, | |||
| For the supply and profit of our hope, | |||
| Your visitation shall receive such thanks | 25 | ||
| As fits a king's remembrance. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Both your majesties | ||
| Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, | |||
| Put your dread pleasures more into command | |||
| Than to entreaty. | 30 |
| GUILDENSTERN | But we both obey, | ||
| And here give up ourselves, in the full bent | |||
| To lay our service freely at your feet, | |||
| To be commanded. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz: | 35 | |
| And I beseech you instantly to visit | |||
| My too much changed son. Go, some of you, | |||
| And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. |
| GUILDENSTERN | Heavens make our presence and our practises | ||
| Pleasant and helpful to him! | 40 |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Ay, amen! | ||
| [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some | |||
| Attendants] | |||
| [Enter POLONIUS] |
| LORD POLONIUS | The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, | ||
| Are joyfully return'd. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Thou still hast been the father of good news. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege, | 45 | |
| I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, | |||
| Both to my God and to my gracious king: | |||
| And I do think, or else this brain of mine | |||
| Hunts not the trail of policy so sure | |||
| As it hath used to do, that I have found | 50 | ||
| The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Give first admittance to the ambassadors; | ||
| My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. | 55 | |
| [Exit POLONIUS] | |||
| He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found | |||
| The head and source of all your son's distemper. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | I doubt it is no other but the main; | ||
| His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Well, we shall sift him. | 60 | |
| [Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS] | |||
| Welcome, my good friends! | |||
| Say, Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? |
| VOLTIMAND | Most fair return of greetings and desires. | ||
| Upon our first, he sent out to suppress | |||
| His nephew's levies; which to him appear'd | 65 | ||
| To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack; | |||
| But, better look'd into, he truly found | |||
| It was against your highness: whereat grieved, | |||
| That so his sickness, age and impotence | |||
| Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests | 70 | ||
| On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys; | |||
| Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine | |||
| Makes vow before his uncle never more | |||
| To give the assay of arms against your majesty. | |||
| Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, | 75 | ||
| Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee, | |||
| And his commission to employ those soldiers, | |||
| So levied as before, against the Polack: | |||
| With an entreaty, herein further shown, | |||
| [Giving a paper] | |||
| That it might please you to give quiet pass | 80 | ||
| Through your dominions for this enterprise, | |||
| On such regards of safety and allowance | |||
| As therein are set down. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | It likes us well; | ||
| And at our more consider'd time well read, | 85 | ||
| Answer, and think upon this business. | |||
| Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour: | |||
| Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: | |||
| Most welcome home! | |||
| [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS] |
| LORD POLONIUS | This business is well ended. | ||
| My liege, and madam, to expostulate | 90 | ||
| What majesty should be, what duty is, | |||
| Why day is day, night night, and time is time, | |||
| Were nothing but to waste night, day and time. | |||
| Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, | |||
| And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, | 95 | ||
| I will be brief: 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. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | More matter, with less art. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Madam, I swear I use no art at all. | 100 | |
| That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; | |||
| And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure; | |||
| But farewell it, for I will use no art. | |||
| Mad let us grant him, then: and now remains | |||
| That we find out the cause of this effect, | 105 | ||
| Or rather say, the cause of this defect, | |||
| For this effect defective comes by cause: | |||
| Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend. | |||
| I have a daughter--have while she is mine-- | |||
| Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, | 110 | ||
| Hath given me this: now gather, and surmise. | |||
| [Reads] | |||
| 'To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most | |||
| beautified Ophelia,'-- | |||
| That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is | |||
| a vile phrase: but you shall hear. Thus: | 115 | ||
| [Reads] | |||
| 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Came this from Hamlet to her? |
| LORD POLONIUS | Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. | ||
| [Reads] | |||
| 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; | |||
| Doubt that the sun doth move; | 120 | ||
| Doubt truth to be a liar; | |||
| But never doubt I love. | |||
| 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; | |||
| I have not art to reckon my groans: but that | |||
| I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. | 125 | ||
| 'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst | |||
| this machine is to him, HAMLET.' | |||
| This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me, | |||
| And more above, hath his solicitings, | |||
| As they fell out by time, by means and place, | 130 | ||
| All given to mine ear. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | But how hath she | ||
| Received his love? |
| LORD POLONIUS | What do you think of me? |
| KING CLAUDIUS | As of a man faithful and honourable. |
| LORD POLONIUS | I would fain prove so. But what might you think, | 135 | |
| When I had seen this hot love on the wing-- | |||
| As I perceived it, I must tell you that, | |||
| Before my daughter told me--what might you, | |||
| Or my dear majesty your queen here, think, | |||
| If I had play'd the desk or table-book, | 140 | ||
| Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb, | |||
| Or look'd upon this love with idle sight; | |||
| What might you think? No, I went round to work, | |||
| And my young mistress thus I did bespeak: | |||
| 'Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star; | 145 | ||
| This must not be:' and then I precepts gave her, | |||
| That she should lock herself from his resort, | |||
| Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. | |||
| Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; | |||
| And he, repulsed--a short tale to make-- | 150 | ||
| Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, | |||
| Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, | |||
| Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, | |||
| Into the madness wherein now he raves, | |||
| And all we mourn for. | 155 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Do you think 'tis this? |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | It may be, very likely. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that-- | ||
| That I have positively said 'Tis so,' | |||
| When it proved otherwise? | 160 |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Not that I know. |
| LORD POLONIUS | [Pointing to his head and shoulder] | ||
| Take this from this, if this be otherwise: | |||
| If circumstances lead me, I will find | |||
| Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed | 165 | ||
| Within the centre. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | How may we try it further? |
| LORD POLONIUS | You know, sometimes he walks four hours together | ||
| Here in the lobby. |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | So he does indeed. |
| LORD POLONIUS | At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: | ||
| Be you and I behind an arras then; | 170 | ||
| Mark the encounter: if he love her not | |||
| And be not from his reason fall'n thereon, | |||
| Let me be no assistant for a state, | |||
| But keep a farm and carters. |
| KING CLAUDIUS | We will try it. | 175 |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Away, I do beseech you, both away: | ||
| I'll board him presently. | |||
| [Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and | |||
| Attendants] | |||
| [Enter HAMLET, reading] | |||
| O, give me leave: | |||
| How does my good Lord Hamlet? | 180 |
| HAMLET | Well, God-a-mercy. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Do you know me, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Not I, my lord. |
| HAMLET | Then I would you were so honest a man. | 185 |
| LORD POLONIUS | Honest, my lord! |
| HAMLET | Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be | ||
| one man picked out of ten thousand. |
| LORD POLONIUS | That's very true, my lord. |
| HAMLET | For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a | 190 | |
| god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter? |
| LORD POLONIUS | I have, my lord. |
| HAMLET | Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a | ||
| blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive. | |||
| Friend, look to 't. | 195 |
| LORD POLONIUS | [Aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my | ||
| daughter: yet he knew me not at first; he said I | |||
| was a fishmonger: he is far gone, far gone: and | |||
| truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for | |||
| love; very near this. I'll speak to him again. | 200 | ||
| What do you read, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Words, words, words. |
| LORD POLONIUS | What is the matter, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Between who? |
| LORD POLONIUS | I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. | 205 |
| HAMLET | Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here | ||
| that old men have grey beards, that their faces are | |||
| wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and | |||
| plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack of | |||
| wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir, | 210 | ||
| though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet | |||
| I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for | |||
| yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab | |||
| you could go backward. |
| LORD POLONIUS | [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method | 215 | |
| in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Into my grave. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Indeed, that is out o' the air. | ||
| [Aside] | |||
| How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness | |||
| that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity | 220 | ||
| could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will | |||
| leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of | |||
| meeting between him and my daughter.--My honourable | |||
| lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you. |
| HAMLET | You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will | 225 | |
| more willingly part withal: except my life, except | |||
| my life, except my life. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Fare you well, my lord. |
| HAMLET | These tedious old fools! | ||
| [Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] |
| LORD POLONIUS | You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is. | 230 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | [To POLONIUS] God save you, sir! | ||
| [Exit POLONIUS] |
| GUILDENSTERN | My honoured lord! |
| ROSENCRANTZ | My most dear lord! |
| HAMLET | My excellent good friends! How dost thou, | ||
| Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? | 235 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | As the indifferent children of the earth. |
| GUILDENSTERN | Happy, in that we are not over-happy; | ||
| On fortune's cap we are not the very button. |
| HAMLET | Nor the soles of her shoe? |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Neither, my lord. | 240 |
| HAMLET | Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of | ||
| her favours? |
| GUILDENSTERN | 'Faith, her privates we. |
| HAMLET | In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she | ||
| is a strumpet. What's the news? | 245 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. |
| HAMLET | Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true. | ||
| Let me question more in particular: what have you, | |||
| my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, | |||
| that she sends you to prison hither? | 250 |
| GUILDENSTERN | Prison, my lord! |
| HAMLET | Denmark's a prison. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Then is the world one. |
| HAMLET | A goodly one; in which there are many confines, | ||
| wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst. | 255 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | We think not so, my lord. |
| HAMLET | Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing | ||
| either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me | |||
| it is a prison. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too | 260 | |
| narrow for your mind. |
| HAMLET | O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count | ||
| myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I | |||
| have bad dreams. |
| GUILDENSTERN | Which dreams indeed are ambition, for the very | 265 | |
| substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. |
| HAMLET | A dream itself is but a shadow. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a | ||
| quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. |
| HAMLET | Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and | 270 | |
| outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we | |||
| to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. |
| ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN | |We'll wait upon you. |
| HAMLET | No such matter: I will not sort you with the rest | ||
| of my servants, for, to speak to you like an honest | 275 | ||
| man, I am most dreadfully attended. But, in the | |||
| beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? |
| ROSENCRANTZ | To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. |
| HAMLET | Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I | ||
| thank you: and sure, dear friends, my thanks are | 280 | ||
| too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for? Is it | |||
| your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, | |||
| deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak. |
| GUILDENSTERN | What should we say, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent | 285 | |
| for; and there is a kind of confession in your looks | |||
| which your modesties have not craft enough to colour: | |||
| I know the good king and queen have sent for you. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | To what end, my lord? |
| HAMLET | That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by | 290 | |
| the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of | |||
| our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved | |||
| love, and by what more dear a better proposer could | |||
| charge you withal, be even and direct with me, | |||
| whether you were sent for, or no? | 295 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | [Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you? |
| HAMLET | [Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you | ||
| love me, hold not off. |
| GUILDENSTERN | My lord, we were sent for. |
| HAMLET | I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation | 300 | |
| prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king | |||
| and queen moult no feather. 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 | 305 | ||
| earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most | |||
| excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave | |||
| o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted | |||
| with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to | |||
| me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. | 310 | ||
| What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! | |||
| how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how | |||
| express and admirable! in action how like an angel! | |||
| in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the | |||
| world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, | 315 | ||
| what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not | |||
| me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling | |||
| you seem to say so. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. |
| HAMLET | Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'? | 320 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what | ||
| lenten entertainment the players shall receive from | |||
| you: we coted them on the way; and hither are they | |||
| coming, to offer you service. |
| HAMLET | He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty | 325 | |
| shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight | |||
| shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not | |||
| sigh gratis; the humourous man shall end his part | |||
| in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose | |||
| lungs are tickled o' the sere; and the lady shall | 330 | ||
| say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt | |||
| for't. What players are they? |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Even those you were wont to take delight in, the | ||
| tragedians of the city. |
| HAMLET | How chances it they travel? their residence, both | 335 | |
| in reputation and profit, was better both ways. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | I think their inhibition comes by the means of the | ||
| late innovation. |
| HAMLET | Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was | ||
| in the city? are they so followed? | 340 |
| ROSENCRANTZ | No, indeed, are they not. |
| HAMLET | How comes it? do they grow rusty? |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but | ||
| there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, | |||
| that cry out on the top of question, and are most | 345 | ||
| tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the | |||
| fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they | |||
| call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of | |||
| goose-quills and dare scarce come thither. |
| HAMLET | What, are they children? who maintains 'em? how are | 350 | |
| they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no | |||
| longer than they can sing? will they not say | |||
| afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common | |||
| players--as it is most like, if their means are no | |||
| better--their writers do them wrong, to make them | 355 | ||
| exclaim against their own succession? |
| ROSENCRANTZ | 'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and | ||
| the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to | |||
| controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid | |||
| for argument, unless the poet and the player went to | 360 | ||
| cuffs in the question. |
| HAMLET | Is't possible? |
| GUILDENSTERN | O, there has been much throwing about of brains. |
| HAMLET | Do the boys carry it away? |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Ay, that they do, my lord; Hercules and his load too. | 365 |
| HAMLET | It is not very strange; for mine uncle is king of | ||
| Denmark, and those that would make mows at him while | |||
| my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an | |||
| hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little. | |||
| 'Sblood, there is something in this more than | 370 | ||
| natural, if philosophy could find it out. | |||
| [Flourish of trumpets within] |
| GUILDENSTERN | There are the players. |
| HAMLET | Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, | ||
| come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion | |||
| and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb, | 375 | ||
| lest my extent to the players, which, I tell you, | |||
| must show fairly outward, should more appear like | |||
| entertainment than yours. You are welcome: but my | |||
| uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived. |
| GUILDENSTERN | In what, my dear lord? | 380 |
| HAMLET | I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is | ||
| southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw. | |||
| [Enter POLONIUS] |
| LORD POLONIUS | Well be with you, gentlemen! |
| HAMLET | Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a | ||
| hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet | 385 | ||
| out of his swaddling-clouts. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Happily he's the second time come to them; for they | ||
| say an old man is twice a child. |
| HAMLET | I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players; | ||
| mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning; | 390 | ||
| 'twas so indeed. |
| LORD POLONIUS | My lord, I have news to tell you. |
| HAMLET | My lord, I have news to tell you. | ||
| When Roscius was an actor in Rome,-- |
| LORD POLONIUS | The actors are come hither, my lord. | 395 |
| HAMLET | Buz, buz! |
| LORD POLONIUS | Upon mine honour,-- |
| HAMLET | Then came each actor on his ass,-- |
| LORD POLONIUS | The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, | ||
| comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, | 400 | ||
| historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical- | |||
| comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or | |||
| poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor | |||
| Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the | |||
| liberty, these are the only men. | 405 |
| HAMLET | O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! |
| LORD POLONIUS | What a treasure had he, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Why, | ||
| 'One fair daughter and no more, | |||
| The which he loved passing well.' | 410 |
| LORD POLONIUS | [Aside] Still on my daughter. |
| HAMLET | Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah? |
| LORD POLONIUS | If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter | ||
| that I love passing well. |
| HAMLET | Nay, that follows not. | 415 |
| LORD POLONIUS | What follows, then, my lord? |
| HAMLET | Why, | ||
| 'As by lot, God wot,' | |||
| and then, you know, | |||
| 'It came to pass, as most like it was,'-- | 420 | ||
| the first row of the pious chanson will show you | |||
| more; for look, where my abridgement comes. | |||
| [Enter four or five Players] | |||
| You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad | |||
| to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old | |||
| friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last: | 425 | ||
| comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young | |||
| lady and mistress! By'r lady, your ladyship is | |||
| nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by the | |||
| altitude of a chopine. Pray God, your voice, like | |||
| apiece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the | 430 | ||
| ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We'll e'en | |||
| to't like French falconers, fly at any thing we see: | |||
| we'll have a speech straight: come, give us a taste | |||
| of your quality; come, a passionate speech. |
| First Player | What speech, my lord? | 435 |
| HAMLET | I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was | ||
| never acted; or, if it was, not above once; for the | |||
| play, I remember, pleased not the million; 'twas | |||
| caviare to the general: but it was--as I received | |||
| it, and others, whose judgments in such matters | 440 | ||
| cried in the top of mine--an excellent play, well | |||
| digested in the scenes, set down with as much | |||
| modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there | |||
| were no sallets in the lines to make the matter | |||
| savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might | 445 | ||
| indict the author of affectation; but called it an | |||
| honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very | |||
| much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I | |||
| chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and | |||
| thereabout of it especially, where he speaks of | 450 | ||
| Priam's slaughter: if it live in your memory, begin | |||
| at this line: let me see, let me see-- | |||
| 'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast,'-- | |||
| it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:-- | |||
| 'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms, | 455 | ||
| Black as his purpose, did the night resemble | |||
| When he lay couched in the ominous horse, | |||
| Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd | |||
| With heraldry more dismal; head to foot | |||
| Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd | 460 | ||
| With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, | |||
| Baked and impasted with the parching streets, | |||
| That lend a tyrannous and damned light | |||
| To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire, | |||
| And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, | 465 | ||
| With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus | |||
| Old grandsire Priam seeks.' | |||
| So, proceed you. |
| LORD POLONIUS | 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and | ||
| good discretion. | 470 |
| First Player | 'Anon he finds him | ||
| Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, | |||
| Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, | |||
| Repugnant to command: unequal match'd, | |||
| Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide; | 475 | ||
| But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword | |||
| The unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium, | |||
| Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top | |||
| Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash | |||
| Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword, | 480 | ||
| Which was declining on the milky head | |||
| Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick: | |||
| So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, | |||
| And like a neutral to his will and matter, | |||
| Did nothing. | 485 | ||
| But, as we often see, against some storm, | |||
| A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, | |||
| The bold winds speechless and the orb below | |||
| As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder | |||
| Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause, | 490 | ||
| Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work; | |||
| And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall | |||
| On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne | |||
| With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword | |||
| Now falls on Priam. | 495 | ||
| Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, | |||
| In general synod 'take away her power; | |||
| Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, | |||
| And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, | |||
| As low as to the fiends!' | 500 |
| LORD POLONIUS | This is too long. |
| HAMLET | It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee, | ||
| say on: he's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he | |||
| sleeps: say on: come to Hecuba. |
| First Player | 'But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen--' | 505 |
| HAMLET | 'The mobled queen?' |
| LORD POLONIUS | That's good; 'mobled queen' is good. |
| First Player | 'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames | ||
| With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head | |||
| Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe, | 510 | ||
| About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins, | |||
| A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up; | |||
| Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, | |||
| 'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have | |||
| pronounced: | 515 | ||
| But if the gods themselves did see her then | |||
| When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport | |||
| In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs, | |||
| The instant burst of clamour that she made, | |||
| Unless things mortal move them not at all, | 520 | ||
| Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven, | |||
| And passion in the gods.' |
| LORD POLONIUS | Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has | ||
| tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more. |
| HAMLET | 'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon. | 525 | |
| Good my lord, will you see the players well | |||
| bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for | |||
| they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the | |||
| time: after your death you were better have a bad | |||
| epitaph than their ill report while you live. | 530 |
| LORD POLONIUS | My lord, I will use them according to their desert. |
| HAMLET | God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man | ||
| after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? | |||
| Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less | |||
| they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. | 535 | ||
| Take them in. |
| LORD POLONIUS | Come, sirs. |
| HAMLET | Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow. | ||
| [Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First] | |||
| Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the | |||
| Murder of Gonzago? | 540 |
| First Player | Ay, my lord. |
| HAMLET | We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, | ||
| study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which | |||
| I would set down and insert in't, could you not? |
| First Player | Ay, my lord. | 545 |
| HAMLET | Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him | ||
| not. | |||
| [Exit First Player] | |||
| My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are | |||
| welcome to Elsinore. |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Good my lord! | 550 |
| HAMLET | Ay, so, God be wi' ye; | ||
| [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] | |||
| Now I am alone. | |||
| O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! | |||
| Is it not monstrous that this player here, | |||
| But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, | 555 | ||
| Could 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, | |||
| A broken voice, and his whole function suiting | |||
| With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! | 560 | ||
| For Hecuba! | |||
| What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, | |||
| That he should weep for her? What would he do, | |||
| Had he the motive and the cue for passion | |||
| That I have? He would drown the stage with tears | 565 | ||
| And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, | |||
| Make mad the guilty and appal the free, | |||
| Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed | |||
| The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, | |||
| A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, | 570 | ||
| Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, | |||
| And can say nothing; no, not for a king, | |||
| Upon whose property and most dear life | |||
| A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? | |||
| Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? | 575 | ||
| Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? | |||
| Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, | |||
| As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? | |||
| Ha! | |||
| 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be | 580 | ||
| But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall | |||
| To make oppression bitter, or ere this | |||
| I should have fatted all the region kites | |||
| With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! | |||
| Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! | 585 | ||
| O, vengeance! | |||
| Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, | |||
| That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, | |||
| Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, | |||
| Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, | 590 | ||
| And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, | |||
| A scullion! | |||
| Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard | |||
| That guilty creatures sitting at a play | |||
| Have by the very cunning of the scene | 595 | ||
| Been struck so to the soul that presently | |||
| They have proclaim'd their malefactions; | |||
| For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak | |||
| With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players | |||
| Play something like the murder of my father | 600 | ||
| Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; | |||
| I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, | |||
| I know my course. The spirit that I have seen | |||
| May be the devil: and the devil hath power | |||
| To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps | 605 | ||
| Out of my weakness and my melancholy, | |||
| As he is very potent with such spirits, | |||
| Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds | |||
| More relative than this: the play 's the thing | |||
| Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. | 610 | ||
| [Exit] |