HAMLET 4.5

Elsinore. A room in the castle.

[Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman]

QUEEN GERTRUDE I will not speak with her.

Gentleman She is importunate, indeed distract:

Her mood will needs be pitied.

QUEEN GERTRUDE What would she have?

Gentleman She speaks much of her father; says she hears 5

There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;

Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,

That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,

Yet the unshaped use of it doth move

The hearers to collection; they aim at it, 10

And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;

Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures

yield them,

Indeed would make one think there might be thought,

Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. 15

HORATIO 'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew

Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

QUEEN GERTRUDE Let her come in.

[Exit HORATIO]

To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,

Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: 20

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

[Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA]

OPHELIA Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?

QUEEN GERTRUDE How now, Ophelia!

OPHELIA [Sings] 25

How should I your true love know

From another one?

By his cockle hat and staff,

And his sandal shoon.

QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? 30

OPHELIA Say you? nay, pray you, mark.

[Sings]

He is dead and gone, lady,

He is dead and gone;

At his head a grass-green turf,

At his heels a stone. 35

QUEEN GERTRUDE Nay, but, Ophelia,--

OPHELIA Pray you, mark.

[Sings]

White his shroud as the mountain snow,--

[Enter KING CLAUDIUS]

QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, look here, my lord.

OPHELIA [Sings] 40

Larded with sweet flowers

Which bewept to the grave did go

With true-love showers.

KING CLAUDIUS How do you, pretty lady?

OPHELIA Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's 45

daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not

what we may be. God be at your table!

KING CLAUDIUS Conceit upon her father.

OPHELIA Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they

ask you what it means, say you this: 50

[Sings]

To-morrow is 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 donn'd his clothes, 55

And dupp'd the chamber-door;

Let in the maid, that out a maid

Never departed more.

KING CLAUDIUS Pretty Ophelia!

OPHELIA Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't: 60

[Sings]

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, 65

You promised me to wed.

So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,

An thou hadst not come to my bed.

KING CLAUDIUS How long hath she been thus?

OPHELIA I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I 70

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. 75

[Exit]

KING CLAUDIUS Follow her close; give her good watch,

I pray you.

[Exit HORATIO]

O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs

All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,

When sorrows come, they come not single spies 80

But in battalions. First, her father slain:

Next, your son gone; and he most violent author

Of his own just remove: the people muddied,

Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,

For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly, 85

In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia

Divided from herself and her fair judgment,

Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:

Last, and as much containing as all these,

Her brother is in secret come from France; 90

Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,

And wants not buzzers to infect his ear

With pestilent speeches of his father's death;

Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,

Will nothing stick our person to arraign 95

In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,

Like to a murdering-piece, in many places

Gives me superfluous death.

[A noise within]

QUEEN GERTRUDE Alack, what noise is this?

KING CLAUDIUS Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. 100

[Enter another Gentleman]

What is the matter?

Gentleman Save yourself, my lord:

The ocean, overpeering of his list,

Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste

Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, 105

O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;

And, as the world were now but to begin,

Antiquity forgot, custom not known,

The ratifiers and props of every word,

They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:' 110

Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:

'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'

QUEEN GERTRUDE How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!

O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

KING CLAUDIUS The doors are broke. 115

[Noise within]

[Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following]

LAERTES Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.

Danes No, let's come in.

LAERTES I pray you, give me leave.

Danes We will, we will.

[They retire without the door]

LAERTES I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,

Give me my father! 120

QUEEN GERTRUDE Calmly, good Laertes.

LAERTES That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,

Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot

Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow

Of my true mother.

KING CLAUDIUS What is the cause, Laertes,

That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? 125

Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:

There's such divinity doth hedge a king,

That treason can but peep to what it would,

Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,

Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude. 130

Speak, man.

LAERTES Where is my father?

KING CLAUDIUS Dead.

QUEEN GERTRUDE But not by him.

KING CLAUDIUS Let him demand his fill. 135

LAERTES How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!

Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!

I dare damnation. To this point I stand,

That both the worlds I give to negligence, 140

Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged

Most thoroughly for my father.

KING CLAUDIUS Who shall stay you?

LAERTES My will, not all the world:

And for my means, I'll husband them so well, 145

They shall go far with little.

KING CLAUDIUS Good Laertes,

If you desire to know the certainty

Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,

That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, 150

Winner and loser?

LAERTES None but his enemies.

KING CLAUDIUS Will you know them then?

LAERTES To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;

And like the kind life-rendering pelican, 155

Repast them with my blood.

KING CLAUDIUS Why, now you speak

Like a good child and a true gentleman.

That I am guiltless of your father's death,

And am most sensible in grief for it, 160

It shall as level to your judgment pierce

As day does to your eye.

Danes [Within] Let her come in.

LAERTES How now! what noise is that?

[Re-enter OPHELIA]

O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, 165

Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!

By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,

Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!

Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!

O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits 170

Should be as moral as an old man's life?

Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,

It sends some precious instance of itself

After the thing it loves.

OPHELIA [Sings] 175

They bore him barefaced on the bier;

Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;

And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--

Fare you well, my dove!

LAERTES Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, 180

It could not move thus.

OPHELIA [Sings]

You must sing a-down a-down,

An you call him a-down-a.

O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false 185

steward, that stole his master's daughter.

LAERTES This nothing's more than matter.

OPHELIA There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,

love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.

LAERTES A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. 190

OPHELIA There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue

for you; and here's some for me: we may call it

herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with

a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you

some violets, but they withered all when my father 195

died: they say he made a good end,--

[Sings]

For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

LAERTES Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,

She turns to favour and to prettiness.

OPHELIA [Sings] 200

And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead:

Go to thy death-bed:

He never will come again. 205

His beard was as white as snow,

All flaxen was his poll:

He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan:

God ha' mercy on his soul! 210

And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.

[Exit]

LAERTES Do you see this, O God?

KING CLAUDIUS Laertes, I must commune with your grief,

Or you deny me right. Go but apart,

Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will. 215

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 can ours,

To you in satisfaction; but if not, 220

Be you content to lend your patience to us,

And we shall jointly labour with your soul

To give it due content.

LAERTES Let this be so;

His means of death, his obscure funeral-- 225

No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,

No noble rite nor formal ostentation--

Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,

That I must call't in question.

KING CLAUDIUS So you shall; 230

And where the offence is let the great axe fall.

I pray you, go with me.

[Exeunt]

Gentleman		She is importunate, indeed distract:
		Her mood will needs be pitied.

Gentleman	She speaks much of her father; says she hears	5
	There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
	Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
	That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
	Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
	The hearers to collection; they aim at it,	10
	And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
	Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
	yield them,
	Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
	Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.	15

HORATIO		'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
		Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

QUEEN GERTRUDE	Let her come in.
	[Exit HORATIO]
	To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
	Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:	20
	So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
	It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
	[Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA]

OPHELIA	[Sings]	25
	How should I your true love know
	From another one?
	By his cockle hat and staff,
	And his sandal shoon.

OPHELIA	Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
	[Sings]
	He is dead and gone, lady,
	He is dead and gone;
	At his head a grass-green turf,
	At his heels a stone.	35

OPHELIA		Pray you, mark.
		[Sings]
		White his shroud as the mountain snow,--
		[Enter KING CLAUDIUS]

OPHELIA	[Sings]	40
	Larded with sweet flowers
	Which bewept to the grave did go
	With true-love showers.

OPHELIA	Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's	45
	daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
	what we may be. God be at your table!

OPHELIA	Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
	ask you what it means, say you this:	50
	[Sings]
	To-morrow is 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 donn'd his clothes,	55
	And dupp'd the chamber-door;
	Let in the maid, that out a maid
	Never departed more.

OPHELIA	Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:	60
	[Sings]
	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,	65
	You promised me to wed.
	So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
	An thou hadst not come to my bed.

OPHELIA	I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I	70
	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.	75
	[Exit]

KING CLAUDIUS	Follow her close; give her good watch,
	I pray you.
	[Exit HORATIO]
	O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
	All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
	When sorrows come, they come not single spies	80
	But in battalions. First, her father slain:
	Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
	Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
	Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
	For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,	85
	In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia
	Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
	Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
	Last, and as much containing as all these,
	Her brother is in secret come from France;	90
	Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
	And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
	With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
	Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
	Will nothing stick our person to arraign	95
	In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
	Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
	Gives me superfluous death.
	[A noise within]

KING CLAUDIUS	Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.	100
	[Enter another Gentleman]
	What is the matter?

Gentleman	Save yourself, my lord:
	The ocean, overpeering of his list,
	Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
	Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,	105
	O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
	And, as the world were now but to begin,
	Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
	The ratifiers and props of every word,
	They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'	110
	Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
	'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'

QUEEN GERTRUDE		How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
		O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

KING CLAUDIUS	The doors are broke.	115
	[Noise within]
	[Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following]

LAERTES		I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
		Give me my father!	120

LAERTES		That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
		Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
		Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
		Of my true mother.

KING CLAUDIUS	What is the cause, Laertes,
	That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?	125
	Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
	There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
	That treason can but peep to what it would,
	Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
	Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.	130
	Speak, man.

LAERTES	How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
	To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
	Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
	I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
	That both the worlds I give to negligence,	140
	Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
	Most thoroughly for my father.

LAERTES	My will, not all the world:
	And for my means, I'll husband them so well,	145
	They shall go far with little.

KING CLAUDIUS	Good Laertes,
	If you desire to know the certainty
	Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
	That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,	150
	Winner and loser?

LAERTES	To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
	And like the kind life-rendering pelican,	155
	Repast them with my blood.

KING CLAUDIUS	Why, now you speak
	Like a good child and a true gentleman.
	That I am guiltless of your father's death,
	And am most sensible in grief for it,	160
	It shall as level to your judgment pierce
	As day does to your eye.

LAERTES	How now! what noise is that?
	[Re-enter OPHELIA]
	O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,	165
	Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
	By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
	Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
	Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
	O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits	170
	Should be as moral as an old man's life?
	Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
	It sends some precious instance of itself
	After the thing it loves.

OPHELIA	[Sings]	175
	They bore him barefaced on the bier;
	Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
	And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
	Fare you well, my dove!

LAERTES		Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,	180
		It could not move thus.

OPHELIA	[Sings]
	You must sing a-down a-down,
	An you call him a-down-a.
	O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false	185
	steward, that stole his master's daughter.

OPHELIA		There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
		love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.