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 <D {Enter Barnardo, and Francisco, two Centinels.}> 
 <S {Bar.}> Whose there?  
 <S ##{Fran.}> *Nay answere me. Stand and vnfolde your selfe. 
 <S {Bar.}> Long liue the King,  
 <S ##{Fran.} {Barnardo.}>  
 <S ##{Bar.}> Hee. 
 <S {Fran.}> You come most carefully vpon your houre, 
 <S {Bar.}> Tis now strooke twelfe, get thee to bed {Francisco.} 
 <S {Fran.}> For this reliefe much thanks, tis bitter cold,  
 And I am sick at hart.  
 <S {Bar.}> Haue you had quiet guard?  
 <S ##{Fran.}> Not a mouse stirring. 
 <S {Bar.}> Well, good night:  
 If you doe meete {Horatio} and {Marcellus}, 
 The riualls of my watch, bid them make #hast. 
 <D {Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.}> 
 <S {Fran.}> I thinke I heare them, stand ho, who is there?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Friends to this ground. 
 <S {Mar.}> And Leedgemen to the Dane,  
 <S ##{Fran.}> Giue you good night. 
 <S {Mar.}> O, farwell honest souldiers, who hath relieu'd you? 
 <S {Fran.} {Barnardo}> hath my place; giue you good night.  <D {Exit Fran.}> 
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 <S ##{Mar.}> Holla, {Barnardo.} 
 <S {Bar.}> Say, what is {Horatio} there?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> A peece of him. 
 <S {Bar.}> Welcome {Horatio}, welcome good {Marcellus}, 
 <S {Hora.}> What, ha's this thing appeard againe to night?  
 <S ##{Bar.}> I haue seene nothing. 
 <S {Mar.} {Horatio}> saies tis but our fantasie, 
 And will not let beliefe take holde of him, 
 Touching this dreaded sight twice seene of vs, 
 Therefore I haue intreated him along, 
 With vs to watch the minuts of this night, 
 That if againe this apparision come, 
 He may approoue our eyes and speake to it. 
 <S {Hora.}> Tush, tush, twill not appeare.  
 <S ##{Bar.}> Sit downe #a while, 
 And let vs once againe assaile your eares, 
 That are so fortified against our story,  
 What we haue two nights seene. 
  
 <S {Hora.}> Well, sit we downe,  
 And let vs heare {Barnardo} speake of this. 
 <S {Bar.}> Last night of all,  
 When yond same starre thats weastward from the pole, 
 Had made his course t'#illume that part of heauen 
 Where now it burnes, {Marcellus} and my selfe 
 The bell then beating one.  
 <D {Enter Ghost.}> 
 <S {Mar.}> Peace, breake thee #of, looke where it comes againe. 
 <S {Bar.}> In the same figure like the King thats dead. 
 <S {Mar.}> Thou art a scholler, speake to it {Horatio.} 
 <S {Bar.}> Lookes #a not like the King? marke it {Horatio.} 
 <S {Hora.}> Most like, it horrowes me with feare and wonder. 
 <S {Bar.}> It would be spoke to.  
 <S ##{Mar.}> Speake to it {Horatio.} 
 <S {Hora.}> What art thou that vsurpst this time of night, 
 Together with that faire and warlike forme, 
 In which the Maiestie of buried Denmarke 
 Did sometimes march, by heauen I charge thee speake. 
 <S {Mar.}> It is offended.  
 <S ##{Bar.}> See it staukes away. 
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 <S ##{Hora.}> Stay, speake, speake, I charge thee speake.  <D {Exit Ghost.}> 
 <S {Mar.}> Tis gone and will not answere. 
 <S {Bar.}> How now {Horatio}, you tremble and looke pale, 
 Is not this somthing more then phantasie? 
 What thinke you ont?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Before my God I might not this belieue, 
 Without the sencible and true auouch  
 Of mine owne eies. 
 <S {Mar.}> Is it not like the King?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> As thou art to thy selfe. 
 Such was the very Armor he had on, 
 When he the ambitious {Norway} combated, 
 So frownd he once, when in an angry parle 
 He smot the sleaded pollax on the ice.  
 Tis strange. 
 <S {Mar.}> Thus twice before, and iump at this dead houre, 
 With martiall stauke hath he gone by our watch. 
 <S {Hora.}> In what perticular thought, to worke I know not, 
 But in the grosse and scope of mine opinion, 
 This bodes some strange eruption to our state. 
 <S {Mar.}> Good now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes, 
 Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch 
 So nightly toiles the subiect of the land, 
 And with such dayly cost of brazon Cannon 
 And forraine marte, for implements of warre, 
 Why such impresse of ship-#writes, whose sore taske 
 Does not deuide the Sunday from the weeke, 
 What might be toward that this sweaty #hast 
 Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day, 
 Who ist that can informe mee?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> That can I. 
 At least the whisper goes so; our last King, 
 Whose image euen but now appear'd to vs, 
 Was as you knowe by {Fortinbrasse} of {Norway}, 
 Thereto prickt on by a most emulate pride 
 Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant {Hamlet}, 
 (For so this side of our knowne world esteemd him) 
 Did slay this {Fortinbrasse}, who by a seald compact 
 Well ratified by lawe and heraldy 
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 Did forfait (with his life) all these his lands 
 Which he stood seaz'd of, to the conquerour. 
 Against the which a moitie competent 
 Was gaged by our King, which had returne  
 To the inheritance of {Fortinbrasse}, 
 Had he bin vanquisher; as by the same comart, 
 And carriage of the article desseigne, 
 His fell to Hamlet; now Sir, young {Fortinbrasse}  
 Of vnimprooued mettle, hot and full, 
 Hath in the skirts of {Norway} heere and there  
 Sharkt vp a list of lawelesse resolutes 
 For foode and diet to some enterprise 
 That hath a stomacke in't, which is no other 
 As it doth well appeare vnto our state 
 But to recouer of vs by strong hand 
 And tearmes compulsatory, those foresaid lands 
 So by his father lost; and this I take it, 
 Is the maine motiue of our preparations 
 The source of this our watch, and the chiefe head 
 Of this post #hast and Romeage in the land. 
 !{Bar.} I thinke it be no other, but enso; 
 !Well may it sort that this portentous figure 
 !Comes armed through our watch so like the King 
 !That was and is the question of these warres. 
 !{Hora.} A moth it is to trouble the mindes eye: 
 !In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 
 !A little ere the mightiest {Iulius} fell 
 !The graues stood tenantlesse, and the sheeted dead 
 !Did squeake and gibber in the Roman streets 
 !As starres with traines of fier, and dewes of blood 
 !Disasters in the sunne; and the moist starre, 
 !Vpon whose influence {Neptunes} Empier stands, 
 !Was sicke almost to doomesday with eclipse. 
 !And euen the like precurse of feare euents 
 !As harbindgers preceading still the fates 
 !And prologue to the {Omen} comming on 
 !Haue heauen and earth together demonstrated 
 !Vnto our Climatures and countrymen. 
 <D {Enter Ghost.}> 
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 But soft, behold, loe where it comes againe 
 Ile crosse it though it blast mee: stay illusion,  {It spreads}  
 <S {his armes.}> 
 If thou hast any sound or vse of voyce, 
 Speake to me, if there be any good thing to be done 
 That may to thee doe ease, and grace to mee,  
 Speake to me. 
 If thou art priuie to thy countries fate 
 Which happily foreknowing may auoyd  
 O speake: 
 Or if thou hast vphoorded in thy life 
 Extorted treasure in the wombe of earth 
 For which they say your spirits oft walke in death.  {The cocke}  
 <S {crowes.}> 
 Speake of it, stay and speake, stop it {Marcellus.} 
 <S {Mar.}> Shall I strike it with my partizan?  
 <S ##{Hor.}> Doe if it will not stand.  
 <S {Bar.}> Tis heere.  
 <S ##{Hor.}> Tis heere.  
 <S ##{Mar.}> Tis gone. 
 We doe it wrong being so Maiesticall  
 To offer it the showe of violence, 
 For it is as the ayre, invulnerable, 
 And our vaine blowes malicious mockery. 
 <S {Bar.}> It was about to speake when the cocke crewe. 
 <S {Hor.}> And then it started like a guilty thing, 
 Vpon a fearefull summons; I haue heard, 
 The Cock that is the trumpet to the morne, 
 Doth with his lofty and shrill sounding throat 
 Awake the God of day, and at his warning 
 Whether in sea or fire, in earth or ayre 
 Th'#extrauagant and erring spirit hies 
 To his confine, and of the truth heerein 
 This present obiect made probation. 
 <S {Mar.}> It faded on the crowing of the Cock. 
 Some say that euer gainst that season comes 
 Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated 
 This bird of dawning singeth all night long, 
 And then they say no spirit dare sturre abraode 
 The nights are wholsome, then no plannets strike, 
 No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charme 
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 So hallowed, and so gratious is that time. 
 <S {Hora.}> So haue I heard and doe in part belieue it, 
 But looke the morne in russet mantle clad 
 Walkes ore the dewe of yon high Eastward hill 
 Breake we our watch vp and by my aduise 
 Let vs impart what we haue seene to night 
 Vnto young {Hamlet}, for vppon my life 
 This spirit dumb to vs, will speake to him: 
 Doe you consent we shall acquaint him with it 
 As needfull in our loues, fitting our duty. 
 <S {Mar.}> Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning knowe 
 Where we shall find him most conuenient.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <S {Florish. Enter Claudius, King of Denmarke, Gertrad the Queene}>, 
 <S {Counsaile: as Polonius, and his Sonne Laertes}>,  
 <S {Hamlet, Cum Alijs.}> 
  
 <S {Claud.}> Though yet of {Hamlet} our deare brothers death 
 The memorie be greene, and that it vs befitted 
 To beare our harts in griefe, and our whole Kingdome, 
 To be contracted in one browe of woe 
 Yet so farre hath discretion fought with nature, 
 That we with wisest sorrowe thinke on him 
 Together with remembrance of our selues: 
 Therefore our sometime Sister, now our Queene 
 Th'#imperiall ioyntresse to this warlike state 
 Haue we as twere with a defeated ioy  
 With an auspitious, and a dropping eye, 
 With mirth in funerall, and with dirdge in marriage, 
 In equall scale waighing delight and dole 
 Taken to wife: nor haue we heerein bard 
 Your better wisdomes, which haue freely gone 
 With this affaire along (for all our thankes) 
 Now followes that you knowe young {Fortinbrasse}, 
 Holding a weake supposall of our worth 
 Or thinking by our late deare brothers death 
 Our state to be disioynt, and out of frame 
 Coleagued with this dreame of his aduantage 
 He hath not faild to pestur vs with message 
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 Importing the surrender of those lands 
 Lost by his father, with all bands of lawe 
 To our most valiant brother, so much for him: 
 Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting, 
 Thus much the business is, we haue heere writ  
 To {Norway} Vncle of young {Fortenbrasse} 
 Who impotent and bedred scarcely heares 
 Of this his Nephewes purpose; to suppresse 
 His further gate heerein, in that the leuies, 
 The lists, and full proportions are all made 
 Out of his subiect, and we heere dispatch  
 You good {Cornelius}, and you {Valtemand}, 
 For bearers of this greeting to old {Norway}, 
 Giuing to you no further personall power 
 To busines with the King, more then the scope  
 Of these delated articles allowe: 
 Farwell, and let your #hast commend your dutie. 
 <S {Cor.} ##{Vo.}> In that, and all things will we showe our dutie. 
 <S {King.}> We doubt it nothing, hartely farwell. 
 And now {Laertes} whats the newes with you? 
 You told vs of some sute, what ist {Laertes}? 
 You cannot speake of reason to the Dane 
 And lose your voyce; what wold'st thou begge {Laertes},? 
 That shall not be my offer, not thy asking, 
 The head is not more natiue to the hart 
 The hand more instrumentall to the mouth 
 Then is the throne of Denmarke to thy father, 
 What would'st thou haue {Laertes}?  
 <S ##{Laer.}> My dread Lord, 
 Your leaue and fauour to returne to Fraunce, 
 From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke, 
 To showe my dutie in your Coronation; 
 Yet now I must confesse, that duty done 
 My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward Fraunce 
 And bowe them to your gracious leaue and pardon. 
 <S {King.}> Haue you your fathers leaue, what saies {Polonius}? 
 <S {Polo.}> #Hath my Lord wroung from me my slowe leaue 
 !By laboursome petition, and at last 
 !Vpon his #will I seald my hard consent, 
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 I doe beseech you giue him leaue to goe. 
 <S {King.}> Take thy faire houre {Laertes}, time be thine 
 And thy best graces spend it at thy #will: 
 But now my Cosin {Hamlet}, and my sonne. 
 <S {Ham.}> A little more then kin, and lesse then kind. 
 <S {King.}> How is it that the clowdes still hang on you. 
 <S {Ham.}> Not so much my Lord, I am too much in the sonne. 
 <S {Queene.}> Good {Hamlet} cast thy nighted colour off 
 And let thine eye looke like a friend on {Denmarke}, 
 Doe not for euer with thy vailed lids 
 Seeke for thy noble Father in the dust, 
 Thou know'st tis common all that liues must die, 
 Passing through nature to eternitie.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> #I Maddam, it is common. 
 <S {Quee.}> If it be  
 Why seemes it so perticuler with thee. 
 <S {Ham.}> Seemes Maddam, nay it is, I know not seemes, 
 Tis not alone my incky cloake coold mother 
 Nor customary suites of solembe blacke 
 Nor windie suspiration of forst breath 
 No, nor the fruitfull riuer in the eye, 
 Nor the deiected hauior of the visage 
 Together with all formes, moodes, chapes of griefe 
 That can denote me truely, these indeede seeme, 
 For they are actions that a man might play 
 But I haue that within which passes showe 
 These but the trappings and the suites of woe. 
 <S {King.}> Tis sweete and commendable in your nature {Hamlet}, 
 To giue these mourning duties to your father 
 But you must knowe your father lost a father, 
 That father lost, lost his, and the suruiuer bound  
 In filliall obligation for some tearme 
 To doe obsequious sorrowe, but to perseuer  
 In obstinate condolement,  is a course 
 Of impious stubbornes, tis vnmanly griefe, 
 It showes a #will most incorrect to heauen  
 A hart vnfortified, or minde impatient 
 An vnderstanding simple and vnschoold 
 For what we knowe must be, and is as common 
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 As any the most vulgar thing to sence, 
 Why should we in our peuish opposition 
 Take it to hart, fie, tis a fault to heauen, 
 A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, 
 To reason most absurd, whose common theame 
 Is death of fathers, and who still hath cryed 
 From the first course, till he that died to day 
 This must be so: we pray you throw to earth  
 This vnpreuailing woe, and thinke of vs 
 As of a father, for let the world take note 
 You are the most imediate to our throne, 
 And with no lesse nobilitie of loue 
 Then that which dearest father beares his sonne, 
 Doe I impart toward you for your intent 
 In going back to schoole in {Wittenberg}, 
 It is most retrogard to our desire, 
 And we beseech you bend you to remaine 
 Heere in the cheare and comfort of our eye, 
 Our chiefest courtier, cosin, and our sonne. 
 <S {Quee.}> Let not thy mother loose her prayers {Hamlet}, 
 I pray thee stay with vs, goe not to {Wittenberg.} 
 <S {Ham.}> I shall in all my best obay you Madam. 
 <S {King.}> Why tis a louing and a faire reply, 
 Be as our selfe in Denmarke, Madam come, 
 This gentle and vnforc'd accord of {Hamlet} 
 Sits smiling to my hart, in grace whereof, 
 No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day, 
 But the great Cannon to the cloudes shall tell. 
 And the Kings rowse the heauen shall brute againe, 
 Respeaking earthly thunder; come away.  {Florish.}  <D {Exeunt all}>,  
 <S {but Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> O that this too too sallied flesh would melt, 
 Thaw and resolue it selfe into a dewe, 
 Or that the euerlasting had not fixt 
 His cannon gainst seale slaughter, o God, God, 
 How wary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable  
 Seeme to me all the vses of this world? 
 Fie on't, ah fie, tis an vnweeded garden 
 That growes to seede, things rancke and grose in nature, 
 Possesse it meerely that it should come thus 
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 But two months dead, nay not so much, not two, 
 So excellent a King, that was to this  
 Hiperion to a satire, so louing to my mother, 
 That he might not beteeme the winds of heauen 
 Visite her face too roughly, heauen and earth 
 Must I remember, why she should hang on him 
 As if increase of appetite had growne  
 By what it fed on, and yet within a month, 
 Let me not thinke on't; frailty thy name is woman 
 A little month or ere those shooes were old 
 With which she followed my poore fathers bodie  
 Like {Niobe} all teares, why she 
 O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason 
 Would haue mourn'd longer, married with my Vncle, 
 My fathers brother, but no more like my father  
 Then I to {Hercules}, within a month, 
 Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous teares, 
 Had left the flushing in her gauled eyes 
 She married, o most wicked speede; to post 
 With such dexteritie to incestious sheets, 
 It is not, nor it cannot come to good, 
 But breake my hart, for I must hold my tongue. 
 <D {Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.}> 
 <S {Hora.}> Haile to your Lordship. 
*<S {Ham.}> I am glad to see you well; {Horatio}, or I do forget my selfe. 
 <S {Hora.}> The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer. 
 <S {Ham.}> Sir my good friend, Ile change that name with you, 
 And what make you from {Wittenberg} {Horatio}? 
 <S {Marcellus.}>  
 <S ##{Mar.}> My good Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> I am very glad to see you, (good euen sir) 
 But what in faith make you from {Wittenberg}? 
 <S {Hora.}> A truant disposition good my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> I would not heare your enimie say so, 
 Nor shall you doe my eare that violence 
 To make it truster of your owne report 
 Against your selfe, I knowe you are no truant, 
 But what is your affaire in {Elsonoure}? 
 Weele teach you for to drinke ere you depart. 
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 <S ##{Hora.}> My Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall. 
 <S {Ham.}> I prethee doe not mocke me fellowe studient, 
 I thinke it was to my mothers wedding. 
 <S {Hora.}> Indeede my Lord it followed hard vppon. 
 <S {Ham.}> Thrift, thrift, {Horatio}, the funerall bak't meates 
 Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables, 
 Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen 
 Or euer I had seene that day {Horatio}, 
 My father, me thinkes I see my father. 
 <S {Hora.}> Where my Lord?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> In my mindes eye {Horatio.} 
 <S {Hora.}> I saw him once, #a was a goodly King. 
 <S {Ham.}> #A was a man take him for all in all 
 I shall not looke vppon his like againe. 
 <S {Hora.}> My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight. 
 <S {Ham.}> Saw, who?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> My Lord the King your father. 
 <S {Ham.}> The King my father? 
 <S {Hora.}> Season your admiration for #a while 
 With an attent eare till I may deliuer 
 Vppon the witnes of these gentlemen  
 This maruile to you. 
 <S {Ham.}> For Gods loue let me heare? 
 <S {Hora.}> Two nights together had these gentlemen  
 <S {Marcellus}>, and {Barnardo}, on their watch 
 In the dead #wast and middle of the night 
 Beene thus incountred, a figure like your father  
 Armed at poynt, exactly {Capapea} 
 Appeares before them, and with solemne march, 
 Goes slowe and stately by them; thrice he walkt  
 By their opprest and feare surprised eyes 
 Within his tronchions length, whil'st they distil'd 
 Almost to gelly, with the act of feare 
 Stand dumbe and speake not to him; this to me 
 In dreadfull secresie impart they did, 
 And I with them the third night kept the watch, 
 Whereas they had deliuered both in time 
 Forme of the thing, each word made true and good, 
 The Apparision comes: I knewe your father, 
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 These hands are not more like. 
 <S {Ham.}> But where was this?  
 <S ##{Mar.}> My Lord vppon the platforme where we watch, 
 <S {Ham.}> Did you not speake to it?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> My Lord I did, 
 But answere made it none, yet once me thought 
 It lifted vp #it head, and did addresse 
 It selfe to motion like as it would speake: 
 But euen then the morning Cock crewe loude, 
 And at the sound it shrunk in #hast away  
 And vanisht from our sight. 
 <S {Ham.}> Tis very strange.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> As I doe liue my honor'd Lord tis true 
 And we did thinke it writ downe in our dutie  
 To let you knowe of it. 
 <S {Ham.}> Indeede Sirs but this troubles me, 
 Hold you the watch to night?  
 <S ##{All.}> We doe my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Arm'd say you?  
 <S ##{All.}> Arm'd my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> From top to toe?  
 <S ##{All.}> My Lord from head to foote. 
 <S {Ham.}> Then sawe you not his face.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> O yes my Lord, he wore his beauer vp. 
 <S {Ham.}> What look't he frowningly?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> A countenance more in sorrow then in anger. 
 <S {Ham.}> Pale, or red?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Nay very pale. 
 <S {Ham.}> And fixt his eyes vpon you?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Most constantly. 
 <S {Ham.}> I would I had beene there. 
 <S {Hora.}> It would haue much amaz'd you. 
 <S {Ham.}> Very like, stay'd it long? 
 <S {Hora.}> While one with moderate #hast might tell a hundreth. 
 <S {Both.}> Longer, longer.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Not when I saw't. 
 <S {Ham.}> His beard was grissl'd, no. 
 <S {Hora.}> It was as I haue seene it in his life  
 A sable siluer'd. 
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 <S ##{Ham.}> I will watch to night  
 Perchaunce twill walke againe. 
 <S {Hora.}> I warn't it will. 
 <S {Ham.}> If it assume my noble fathers person, 
 Ile speake to it though #hell it selfe should gape 
 And bid me hold my peace; I pray you all 
 If you haue hetherto  conceald this sight 
 Let it be tenable in your silence still, 
 And what someuer els shall hap to night, 
 Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue, 
 I will requite your loues, so farre you well: 
 Vppon the platforme twixt #a leauen and twelfe  
 Ile visite you. 
 <S {All.}> Our dutie to your honor.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> Your loues, as mine to you, farwell. 
 My fathers spirit (in armes) all is not well, 
 I doubt some foule play, would the night were come, 
 Till then sit still my soule, fonde deedes will rise 
 Though all the earth ore-#whelme them to mens eyes.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter Laertes, and Ophelia his Sister.}> 
 <S {Laer.}> My necessaries are inbarckt, farwell, 
 And sister, as the winds giue benefit 
 And conuay, in assistant doe not sleepe 
 But let me heere from you.  
 <S ##{Ophe.}> Doe you doubt that? 
 <S {Laer.}> For {Hamlet}, and the trifling of his fauour, 
 Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood 
 A Violet in the youth of primy nature, 
 Forward, not permanent, sweete, not lasting, 
 The perfume and suppliance of a minute  
 No more. 
 <S {Ophe.}> No more but so.  
 <S ##{Laer.}> Thinke it no more. 
 For nature cressant does not growe alone 
 In thewes and bulkes, but as this temple waxes 
 The inward seruice of the minde and soule 
 Growes wide withall, perhapes he loues you now, 
 And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmirch 
 The vertue of his #will, but you must feare, 
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 His greatnes wayd, his #will is not his owne, 
 He may not as vnualewed persons doe, 
 Carue for himselfe, for on his choise depends  
 The safty and health of this whole state, 
 And therefore must his choise be circumscribd 
 Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that body 
 Whereof he is the head, then if he saies he loues you, 
 It fits your wisdome so farre to belieue it 
 As he in his particuler act and place 
 May giue his saying deede, which is no further 
 Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall. 
 Then way what losse your honor may sustaine 
 If with too credent eare you list his songs 
 Or loose your hart, or your chast treasure open  
 To his vnmastred importunity.  
 Feare it {Ophelia}, feare it my deare sister, 
 And keepe you in the reare of your affection 
 Out of the shot and danger of desire, 
 =The chariest maide is prodigall inough 
 If she vnmaske her beutie to the Moone 
 =Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious strokes 
 =The canker gaules the infants of the spring 
 Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd, 
 And in the morne and liquid dewe of youth 
 Contagious blastments are most iminent, 
 Be wary then, best safety lies in feare, 
 Youth to it selfe rebels, though #non els neare. 
 <S {Ophe.}> I shall the effect of this good lesson keepe 
 As watchman to my hart, but good my brother 
 Doe not as some vngracious pastors doe, 
 Showe me the steepe and thorny way to heauen 
 Whiles a puft, and reckles libertine  
 Himselfe the primrose path of dalience treads. 
 And reakes not his owne reed.  <D {Enter Polonius.}> 
 <S {Laer.}> O feare me not, 
 I stay too long, but heere my father comes 
 A double blessing, is a double grace, 
 Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue. 
 <S {Pol.}> Yet heere {Laertes}? #a bord, #a bord for shame, 
<P C4>
 The wind sits in the shoulder of your saile, 
 And you are stayed for, there my blessing with thee, 
 And these fewe precepts in thy memory 
 Looke thou character, giue thy thoughts no tongue, 
 Nor any vnproportion'd thought his act, 
 Be thou familier, but by no meanes vulgar, 
 Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 
 Grapple them vnto thy soule with hoopes of steele, 
 But doe not dull thy palme with entertainment 
 Of each new hatcht vnfledgd courage, beware 
 Of entrance to a quarrell, but being in, 
 Bear't that th'#opposed may beware of thee, 
 Giue euery man thy eare, but fewe thy voyce, 
 Take each mans censure, but reserue thy iudgement, 
 Costly thy habite as thy purse can buy, 
 But not exprest in fancy; rich not gaudy, 
 For the apparrell oft proclaimes the man 
 And they in Fraunce of the best ranck and station, 
 Or of a most select and generous, chiefe in that: 
 Neither a borrower nor a lender boy, 
 For loue oft looses both it selfe, and friend, 
 And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry; 
 This aboue all, to thine owne selfe be true 
 And it must followe as the night the day 
 Thou canst not then be false to any man: 
 Farwell, my blessing season this in thee. 
 <S {Laer.}> Most humbly doe I take my leaue my Lord. 
 <S {Pol.}> The time inuests you goe, your seruants tend. 
 <S {Laer.}> Farwell {Ophelia}, and remember well  
 What I haue sayd to you. 
 <S {Ophe.}> Tis in my memory lockt  
 And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it. 
 <S {Laer.}> Farwell.  <D {Exit Laertes.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> What ist {Ophelia} he hath sayd to you? 
 <S {Ophe.}> So please you, something touching the Lord {Hamlet.}  
 <S ##{Pol.}> Marry well bethought 
 Tis tolde me he hath very oft of late 
 Giuen priuate time to you, and you your selfe 
 Haue of your audience beene most free and bountious, 
<P C4v>
 If it be so, as so tis put on me, 
 And that in way of caution, I must tell you, 
 You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely 
 As it behooues my daughter, and your honor, 
 What is betweene you giue me vp the truth, 
 <S {Ophe.}> He hath my Lord of late made many tenders  
 Of his affection to me. 
 <S {Pol.}> Affection, puh, you speake like a greene girle 
 Vnsifted in such perrilous circumstance, 
 Doe you belieue his tenders as you call them? 
 <S {Ophe.}> I doe not knowe my Lord what I should thinke. 
 <S {Pol.}> Marry I will teach you, thinke your selfe a babie 
 That you haue tane these tenders for true pay 
 Which are not sterling, tender your selfe more dearely 
 Or (not to crack the winde of the poore phrase 
 Wrong it thus) you'l tender me a foole. 
 <S {Ophe.}> My Lord he hath importun'd me with loue  
 In honorable fashion. 
 <S {Pol.}> #I, fashion you may call it, go to,  go to. 
 <S {Ophe.}> And hath giuen countenance to his speech 
 My Lord, with almost all the holy vowes of heauen. 
 <S {Pol.}> #I, springs to catch wood-#cockes, I doe knowe 
 When the blood burnes, how prodigall the soule 
 Lends the tongue vowes, these blazes daughter 
 Giuing more light then heate, extinct in both 
 Euen in their promise, as it is #a making 
 You must not take for fire, from this time 
 Be something scanter of your maiden presence 
 Set your intreatments at a higher rate 
 Then a commaund to parle; for Lord {Hamlet}, 
 Belieue so much in him that he is young, 
 And with a larger tider may he walke 
 Then may be giuen you; in fewe {Ophelia}, 
 Doe not belieue his vowes, for they are brokers 
 Not of that die which their inuestments showe 
 But meere implorators of vnholy suites 
 Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds 
 The better to beguile; this is for all, 
 I would not in plaine tearmes from this time foorth 
<P D1>
 Haue you so slaunder any moment leasure 
 As to giue words or talke with the Lord {Hamlet}, 
 Looke too't I charge you, come your wayes. 
 <S {Ophe.}> I shall obey my Lord.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter Hamlet, Horatio and Marcellus.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> The ayre bites shroudly, it is very colde. 
 <S {Hora.}> It is nipping, and an eager ayre. 
 <S {Ham.}> What houre now?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> I thinke it lackes of twelfe. 
 <S {Mar.}> No, it is  strooke.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Indeede; I heard it not, it then drawes neere the season, 
 Wherein the spirit held his wont to walke.  {A florish of trumpets}  
 <S {and}> 2. {peeces goes #of.}What does this meane my Lord? 
 <S {Ham.}> The King doth wake to night and takes his rowse. 
 Keepes wassell and the swaggring vp-#spring reeles: 
 And as he draines his drafts of Rennish downe, 
 The kettle drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out  
 The triumph of his pledge. 
 <S {Hora.}> Is it a custome?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> #I marry ist, 
 But to my minde, though I am natiue heere 
 And to the manner borne, it is a custome 
 More honourd in the breach, then the obseruance. 
 !This heauy headed reueale east and west 
 !Makes vs tradust, and taxed of other nations, 
 !They clip vs drunkards, and with Swinish phrase 
 !Soyle our addition, and indeede it takes 
 !From our atchieuements, though perform'd at height 
 !The pith and marrow of our attribute, 
 !So oft it chaunces in particuler men, 
 !That for some vicious mole of nature in them 
 !As in their birth wherein they are not guilty, 
 !(Since nature cannot choose his origin) 
 !By their ore-#grow'th of some complextion 
 !Oft breaking downe the pales and forts of reason, 
 !Or by some habit, that too much ore-#leauens 
 !The forme of plausiue manners, that these men 
 !Carrying I say the stamp of one defect 
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 !Being Natures liuery, or Fortunes starre, 
 !His vertues els be they as pure as grace, 
 !As infinite as man may vndergoe, 
 !Shall in the generall censure take corruption 
 !From that particuler fault: the dram of eale 
 !Doth all the noble substance of a doubt  
 !To his owne scandle. 
 1! 
 <D {Enter Ghost.}> 
 <S {Hora.}> Looke my Lord it comes. 
 <S {Ham.}> Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs: 
 Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, 
 Bring with thee ayres from heauen, of blasts from #hell. 
 Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, 
 Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, 
 That I will speake to thee, Ile call thee {Hamlet}, 
 King, father, royall Dane, o answere mee, 
 Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell 
 Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death 
 Haue burst their cerements? why the Sepulcher, 
 Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd 
 Hath op't his ponderous and marble iawes, 
 To cast thee vp againe? what may this meane 
 That thou dead corse, againe in compleat steele 
 Reuisites thus the glimses of the Moone, 
 Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature 
 So horridly to shake our disposition 
 With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules, 
 Say why is this, wherefore, what should we doe?  {Beckins.} 
 <S {Hora.}> It beckins you to goe away with it 
 As if it some impartment did desire ? To you alone. 
 <S {Mar.}> Looke with what curteous action 
 It waues you to a more remooued ground, 
 But doe not goe with it.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> No, by no meanes. 
 <S {Ham.}> It will not speake, then I will followe it.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Doe not my Lord.  
 <S {Ham.}> Why what should be the feare, 
 I doe not set my life at a pinnes fee, 
<P D2><C X>
 And for my soule, what can it doe to that 
 Being a thing immortall as it selfe; 
 It waues me forth againe, Ile followe it. 
 <S {Hora.}> What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord, 
 Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cleefe 
 That bettles ore his base into the sea, 
 And there assume some other horrable forme 
 Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason. 
 And draw you into madnes, thinke of it, 
 !The very place puts toyes of desperation 
 !Without more motiue, into euery braine 
 !That lookes so many fadoms to the sea 
 !And heares it rore beneath. 
 <S {Ham.}> It waues me still,  
 Goe on, Ile followe thee. 
 <S {Mar.}> You shall not goe my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Hold #of your hands. 
 <S {Hora.}> Be rul'd, you shall not goe. 
 <S {Ham.}> My fate cries out  
 And makes each petty arture in this body 
 As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue; 
 Still am I cald, vnhand me Gentlemen 
 By heauen Ile make a ghost of him that lets me, 
 I say away, goe on, Ile followe thee.  <D {Exit Ghost and Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Hora.}> He waxes desperate with imagination. 
 <S {Mar.}> Lets followe, tis not fit thus to obey him. 
 <S {Hora.}> Haue after, to what issue will this come? 
 <S {Mar.}> Something is rotten in the state of Denmarke. 
 <S {Hora.}> Heauen will direct it.  
 <S ##{Mar.}> Nay lets follow him.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter Ghost, and Hamlet.}> 
*<S {Ham.}> Whether wilt thou leade me, speake, Ile goe no further. 
 <S {Ghost.}> Marke me. 
 <S ##{Ham.}> I will. 
 <S {Ghost.}> My houre is almost come 
 When I to sulphrus and tormenting flames  
 Must render vp my selfe. 
 <S {Ham.}> Alas poore Ghost. 
<P D2v>
 <S ##{Ghost.}> Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing  
 To what I shall vnfold. 
 <S {Ham.}> Speake, I am bound to heare. 
 <S {Ghost.}> So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare. 
 <S {Ham.}> What?  
 <S ##{Ghost.}> I am thy fathers spirit, 
 Doomd for a certaine tearme to walke the night, 
 And for the day confind to fast in fires, 
 Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of nature 
 Are burnt and purg'd away: but that I am forbid 
 To tell the secrets of my prison house, 
 I could a tale vnfolde whose lightest word 
 Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young blood, 
 Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, 
 Thy knotted and combined locks to part, 
 And each particuler haire to stand #an end, 
 Like quils vpon the fearefull Porpentine, 
 But this eternall blazon must not be 
 To eares of flesh and blood, list, list, o list: 
 If thou did'st euer thy deare father loue.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> O God. 
 <S {Ghost.}> Reuenge his foule, and most vnnaturall murther. 
 <S {Ham.}> Murther.  
 <S ##{Ghost.}> Murther most foule, as in the best it is, 
 But this most foule, strange and vnnaturall. 
 <S {Ham.}> #Hast me to know't, that I with wings as swift 
 As meditation, or the thoughts of loue  
 May sweepe to my reuenge. 
 <S {Ghost.}> I find thee apt,  
 And duller shouldst thou be then the fat weede 
 That rootes it selfe in ease on {Lethe} wharffe, 
 Would'st thou not sturre in this; now {Hamlet} heare, 
 Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my Orchard, 
 A Serpent stung me, so the whole eare of Denmarke 
 Is by a forged processe of my death 
 Ranckely abusde: but knowe thou noble Youth, 
 The Serpent that did sting thy fathers life  
 Now weares his Crowne. 
 <S {Ham.}> O my propheticke soule! my Vncle? 
<P D3>
 <S ##{Ghost.}> #I that incestuous, that adulterate beast, 
 With witchcraft of his wits, with trayterous gifts, 
 O wicked wit, and giftes that haue the power 
 So to seduce; wonne to his shamefull lust 
 The #will of my most seeming vertuous Queene; 
 O {Hamlet}, what falling off was there 
 From me whose loue was of that dignitie 
 That it went hand in hand, euen with the vowe 
 I made to her in marriage, and to decline 
 Vppon a wretch whose naturall gifts were poore, 
 To those of mine; but vertue as it neuer will be mooued, 
 Though lewdnesse court it in a shape of heauen 
 So but though to a radiant Angle linckt, 
 Will sort it selfe in a celestiall bed  
 And pray on garbage. 
 But soft, me thinkes I sent the morning ayre, 
 Briefe let me be; sleeping within my Orchard, 
 My custome alwayes of the afternoone, 
 Vpon my secure houre, thy Vncle stole 
 With iuyce of cursed Hebona in a viall, 
 And in the porches of my eares did poure 
 The leaprous distilment, whose effect 
 Holds such an enmitie with blood of man, 
 That swift as quicksiluer it courses through 
 The naturall gates and allies of the body, 
 And with a sodaine vigour it doth possesse 
 And curde like eager droppings into milke, 
 The thin and wholsome blood; so did it mine, 
 And a most instant tetter barckt about 
 Most Lazerlike with vile and lothsome crust  
 All my smooth body. 
 Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand, 
 Of life, of Crowne, of Queene at once dispatcht, 
 Cut off euen in the blossomes of my sinne,  
 Vnhuzled, disappointed, vnanueld, 
 No reckning made, but sent to my account  
 With#all  my imperfections on my head, 
 O horrible, o horrible, most horrible. 
 If thou hast nature in thee beare it not, 
<P D3v>
 Let not the royall bed of Denmarke be 
 A couch for luxury and damned incest. 
 But howsomeuer thou pursues this act, 
 Tain't not thy minde, nor let thy soule contriue 
 Against thy mother ought, leaue her to heauen, 
 And to those thornes that in her bosome lodge 
 To prick and sting her, fare thee well at once, 
 The Gloworme shewes the matine to be neere 
 And gins to pale his vneffectuall fire, 
 Adiew, adiew, adiew, remember me. 
 <S {Ham.}> O all you host of heauen, o earth, what els, 
 And shall I coupple #hell, o fie, hold, hold my hart, 
 And you my sinnowes, growe not instant old, 
 But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee, 
 #I thou poore Ghost whiles memory holds a seate 
 In this distracted globe, remember thee, 
 Yea, from the table of my memory  
 Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records, 
 All sawes of bookes, all formes, all pressures past 
 That youth and obseruation coppied there, 
 And thy commandement all alone shall liue, 
 Within the booke and volume of my braine 
 Vnmixt with baser matter, yes by heauen, 
 O most pernicious woman. 
 O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine, 
 My tables, meet it is I set it downe 
 That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine, 
 At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke. 
 So Vncle, there you are, now to my word, 
 It is adew, adew, remember me.  
 I haue sworn't. 
 <D {Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.}> 
 <S {Hora.}> My Lord, my Lord.  
 <S ##{Mar.}> Lord {Hamlet.} 
 <S {Hora.}> Heauens secure him.  
 <S ##{Ham.}>  So be it. 
 <S {Mar.}>  Illo, ho, ho, my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Hillo, ho, ho, boy come, and come. 
<P D4>
 <S ##{Mar.}> How i'st my noble Lord? 
 <S {Hora.}> What newes my Lord?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> O, wonderfull. 
 <S {Hora.}> Good my Lord tell it.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> No, you will reueale it. 
 <S {Hora.}> Not I my Lord by heauen.  
 <S ##{Mar.}> Nor I my Lord. 
  
 <S {Ham.}> How say you then, would hart of man once thinke it, 
 But you'le be secret. 
 <S ##{Booth.}> #I by heauen. 
 <S {Ham.}> There's neuer a villaine,  
 Dwelling in all Denmarke 
 But hee's an arrant knaue. 
 <S {Hora.}> There needes no Ghost my Lord, come from the graue  
 To tell vs this. 
 <S {Ham.}> Why right, you are in the right, 
 And so without more circumstance at all 
 I hold it fit that we shake hands and part, 
 You, as your busines and desire shall poynt you, 
 For euery man hath busines and desire 
 Such as it is, and for my owne poore part  
 I will goe pray. 
 <S {Hora.}> These are but wilde and whurling words my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> I am sorry they offend you hartily, 
 Yes faith hartily.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> There's no offence my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Yes by Saint {Patrick} but there is {Horatio}, 
 And much offence #to, touching this vision heere, 
 It is an honest Ghost that let me tell you, 
 For your desire to knowe what is betweene vs 
 Oremastret as you may, and now good friends, 
 As you are friends, schollers, and souldiers, 
 Giue me one poore request.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> What i'st my Lord, we will. 
 <S {Ham.}> Neuer make knowne what you haue seene to night. 
 <S {Booth.}> My Lord we will not.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Nay but swear't. 
 <S {Hora.}> In faith my Lord not I. 
 <S {Mar.}> Nor I my Lord in faith. 
<P D4v>
 <S ##{Ham.}> Vppon my sword.  
 <S ##{Mar.}> We haue sworne my Lord already. 
 <S {Ham.}> Indeede vppon my sword, indeed. 
 <S {#Ghost cries vnder the Stage.}>  
 <S ##{Ghost.}> Sweare. 
 <S {Ham.}> Ha, ha, boy, say'st thou so, art thou there trupenny? 
 Come on, you heare this fellowe in the Sellerige,  
 Consent to sweare. 
 <S {Hora.}> Propose the oath my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene  
 Sweare by my sword. 
  
 <S {Ghost.}> Sweare. 
 <S {Ham.} {Hic, & vbique}>, then weele shift our ground: 
 Come hether Gentlemen  
 And lay your hands againe vpon my sword, 
 Sweare by my sword  
 Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard. 
 <S {Ghost.}> Sweare by his sword. 
 <S {Ham.}> Well sayd olde Mole, can'st work i'th earth so fast, 
 A worthy Pioner, once more remooue good friends. 
 <S {Hora.}> O day and night, but this is wondrous strange. 
 <S {Ham.}> And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome, 
 There are more things in heauen and earth {Horatio} 
 Then are dream't of in your philosophie, but come 
 Heere as before, neuer so helpe you mercy, 
 (How strange or odde so mere I beare my selfe, 
 As I perchance heereafter  shall thinke meet, 
 To put an Anticke disposition on 
 That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall 
 With armes incombred thus, or this head shake, 
 Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull phrase, 
 As well, well, we knowe, or we could #and if we would, 
 Or if we list to speake, or there be #and if they might, 
 Or such ambiguous giuing out, to note) 
 That you knowe ought of me, this doe sweare, 
 So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you. 
 <S {Ghost.}> Sweare.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so Gentlemen, 
 With#all my loue I doe commend me to you, 
<P E1><C Y>
 And what so poore a man as {Hamlet} is, 
 May doe t'#expresse his loue and frending to you 
 God willing shall not lack, let vs goe in together, 
 And still your fingers on your lips I pray, 
 The time is out of ioynt, o cursed spight  
 That euer I was borne to set it right. 
 Nay come, lets goe together.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter old Polonius, with his man or two.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> Giue him this money, and these notes {Reynaldo.}  
 <S ##{Rey.}> I will my Lord. 
 <S {Pol.}> You shall doe meruiles wisely good {Reynaldo}, 
 Before you visite him, to make inquire  
 Of his behauiour. 
 <S {Rey.}> My Lord, I did intend it. 
 <S {Pol.}> Mary well said, very well said; looke you sir, 
 Enquire me first what Danskers are in Parris, 
 And how, and who, what meanes, and where they keepe, 
 What companie, at what expence, and finding  
 By this encompasment, and drift of question 
 That they doe know my sonne, come you more neerer 
 Then your perticular demaunds will tuch it, 
 Take you as t'were some distant knowledge of him, 
 As thus, I know his father, and his friends, 
 And in part him, doe you marke this {Reynaldo}?  
 <S ##{Rey.}> #I, very well my Lord. 
 <S {Pol.}> And in part him, but you may say, not well, 
 But yf't be he I meane, hee's very wilde, 
 Adicted so and so, and there put on him 
 What forgeries you please, marry none so ranck 
 As may dishonour him, take heede of that, 
 But sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips, 
 As are companions noted and most knowne  
 To youth and libertie. 
 <S {Rey.}> As gaming my Lord.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> #I, or drinking, fencing, swearing, 
 Quarrelling, drabbing, you may goe so far. 
 <S {Rey.}> My Lord, that would dishonour him, 
 <S {Pol.}> Fayth as you may season it in the charge. 
<P E1v>
 You must not put another scandell on him, 
 That he is open to incontinencie, 
 That's not my meaning, but breath his faults so queintly 
 That they may seeme the taints of libertie, 
 The flash and out-#breake of a fierie mind, 
 A sauagenes in vnreclamed blood,  
 Of generall assault. 
 <S {Rey.}> But my good Lord.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> Wherefore should you doe this? 
 <S {Rey.}> #I my Lord, I would know that. 
 <S {Pol.}> Marry sir, heer's my drift, 
 And I belieue it is a fetch of wit, 
 You laying these slight sallies on my sonne 
 As t'were a thing a little soyld with working, 
 Marke you, your partie in conuerse, him you would sound 
 Hauing euer seene in the prenominat crimes 
 The youth you breath of guiltie, be assur'd 
 He closes with you in this consequence, 
 Good sir, (or so,) of friend, or gentleman, 
 According to the phrase, or the addition  
 Of man and country. 
 <S {Rey.}> Very good my Lord. 
 <S {Pol.}> And then sir doos #a this, #a doos, what was I about to say? 
 By the masse I was about to say something,  
 Where did I leaue? 
 <S {Rey.}> At closes in the consequence. 
 <S {Pol.}> At closes in the consequence, #I marry, 
 He closes thus, I know the gentleman, 
 I saw him yesterday, or th'#other day, 
 Or then, or then, with such or such, and as you say, 
 There was #a gaming there, or tooke in's rowse, 
 There falling out at Tennis, or perchance 
 I saw him enter such a house of sale, 
 Videlizet, a brothell, or so foorth, see you now, 
 Your bait of falshood take this carpe of truth, 
 And thus doe we of wisedome, and of reach, 
 With windlesses, and with  assaies of bias,  
 By indirections find directions out, 
 So by my former lecture and aduise 
<P E2>
 Shall you my sonne; you haue me, haue you not?  
 <S ##{Rey.}> My Lord, I haue. 
 <S {Pol.}> God buy ye, far ye well.  
 <S ##{Rey.}> Good my Lord. 
 <S {Pol.}> Obserue his inclination in your selfe.  
 <S ##{Rey.}> I shall my lord. 
 <S {Pol.}> And let him ply his musique.  
 <S ##{Rey.}> Well my Lord.  <D {Exit Rey.}> 
 <D {Enter Ophelia.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> Farewell. How now {Ophelia},  whats the matter? 
 <S {Oph.}> O my Lord, my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted. 
 <S {Pol.}> With what i'th name of God? 
 <S {Ophe.}> My Lord, as I was sowing in my closset, 
 Lord {Hamlet} with his doublet all vnbrac'd, 
 No hat vpon his head, his stockings fouled, 
 Vngartred, and downe gyued to his ancle, 
 Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, 
 And with a looke so pittious in purport 
 As if he had been loosed out of #hell 
 To speake of horrors, he comes before me. 
 <S {Pol.}> Mad for thy loue? 
 <S {Oph.}> My lord I doe not know,  
 But truly I doe feare it. 
 <S {Pol.}> What said he?  
 <S ##{Oph.}> He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard, 
 Then goes he to the length of all his arme, 
 And with his other hand thus ore his brow, 
 He falls to such perusall of my face 
 As #a would draw it, long stayd he so, 
 At last, a little shaking of mine arme, 
 And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe, 
 He raisd a sigh so pittious and profound 
 As it did seeme to shatter all his bulke, 
 And end his #beeing; that done, he lets me goe, 
 And with his head ouer his shoulder turn'd 
 Hee seem'd to find his way without his eyes, 
 For out #a#doores he went without theyr helps, 
 And to the last bended their light on me. 
<P E2v>
 <S ##{Pol.}> Come, goe with mee, I will goe seeke the King, 
 This is the very extacie of loue, 
 Whose violent propertie fordoos it selfe, 
 And leades the #will to desperat vndertakings 
 As oft as any passions vnder heauen 
 That dooes afflict our natures: I am sorry, 
 What, haue you giuen him any hard words of late? 
 <S {Oph.}> No my good Lord, but as you did commaund 
 I did repell his letters, and denied  
 His accesse to me. 
 <S {Pol.}> That hath made him mad. 
 I am sorry, that with better heede and iudgement 
 I had not coted him, I fear'd he did but trifle 
 And meant to wrack thee, but beshrow my Ielousie: 
 By heauen it is as proper to our age 
 To cast beyond our selues in our opinions, 
 As it is common for the younger sort 
 To lack discretion; come, goe we to the King, 
 This must be knowne, which beeing kept close, might moue 
 More griefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue, 
 !Come.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <S {Florish.}> <D {Enter King and Queene, Rosencraus and}>  
 <S {Guyldensterne.}> 
 <S {King.}> Welcome deere {Rosencraus}, and {Guyldensterne}, 
 Moreouer, that we much did long to see you, 
 The need we haue to vse you did prouoke 
 Our hastie sending, something haue you heard  
 Of {Hamlets} transformation, so call it, 
 Sith nor th'#exterior, nor the inward man  
 Resembles that it was, what it should be, 
 More then his fathers death, that thus hath put him 
 So much from th'#vnderstanding of himselfe 
 I cannot dreame of: I entreate you both 
 That beeing of so young dayes brought vp with him, 
 And sith so nabored to his youth and hauior, 
 That you voutsafe your rest heere in our Court 
 Some little time, so by your companies 
 To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather 
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 So much as from occasion you may gleane, 
 !Whether ought to vs vnknowne afflicts him thus, 
 That opend lyes within our remedie. 
 <S {Quee.}> Good gentlemen, he hath much talkt of you, 
 And sure I am, two men there is not liuing 
 To whom he more adheres, if it will please you 
 To shew vs so much gentry and good #will, 
 As to expend your time with vs #a while, 
 For the supply and profit of our hope, 
 Your visitation shall receiue such thanks  
 As fits a Kings remembrance. 
  
 <S {Ros.}> Both your Maiesties  
 Might by the soueraigne power you haue of vs, 
 Put your dread pleasures more into commaund  
 Then to entreatie. 
 <S {Guyl.}> But we both obey,  
 And heere giue vp our selues in the full bent, 
 To lay our seruice freely at your feete  
 To be commaunded. 
 <S {King.}> Thanks {Rosencraus}, and gentle {Guyldensterne.} 
 <S {Quee.}> Thanks {Guyldensterne}, and gentle {Rosencraus.} 
 And I beseech you instantly to visite 
 My too much changed sonne, goe some of you 
 And bring these gentlemen where {Hamlet} is. 
 <S {Guyl.}> Heauens make our presence and our practices  
 Pleasant and helpfull to him.  
 <S ##{Quee.}> #I Amen.  <D {Exeunt Ros. and Guyld.}> 
 <D {Enter Polonius.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> Th'#embassadors from {Norway} my good Lord,  
 Are ioyfully returnd. 
 <S {King.}> Thou still hast been the father of good newes. 
 <S {Pol.}> Haue I my Lord? I assure my good Liege 
 I hold my dutie as I hold my soule, 
 Both to my God, and to my gracious King; 
 And I doe thinke, or els this braine of mine 
 Hunts not the trayle of policie so sure 
 As it hath vsd to doe, that I haue found  
 The very cause of {Hamlets} lunacie.  
 <S {King.}> O speake of that, that doe I long to heare. 
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 <S ##{Pol.}> Giue first admittance to th'#embassadors, 
 My newes shall be the fruite to that great feast. 
 <S {King.}> Thy selfe doe grace to them, and bring them in. 
 He tells me my deere {Gertrard} he hath found 
 The head and source of all your sonnes distemper. 
 <S {Quee.}> I doubt it is no other but the maine 
 His fathers death, and our hastie marriage. 
 <D {Enter Embassadors.}> 
 <S {King.}> Well, we shall sift him, welcome my good friends, 
 Say {Voltemand}, what from our brother {Norway}? 
 <S {Vol.}> Most faire returne of greetings and desires; 
 Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse 
 His Nephews leuies, which to him appeard  
 To be a preparation gainst the {Pollacke}, 
 But better lookt into, he truly found  
 It was against your highnes, whereat greeu'd 
 That so his sicknes, age, and impotence 
 Was falsly borne in hand, sends out arrests 
 On {Fortenbrasse}, which he in breefe obeyes, 
 Receiues rebuke from {Norway}, and in fine, 
 Makes vow before his Vncle neuer more 
 To giue th'#assay of Armes against your Maiestie: 
 Whereon old {Norway} ouercome with ioy, 
 Giues him threescore thousand crownes in anuall fee, 
 And his commission to imploy those souldiers 
 So leuied (as before) against the {Pollacke}, 
 With an entreatie heerein further shone, 
 That it might please you to giue quiet passe 
 Through your dominions for this enterprise 
 On such regards of safety and allowance  
 As therein are set downe. 
 <S {King.}> It likes vs well,  
 And at our more considered time, wee'le read, 
 Answer, and thinke vpon this busines: 
 Meane time, we thanke you for your well tooke labour, 
 Goe to your rest, at night weele feast together, 
 Most welcome home.  <D {Exeunt Embassadors.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> This busines is well ended. 
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 My Liege and Maddam, to expostulate 
 What maiestie should be, what dutie is, 
 Why day is day, night, night, and time is time, 
 Were nothing but to #wast night, day, and time, 
 Therefore breuitie is the soule of wit, 
 And tediousnes the lymmes and outward florishes, 
 I will be briefe, your noble sonne is mad: 
 Mad call I it, for to define true madnes, 
 What ist but to be nothing els but mad,  
 But let that goe. 
  
 <S {Quee.}> More matter with lesse #art. 
 <S {Pol.}> Maddam, I sweare I vse no #art at all, 
 That hee's mad tis true, tis true, tis pitty, 
 And pitty tis tis true, a foolish figure, 
 But farewell it, for I will vse no #art. 
 Mad let vs graunt him then, and now remaines 
 That we find out the cause of this effect, 
 Or rather say, the cause of this defect, 
 For this effect defectiue comes by cause: 
 Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus  
 Perpend, 
 I haue a daughter, haue while she is mine, 
 Who in her dutie and obedience, marke, 
 Hath giuen me this, now gather and surmise. 
*<S {To the Celestiall and my soules Idoll, the most beau}>-{tified} 
*Ophelia, {that's an #ill phrase, a vile phrase}, 
*<S {beautified is a vile phrase, but you shall heare: thus in}>  
 <S {her excellent white bosome, these &c.}> 
 <S {Quee.}> Came this from {Hamlet} to her? 
 <S {Pol.}> Good Maddam stay awhile, I will be faithfull, 
 <S {Doubt thou the starres are fire}>,  {Letter.} 
 <S {Doubt that the Sunne doth moue}>, 
 <S {Doubt truth to be a lyer}>, 
 <S {But neuer doubt I loue.}> 
*O deere {Ophelia}, I am #ill at these numbers, I haue not #art to recken 
*my grones, but that I loue thee best, o most best belieue it, adew. 
*Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this machine is to him.  
 ({Hamlet.} 
 <S {Pol.}> This in obedience hath my daughter showne me, 
 And more about hath his solicitings 
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 As they fell out by time, by meanes, and place,  
 All giuen to mine eare. 
 <S {King.}> But how hath she receiu'd his loue? 
 <S {Pol.}> What doe you thinke of me?  
 <S ##{King.}> As of a man faithfull and honorable. 
 <S {Pol.}> I would faine proue so, but what might you thinke 
 When I had seene this hote loue on the wing, 
 As I perceiu'd it (I must tell you that) 
 Before my daughter told me, what might you, 
 Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere thinke, 
 If I had playd the Deske, or Table booke, 
 Or giuen my hart a working mute and dumbe, 
 Or lookt vppon this loue with idle sight, 
 What might you thinke? no, I went round to worke, 
 And my young Mistris thus I did bespeake, 
 Lord {Hamlet} is a Prince out of thy star, 
 This must not be: and then I prescripts gaue her 
 That she should locke her selfe from her resort, 
 Admit no messengers, receiue no tokens, 
 Which done, she tooke the fruites of my aduise: 
 And he repell'd, a short tale to make, 
 Fell into a sadnes, then into a fast, 
 Thence to a watch, thence into a weakenes, 
 Thence to lightnes, and by this declension, 
 Into the madnes wherein now he raues,  
 And all we mourne for. 
 <S {King.}> Doe you thinke this?  
 <S ##{Quee.}> It may be very like. 
 <S {Pol.}> Hath there been such a time, I would faine know that, 
 That I haue positiuely said, tis so, 
 When it proou'd otherwise?  
 <S ##{King.}> Not that I know. 
 <S {Pol.}> Take this, from this, if this be otherwise; 
 If circumstances leade me, I will finde 
 Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede  
 Within the Center. 
 <S {King.}> How may we try it further? 
 <S {Pol.}> You know sometimes he walkes foure houres together 
 Heere in the Lobby. 
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 <S ##{Quee.}> So he dooes indeede. 
 <S {Pol.}> At such a time, Ile loose my daughter to him, 
 Be you and I behind an Arras then, 
 Marke the encounter, if he loue her not, 
 And be not from his reason falne thereon 
 Let me be no assistant for a state  
 But keepe a farme and carters. 
 <S {King.}> We will try it. 
 <D {Enter Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Quee.}> But looke where sadly the poore wretch comes reading. 
*<S {Pol.}> Away, I doe beseech you both away,  <D {Exit King and Queene.}> 
 Ile bord him presently, oh giue me leaue, 
 How dooes my good Lord {Hamlet}?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Well, God #a mercy. 
 <S {Pol.}> Doe you knowe me my Lord?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Excellent well, you are a Fishmonger. 
 <S {Pol.}> Not I my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Then I would you were so honest a man. 
 <S {Pol.}> Honest my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> #I sir to be honest as this world goes, 
 Is to be one man pickt out of tenne thousand. 
 <S {Pol.}> That's very true my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> For if the sunne breede maggots in a dead dogge, being a  
 good kissing carrion. Haue you a daughter? 
 <S {Pol.}> I haue my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Let her not walke i'th Sunne, conception is a blessing, 
 But as your daughter may conceaue, friend looke to't. 
*<S {Pol.}> How say you by that, still harping on my daughter, yet hee 
*knewe me not at first, #a sayd I was a Fishmonger, #a is farre gone, 
*and truly in my youth, I suffred much extremity for loue, very 
*neere this. Ile speake to him againe. What doe you reade my  
 Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Words, words, words. 
 <S {Pol.}> What is the matter my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Betweene who. 
 <S {Pol.}> I meane the matter that you reade my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Slaunders sir; for the satericall rogue sayes heere, that old 
*men haue gray beards, that their faces are wrinckled, their eyes 
*purging thick Amber, & plumtree gum, & that they haue a plen-tifull 
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*lacke of wit, together with most weake hams, all which sir 
*though I most powerfully and potentlie belieue, yet I hold it not 
*honesty to haue it thus set downe, for your selfe sir shall growe old 
 as I am: if like a Crab you could goe backward. 
*<S {Pol.}> Though this be madnesse, yet there is method in't, will you  
 walke out of the ayre my Lord? 
 <S {Ham.}> Into my graue. 
*<S ##{Pol.}> Indeede that's out of the ayre; how pregnant sometimes 
*his replies are, a happines that often madnesse hits on, which reason 
*and sanctity could not so prosperously be deliuered of. I will leaue 
 him and my daughter. My Lord, I will take my leaue of you. 
*<S {Ham.}> You cannot take from mee any thing that I will not more 
*willingly part withall: except my life, except my life, except my  
 life.  <D {Enter Guyldersterne, and Rosencraus.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> Fare you well my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> These tedious old fooles. 
 <S {Pol.}> You goe to seeke the Lord {Hamlet}, there he is. 
 <S {Ros.}> God saue you sir. 
 <S {Guyl.}> My honor'd Lord.  
 <S ##{Ros.}> My most deere Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> My extent good friends, how doost thou {Guyldersterne}? 
 #A {Rosencraus}, good lads how doe you both? 
 <S {Ros.}> As the indifferent children of the earth. 
 <S {Guyl.}> Happy, in that we are not euer happy on Fortunes lap, 
 We are not the very button. 
 <S {Ham.}> Nor the soles of her shooe.  
 <S ##{Ros.}> Neither my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Then you liue about her #wast, or in the middle of her fa-(uors. 
 <S {Guyl.}> Faith her priuates we. 
*<S {Ham.}> In the secret parts of Fortune, oh most true, she is a strumpet, 
 What newes?  
 <S ##{Ros.}> None my Lord, but the worlds growne honest. 
 <S {Ham.}> Then is Doomes day neere, but your newes is not true; 
 But in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at {Elsonoure}? 
 <S {Ros.}> To visit you my Lord, no other occasion. 
*<S {Ham.}> Begger that I am, I am euer poore in thankes, but I thanke 
*you, and sure deare friends, my thankes are too deare a halfpeny: 
*were you not sent for? is it your owne inclining? is it a free visitati-on? 
 come, come, deale iustly with me, come, come, nay speake. 
 <S {Guy.}> What should we say my Lord? 
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*<S ##{Ham.}> Any thing but to'th purpose: you were sent for, and there is
*a kind of confession in your lookes, which your modesties haue not 
*craft enough to cullor, I know the good King and Queene haue  
 sent for you. 
 <S {Ros.}> To what end my Lord?  
*<S ##{Ham.}> That you must teach me: but let me coniure you, by the 
*rights of our fellowship,  by the consonancie of our youth, by the 
*obligation of our euer preserued loue; and by what more deare a 
*better proposer can charge you withall, bee euen and direct with 
 me whether you were sent for or no.  
 <S ##{Ros.}> What say you. 
 <S {Ham.}> Nay then I haue an eye of you? if you loue me hold not #of. 
 <S {Guyl.}> My Lord we were sent for. 
*<S {Ham.}> I will tell you why, so shall my anticipation preuent your 
*discouery, your secrecie to the King & Queene moult no fea-ther, 
*I haue of late, but wherefore I knowe not, lost all my mirth, 
*forgon all custome of exercises: and indeede it goes so heauily with 
*my disposition, that this goodly frame the earth, seemes to mee a 
*sterill promontorie, this most excellent Canopie the ayre, looke 
*you, this braue orechanging firmament, this maiesticall roofe fret-ted 
*with golden fire, why it appeareth nothing to me but a foule 
*and pestilent congregation of vapoures. What peece of worke is a 
*man, how noble in reason, how infinit in faculties, in forme and 
*moouing, how expresse and admirable in action, how like an An-gell 
*in apprehension, how like a God: the beautie of the world; the 
*paragon of Annimales; and yet to me, what is this Quintessence of 
*dust: man delights not me, nor women neither, though by your  
 smilling you seeme to say so. 
 <S {Ros.}> My Lord, there was no such stuffe in my thoughts. 
*<S {Ham.}> Why did yee laugh then, when I sayd man delights not me. 
*<S {Ros.}> To thinke my Lord if you delight not in man, what Lenton 
*entertainment the players shall receaue from you, we coted them 
 on the way, and hether are they comming to offer you seruice. 
*<S {Ham.}> He that playes the King shal be welcome, his Maiestie shal 
*haue tribute on me, the aduenterous Knight shall vse his foyle and 
*target, the Louer shall not sigh gratis, the humorus Man shall end 
*his part in peace, and the Lady shall say her minde freely: or the 
 blanck verse shall hault for't. What players are they? 
*<S {Ros.}> Euen those you were wont to take such delight in, the Trage-dians 
 of the Citty. 
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*<S ##{Ham.}> How chances it they trauaile? their residence both in repu-tation,and 
 profit was better both wayes. 
*<S {Ros.}> I thinke their inhibition, comes by the meanes of the late  
 innouasion. 
*<S {Ham.}> Doe they hold the same estimation they did when I was in  
 the Citty; are they so followed. 
 <S {Ros.}> No indeede are they not. 
*<S {Ham.}> It is not very strange, for my Vncle is King of Denmarke, and 
*those that would make mouths at him while my father liued, giue 
*twenty, fortie, fifty, a hundred duckets #a peece for his Picture 
*in little, s'bloud there is somthing in this more then naturall, if 
 Philosophie could find it out.  {A Florish.} 
  
 <S {Guyl.}> There are the players. 
*<S {Ham.}> Gentlemen you are welcome to {Elsonoure}, your hands come 
*then, th'#appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremonie; let 
*mee comply with you in this garb: let me extent to the players, 
*which I tell you must showe fairely outwards, should more ap-peare 
*like entertainment then yours? you are welcome: but my 
 vncle-#father, and Aunt-#mother, are deceaued.  
 <S ##{Guyl.}> In what my deare Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> I am but mad North North west; when the wind is Sou-therly, 
 I knowe a Hauke, from a hand saw. 
 <D {Enter Polonius.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> Well be with you Gentlemen. 
*<S {Ham.}> Harke you {Guyldensterne}, and you #to, at each eare a hearer, 
 that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swadling clouts. 
*<S {Ros.}> Happily he is the second time come to them, for they say an  
 old man is twice a child. 
*<S {Ham.}> I will prophecy, he comes to tell me of the players, mark it, 
 You say right sir, #a Monday morning, t'was  then indeede. 
 <S {Pol.}> My Lord I haue newes to tell you. 
*<S {Ham.}> My Lord I haue newes to tel you: when {Rossius} was an Actor  
 in rome.  
 <S {Pol.}> The Actors are come hether my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Buz, buz.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> Vppon my honor. 
 <S {Ham.}> Then came each Actor on his Asse. 
*<S {Pol.}> The best actors in the world, either for Tragedie, Comedy, 
*History, Pastorall, Pastorall Comicall, Historicall Pastorall, scene 
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*indeuidible, or Poem vnlimited, {Sceneca} cannot be too heauy, nor
*{Plautus} too light for the lawe of writ, and the liberty: these are the  
 only 
 men. 
 <S {Ham.}> O {Ieptha} Iudge of Israell, what a treasure had'st thou? 
 <S {Pol.}> What a treasure had he my Lord? 
*<S {Ham.}> Why one faire daughter and no more, the which he loued  
 passing well. 
 <S {Pol.}> Still on my daughter. 
 <S {Ham.}> Am I not i'th right old {Ieptha}? 
*<S {Pol.}> If you call me {Ieptha} my Lord, I haue a daughter that I loue  
 (passing well. 
 <S {Ham.}> Nay that followes not. 
 <S {Pol.}> What followes then my lord? 
*<S {Ham.}> Why as by lot God wot, and then you knowe it came to 
*passe, as most like it was; the first rowe of the pious chanson will 
 showe you more, for looke where my abridgment comes. 
 <D {Enter the Players.}> 
*<S {Ham.}> You are welcome maisters, welcome all, I am glad to see thee 
*well, welcome good friends, oh old friend, why thy face is va-lanct 
*since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard me in Denmark? 
*what my young Lady and mistris, by lady your Ladishippe is 
*nerer to heauen, then when I saw you last by the altitude of a 
*chopine, pray God your voyce like a peece of vncurrant gold, 
*bee not crackt within the ring: maisters you are all welcome, 
*weele ento't like friendly Faukners, fly at any thing we see, 
*weele haue a speech straite, come giue vs a tast of your quality, 
 come a passionate speech. 
 <S {Player.}> What speech my good Lord? 
*<S {Ham.}> I heard thee speake me a speech once, but it was neuer acted, 
*or if it was, not aboue once, for the play I remember pleasd not 
*the million, t'was cauiary to the generall, but it was as I receaued 
*it & others, whose iudgements in such matters cried in the top 
*of mine, an excellent play, well digested in the scenes, set downe 
*with as much modestie as cunning. I remember one sayd there 
*were no sallets in the lines, to make the matter sauory, nor no 
*matter in the phrase that might indite the author of affection, 
*but cald it an honest method, as wholesome as sweete, & by very 
*much, more handsome then fine: one speech in't I chiefely loued, 
*t'was {Aeneas} talke to {Dido}, & there about of it especially when he 
*speakes of {Priams} slaughter, if it liue in your memory begin at 
*this line, let me see, let me see, the rugged {Pirhus} like Th'#ircanian 
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*beast, tis not so, it beginnes with {Pirrhus}, the rugged {Pirrhus}, he whose  
 sable Armes, 
 Black as his purpose did the night resemble, 
 When he lay couched in th'#omynous horse, 
 Hath now this dread and black complection smeard, 
 With heraldy more dismall head to foote, 
 Now is he totall Gules horridly trickt 
 With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes, 
 Bak'd and empasted with the parching streetes 
 That lend a tirranus and a damned light 
 To their Lords murther, rosted in wrath and fire, 
 And thus ore-#cised with coagulate gore, 
 With eyes like Carbunkles, the hellish {Phirrhus} 
 old grandsire {Priam} seekes; so proceede you. 
*<S {Pol.}> Foregod my Lord well spoken, with good accent and good  
 (discretion. 
 <S {Play.}> Anon he finds him, 
 Striking too short at Greekes, his anticke sword 
 Rebellious to his arme, lies where it fals, 
 Repugnant to commaund; vnequall matcht, 
 <S {Pirrhus}>  at {Priam} driues, in rage strikes wide, 
 But with the whiffe and winde of his fell sword,  
 Th'#vnnerued father fals: 
 Seeming to feele this blowe, with flaming top 
 Stoopes to his base; and with a hiddious crash 
 Takes prisoner {Pirrhus} eare, for loe his sword 
 Which was declining on the milkie head 
 Of reuerent {Priam}, seemd i'th ayre to stick, 
 So as a painted tirant {Pirrhus} stood 
 Like a newtrall to his #will and matter,  
 Did nothing: 
 But as we often see against some storme, 
 A silence in the heauens, the racke stand still, 
 The bold winds speechlesse, and the orbe belowe 
 As hush as death, anon the dreadfull thunder 
 Doth rend the region, so after {Pirrhus} pause, 
 A rowsed vengeance sets him new #a worke, 
 And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall, 
 On {Marses} Armor forg'd for proofe eterne, 
 With lesse remorse then {Pirrhus} bleeding sword  
 Now falls on {Priam.} 
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 Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods, 
 In generall sinod take away her power, 
 Breake all the spokes, and follies from her wheele, 
 And boule the round naue downe the hill of heauen  
 As lowe as to the fiends. 
 <S {Pol.}> This is too long. 
*<S {Ham.}> It shall to the barbers with your beard: prethee say on, he's 
*for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleepes, say on, come to {Hecuba.} 
 <S {Play.}> But who, #a woe, had seene the mobled Queene, 
 <S {Ham.}> The mobled Queene.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> Thats good. 
 <S {Play.}> Runne barefoote vp and downe, threatning the flames 
 With {Bison} rheume, a clout vppon that head 
 Where late the Diadem stood, and for a robe, 
 About her lanck and all ore-#teamed loynes, 
 A blancket in the alarme of feare caught vp, 
 Who this had seene, with tongue in venom steept, 
 Gainst fortunes state would treason haue pronounst; 
 But if the gods themselues did see her then, 
 When she saw {Pirrhus} make malicious sport 
 In mincing with his sword her husband limmes, 
 The instant burst of clamor that she made, 
 Vnlesse things mortall mooue them not at all, 
 Would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen  
 And passion in the gods. 
*<S {Pol.}> Looke where he has not turnd his cullour, and has teares in's  
 eyes, prethee no more. 
 <S {Ham.}> Tis well, Ile haue thee speake out the rest of this soone, 
*Good my lord will you see the players well bestowed; doe you 
*heare, let them be well vsed, for they are the abstract and breefe 
*Chronicles of the time; after your death you were better haue a 
 bad Epitaph then their #ill report while you liue. 
 <S {Pol.}> My Lord, I will vse them according to their desert. 
*<S {Ham.}> Gods bodkin man, much better, vse euery man after his de-sert, 
*& who shall scape whipping, vse them after your owne honor 
*and dignity, the lesse they deserue the more merrit is in your boun-ty. 
 Take them in.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> Come sirs. 
*<S {Ham.}> Follow him friends, weele heare a play to morrowe, dost thou 
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 heare me old friend, can you play the murther of {Gonzago}?  
 <S ##{Play.}> #I my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Weele hate to morrowe night, you could for neede study 
*a speech of some dosen lines, or sixteene lines, which I would set 
 downe and insert in't, could you not?  
 <S ##{Play.}> #I my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Very well, followe that Lord, & looke you mock him not. 
*My good friends, Ile leaue you tell night, you are welcome to {Elson}-{oure}. 
 <D {Exeunt Pol. and Players.}> 
 <S {Ros.}> Good my Lord.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> #I so God buy to you, now I am alone, 
 O what a rogue and pesant slaue am I. 
 Is it not monstrous that this player heere 
 But in a fixion, in a dreame of passion 
 Could force his soule so to his owne conceit 
 That from her working all the visage wand, 
 Teares in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, 
 A broken voyce, and his whole function suting 
 With formes to his conceit; and all for nothing, 
 For {Hecuba.}  
 What's {Hecuba} to him, or he to her, 
 That he should weepe for her? what would he doe 
 Had he the motiue, and that for passion 
 That I haue? he would drowne the stage with teares, 
 And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech, 
 Make mad the guilty, and appale the free, 
 Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeede 
 The very faculties of eyes and eares; yet I, 
 A dull and muddy metteld raskall peake, 
 Like Iohn-#a-#dreames, vnpregnant of my cause, 
 And can say nothing; no not for a King, 
 Vpon whose property and most deare life, 
 A damn'd defeate was made: am I a coward, 
 Who cals me villaine, breakes my pate #a crosse, 
 Pluckes off my beard, and blowes it in my face, 
 Twekes me by the nose, giues me the lie i'th thraote 
 As deepe as to the lunges, who does me this, 
 Hah s'wounds I should take it: for it cannot be 
 But I am pidgion liuerd, and lack gall 
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 To make oppression bitter, or ere this 
 I should #a  fatted all the region kytes 
 With this slaues offall,  bloody, baudy villaine, 
 Remorslesse, trecherous, lecherous, kindlesse villaine. 
 Why what an Asse am I, this is most braue, 
 That I the sonne of a deere murthered, 
 Prompted to my reuenge by heauen and #hell, 
 Must like a whore vnpacke my hart with words, 
 And fall #a  cursing like a very drabbe; a stallyon,  fie vppont, foh. 
 About my braines; hum, I haue heard, 
 That guilty creatures sitting at a play, 
 Haue by the very cunning of the scene, 
 Beene strooke so to the soule, that presently 
 They haue proclaim'd their malefactions: 
 For murther, though it haue no tongue will speake 
 With most miraculous organ: Ile haue these Players 
 Play something like the murther of my father 
 Before mine Vncle, Ile obserue his lookes, 
 Ile tent him to the quicke, if #a  doe blench 
 I know my course. The spirit that I haue seene 
 May be a deale, and the deale hath power 
 T'#assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps, 
 Out of my weakenes, and my melancholy, 
 As he is very potent with such spirits, 
 Abuses me to damne me; Ile haue grounds 
 More relatiue then this, the play's the thing 
 Wherein Ile catch the conscience of the King. <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencraus, Guyl}>-{densterne, 
 Lords.} 
 <S {King.}> And can you by no drift of conference 
 Get from him why he puts on this confusion, 
 Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet  
 With turbulent and dangerous lunacie? 
 <S {Ros.}> He dooes confesse he feeles himselfe distracted, 
 But from what cause, #a  will by no meanes speake. 
 <S {Guyl.}> Nor doe we find him forward to be sounded, 
 But with a craftie madnes keepes aloofe 
 When we would bring him on to some confession 
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 Of his true state. 
 <S {Quee.}> Did he receiue you well?  
 <S ##{Ros.}> Most like a gentleman. 
 <S {Guyl.}> But with much forcing of his disposition. 
 <S {Ros.}> Niggard of question, but of our demaunds  
 Most free in his reply. 
 <S {Quee.}> Did you assay him to any pastime? 
 <S {Ros.}> Maddam, it so fell out that certaine Players 
 We ore-#raught on the way, of these we told him, 
 And there did seeme in him a kind of ioy 
 To heare of it: they are heere about the Court, 
 And as I thinke, they haue already order  
 This night to play before him. 
  
 <S {Pol.}> Tis most true, 
 And he beseecht me to intreat your Maiesties  
 To heare and see the matter. 
 <S {King.}> With all my hart,  
 And it doth much content me 
 To heare him so inclin'd. 
 Good gentlemen giue him a further edge, 
 And driue his purpose into these delights. 
 <S {Ros.}> We shall my Lord.  <D {Exeunt Ros. & Guyl.}> 
 <S {King.}> Sweet {Gertrard}, leaue vs two, 
 For we haue closely sent for {Hamlet} hether, 
 That he as t'were by accedent, may heere  
 Affront {Ophelia}; her father and my selfe, 
 Wee'le so bestow our selues, that seeing vnseene, 
 We may of their encounter franckly iudge, 
 And gather by him as he is behau'd, 
 Ift be th'#affliction  of his loue or no  
 That thus he suffers for. 
 <S {Quee.}> I shall obey you. 
 And for your part {Ophelia}, I doe wish  
 That your good beauties be the happy cause 
 Of {Hamlets} wildnes, so shall I hope your vertues, 
 Will bring him to his wonted way againe,  
 To both your honours. 
 <S {Oph.}> maddam, I wish it may. 
 <S {Pol.} {Ophelia}> walke you heere, gracious so please you, 
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 We will bestow our selues; reade on this booke, 
 That show of such an exercise may cullour 
 Your lowlines; we are oft #too  blame in this, 
 Tis too much proou'd, that with deuotions visage 
 And pious action, we doe sugar ore  
 The deuill himselfe. 
 <S {King.}> O tis too true, 
 How smart a lash that speech doth giue my conscience. 
 The harlots cheeke beautied with plastring #art, 
 Is not more ougly to the thing that helps it, 
 Then is my deede to my most painted word:  
 O heauy burthen. 
 <D {Enter Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> I heare him comming, with-#draw my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> To be, or not to be, that is the question, 
 Whether tis nobler in the minde to suffer 
 The slings and arrowes of outragious fortune, 
 Or to take Armes against a sea of troubles, 
 And by opposing, end them, to die to sleepe 
 No more, and by a sleepe, to say we end 
 The hart-#ake, and the thousand naturall shocks 
 That flesh is heire to; tis a consumation 
 Deuoutly to be wisht to die to sleepe, 
 To sleepe, perchance to dreame, #I there's the rub, 
 For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come 
 When we haue shuffled off this mortall coyle 
 Must giue vs pause, there's the respect  
 That makes calamitie of so long life:  
 For who would beare the whips and scornes of time, 
 Th'#oppressors wrong, the proude mans contumely, 
 The pangs of despiz'd loue, the lawes delay, 
 The insolence of office, and the spurnes  
 That patient merrit of th'#vnworthy takes, 
 When he himselfe might his quietas make 
 With a bare bodkin; who would fardels beare,  
 To grunt and sweat vnder a wearie life, 
 But that the dread of something after death, 
 The vndiscouer'd country, from whose borne 
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 No trauiler returnes, puzzels the #will, 
 And makes vs rather beare those ills we haue, 
 Then flie to others that we know not of. 
 Thus conscience dooes make cowards, 
 And thus the natiue hiew of resolution 
 Is sickled ore with the pale cast of thought, 
 And enterprises of great pitch and moment, 
 With this regard theyr currents turne awry, 
 And loose the name of action. Soft you now, 
 The faire {Ophelia}, Nimph in thy orizons  
 Be all my sinnes remembred. 
 <S {Oph.}> Good my Lord,  
 How dooes your honour for this many a day? 
 <S {Ham.}> I humbly thanke you well. 
 <S {Oph.}> My Lord, I haue remembrances of yours 
 That I haue longed long to redeliuer, 
 I pray you now receiue them. 
 <S {Ham.}> No, not I, I neuer gaue you ought. 
 <S {Oph.}> My honor'd Lord, you know right well you did, 
 And with them words of so sweet breath composd 
 As made these things more rich, their perfume lost, 
 Take these againe, for to the noble mind 
 Rich gifts wax poore when giuers prooue vnkind,  
 There my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Ha, ha, are you honest.  
 <S ##{Oph.}> My Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Are you faire?  
 <S ##{Oph.}> What meanes your Lordship? 
 <S {Ham.}> That if you be honest & faire, you should admit  
 no discourse to your beautie. 
 <S {Oph.}> Could beauty my Lord haue better comerse  
 Then with honestie? 
*<S {Ham.}> #I truly, for the power of beautie will sooner transforme ho-nestie 
*from what it is to a bawde, then the force of honestie can trans-late 
*beautie into his likenes, this was sometime a paradox, but now the  
 time giues it proofe, I did loue you once. 
 <S {Oph.}> Indeed my Lord you made me belieue so. 
 <S {Ham.}> You should not haue beleeu'd me, for vertue cannot so 
 enoculat our old stock, but we shall relish of it, I loued you not. 
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 <S ##{Oph.}> I was the more deceiued. 
*<S {Ham.}> Get thee a Nunry, why would'st thou be a breeder of sin-ners, 
*I am my selfe indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse mee of 
*such things, that it were better my Mother had not borne mee: I am 
*very proude, reuengefull, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, 
*then  I haue thoughts to put them in, imagination to giue them shape, 
*or time to act them in: what should such fellowes as I do crauling be-tweene 
*earth and heauen, wee are arrant knaues, beleeue none of vs, 
  
 goe thy waies to a Nunry. Where's your father?  
 <S ##{Oph.}> At home my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Let the doores be shut vpon him, 
 That he may play foole no where but in's owne house,  
 Farewell. 
 <S {Oph.}> O helpe him you sweet heauens. 
*<S {Ham.}> If thou doost marry, Ile giue thee this plague for thy dow-rie, 
*be thou as chast as yce, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape ca-lumny; 
*get thee to a Nunry, farewell. Or if thou wilt needes marry, 
*marry a foole, for wise men knowe well enough what monsters you 
 make of them: to a Nunry goe, and quickly #to, farewell. 
 <S {Oph.}> Heauenly powers restore him. 
*<S {Ham.}> I haue heard of your paintings well enough, God hath gi-uen 
*you one face, and you make your selfes another, you gig & am-ble, 
*and you list you nickname Gods creatures, and make your wan-tonnes 
*ignorance; goe to, Ile no more on't, it hath made me madde, 
*I say we will haue no mo marriage, those that are married alreadie, all 
*but one shall liue, the rest shall keep as they are: to a Nunry go. <D {Exit.}> 
 <S {Oph.}> O what a noble mind is heere orethrowne! 
 The Courtiers, souldiers, schollers, eye, tongue, sword, 
 Th'#expectation, and Rose of the faire state, 
 The glasse of fashion, and the mould of forme, 
 Th'#obseru'd of all obseruers, quite quite downe, 
 And I of Ladies most deiect and wretched, 
 That suckt the honny of his musickt vowes, 
 Now see what noble and most soueraigne reason 
 Like sweet bells iangled out of time, and harsh, 
 That vnmatcht forme, and stature of blowne youth  
 Blasted with extacie, o woe is mee 
 T'haue seene what I haue seene, see what I see.  <D {Exit.}> 
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 <D {Enter King and Polonius.}> 
 <S {King.}> Loue, his affections doe not that way tend, 
 Nor what he spake, though it lackt forme a little, 
 Was not like madnes, there's something in his soule 
 Ore which his melancholy sits on brood, 
 And I doe doubt, the hatch and the disclose  
 Will be some danger; which for to preuent, 
 I haue in quick determination  
 Thus set it downe: he shall with speede to {England}, 
 For the demaund of our neglected tribute, 
 Haply the seas, and countries different,  
 With variable obiects, shall expell 
 This something setled matter in his hart, 
 Whereon his braines still beating  
 Puts him thus from fashion of himselfe. 
 What thinke you on't?  
 <S ##{Pol.}> It shall doe well. 
 But yet doe I belieue the origin and comencement of his greefe, 
 Sprung from neglected loue: How now {Ophelia}? 
 You neede not tell vs what Lord {Hamlet} said, 
 We heard it all: my Lord, doe as you please, 
 But if you hold it fit, after the play, 
 Let his Queene-#mother all alone intreate him 
 To show his griefe, let her be round with him, 
 And Ile be plac'd (so please you) in the eare 
 Of all their conference, if she find him not, 
 To {England} send him: or confine him where  
 Your wisedome best shall thinke. 
 <S {King.}> It shall be so,  
 Madnes in great ones must not vnmatcht goe.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter Hamlet, and three of the Players.}> 
*<S {Ham.}> Speake the speech I pray you as I pronounc'd it to you, trip-pingly 
*on the tongue, but if you mouth it as many of our players do, 
*I had as liue the towne cryer spoke my lines, nor doe not saw the ayre 
*too much with your hand thus, but vse all gently, for in the very tor-rent 
*tempest, and as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must 
*acquire and beget a temperance, that may giue it smoothnesse, o it 
*offends mee to the soule, to heare a robustious perwig-#pated fellowe 
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*tere a passion to totters, to very rags, to spleet the eares of the ground-lings, 
*who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplica-ble, 
*dumbe showes, and noyse: I would haue such a fellow whipt for 
*ore-#dooing Termagant, it out Herods Herod, pray you auoyde  it. 
 <S {Player.}> I warrant your honour. 
*<S {Hamlet.}> Be not too tame neither, but let your owne discretion be 
*your tutor, sute the action to the word, the word to the action, with 
*this speciall obseruance, that you ore-#steppe not the modestie of na-ture: 
*For any thing so ore-#doone, is from the purpose of playing, 
*whose end both at the first, and nowe, was and is, to holde as twere 
*the Mirrour vp to nature, to shew vertue her feature; scorne her own 
*Image, and the very age and body of the time his forme and pressure: 
*Now this ouer-#done, or come tardie off, though it makes the vnskil-full 
*laugh, cannot but make the iudicious greeue, the censure of 
*which one, must in your allowance ore-#weigh a whole Theater of o-thers. 
*O there be Players that I haue seene play, and heard others 
*praysd, and that highly, not to speake it prophanely, that neither ha-uing 
*th'#accent of Christians, nor the gate of Christian, Pagan, nor 
*man, haue so strutted & bellowed, that I haue thought some of Na-tures 
*Iornimen had made men, and not made them well, they imita-ted 
 humanitie so abhominably. 
 <S {Player.}> I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with vs. 
*<S {Ham.}> O reforme it altogether, and let those that play your clownes 
*speake no more then is set downe for them, for there be of them that 
*wil themselues  laugh, to set on some quantitie of barraine spectators 
*to laugh #to, though in the meane time, some necessary question of 
*the play be then to be considered, that's villanous, and shewes a most 
*pittifull ambition in the foole that vses it: goe make you readie. How 
 now my Lord, will the King heare this peece of worke? 
 <D {Enter Polonius, Guyldensterne, & Rosencraus.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> And the Queene #to, and that presently. 
*<S {Ham.}> Bid the Players make #hast. Will you two help to hasten the[m]. 
 <S {Ros.}> #I my Lord.  <D {Exeunt they two.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> What howe, {Horatio.}  <D {Enter Horatio.}> 
 <S {Hora.}> Heere sweet Lord, at your seruice, 
 <S {Ham.} {Horatio}>, thou art een as iust a man  
 As ere my conuersation copt withall. 
 <S {Hor.}> O my deere Lord. 
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 Nay, doe not thinke I flatter, 
 For what aduancement may I hope from thee 
 That no reuenew hast but thy good spirits 
 To feede and clothe thee, why should the poore be flatterd? 
 No, let the candied tongue licke  absurd pompe, 
 And crooke the pregnant hindges of the knee 
 Where thrift may follow fauning; doost thou heare, 
 Since my deare soule was mistris of her choice, 
 And could of men distinguish her election, 
 S'hath seald thee for herselfe, for thou hast been 
 As one in suffring all that suffers nothing, 
 A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards 
 Hast tane with equall thanks; and blest are those 
 Whose blood and iudgement are so well comedled, 
 That they are not a pype for Fortunes finger 
 To sound what stop she please: giue me that man 
 That is not passions slaue, and I will weare him 
 In my hearts core, #I in my hart of hart 
 As I doe thee. Something too much of this, 
 There is a play to night before the King, 
 One scene of it comes neere the circumstance 
 Which I haue told thee of my fathers death, 
 I prethee when thou seest that act #a foote, 
 Euen with the very comment of thy soule 
 Obserue my Vncle, if his occulted guilt 
 Doe not it selfe vnkennill in one speech, 
 It is a damned ghost that we haue seene, 
 And my imaginations are as foule 
 As {Vulcans} stithy; giue him heedfull note, 
 For I mine eyes will riuet to his face, 
 And after we will both our iudgements ioyne  
 In censure of his seeming. 
 <S {Hor.}> Well my lord.  
 If #a steale ought the whilst this play is playing 
 And scape detected, I will pay the theft. 
 <D {Enter Trumpets and Kettle Drummes, King, Queene}>,  
 <S {Polonius, Ophelia.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> They are comming to the play. I must be idle, 
<P H1>
 Get you a place. 
 <S {King.}> How fares our cosin {Hamlet}?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Excellent yfaith, 
 Of the Camelions dish, I eate the ayre, 
 Promiscram'd, you cannot feede Capons so. 
 <S {King.}> I haue nothing with this aunswer {Hamlet}, 
 These words are not mine.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> No, nor mine now my Lord. 
 You playd once i'th Vniuersitie you say, 
 <S {Pol.}> That did I my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor, 
 <S {Ham.}> What did you enact? 
 <S {Pol.}> I did enact {Iulius Caesar}, I was kild i'th Capitall, 
 <S {Brutus}> kild mee.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> It was a brute part of him to kill so capitall a calfe there, 
 Be the Players readie?  
 <S ##{Ros.}> #I  my Lord, they stay vpon your patience. 
 <S {Ger.}> Come hether my deere {Hamlet}, sit by me. 
 <S {Ham.}> No good mother, heere's mettle more attractiue. 
 <S {Pol.}> O ho, doe you marke that. 
 <S {Ham.}> Lady shall I lie in your lap?  
 <S ##{Ophe.}> No my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Doe you thinke I meant country matters?  
 <S ##{Oph.}> I thinke nothing my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> That's a fayre thought to lye betweene maydes  legs.  
 <S ##{Oph.}> What is my Lord?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Nothing. 
 <S {Oph.}> You are merry my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Who I?  
 <S ##{Oph.}> #I my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> O God your onely Iigge-#maker, what should a man do but 
*be merry, for looke you how cheerefully my mother lookes, and my 
 father died within's two howres. 
 <S {Oph.}> Nay, tis twice two months my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> So long, nay then let the deule weare blacke, for Ile haue a 
*sute of sables; o heauens, die two months agoe, and not forgotten yet, 
*then there's hope a great mans memorie may out-#liue his life halfe a 
*yeere, but ber Lady #a must build Churches then, or els shall #a suffer 
*not thinking on, with the Hobby-#horse, whose Epitaph is, for o, for 
 o, the hobby-#horse is forgot. 
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 <S {The Trumpets sounds.  Dumbe show followes.}> 
*<D {Enter a King and a Queene, the Queene embracing him, and he her, he}> 
*<S {takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her necke, he lyes him downe vp}>-{pon}*{a 
 bancke of flowers, she seeing him asleepe, leaues him: anon come in an} 
*<S {#other man, takes off his crowne, kisses it, pours poyson in the sleepers eares}>, 
*<S {and leaues him: the Queene returnes, finds the King dead, makes passionate}> 
*<S {action, the poysner with some three or foure come in againe, seeme to con}>-{dole} 
*<S {with her, the dead body is carried away, the poysner wooes the Queene}> 
 <S {with gifts, shee seemes harsh awhile, but in the end accepts loue.}> 
  
 <S {Oph.}> What meanes this my Lord? 
 <S {Ham.}> Marry this munching {Mallico}, it meanes mischiefe. 
 <S {Oph.}> Belike this show imports the argument of the play. 
 <S {Ham.}> We shall know by this fellow,  <D {Enter Prologue.}> 
 The Players cannot keepe, they'le tell all. 
 <S {Oph.}> Will #a tell vs what this show meant? 
*<S {Ham.}> #I, or any show that you will show him, be not you asham'd 
 to show, heele not shame to tell you what it meanes. 
 <S {Oph.}> You are naught, you are naught, Ile mark the play. 
 <S {Prologue.}> For vs and for our Tragedie, 
 Heere stooping to your clemencie,  
 We begge your hearing patiently. 
 <S {Ham.}> Is this a Prologue, or the posie of a ring? 
 <S {Oph.}> Tis breefe my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> As womans loue. 
 <D {Enter King and Queene.}> 
 <S {King.}> Full thirtie times hath {Phebus} cart gone round  
 <S {Neptunes}> salt wash, and {Tellus} orb'd the ground, 
 And thirtie dosen Moones with borrowed sheene 
 About the world haue times twelue thirties beene 
 Since loue our harts, and {Hymen} did our hands  
 Vnite comutuall in most sacred bands. 
 <S {Quee.}> So many iourneyes may the Sunne and Moone 
 Make vs againe count ore ere loue be doone, 
 But woe is me, you are so sicke of late, 
 So farre from cheere, and from our former state, 
 That I distrust you, yet though I distrust, 
 Discomfort you my Lord it nothing must. 
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 !For women feare too much, euen as they loue, 
 And womens feare and loue hold quantitie, 
 Eyther none, in neither ought, or in extremitie, 
 Now what my Lord is proofe hath made you know, 
 And as my loue is ciz'd, my feare is so, 
 !Where loue is great, the litlest doubts are feare, 
 !Where little feares grow great, great loue growes there. 
 <S {King.}> Faith I must leaue thee loue, and shortly #to, 
 My operant powers their functions leaue to do, 
 And thou shalt liue in this faire world behind, 
 Honord, belou'd, and haply one as kind,  
 For husband shalt thou, 
 <S {Quee.}> O confound the rest, 
 Such loue must needes be treason in my brest, 
 In second husband let me be accurst, 
 None wed the second, but who kild the first.  ##{Ham.} That's  
 wormwood 
 The instances that second marriage moue 
 Are base respects of thrift, but none of loue, 
 A second time I kill my husband dead, 
 When second husband kisses me in bed. 
 <S {King.}> I doe belieue you thinke what now you speake, 
 But what we doe determine, oft we breake, 
 Purpose is but the slaue to memorie, 
 Of violent birth, but poore validitie, 
 Which now the fruite vnripe sticks on the tree, 
 But fall vnshaken when they mellow bee. 
 Most necessary tis that we forget  
 To pay our selues what to our selues is debt, 
 What to our selues in passion we propose, 
 The passion ending, doth the purpose lose, 
 The violence of eyther, griefe, or ioy, 
 Their owne ennactures with themselues  destroy, 
 Where ioy most reuels, griefe doth most lament, 
 Greefe ioy, ioy griefes, on slender accedent, 
 This world is not for aye, nor tis not strange, 
 That euen our loues should with our fortunes change: 
 For tis a question left vs yet to proue, 
 Whether loue lead fortune, or els fortune loue. 
 The great man downe, you marke his fauourite flyes, 
<P H2v><C Y>
 The poore aduaunc'd, makes friends of enemies, 
 And hetherto doth loue on fortune tend, 
 For who not needes, shall neuer lacke a friend, 
 And who in want a hollow friend doth try,  
 Directly seasons him his enemy. 
  
 But orderly to end where I begunne, 
 Our wills and fates doe so contrary runne, 
 That our deuises still are ouerthrowne, 
 Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne, 
 So thinke thou wilt no second husband wed, 
 But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead. 
 <S {Quee.}> Nor earth to me giue foode, nor heauen light, 
 Sport and repose lock from me day and night, 
 !To desperation turne my trust and hope, 
 !And Anchors cheere in prison be my scope, 
 Each opposite that blancks the face of ioy, 
 Meete what I would haue well, and it destroy, 
 Both heere and hence pursue me lasting strife,  ##{Ham.} If she should  
 breake it now.If once I be a widdow, euer I be a wife. 
 <S {King.}> Tis deeply sworne, sweet leaue me heere #a while, 
 My spirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile  
 The tedious day with sleepe. 
 <S {Quee.}> Sleepe rock thy braine, 
 And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> Madam, how like you this play? 
 <S {Quee.}> The Lady doth protest too much mee thinks. 
 <S {Ham.}> O but shee'le keepe her word. 
 <S {King.}> Haue you heard the argument? is there no offence in't? 
*<S {Ham.}> No, no, they do but iest, poyson in iest, no offence i'th world. 
 <S {King.}> What doe you call the play? 
*<S {Ham.}> The Mousetrap, mary how tropically, this play is the Image 
*of a murther doone in {Vienna}, {Gonzago} is the Dukes name, his wife 
*<S {Baptista}>, you shall see anon, tis a knauish peece of worke, but what of 
*that? your Maiestie, and wee that haue free soules, it touches vs not, 
*let the gauled Iade winch, our withers are vnwrong.  This is one {Lu}-{cianus}, 
 Nephew to the King. 
 <D {Enter Lucianus.}> 
  
 <S {Oph.}> You are as good as a Chorus my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> I could interpret betweene you and your loue 
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 If I could see the puppets dallying. 
 <S {Oph.}> You are keene my lord, you are keene. 
 <S {Ham.}> It would cost you a groning to take off mine edge. 
 <S {Oph.}> Still better and worse. 
*<S {Ham.}> So you mistake your husbands.  Beginne murtherer, leaue 
*thy damnable faces and begin, come, the croking Rauen doth bellow  
 for reuenge. 
 <S {Luc.}> Thoughts black, hands apt, drugges fit, and time agreeing, 
 Considerat season els no creature seeing, 
 Thou mixture ranck, of midnight weedes collected, 
 With {Hecats} ban thrice blasted, thrice inuected, 
 Thy naturall magicke, and dire property,  
 On wholsome life vsurps immediatly. 
*<S {Ham.}> #A poysons him i'th Garden for his estate, his names {Gonza}-{go}, 
*the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian, you shall see 
 anon how the murtherer gets the loue of {Gonzagoes} wife. 
 <S {Oph.}> The King rises. 
 <S {Quee.}> How fares my Lord? 
 <S {Pol.}> Giue ore the play. 
 <S {King.}> Giue me some light, away. 
 <S {Pol.}> Lights, lights, lights.  <D {Exeunt all but Ham. & Horatio.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> Why let the strooken #Deere goe weepe,  
 The Hart vngauled play, 
 For some must watch while some must sleepe, 
*Thus runnes the world away.  Would not this sir & a forrest of fea-thers, 
*if the rest of my fortunes turne Turk with me, with prouinciall 
 Roses on my raz'd shooes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players? 
 <S {Hora.}> Halfe a share.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> A whole one I. 
 For thou doost know oh {Damon} deere  
 This Realme dismantled was 
 Of {Ioue} himselfe, and now raignes heere  
 A very very paiock. 
  
 <S {Hora.}> You might haue rym'd. 
 <S {Ham.}> O good {Horatio}, Ile take the Ghosts word for a thousand  
 pound. Did'st perceiue? 
 <S {Hora.}> Very well my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Vpon the talke of the poysning. 
 <S {Hor.}> I did very well note him. 
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 <S ##{Ham.}> Ah ha, come some musique, come the Recorders, 
 For if the King like not the Comedie,  
 Why then belike he likes it not perdy. 
 Come, some musique, 
 !<D {Enter Rosencraus and Guyldensterne.}> 
 <S {Guyl.}> Good my Lord, voutsafe me a word with you.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Sir a whole historie. 
 <S {Guyl.}> The King sir.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> #I sir, what of him? 
 <S {Guyl.}> Is in his retirement meruilous distempred. 
 <S {Ham.}> With drinke sir?  
 <S ##{Guyl.}> No my Lord, with choller, 
*<S {Ham.}> Your wisedome should shewe it selfe more richer to signifie 
*this to the Doctor, for, for mee to put him to his purgation, would 
 perhaps plunge him into more choller. 
 <S {Guyl.}> Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame, 
 And stare not so wildly from my affaire. 
 <S {Ham.}> I am tame sir, pronounce. 
 <S {Guyl.}> The Queene your mother in most great affliction of spirit,  
 hath sent me to you. 
 <S {Ham.}> You are welcome. 
*<S {Guyl.}> Nay good my Lord, this curtesie is not of the right breede, if 
*it shall please you to make me a wholsome aunswere, I will doe your 
*mothers commaundement, if not, your pardon and my returne, shall  
 be the end of busines. 
 <S {Ham.}> Sir I cannot.  
 <S ##{Ros.}> What my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Make you a wholsome  answer, my wits diseasd, but sir, such 
*answere as I can make, you shall commaund, or rather as you say, my 
 mother, therefore no more, but to the matter, my mother you say. 
*<S {Ros.}> Then thus she sayes, your behauiour hath strooke her into a-mazement 
 and admiration. 
*<S {Ham.}> O wonderful sonne that can so stonish a mother, but is there 
 no sequell at the heeles of this mothers admiration, impart. 
 <S {Ros.}> She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed. 
*<S {Ham.}> We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, haue you any  
 further trade with vs? 
 <S {Ros.}> My Lord, you once did loue me. 
 <S {Ham.}> And doe still by these pickers and stealers. 
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*<S ##{Ros.}> Good my Lord, what is your cause of distemper, you do sure-ly*barre 
 the doore vpon your owne liberty if you deny your griefes to  
 your 
 friend. 
 <S {Ham.}> Sir I lacke aduauncement. 
*<S {Ros.}> How can that be, when you haue the voyce of the King him-selfe 
 for your succession in Denmarke. 
 <D {Enter the Players with Recorders.}> 
*<S {Ham.}> #I sir, but while the grasse growes, the prouerbe is something 
*musty, o the Recorders, let mee see one, to withdraw with you, why 
*doe you goe about to recouer the wind of mee, as if you would driue  
 me into a toyle? 
*<S {Guyl.}> O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my loue is too vnmanerly. 
 <S {Ham.}> I do not wel vnderstand that, wil you play vpon this pipe? 
 <S {Guyl.}> My lord I cannot.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> I pray you. 
 <S {Guyl.}> Beleeue me I cannot.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> I doe beseech you. 
 <S {Guyl.}> I know no touch of it my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> It is as easie as lying; gouerne these ventages with your fin-gers, 
*& the vmber, giue it breath with your mouth, & it wil discourse 
 most eloquent musique, looke you, these are the stops. 
*<S {Guil.}> But these cannot I commaund to any vttrance of harmonie, I  
 haue not the skill. 
*<S {Ham.}> Why looke you now how vnwoorthy a thing you make of 
*me, you would play vpon mee, you would seeme to know my stops, 
*you would plucke out the hart of my mistery, you would sound mee 
*from my lowest note to my compasse, and there is much musique ex-cellent 
*voyce in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak, s'bloud 
*do you think I am easier to be plaid on then a pipe, call mee what in-strument*you 
 wil, though you fret me not, you cannot play vpon me. 
 God blesse you sir. 
 <D {Enter Polonius.}> 
*<S {Pol.}> My Lord, the Queene would speake with you, & presently. 
*<S {Ham.}> Do you see yonder clowd that's almost in shape of a Camel? 
 <S {Pol.}> By'th masse and tis, like a Camell indeed. 
 <S {Ham.}> Mee thinks it is like a Wezell. 
 <S {Pol.}> It is backt like a Wezell. 
 <S {Ham.}> Or like a Whale.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> Very like a Whale. 
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 Then I will come to my mother #by and by, 
 They foole me to the top of my bent, I will come #by & by, 
 Leaue me friends. 
 I will, say so. #By and by is easily said, 
 Tis now the very witching time of night, 
 When Churchyards yawne, and #hell it selfe breakes out 
 Contagion to this world: now could I drinke hote blood, 
 And doe such busines as the bitter day 
 Would quake to looke on: soft, now to my mother, 
 O hart loose not thy nature, let not euer  
 The soule of {Nero} enter this firme bosome, 
 Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall, 
 I will speake daggers to her, but vse none, 
 My tongue and soule in this be hypocrites, 
 How in my words someuer she be shent, 
 To giue them seales neuer my soule consent.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter King, Rosencraus, and Guyldensterne.}> 
 <S {King.}> I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs 
 To let his madnes range, therefore prepare you, 
 I your commission will forth-#with dispatch, 
 And he to {England} shall along with you, 
 The termes of our estate may not endure 
 Hazerd so neer#'s as doth hourely grow  
 Out of his browes. 
 <S {Guyl.}> We will our selues prouide, 
 Most holy and religious feare it is  
 To keepe those many many bodies safe 
 That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie, 
 <S {Ros.}> The single and peculier life is bound 
 With all the strength and armour of the mind 
 To keepe it selfe from noyance, but much more 
 That spirit, vpon whose weale depends and rests 
 The liues of many, the cesse of Maiestie 
 Dies not alone; but like a gulfe doth draw 
 What's neere it, with it, or it is a massie wheele 
 Fixt on the somnet of the highest mount, 
 To whose hough spokes, tenne thousand lesser things 
 Are morteist and adioynd, which when it falls, 
<P I1><C X>
 Each small annexment petty consequence 
 Attends the boystrous raine, neuer alone 
 Did the King sigh, but a generall grone. 
 <S {King.}> Arme you I pray you to this speedy voiage, 
 For we will fetters put about this feare 
 Which now goes too free-#footed. 
 <S {Ros.}> We will #hast vs.  <D {Exeunt Gent.}> 
 <D {Enter Polonius.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> My Lord, hee's going to his mothers closet, 
 Behind the Arras I'le conuay my selfe, 
 To heare the processe, I'le warrant shee'le tax him home, 
 And as you sayd, and wisely was it sayd, 
 Tis meete that some more audience then a mother, 
 Since nature makes them parciall, should ore-#heare 
 The speech of vantage; farre you well my Leige, 
 I'le call vpon you ere you goe to bed, 
 And tell you what I knowe.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <S {King.}> Thankes deere my Lord. 
 O my offence is ranck, it smels to heauen, 
 It hath the primall eldest curse vppont, 
 A brothers murther, pray can I not, 
 Though inclination be as sharp as #will, 
 My stronger guilt defeats my strong entent, 
 And like a man to double bussines bound, 
 I stand in pause where I shall first beginne, 
 And both neglect, what if this cursed hand 
 Were thicker then it selfe with brothers blood, 
 Is there not raine enough in the sweete Heauens 
 To wash it white as snowe, whereto  serues mercy  
 But to confront the visage of offence? 
 And what's in prayer but this two fold force, 
 To be forestalled ere we come to fall, 
 Or pardon being downe, then I'le looke vp. 
 My fault is past, but oh what forme of prayer 
 Can serue my turne, forgiue me my foule murther, 
 That cannot be since I am still possest 
 Of those effects for which I did the murther; 
 My Crowne, mine owne ambition, and my Queene; 
<P I1v>
 May one be pardond and retaine th'#offence? 
 In the corrupted currents of this world, 
 Offences guilded hand may showe by iustice, 
 And oft tis seene the wicked prize it selfe 
 Buyes out the lawe, but tis not so aboue, 
 There is no shufling, there the action lies 
 In his true nature, and we our selues compeld 
 Euen to the teeth and forhead of our faults 
 To giue in euidence, what then, what rests, 
 Try what repentance can, what can it not, 
 Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? 
 O wretched state, o bosome blacke as death, 
 O limed soule, that struggling to be free, 
 Art more ingaged; helpe Angels make assay, 
 Bowe stubborne knees, and hart with strings of steale, 
 Be soft as sinnewes of the new borne babe,  
 All may be well. 
 <D {Enter Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> Now might I doe it, but now #a is #a praying, 
 And now Ile doo't, and so #a goes to heauen, 
 And so am I reuendge, that would be scand 
 A villaine kills my father, and for that, 
 I his sole sonne, doe this same villaine send  
 To heauen. 
 Why, this is base and silly, not reuendge, 
 #A tooke my father grosly full of bread, 
 With#all his crimes braod blowne, as flush as #May, 
 And how his audit stands who knowes saue heauen, 
 But in our circumstance and course of thought, 
 Tis heauy with him: and am I then reuendged 
 To take him in the purging of his soule, 
 When he is fit and seasond for his passage?  
 No. 
 Vp sword, and knowe thou a more horrid hent, 
 When he is drunke, #a sleepe, or in his rage, 
 Or in th'#incestious pleasure of his bed, 
 At game #a swearing, or about some act 
 That has no relish of saluation in't, 
<P I2>
 Then trip him that his heels may kick at heauen, 
 And that his soule may be as damnd and black 
 As #hell whereto it goes; my mother staies, 
 This phisick but prolongs thy sickly daies.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <S {King.}> My words fly vp, my thoughts remaine belowe 
 Words without thoughts neuer to heauen goe.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter Gertrard and Polonius.}> 
 <S {Pol.}> #A will come strait, looke you lay home to him, 
 Tell him his prancks haue beene too braod to beare with, 
 And that your grace hath screend and stood betweene 
 Much heate and him, Ile silence me euen heere, 
 Pray you be round. 
 <D {Enter Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Ger.}> Ile wait you, feare me not, 
 With-#drawe, I heare him comming. 
 <S {Ham.}> Now mother, what's the matter? 
 <S {Ger.} {Hamlet}>, thou hast thy father much offended. 
 <S {Ham.}> Mother, you haue my father much offended. 
 <S {Ger.}> Come, come, you answere with an idle tongue. 
 <S {Ham.}> Goe, goe, you question with a wicked tongue. 
 <S {Ger.}> Why how now {Hamlet}?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> What's the matter now? 
 <S {Ger.}> Haue you forgot me?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> No by the rood not so, 
 You are the Queene, your husbands brothers wife, 
 And would it were not so, you are my mother. 
 <S {Ger.}> Nay, then Ile set those to you that can speake. 
 <S {Ham.}> Come, come, and sit you downe, you shall not boudge, 
 You goe not till I set you vp a glasse 
 Where you may see the most part of you. 
 <S {Ger.}> What wilt thou doe, thou wilt not murther me, 
 Helpe how.  
 <S ##{Pol.}> What how helpe. 
 <S {Ham.}> How now, a Rat, dead for a Duckat, dead. 
 <S {Pol.}> O I am slaine. 
 <S {Ger.}> O me, what hast thou done? 
 <S {Ham.}> Nay I knowe not, is it the King? 
<P I2v>
 <S ##{Ger.}> O what a rash and bloody deede is this. 
 <S {Ham.}> A bloody deede, almost as bad, good mother 
 As kill a King, and marry with his brother. 
 <S {Ger.}> As kill a King.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> #I  Lady, it was my word. 
 Thou wretched, rash, intruding foole farwell, 
 I tooke thee for thy better, take thy fortune, 
 Thou find'st to be too busie is some danger, 
 Leaue wringing of your hands, peace sit you downe, 
 And let me wring your hart, for so I shall  
 If it be made of penitrable stuffe, 
 If damned custome haue not brasd it so, 
 That it be proofe and bulwark against sence. 
 <S {Ger.}> What haue I done, that thou dar'st wagge thy tongue  
 In noise so rude against me? 
 <S {Ham.}> Such an act  
 That blurres the grace and blush of modesty, 
 Cals vertue hippocrit, takes #of the Rose 
 From the faire forhead  of an innocent loue, 
 And sets a blister there, makes marriage vowes 
 As false as dicers oathes, o such a deede, 
 As from the body of contraction plucks 
 The very soule, and sweet religion makes 
 A rapsedy of words; heauens face dooes glowe  
 Ore this solidity and compound masse 
 With heated visage, as against the doome  
 Is thought sick at the act 
 <S {Quee.}> Ay me, what act? 
 <S {Ham.}> That roares so low'd, and thunders in the Index, 
 Looke heere vpon this Picture, and on this, 
 The counterfeit presentment of two brothers, 
 See what a grace was seated on this browe, 
 <S {Hiperions}> curles, the front of {Ioue} himselfe, 
 An eye like {Mars}, to threaten and command, 
 A station like the herald {Mercury}, 
 New lighted on a heaue, a kissing hill, 
 A combination, and a forme indeede, 
 Where euery God did seeme to set his seale 
 To giue the world assurance of a man, 
<P I3>
 This was your husband, looke you now what followes, 
 Heere is your husband like a mildewed eare, 
 Blasting his wholsome brother, haue you eyes, 
 Could you on this faire mountaine leaue to feede, 
 And batten on this Moore; ha, haue you eyes? 
 You cannot call it loue, for at your age 
 The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble, 
 And waits vppon the iudgement, and what iudgement 
 Would step from this to this, sence sure youe haue 
 !Els could you not haue motion, but sure that sence 
 !Is appoplext, for madnesse would not erre 
 !Nor sence to extacie was nere so thral'd 
 !But it reseru'd some quantity of choise 
 !To serue in such a difference, what deuill #wast 
 That thus hath cosund you at hodman blind; 
 !Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, 
 !Eares without hands, or eyes, smelling sance all, 
 !Or but a sickly part of one true sence 
 Could not so mope: o shame where is thy blush?  
 Rebellious #hell, 
 If thou canst mutine in a Matrons bones, 
 To flaming youth let vertue be as wax 
 And melt in her owne fire, proclaime no shame 
 When the compulsiue ardure giues the charge, 
 Since frost it selfe as actiuely doth burne,  
 And reason pardons #will. 
 <S {Ger.}> O {Hamlet} speake no more, 
 Thou turnst my very eyes into my soule, 
 And there I see such blacke and greeued spots 
 As will leaue there their tin'ct. 
 <S {Ham.}> Nay but to liue  
 In the ranck sweat of an inseemed bed 
 Stewed in corruption, honying, and making loue  
 Ouer the nasty stie. 
 <S {Ger.}> O speake to me no more, 
 These words like daggers enter in my eares, 
 No more sweete {Hamlet.} 
 <S {Ham.}> A murtherer and a villaine,  
 A slaue that is not twentith part the tyth  
<P I3v>
 Of your precedent Lord, a vice of Kings, 
 A cut-#purse of the Empire and the rule, 
 That from a shelfe the precious Diadem stole 
 And put it in his pocket.  
 <S ##{Ger.}> No more. 
 <D {Enter Ghost.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> A King of shreds and patches, 
 Saue me and houer ore me with your wings 
 You heauenly gards: what would your gracious figure? 
 <S {Ger.}> Alas hee's mad. 
 <S {Ham.}> Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide, 
 That lap'st in time and passion lets goe by 
 Th'#important acting of your dread command, o say. 
 <S {Ghost.}> Doe not forget, this visitation 
 Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose, 
 But looke, amazement on thy mother sits, 
 O step betweene her, and her fighting soule, 
 Conceit in weakest bodies strongest workes, 
 Speake to her {Hamlet.}  
 <S ##{Ham.}> How is it with you Lady? 
 <S {Ger.}> Alas how i'st with you? 
 That you doe bend your eye on vacancie, 
 And with th'#incorporall ayre doe hold discourse, 
 Foorth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, 
 And as the sleeping souldiers in th'#alarme, 
 Your bedded haire like life in excrements 
 Start vp and stand #an end, o gentle sonne 
 Vpon the heat and flame of thy distemper 
 Sprinckle coole patience, whereon doe you looke? 
 <S {Ham.}> On him, on him, looke you how pale he glares, 
 His forme and cause conioynd, preaching to stones 
 Would make them capable, doe not looke vpon me, 
 Least with this pittious action you conuert  
 My stearne effects, then what I haue to doe 
 Will want true cullour, teares perchance for blood. 
 <S {Ger.}> To whom doe you speake this?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Doe you see nothing there? 
 <S {Ger.}> Nothing at all, yet all that is I see. 
 <S {Ham.}> Nor did you nothing heare?  
 <S ##{Ger.}> No nothing but our selues. 
<P I4>
 <S ##{Ham.}> Why looke you there, looke how it steales away, 
 My father in his habit as he liued, 
 Looke where he goes, euen now out at the portall.  <D {Exit Ghost.}> 
 <S {Ger.}> This is the very coynage of your braine, 
 This bodilesse creation extacie is very cunning in. 
 <S {Ham.}> My pulse as yours doth temperatly keepe time, 
 And makes as healthfull musicke, it is not madnesse 
 That I haue vttred, bring me to the test, 
 And the matter will reword, which madnesse 
 Would gambole from, mother for loue of grace, 
 Lay not that flattering vnction to your soule 
 That not your trespasse but my madnesse speakes, 
 It will but skin and filme the vlcerous place 
 Whiles ranck corruption mining all within 
 Infects vnseene, confesse your selfe to heauen, 
 Repent what's past, auoyd what is to come, 
 And doe not spread the compost on the weedes 
 To make them rancker, forgiue me this my vertue, 
 For in the fatnesse of these pursie times 
 Vertue it selfe of vice must pardon beg, 
 Yea curbe and wooe for leaue to doe him good. 
 <S {Ger.}> O {Hamlet} thou hast cleft my hart in twaine. 
 <S {Ham.}> O throwe away the worser part of it, 
 And leaue the purer with the other halfe, 
 Good night, but goe not to my Vncles bed, 
 Assume a vertue if you haue it not, 
 !That monster custome, who all sence doth eate 
 !Of habits deuill, is angell yet in this 
 !That to the vse of actions faire and good, 
 !He likewise giues a frock or Liuery 
 !That aptly is put on to refraine night, 
 And that shall lend a kind of easines 
 To the next abstinence, the next more easie: 
 !For vse almost can change the stamp of nature, 
 !And either the deuill, or throwe him out 
 !With wonderous potency: once more good night, 
 And when you are desirous to be blest, 
 Ile blessing beg of you, for this same Lord 
 I doe repent; but heauen hath pleasd it so 
<P I4v>
 To punish me with this, and this with me, 
 That I must be their scourge and minister, 
 I will bestowe him and will answere well 
 The death I gaue him; so againe good night 
 I must be cruell only to be kinde, 
 This bad beginnes, and worse remaines behind. 
 !One word more good Lady. 
 <S {Ger.}> What shall I doe?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Not this by no meanes that I bid you doe, 
 Let the blowt King temp't you againe to bed, 
 Pinch wanton on your cheeke, call you his Mouse, 
 And let him for a paire of reechie kisses, 
 Or padling in your necke with his damn'd fingers. 
 Make you to rouell all this matter out 
 That I essentially am not in madnesse, 
 But mad in craft, t'were good you let him knowe, 
 For who that's but a Queene, faire, sober, wise, 
 Would from a paddack, from a bat, a gib, 
 Such deare concernings hide, who would doe so, 
 No, in dispight of sence and secrecy,  
 Vnpeg the basket on the houses top, 
 Let the birds fly, and like the famous Ape, 
 To try conclusions in the basket creepe, 
 And breake your owne necke downe. 
 <S {Ger.}> Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath 
 And breath of life, I haue no life to breath  
 What thou hast sayd to me. 
 <S {Ham.}> I must to {England}, you knowe that. 
 <S {Ger.}> Alack I had forgot.  
 Tis so concluded on. 
 !{Ham.} Ther's letters seald, and my two Schoolefellowes, 
 !Whom I will trust as I will Adders fang'd, 
 !They beare the mandat, they must sweep my way 
 !And marshall me to knauery: let it worke, 
 !For tis the sport to haue the enginer 
 !Hoist with his owne petar, an't shall goe hard 
 !But I will delue one yard belowe their mines, 
 !And blowe them at the Moone: o tis most sweete 
 !When in one line two crafts directly meete, 
<P K1><C Y>
 This man shall set me packing, 
 Ile lugge the guts into the neighbour roome; 
 Mother good night indeed, this Counsayler 
 Is now most still, most secret, and most graue, 
 Who was in life a most foolish prating knaue. 
 Come sir, to draw toward an end with you. 
 Good night mother.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter King, and Queene, with Rosencraus}>  
 <S {and Guyldensterne.}> 
 <S {King.}> Ther's matter in these sighes, these profound heaues, 
 You must translate, tis fit we vnderstand them, 
 Where is your sonne? 
 !{Ger.} Bestow this place on vs a little while. 
 Ah mine owne Lord, what haue I seene to night? 
 <S {King.}> What {Gertrard}, how dooes {Hamlet}? 
 <S {Ger.}> Mad as the sea and wind when both contend 
 Which is the mightier, in his lawlesse fit, 
 Behind the Arras hearing some thing stirre, 
 Whyps out his Rapier, cryes a Rat, a Rat, 
 And in this brainish apprehension kills  
 The vnseene good old man. 
 <S {King.}> O heauy deede!  
 It had beene so with vs had wee been there, 
 His libertie is full of threates to all, 
 To you your selfe, to vs, to euery one, 
 Alas, how shall this bloody deede be answer'd? 
 It will be layd to vs, whose prouidence  
 Should haue kept short, restraind, and out of haunt 
 This mad young man; but so much was our loue, 
 We would not vnderstand what was most fit, 
 But like the owner of a foule disease 
 To keepe it from divulging, let it feede 
 Euen on the pith of life: where is he gone? 
 <S {Ger.}> To draw apart the body he hath kild, 
 Ore whom, his very madnes like some #ore  
 Among a minerall of mettals base, 
 Showes it selfe pure, #a weepes for what is done. 
 <S {King.}> O {Gertrard}, come away, 
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 The sunne no sooner shall the mountaines touch, 
 But we will ship him hence, and this vile deede 
 We must with all our Maiestie and skill  <D {Enter Ros. & Guild.}> 
 Both countenaunce and excuse. Ho {Guyldensterne}, 
 Friends both, goe ioyne you with some further ayde, 
 <S {#Hamlet}> in madnes hath {Polonius} slaine, 
 And from his mothers closet hath he dreg'd him, 
 Goe seeke him out, speake fayre, and bring the body 
 Into the Chappell; I pray you #hast  in this, 
 Come {Gertrard}, wee'le call vp our wisest friends, 
 And let them know both what we meane to doe 
 And whats vntimely doone, 
 !Whose whisper ore the worlds dyameter, 
 !As leuell as the Cannon to his blanck, 
 !Transports his poysned shot, may misse our Name, 
 !And hit the woundlesse ayre, o come away, 
 My soule is full of discord and dismay.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, and others.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> Safely stowd, but soft, what noyse, who calls on {Hamlet}? 
 O heere they come. 
 <S {Ros.}> What haue you doone my Lord with the dead body? 
 <S {Ham.}> Compound it with dust whereto tis kin. 
 <S {Ros.}> Tell vs where tis that we may take it thence,  
 And beare it to the Chappell. 
 <S {Ham.}> Doe not beleeue it.  
 <S ##{Ros.}> Beleeue what. 
*<S {Ham.}> That I can keepe your counsaile & not mine owne, besides 
*to be demaunded of a spunge, what replycation  should be made by  
 the sonne of a King. 
 <S {Ros.}> Take you me for a spunge my Lord? 
*<S {Ham.}> #I  sir, that sokes vp the Kings countenaunce, his rewards, his 
*authorities, but such Officers doe the King best seruice in the end, he 
*keepes them like an apple in the corner of his iaw, first mouth'd to be 
*last swallowed, when hee needs what you haue gleand, it is but squee-sing 
 you, and spunge you shall be dry againe. 
 <S {Ros.}> I vnderstand you not my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> I am glad of it, a knauish speech sleepes in a foolish eare. 
*<S {Ros.}> My Lord, you must tell vs where the body is, and goe with vs  
 to the King. 
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 <S ##{Ham.}> The body is with the King, but the King is not with the  
 body. The King is a thing. 
 <S {Guyl.}> A thing my Lord.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Of nothing, bring me to him.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter King, and two or three.}> 
 <S {King.}> I haue sent to seeke him, and to find the body. 
 How dangerous is it that this man goes loose, 
 Yet must not we put the strong Law on him, 
 Hee's lou'd of the distracted multitude, 
 Who like not in their iudgement, but theyr eyes, 
 And where tis so, th'#offenders scourge is wayed 
 But neuer the offence: to beare all smooth and euen, 
 This suddaine  sending him away must seeme 
 Deliberate pause, diseases desperat growne,  
 By desperat applyance are relieu'd 
 Or not at all.  
 <D {Enter Rosencraus and all the rest.}> 
 <S {King.}> How now, what hath befalne? 
 <S {Ros.}> Where the dead body is bestowd my Lord  
 We cannot get from him. 
 <S {King.}> But where is hee?  
 <S ##{Ros.}> Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure. 
 <S {King.}> Bring him before vs. 
 <S {Ros.}> How, bring in the Lord.  {They enter.} 
 <S {King.}> Now {Hamlet}, where's {Polonius}?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> At supper. 
 <S {King.}> At supper, where.  
 <S ##*{Ham.}> Not where he eates, but where #a is eaten, a certaine conua-cation 
*of politique wormes are een at him: your worme is your onely 
*Emperour for dyet, we fat all creatures els to fat vs, and wee fat our 
*selues for maggots, your fat King and your leane begger is but varia-ble 
 seruice, two dishes but to one table, that's the end. 
 !{King.} Alas, alas. 
 !*{Ham.} A man may fish with the worme that hath eate of a King, & 
 !eate of the fish that hath fedde of that worme. 
 <S {King.}> What doost thou meane by this? 
*<S {Ham.}> Nothing but to shew you how a King may goe a progresse 
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 through the guts of a begger. 
 <S {King.}> Where is {Polonius}?  
 <S ##*{Ham.}> In heauen, send thether to see, if your messenger finde him 
*not there, seeke him i'th other place your selfe, but if indeed you find 
*him not within this month, you shall nose him as you goe vp the  
 stayres into the Lobby. 
 <S {King.}> Goe seeke him there. 
 <S {Ham.}> #A will stay till you come. 
 <S {King.} {Hamlet}> this deede for thine especiall safety 
 Which we do tender, as we deerely grieue 
 For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence. 
 Therefore prepare thy selfe, 
 The Barck is ready, and the wind at helpe, 
 Th'#associats tend, and euery thing is bent  
 For {England.} 
 <S {Ham.}> For {England.}  
 <S ##{King.}> #I  {Hamlet.} 
 <S {Ham.}> Good.  
 <S ##{King.}> So is it if thou knew'st our purposes. 
 <S {Ham.}> I see a Cherub that sees the[m],  but come for {England}, 
 Farewell deere Mother,  
 <S ##{King.}> Thy louing Father {Hamlet.} 
 <S {Ham.}> My mother, Father and Mother is man and wife, 
 Man and wife is one flesh, so my mother: 
 Come for {England.}  <D {Exit.}> 
 <S {King.}> Follow him at foote, 
 Tempt him with speede abord, 
 Delay it not, Ile haue him hence to night. 
 Away, for euery thing is seald and done 
 That els leanes on th'#affayre,  pray you make #hast, 
 And {England}, if my loue thou hold'st at ought, 
 As my great power thereof may giue thee sence, 
 Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red, 
 After the Danish sword, and thy free awe 
 Payes homage to vs, thou mayst not coldly set 
 Our soueraigne processe, which imports at full  
 By Letters congruing to that effect 
 The present death of {Hamlet}, doe it {England}, 
 For like the Hectique in my blood he rages, 
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 And thou must cure me; till I know tis done, 
 How ere my haps, my ioyes will nere begin.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter Fortinbrasse with his Army ouer the stage.}> 
 <S {Fortin.}> Goe Captaine, from me greet the Danish King, 
 Tell him, that by his lycence {Fortinbrasse} 
 Craues the conueyance  of a promisd march 
 Ouer his kingdome, you know the randeuous, 
 If that his Maiestie would ought with vs, 
 We shall expresse our dutie in his eye,  
 And let him know so. 
  
 <S {Cap.}> I will doo't my Lord.  
 <S ##{For.}> Goe softly on. 
 !<D {Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c.}> 
 !{Ham.} Good sir whose powers are these? 
 !{Cap.} They are of {Norway} sir. 
 !{Ham.} How purposd sir I pray you? 
 !{Cap.} Against some part of {Poland.} 
 !{Ham.} Who commaunds them sir? 
 !{Cap.} The Nephew to old {Norway}, {Fortenbrasse}, 
 !{Ham.} Goes it against the maine of {Poland} sir,  
 !Or for some frontire? 
 1! 
 !{Cap.} Truly to speake, and with no addition, 
 !We goe to gaine a little patch of ground 
 !That hath in it no profit but the name 
 !To pay fiue duckets, fiue I would not farme it; 
 !Nor will it yeeld to {Norway} or the {Pole} 
 !A rancker rate, should it be sold in fee. 
 !{Ham.} Why then the {Pollacke} neuer will defend it. 
 !{Cap.} Yes, it is already garisond. 
 !{Ham.} Two thousand soules, & twenty thousand duckets 
 !Will not debate the question of this straw, 
 !This is th'#Imposthume of much wealth and peace, 
 !That inward breakes, and showes no cause without 
 !Why the man dies. I humbly thanke you sir. 
 !{Cap.} God buy you sir. 
 !{Ros.} #Wil't  please you goe my Lord? 
 !{Ham.} Ile be with you straight, goe a little before. 
 !How all occasions doe informe against me, 
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 !And spur my dull reuenge. What is a man 
 !If his chiefe good and market of his time 
 !Be but to sleepe and feede, a beast, no more: 
 !Sure he that made vs with such large discourse 
 !Looking before and after, gaue vs not 
 !That capabilitie and god-#like reason 
 !To fust in vs vnvsd, now whether it be 
 !Bestiall obliuion, or some crauen scruple 
 !Of thinking too precisely on th'#euent, 
 !A thought which quarterd hath but one part wisedom, 
 !And euer three parts coward, I doe not know 
 !Why yet I liue to say this thing's to doe, 
 !Sith I haue cause, and #will, and strength, and meanes 
 !To doo't; examples grosse as earth exhort me, 
 !Witnes this Army of such masse and charge, 
 !Led by a delicate and tender Prince, 
 !Whose spirit with diuine ambition puft, 
 !Makes mouthes at the invisible euent, 
 !Exposing what is mortall, and vnsure, 
 !To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, 
 !Euen for an Egge-#shell. Rightly to be great, 
 !Is not to stirre without great argument, 
 !But greatly to find quarrell in a straw 
 !When honour's at the stake, how stand I then 
 !That haue a father kild, a mother staind, 
 !Excytements of my reason, and my blood, 
 !And let all sleepe, while to my shame I see 
 !The iminent death of twenty thousand men, 
 !That for a fantasie and tricke of fame 
 !Goe to their graues like beds, fight for a plot 
 !Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, 
 !Which is not tombe enough and continent 
 !To hide the slaine, o from this time forth, 
 !My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <D {Enter Horatio, Gertrard, and a Gentleman.}> 
 <S {Quee.}> I will not speake with her,  
 <S ##{Gent.}> Shee is importunat, 
 Indeede distract, her moode will needes be pittied. 
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 <S ##{Quee.}> What would she haue?  
 <S ##{Gent.}> She speakes much of her father, sayes she heares 
 There's tricks i'th world, and hems, and beates her hart, 
 Spurnes enuiously at strawes, speakes things in doubt 
 That carry but halfe sence, her speech is nothing, 
 Yet the vnshaped vse of it doth moue  
 The hearers to collection, they yawne at it, 
 And botch the words vp fit to theyr owne thoughts, 
 Which as her wincks, and nods, and gestures yeeld them, 
 Indeede would make one thinke there might be thought 
 Though nothing sure, yet much vnhappily. 
 <S {Hora.}> Twere good she were spoken with, for shee may strew 
 Dangerous coniectures in #ill breeding mindes, 
 Let her come in. 
 <D {Enter Ophelia.}> 
 <S {Quee.}> =To my sicke soule, as sinnes true nature is, 
 =Each toy seemes prologue to some great amisse, 
 =So full of artlesse iealousie is guilt, 
 =It spills it selfe, in fearing to be spylt. 
 <S {Oph.}> Where is the beautious Maiestie of Denmarke? 
 <S {Quee.}> How now {Ophelia}?  {shee sings.} 
 <S {Oph.}> How should I your true loue know from another one, 
 By his cockle hat and staffe, and his Sendall shoone. 
 <S {Quee.}> Alas sweet Lady, what imports this song? 
 <S {Oph.}> Say you, nay pray you marke, 
 He is dead & gone Lady, he is dead and gone,  {Song.} 
 At his head a grasgreene turph, at his heeles a stone.  
 O ho. 
 <S {Quee.}> Nay but {Ophelia.} 
*<S {Oph.}> Pray you marke. White his shrowd as the mountaine snow. 
 <D {Enter King.}> 
 <S {Quee.}> Alas looke heere my Lord. 
 <S {Oph.}> Larded all with sweet flowers, 
 Which beweept to the ground did not go  {Song.}  
 With true loue showers. 
 <S {King.}> How doe you pretty Lady? 
*<S {Oph.}> Well good dild you, they say the Owle was a Bakers daugh-ter, 
 Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be. 
 God be at your table. 
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 <S ##{King.}> Conceit vpon her Father. 
 <S {Oph.}> Pray lets haue no words of this, but when they aske you  
 what it meanes, say you this. 
 To morrow is S[aint]. Valentines day,  {Song.}  
 All in the morning betime, 
 And I a mayde at your window  
 To be your Valentine. 
 Then vp he rose, and dond his close, and dupt the chamber doore, 
 Let in the maide, that out a maide, neuer departed more. 
 <S {King.}> Pretty {Ophelia.} 
 <S {Oph.}> Indeede without an oath Ile make an end on't, 
 By gis and by Saint Charitie,  
 alack and fie for shame, 
 Young men will doo't if they come too't,  
 by Cock they are #too blame. 
 Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, you promisd me to wed, 
 (He answers.) So would I #a  done by yonder sunne  
 #And thou hadst not come to my bed. 
 <S {King.}> How long hath she beene thus? 
*<S {Oph.}> I hope all will be well, we must be patient, but I cannot chuse 
*but weepe to thinke they would lay him i'th cold ground, my brother 
*shall know of it, and so I thanke you for your good counsaile. Come 
 my Coach, God night Ladies, god night,  
 Sweet Ladyes god night, god night. 
 <S {King.}> Follow her close, giue her good watch I pray you. 
 O this is the poyson of deepe griefe, it springs all from her Fathers 
 death, and now behold, o {Gertrard, Gertrard}, 
 When sorrows come, they come not single spyes, 
 But in battalians: first her Father slaine, 
 Next, your sonne gone, and he most violent Author 
 Of his owne iust remoue, the people muddied 
 Thick and vnwholsome in thoughts, and whispers 
 For good {Polonius} death: and we haue done but greenly 
 In hugger mugger to inter him: poore {Ophelia} 
 Deuided from herselfe, and her faire iudgement, 
 Without the which we are pictures, or meere beasts, 
 Last, and as much contayning as all these, 
 Her brother is in secret come from Fraunce, 
 Feeds on this wonder, keepes himselfe in clowdes, 
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 And wants not buzzers to infect his eare 
 With pestilent speeches of his fathers death, 
 Wherein necessity of matter beggerd,  
 Will nothing stick our person to arraigne 
 In eare and eare: o my deare {Gertrard}, this  
 Like to a murdring peece in many places 
 Giues me superfluous death.  {A noise within.} 
 <D {Enter a Messenger.}> 
 <S {King.}> Attend, where is my Swissers, let them guard the doore, 
 What is the matter?  
 <S ##{Messen.}> Saue your selfe my Lord. 
 The Ocean ouer-#peering of his list  
 Eates not the flats with more impitious #hast 
 Then young {Laertes} in a riotous head  
 Ore-#beares your Officers: the rabble call him Lord, 
 And as the world were now but to beginne, 
 Antiquity forgot, custome not knowne, 
 The ratifiers and props of euery word, 
 The cry choose we, {Laertes} shall be King, 
 Caps, hands, and tongues applau'd it to the clouds, 
 <S {Laertes}> shall be King, {Laertes} King. 
 <S {Quee.}> How cheerefully on the false traile they cry.  {A noise within.} 
 O this is counter you false Danish dogges. 
 <D {Enter Laertes with others.}> 
 <S {King.}> The doores are broke. 
 <S {Laer.}> Where is this King? sirs stand you all without. 
 <S {All.}> No lets come in. 
 <S {Laer.}> I pray you giue me leaue.  
 <S ##{All.}> We will, we will. 
 <S {Laer.}> I thanke you, keepe the doore, o thou vile King, 
 Giue me my father.  
 <S ##{Quee.}> Calmely good {Laertes.} 
 <S {Laer.}> That drop of blood thats calme proclames me Bastard, 
 Cries cuckold to my father, brands the Harlot 
 Euen heere betweene the chast vnsmirched browe  
 Of my true mother. 
 <S {King.}> What is the cause {Laertes}  
 That thy rebellion lookes so gyant like? 
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 Let him goe {Gertrard}, doe not feare our person, 
 There's such diuinitie doth hedge a King, 
 That treason can but peepe to what it would, 
 Act's little of his #will, tell me {Laertes} 
 Why thou art thus incenst, let him goe {Gertrard.}  
 Speake man. 
 <S {Laer.}> Where is my father?  
 <S ##{King.}> Dead. 
 <S {Quee.}> But not by him.  
 <S ##{King.}> Let him demaund his fill. 
 <S {Laer.}> How came he dead, I'le not be iugled with, 
 To #hell allegiance, vowes to the blackest deuill, 
 Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit 
 I dare damnation, to this poynt I stand, 
 That both the worlds I giue to negligence, 
 Let come what comes, onely I'le be reueng'd  
 Most throughly for my father. 
 <S {King.}> Who shall stay you?  
 <S ##{Laer.}> My #will, not all the worlds: 
 And for my meanes I'le husband them so well, 
 They shall goe farre with little. 
 <S {King.}> Good {Laertes}, if you desire to know the certainty 
 Of your deere Father, i'st writ in your reuenge, 
 That soopstake, you will draw both friend and foe  
 Winner and looser. 
 <S {Laer.}> None but his enemies,  
 <S ##{King.}> Will you know them then? 
 <S {Laer.}> To his good friends thus wide I'le ope my armes, 
 And like the kind life-#rendring Pelican,  
 Repast them with my blood. 
 <S {King.}> Why now you speake 
 Like a good child, and a true Gentleman. 
 That I am guiltlesse of your fathers death, 
 And am most sencibly in griefe for it, 
 It shall as leuell to your iudgement peare  
 As day dooes to your eye. {A noyse within.} 
 <D {Enter Ophelia.}> 
 !{Laer.} Let her come in. 
 How now, what noyse is that? 
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 O heate, dry vp my braines, teares seauen times salt 
 Burne out the sence and vertue of mine eye, 
 By heauen thy madnes shall be payd with weight 
 Tell our scale turne the beame. O Rose of #May, 
 Deere mayd, kind sister, sweet {Ophelia}, 
 O heauens, ist possible a young maids wits 
 Should be as mortall as a poore mans life. 
 <S {Oph.}> They bore him bare-#faste on the Beere,  {Song.} 
 And in his graue rain'd many a teare, 
 Fare you well my Doue. 
 <S {Laer.}> Hadst thou thy wits, and did'st perswade reuenge  
 It could not mooue thus. 
 <S {Oph.}> You must sing #a downe #a downe, 
 #And you call him #a downe #a. O how the wheele becomes it, 
 It is the false Steward that stole his Maisters daughter. 
 <S {Laer.}> This nothing's more then matter. 
*<S {Oph.}> There's Rosemary, thats for remembrance, pray you loue re-member, 
*and there is Pancies, thats for thoughts. 
*<S {Laer.}> A document in madnes, thoughts and remembrance fitted. 
*<S {Ophe.}> There's Fennill for you, and Colembines, there's Rewe for 
*you, & heere's some for me, we may call it herbe of Grace #a Sondaies, 
*you may weare your Rewe with a difference, there's a Dasie, I would 
*giue you some Violets, but they witherd all when my Father dyed, 
 they say #a  made a good end. 
 For bonny sweet Robin is all my ioy. 
 <S {Laer.}> Thought and afflictions, passion, #hell it selfe  
 She turnes to fauour and to prettines. 
 <S {Oph.}> And wil #a not come againe,  {Song.} 
 And wil #a not come againe, 
 No, no, he is dead, goe to thy death bed, 
 He neuer will come againe. 
 His beard was as white as snow,  
 Flaxen was his pole, 
 He is gone, he is gone, and we cast away mone, 
 God #a mercy on his soule, and of all Christians soules, 
 God buy you. 
 <S {Laer.}> Doe you this o God. 
 <S {King.} {Laertes}>, I must commune with your griefe, 
 Or you deny me right, goe but apart, 
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 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, 
 And they shall heare and iudge twixt you and me, 
 If by direct, or by colaturall hand  
 They find vs toucht, we will our kingdome giue, 
 Our crowne, our life, and all that we call ours  
 To you in satisfaction; but if not, 
 Be you content to lend your patience to vs, 
 And we shall ioyntly labour with your soule  
 To giue it due content. 
 <S {Laer.}> Let this be so. 
 His meanes of death, his obscure funerall, 
 No trophe sword, nor hatchment ore his bones, 
 No noble right, nor formall ostentation, 
 Cry to be heard as twere from heauen to earth, 
 That I must call't in question.  
 <S ##{King.}> So you shall, 
 And where th'#offence is, let the great axe fall. 
 I pray you goe with me.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter Horatio and others.}> 
 <S {Hora.}> What are they that would speake with me? 
 <S {Gent.}> Sea-#faring men sir, they say they haue Letters for you. 
 <S {Hor.}> Let them come in. 
 I doe not know from what part of the world 
 I should be greeted. If not from Lord {Hamlet.}  <D {Enter Saylers.}> 
 <S {Say.}> God blesse you sir. 
 <S {Hora.}> Let him blesse thee #to. 
*<S {Say.}> #A shall sir #and please him, there's a Letter for you sir, it came 
*fro[m] th'#Embassador that was bound for {England}, if your name be {Ho}-{ratio},as 
 I am let to know it is. 
*<S {Ham.} {Horatio}>, when thou shalt haue ouer-#lookt this, giue these fel-lowes 
*some meanes to the King, they haue Letters for him: Ere wee 
*were two daies old at Sea, at Pyrat of very warlike appointment gaue 
*vs chase, finding our selues too slow of saile, wee put on a compelled 
*valour, and in the grapple I boorded them, on the instant they got 
*cleere of our shyp, so I alone became theyr prisoner, they haue dealt 
*with me like thieues of mercie, but they knew what they did, I am to 
*doe a turne for them, let the King haue the Letters I haue sent, and 
*repayre thou to me with as much speede as thou wouldest flie death, 
*I haue wordes to speake in thine eare will make thee dumbe, yet are 
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*they much too light for the bord of the matter, these good fellowes
    *will bring thee where I am, {Rosencraus} and {Guyldensterne} hold theyr 
 course for {England}, of them I haue much to tell thee, farewell. 
 <S {So that thou knowest thine Hamlet.}> 
 <S {Hor.}> Come I will you way for these your letters, 
 And doo't the speedier that you may direct me 
 To him from whom you brought them.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter King and Laertes.}> 
 <S {King.}> Now must your conscience my acquittance seale, 
 And you must put me in your hart for friend, 
 Sith you haue heard and with a knowing eare, 
 That he which hath your noble father slaine  
 Pursued my life. 
 <S {Laer.}> It well appeares: but tell mee 
 Why you proceede not against these feates  
 So criminall and so capitall in nature, 
 As by your safetie, greatnes, wisdome, all things els  
 You mainely were stirr'd vp. 
 <S {King.}> O for two speciall reasons  
 Which may to you perhaps seeme much vnsinnow'd, 
 But yet to mee tha'r strong, the Queene his mother 
 Liues almost by his lookes, and for my selfe, 
 My vertue or my plague, be it eyther which, 
 She is so concliue to my life and soule, 
 That as the starre mooues not but in his sphere  
 I could not but by her, the other motiue, 
 Why to a publique count I might not goe, 
 Is the great loue the generall gender beare him, 
 Who dipping all his faults in theyr affection, 
 Worke like the spring that turneth wood to stone, 
 Conuert his Giues to graces, so that my arrowes 
 Too slightly tymberd for so loued Arm'd, 
 Would haue reuerted to my bowe againe, 
 But not where I haue aym'd them. 
 <S {Laer.}> And so haue I a noble father lost, 
 A sister driuen into desprat termes, 
 Whose worth, if prayses may goe backe againe 
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 Stood challenger on mount of all the age 
 For her perfections, but my reuenge will come. 
 <S {King.}> Breake not your sleepes for that, you must not thinke 
 That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull, 
 That we can let our beard be shooke with danger, 
 And thinke it pastime, you shortly shall heare more, 
 I loued your father, and we loue our selfe, 
 And that I hope will teach you to imagine. 
 <D {Enter a Messenger with Letters.}> 
 <S {Messen.}> These to your Maiestie, this to the Queene. 
 <S {King.}> From {Hamlet}, who brought them? 
 <S {Mess.}> Saylers my Lord they say, I saw them not, 
 They were giuen me by {Claudio}, he receiued them  
 Of him that brought them. 
 <S {King.} {Laertes}> you shall heare them: leaue vs. 
*High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom, 
*to morrow shall I begge leaue to see your kingly eyes, when I shal first 
*asking you pardon, there-#vnto recount the occasion of my suddaine  
 returne. 
 <S {King.}> What should this meane, are all the rest come backe, 
 Or is it some abuse, and no such thing? 
 <S {Laer.}> Know you the hand? 
 <S {King.}> Tis {Hamlets} caracter. Naked,  
 And in a postscript heere he sayes alone,Can you deuise me?  
 <S ##{Laer.}> I am lost in it my Lord, but let him come, 
 It warmes the very sicknes in my hart 
 That I liue and tell him to his teeth  
 Thus didst thou. 
 <S {King.}> If it be so {Laertes},  
 As how should it be so, how otherwise, 
 Will you be rul'd by me?  
 <S ##{Laer.}> #I  my Lord, so you will not ore-#rule me to a peace. 
 <S {King.}> To thine owne peace, if he be now returned 
 As the King at his voyage, and that he meanes 
 No more to vndertake it, I will worke him 
 To an exployt, now ripe in my deuise, 
 Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall: 
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 And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, 
 But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practise, 
 And call it accedent. 
 !{Laer.} My Lord I will be rul'd, 
 !The rather if you could deuise it so 
 !That I might be the organ. 
 !{King.} It falls right, 
 !You haue beene talkt of since your trauaile much, 
 !And that in {Hamlets} hearing, for a qualitie 
 !Wherein they say you shine, your summe of parts 
 !Did not together plucke such enuie from him 
 !As did that one, and that in my regard 
 !Of the vnworthiest siedge. 
 !{Laer.} What part is that my Lord? 
 !{King.} A very riband in the cap of youth, 
 !Yet needfull #to, for youth no lesse becomes 
 !The light and carelesse liuery that it weares 
 !Then setled age, his sables, and his weedes 
 !Importing health and grauenes; two months since 
 Heere was a gentleman of {Normandy}, 
 I haue seene my selfe, and seru'd against the French, 
 And they can well on horsebacke, but this gallant 
 Had witch-#craft in't, he grew vnto his seate, 
 And to such wondrous dooing brought his horse, 
 As had he beene incorp'st, and demy natur'd 
 With the braue beast, so farre he topt me thought, 
 That I in forgerie of shapes and tricks  
 Come short of what he did. 
 <S {Laer.}> A Norman #wast?  
 <S ##{King.}> A Norman. 
 <S {Laer.}> Vppon my life {Lamord.}  
 <S ##{King.}> The very same. 
  
 <S {Laer.}> I know him well, he is the brooch indeed  
 And Iem of all the Nation. 
 <S {King.}> He made confession of you,  
 And gaue you such a masterly report 
 For #art and exercise in your defence,  
 And for your Rapier most especiall, 
 That he cride out t'would be a sight indeed 
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 If one could match you; the Scrimures of their nation 
 !He swore had neither motion, guard, nor eye, 
 !If you opposd them; sir this report of his 
 Did {Hamlet} so enuenom with his enuy, 
 That he could nothing doe but wish and beg 
 Your sodaine comming ore to play with you. 
 Now out of this.  
 <S ##{Laer.}> What out of this my Lord? 
 <S {King.} {Laertes}> was your father deare to you? 
 Or are you like the painting of a sorrowe,  
 A face without a hart? 
 <S {Laer.}> Why aske you this?  
 <S ##{King.}> Not that I thinke you did not loue your father, 
 But that I knowe, loue is begunne by time, 
 And that I see in passages of proofe, 
 Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it, 
 !There liues within the very flame of loue 
 !A kind of weeke or snufe that will abate it, 
 !And nothing is at a like goodnes still, 
 !For goodnes growing to a plurisie, 
 !Dies in his owne too much, that we #would doe 
 !We #should doe when we would: for this #would changes, 
 !And hath abatements and delayes as many, 
 !As there are tongues, are hands, are accedents, 
 !And then this #should is like a spend thrifts sigh, 
 !That hurts by easing; but to the quick of th'#vlcer, 
 <S {#Hamlet}> comes back, what would you vndertake 
 To showe your selfe indeede your fathers sonne  
 More then in words? 
 <S {Laer.}> To cut his thraot i'th Church. 
 <S {King.}> No place indeede should murther sanctuarise, 
 Reuendge should haue no bounds: but good {Laertes} 
 Will you doe this, keepe close within your chamber, 
 <S {#Hamlet}> return'd, shall knowe you are come home, 
 Weele put on those shall praise your excellence, 
 And set a double varnish on the fame 
 The french man gaue you, bring you in fine together 
 And wager ore your heads; he being remisse, 
 Most generous, and free from all contriuing, 
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 Will not peruse the foyles, so that with ease, 
 Or with a little shuffling, you may choose 
 A sword vnbated, and in a pace of practise  
 Requite him for your Father. 
 <S {Laer.}> I will doo't,  
 And for purpose, Ile annoynt my sword. 
 I bought an vnction of a Mountibanck 
 So mortall, that but dippe a knife in it, 
 Where it drawes blood, no Cataplasme so rare, 
 Collected from all simples that haue vertue 
 Vnder the Moone, can saue the thing from death 
 That is but scratcht withall,  Ile tutch my point 
 With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, it may be death. 
 <S {King.}> Lets further thinke of this. 
 Wey what conuenience both of time and meanes 
 May fit vs to our shape if this should fayle, 
 And that our drift looke through our bad performance, 
 Twere better not assayd, therefore this proiect, 
 Should haue a back or second that might hold 
 If this did blast in proofe; soft let me see, 
 Wee'le make a solemne wager on your cunnings, 
 I hate, when in your motion you are hote and dry, 
 As make your bouts more violent to that end, 
 And that he calls for drinke, Ile haue prepard him 
 A Challice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, 
 If he by chaunce escape your venom'd stuck, 
 Our purpose may hold there; but stay, what noyse? 
 <D {Enter Queene.}> 
 <S {Quee.}> One woe doth tread vpon anothers #heele, 
 So fast they follow; your Sisters drownd {Laertes.} 
 <S {Laer.}> Drown'd, o where?  
 <S ##{Quee.}> There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke 
 That showes his horry leaues in the glassy streame, 
 Therewith fantastique garlands did she make 
 Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long Purples 
 That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name, 
 But our cull-#cold maydes doe dead mens fingers call them. 
 There on the pendant boughes her cronet weedes 
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 Clambring to hang, an enuious sliuer broke, 
 When downe her weedy trophies and her selfe 
 Fell in the weeping Brooke, her clothes spred wide, 
 And Marmaide like awhile  they bore her vp, 
 Which time she chaunted snatches of old laudes, 
 As one incapable of her owne distresse, 
 Or like a creature natiue and indewed  
 Vnto that elament, but long it could not be 
 Till that her garments heauy with theyr drinke, 
 Puld the poore wretch from her melodious lay  
 To muddy death. 
 <S {Laer.}> Alas, then she is drownd.  
 <S ##{Quee.}> Drownd, drownd. 
 <S {Laer.}> Too much of water hast thou poore {Ophelia}, 
 And therefore I forbid my teares; but yet 
 It is our tricke, nature her custome holds, 
 Let shame say what it will, when these are gone, 
 The woman will be out. Adiew my Lord, 
 I haue a speech #a fire that faine would blase, 
 But that this folly drownes it.  <D {Exit.}> 
 <S {King.}> Let's follow {Gertrard}, 
 How much I had to doe to calme his rage, 
 Now feare I this will giue it start againe, 
 Therefore lets follow.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter two Clownes.}> 
*<S {Clowne.}> Is shee to be buried in Christian buriall, when she wilfully  
 seekes her owne saluation? 
*<S {Other.}> I tell thee she is, therfore make her graue straight, the crow-ner 
 hath sate on her, and finds it Christian buriall. 
*<S {Clowne.}> How can that be, vnlesse she drown'd herselfe in her owne  
 defence.  
 <S {Other.}> Why tis found so. 
*<S {Clowne.}> It must be so offended, it cannot be els, for heere lyes the 
*poynt, if I drowne my selfe wittingly, it argues an act, & an act hath 
*three branches, it is to act, to doe, to performe, or all; she drownd her  
 selfe wittingly. 
 <S {Other.}> Nay, but heare you good man deluer. 
*<S {Clowne.}> Giue mee leaue, here lyes the water, good, here stands the 
 
*man, good, if the man goe to this water & drowne himselfe, it is will
*he, nill he, he goes, marke you that, but if the water come to him, & 
*drowne him, he drownes not himselfe, argall, he that is not guilty of  
 his owne death, shortens not his owne life. 
 <S {Other.}> But is this law?  
 <S ##{Clowne.}> #I  marry i'st, Crowners quest law. 
*<S {Other.}> Will you #ha the truth an't, if this had not beene a gentlewo-man, 
 she should haue been buried out #a christian buriall. 
*<S {Clowne.}> Why there thou sayst, and the more pitty that great folke 
*should haue countnaunce in this world to drowne or hang the[m]selues, 
*more then #theyr euen Christen: Come my spade, there is no aunci-ent 
*gentlemen but Gardners, Ditchers, and Grauemakers, they hold  
 vp Adams profession, 
 <S {Other.}> Was he a gentleman?  
 <S ##{Clowne.}> #A  was the first that euer bore Armes. 
*Ile put another question to thee, if thou answerest me not to the pur-pose, 
 confesse thy selfe.  
 <S ##{Other.}> Goe to. 
*<S {Clow.}> What is he that builds stronger then eyther the Mason, the  
 Shypwright, or the Carpenter. 
*<S {Other.}> The gallowes maker, for that out-#liues a thousand tenants. 
*<S {Clowne.}> I like thy wit well in good fayth, the gallowes dooes well, 
*but howe dooes it well? It dooes well to those that do #ill, nowe thou 
*doost #ill to say the gallowes is built stronger then the Church, argall, 
 the gallowes may doo well to thee. Too't againe, come. 
*<S {Other.}> Who buildes stronger then a Mason, a Shipwright, or a  
 Carpenter. 
 <S {Clowne.}> #I,  tell me that and vnyoke. 
 <S {Other.}> Marry now I can tell.  
 <S ##{Clowne.}> Too't. 
 <S {Other.}> Masse I cannot tell. 
*<S {Clow.}> Cudgell thy braines no more about it, for your dull asse wil 
*not mend his pace with beating, and when you are askt this question 
*next, say a graue-#maker, the houses hee makes lasts till Doomesday. 
 Goe get thee in, and fetch mee a stoope of liquer. 
 In youth when I did loue did loue,  {Song.} 
 Me thought it was very sweet 
 To contract o the time for #a my behoue, 
 O me thought there #a was nothing #a meet. 
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 !<D {Enter Hamlet and Horatio.}> 
*<S {Ham.}> Has this fellowe no feeling of his busines? #a  sings in graue-making. 
  
 <S {Hora.}> Custome hath made it in him a propertie of easines. 
*<S {Ham.}> Tis een so, the hand of little imploiment hath the daintier sence 
 <S {Clow.}> But age with his stealing steppes  {Song.}  
 hath clawed me in his clutch, 
 And hath shipped me into the land,  
 as if I had neuer been such. 
*<S {Ham.}> That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once, how the 
*knaue iowles it to the ground, as if twere Caines iawbone, that did the 
*first murder, this might be the pate of a pollitician, which this asse now 
 ore-#reaches; one that would circumuent God, might it not?  
 <S ##{Hora.}> It might my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Or of a Courtier, which could say good morrow sweet lord, 
*how doost thou sweet lord? This might be my Lord such a one, that 
*praised my lord such a ones horse when #a went to beg it, might it not?  
 <S ##{Hor.}> #I  my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Why een so, & now my Lady wormes Choples, & knockt 
*about the massene with a Sextens spade; here's fine reuolution #and 
*we had the tricke to see't, did these bones cost no more the breeding, 
 but to play at loggits with them: mine ake to thinke on't. 
 <S {Clow.}> A pickax and a spade a spade,  {Song.}  
 for #and a shrowding sheet, 
 O a pit of Clay for to be made  
 for such a guest is meet. 
*<S {Ham.}> There's another, why may not that be the skull of a Lawyer, 
*where be his quiddities now, his quillites, his cases, his tenurs, and his 
*tricks? why dooes he suffer this madde knaue now to knocke him a-bout 
*the sconce with a durtie shouell, and will not tell him of his acti-on 
*of battery, hum, this fellowe might be in's time a great buyer of 
*Land, with his Statuts, his recognisances, his fines, his double vou-chers, 
*his recoueries, to haue his fine pate full of fine durt, will vou-chers 
*vouch him no more of his purchases & doubles then the length 
*and breadth of a payre of Indentures? The very conueyances of his 
*Lands will scarcely lye in this box, & must th'#inheritor himselfe haue  
 no more, ha. 
 <S {Hora.}> Not a iot more my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Is not Parchment made of sheepe-#skinnes? 
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 <S ##{Hora.}> #I my Lord, and of Calue-#skinnes #to. 
*<S {Ham.}> They are Sheepe and Calues which seeke out assurance in 
 that, I wil speak to this fellow. Whose graue's this sirra? 
  
 <S {Clow.}> Mine sir, or a pit of clay for to be made. 
 <S {Ham.}> I thinke it be thine indeede, for thou lyest in't. 
*<S {Clow.}> You lie out ont sir, and therefore tis not yours; for my part I  
 doe not lie in't, yet it is mine. 
*<S {Ham.}> Thou doost lie in't to be in't & say it is thine, tis for the dead, 
 not for the quicke, therefore thou lyest. 
 <S {Clow.}> Tis a quicke lye sir, twill away againe from me to you. 
 <S {Ham.}> What man doost thou digge it for?  
 <S ##{Clow.}> For no man sir. 
 <S {Ham.}> What woman then?  
 <S ##{Clow.}> For none neither. 
 <S {Ham.}> Who is to be buried in't? 
 <S {Clow.}> One that was a woman sir, but rest her soule shee's dead. 
*<S {Ham.}> How absolute the knaue is, we must speake by the card, or 
*equiuocation will vndoo vs. By the Lord {Horatio}, this three yeeres I 
*haue tooke note of it, the age is growne so picked, that the toe of the 
*pesant coms so neere the #heele of the Courtier he galls his kybe. How  
 long hast thou been Graue-#maker? 
*<S {Clow.}> Of the dayes i'th yere I came too't that day that our last king  
 #{Hamlet} ouercame {Fortenbrasse.} 
 <S {Ham.}> How long is that since?  
*<S {Clow.}> Cannot you tell that? euery foole can tell that, it was that 
*very day that young {Hamlet} was borne: hee that is mad and sent into  
 <S {England.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> #I  marry, why was he sent into {England}? 
*<S {Clow.}> Why because #a was mad: #a shall recouer his wits there, or if  
 #a doo not, tis no great matter there.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Why? 
*<S {Clow.}> Twill not be seene in him there, there the men are as mad  
 (as hee. 
 <S {Ham.}> How came he mad?  
 <S ##{Clow.}> Very strangely they say. 
 <S {Ham.}> How strangely?  
 <S ##{Clow.}> Fayth eene with loosing his wits. 
  
 <S {Ham.}> Vpon what ground?  
*<S ##{Clow.}> Why heere in Denmarke: I haue been Sexten heere man  
 and boy thirty yeeres. 
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 <S ##{Ham.}> How long will a man lie i'th earth ere he rot? 
*<S {Clow.}> Fayth if #a be not rotten before #a die, as we haue many poc-kie 
*corses, that will scarce hold the laying in, #a will last you som eyght 
 yeere, or nine yeere. A Tanner will last you nine yeere. 
 <S {Ham.}> Why he more then another? 
*<S {Clow.}> Why sir, his hide is so tand with his trade, that #a will keepe 
*out water a great while; & your water is a sore decayer of your whor-son 
 dead body, heer's a scull now hath lyen you i'th earth 23. yeeres. 
 <S {Ham.}> Whose was it?  
*<S ##{Clow.}> A whorson mad fellowes it was, whose do you think it was? 
 <S {Ham.}> Nay I know not. 
*<S {Clow.}> A pestilence on him for a madde rogue, #a pourd a flagon of 
*Renish on my head once; this same skull sir, was sir {Yoricks} skull, the  
 Kings Iester. 
 <S {Ham.}> This?  
 <S ##{Clow.}> Een that. 
*<S {Ham.}> Alas poore {Yoricke}, I knew him {Horatio}, a fellow of infinite 
*iest, of most excellent fancie, hee hath bore me on his backe a thou-sand 
*times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my gorge 
*rises at it. Heere hung those lyppes that I haue kist I know not howe 
*oft, where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your songs, your fla-shes 
*of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roare, not one 
*now to mocke your owne grinning, quite chopfalne. Now get you 
*to my Ladies table, & tell her, let her paint an inch thicke, to this fa-uour 
 she must come, make her laugh at that. 
 Prethee {Horatio} tell me one thing.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> What's that my Lord? 
  
*<S {Ham.}> Doost thou thinke {Alexander} lookt #a this fashion i'th earth? 
 <S {Hora.}> Een so. 
 <S {Ham.}> And smelt so pah.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Een so my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> To what base vses wee may returne {Horatio}? Why may not 
*imagination trace the noble dust of {Alexander}, till #a find it stopping  
 a bunghole? 
 <S {Hor.}> Twere to consider too curiously to consider so. 
*<S {Ham.}> No faith, not a iot, but to follow him thether with modesty 
*enough, and likelyhood to leade it. {Alexander} dyed, {Alexander} was 
*buried, {Alexander} returneth to dust, the dust is earth, of earth wee 
*make Lome, & why of that Lome whereto  he was conuerted, might 
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 they not stoppe a Beare-#barrell? 
 Imperious {Caesar} dead, and turn'd to Clay, 
 Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the wind away. 
 O that that earth which kept the world in awe, 
 Should patch a wall t'#expell the waters flaw. 
 But soft, but soft awhile, here come the King, <D {Enter K[ing].  Q[ueene}>].  
 <S {Laertes and}>  
 <S {the corse.}> 
 The Queene, the Courtiers, who is this they follow? 
 And with such maimed rites? this doth betoken, 
 The corse they follow, did with desprat hand 
 Foredoo #it owne life, twas of some estate, 
 Couch we #a while and marke. 
 <S {Laer.}> What Ceremonie els? 
 <S {Ham.}> That is {Laertes} a very noble youth, marke. 
 <S {Laer.}> What Ceremonie els? 
 <S {Doct.}> Her obsequies haue been as farre inlarg'd 
 As we haue warrantie, her death was doubtfull, 
 And but that great commaund ore-#swayes  the order, 
 She should in ground vnsanctified been lodg'd  
 Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers, 
 Flints and peebles should be throwne on her: 
 Yet heere she is allow'd her virgin Crants, 
 Her mayden strewments, and the bringing home  
 Of bell and buriall. 
 <S {Laer.}> Must there no more be doone?  
 <S ##{Doct.}> No more be doone. 
 We should prophane the seruice of the dead, 
 To sing a Requiem and such rest to her  
 As to peace-#parted soules. 
 <S {Laer.}> Lay her i'th earth, 
 And from her faire and vnpolluted flesh 
 May Violets spring: I tell thee churlish Priest, 
 A ministring Angell shall my sister be  
 When thou lyest howling. 
 <S {Ham.}> What, the faire {Ophelia.} 
 <S {Quee.}> Sweets to the sweet, farewell, 
 I hop't thou should'st haue been my {Hamlets} wife, 
 I thought thy bride-#bed to haue deckt sweet maide, 
 And not haue strew'd thy graue. 
 <S {Laer.}> O treble woe 
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 Fall tenne times double on that cursed head, 
 Whose wicked deede thy most ingenious sence 
 Depriued thee of, hold off the earth #a while, 
 Till I haue caught her once more in mine armes; 
 Now pile your dust vpon the quicke and dead, 
 Till of this flat a mountaine you haue made 
 T#o'retop old {Pelion}, or the skyesh head  
 Of blew {Olympus.} 
 <S {Ham.}> What is he whose griefe 
 Beares such an emphesis, whose phrase of sorrow 
 Coniures the wandring starres, and makes them stand 
 Like wonder wounded hearers: this is I  
 #{Hamlet} the Dane. 
 <S {Laer}>. The deuill take thy soule. 
 <S {Ham.}> Thou pray'st not well, I prethee take thy fingers  
 (from my throat, 
 For though I am not spleenatiue rash, 
 Yet haue I in me something dangerous, 
 Which let thy wisedome feare; hold off thy hand, 
 <S {King.}> Pluck them #a sunder. 
 <S {Quee.} {Hamlet}>, {Hamlet.} 
 !{All.} Gentlemen. 
 <S {Hora.}> Good my Lord be quiet. 
 <S {Ham.}> Why, I will fight with him vpon this theame 
 Vntil my eie-#lids will no longer wagge. 
 <S {Quee.}> O my sonne, what theame? 
 <S {Ham.}> I loued {Ophelia}, forty thousand brothers  
 Could not with all theyr quantitie of loue 
 Make vp my summe. What wilt thou doo for her. 
 <S {King.}> O he is mad {Laertes.} 
 <S {Quee.}> For loue of God forbeare him. 
 <S {Ham.}> S'wounds shew me what th'owt doe: 
 Woo't weepe, woo't fight, woo't fast, woo't teare thy selfe, 
 Woo't drinke vp Esill, eate a Crocadile? 
 Ile doo't, doost come heere to whine? 
 To out-#face me with leaping in her graue, 
 Be buried quicke with her, and so will I. 
 #And if thou prate of mountaines, let them throw  
 Millions of Acres on vs, till our ground 
 Sindging his pate against the burning Zone 
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 Make Ossa like a wart, nay #and thou'lt mouthe,  
 Ile rant as well as thou. 
 <S {Quee.}> This is meere madnesse, 
 And thus #a while the fit will worke on him, 
 Anon as patient as the female Doue 
 When that her golden cuplets are disclosed  
 His silence will sit drooping. 
 <S {Ham.}> Heare you sir,  
 What is the reason that you vse me thus? 
 I lou'd you euer, but it is no matter, 
 Let {Hercules} himselfe doe what he may 
 The Cat will mew, and Dogge will haue his day.  <D {Exit Hamlet}>  
 <S {and Horatio.}> 
 <S {King.}> I pray thee good {Horatio} waite vpon him. 
 Strengthen your patience in our last nights speech, 
 Weele put the matter to the present push: 
 Good {Gertrard} set some watch ouer your sonne, 
 This graue shall haue a liuing monument, 
 An houre of quiet thereby shall we see 
 Tell then in patience our proceeding be.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 <D {Enter Hamlet and Horatio.}> 
 <S {Ham.}> So much for this sir, now shall you see the other, 
 You doe remember all the circumstance. 
 <S {Hora.}> Remember it my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> Sir in my hart there was a kind of fighting 
 That would not let me sleepe, me thought I lay 
 Worse then the mutines in the bilbo, rashly, 
 And praysd be rashnes for it: let vs knowe, 
 Our indiscretion sometime serues vs well 
 When our deepe plots doe fall, & that should learne vs 
 Ther's a diuinity that shapes our ends,  
 Rough hew them how we will. 
 <S {Hora.}> That is most certaine. 
 <S {Ham.}> Vp from my Cabin,  
 My sea-#gowne scarft about me in the darke 
 Gropt I to find out them, had my desire, 
 Fingard their packet, and in fine with-#drew 
 To mine owne roome againe, making so bold 
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 My feares forgetting manners to vnfold  
 Their graund commission; where I found {Horatio} 
 A royall knauery, an exact command  
 Larded with many seuerall sorts of reasons, 
 Importing Denmarkes health, and {Englands} #to, 
 With hoe such bugges and goblines in my life, 
 That on the superuise no leasure bated, 
 No not to stay the grinding of the Axe, 
 My head should be strooke off. 
 <S {Hora.}> I'st possible?  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Heeres the commission, read it at more leasure, 
 But wilt thou heare now how I did proceed.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> I beseech you. 
 <S {Ham.}> Being thus benetted round with villaines, 
 Or I could make a prologue to my braines, 
 They had begunne the play, I sat me downe, 
 Deuisd a new commission, wrote it faire, 
 I once did hold it as our statists doe, 
 A basenesse to write faire, and labourd much 
 How to forget that learning, but sir now 
 It did me yemans seruice, wilt thou know  
 Th'#effect of what I wrote? 
 <S {Hora.}> #I  good my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> An earnest coniuration from the King, 
 As {England} was his faithfull tributary, 
 As loue betweene them like the palme might florish, 
 As peace should still her wheaten garland weare 
 And stand a Comma tweene their amities, 
 And many such like, as sir of great charge, 
 That on the view, and knowing of these contents, 
 Without debatement further more or lesse, 
 He should those bearers put to suddaine death,  
 Not shriuing time alow'd. 
 <S {Hora.}> How was this seald? 
 <S {Ham.}> Why euen in that was heauen ordinant, 
 I had my fathers signet in my purse 
 Which was the modill of that Danish seale, 
 Folded the writ vp in the forme of th'#other, 
 Subcribe it, gau't th'#impression, plac'd it safely, 
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 The changling neuer knowne: now the next day 
 Was our Sea fight, and what to this was sequent  
 Thou knowest already. 
 <S {Hora.}> So {Guyldensterne} and {Rosencraus} goe too't. 
 <S {Ham.}> They are not neere my conscience, their defeat 
 Dooes by their owne insinnuation growe, 
 Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes 
 Betweene the passe and fell incenced points  
 Of mighty opposits. 
 <S {Hora.}> Why what a King is this!? 
 <S {Ham.}> Dooes it not thinke thee stand me now vppon? 
 He that hath kild my King, and whor'd my mother, 
 Pop't in betweene th'#election and my hopes, 
 Throwne out his Angle for my proper life, 
 And with such cusnage, i'st not perfect conscience? 
 <D {Enter a Courtier.}> 
 <S {Cour.}> Your Lordship is right welcome backe to Denmarke. 
 <S {Ham.}> I humble thanke you sir.  
 Doost know this water fly? 
 <S {Hora.}> No my good Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> Thy state is the more gracious, for tis a vice to know him, 
*He hath much land and fertill: let a beast be Lord of beasts, and his 
  
*crib shall stand at the Kings messe, tis a chough, but as I say, spaci-ous 
 in the possession of durt. 
*<S {Cour.}> Sweete Lord, if your Lordshippe were at leasure, I should  
 impart a thing to you from his Maiestie. 
*<S {Ham.}> I will receaue it sir withall dilligence of spirit,  your bonnet  
 to his right vse, tis for the head. 
 <S {Cour.}> I thanke your Lordship, it is very hot. 
 <S {Ham.}> No belieue me, tis very cold, the wind is Northerly. 
 <S {Cour.}> It is indefferent cold my Lord indeed. 
*<S {Ham.}> But yet me thinkes it is very sully and hot, or my complec-tion. 
*<S {Cour.}> Exceedingly my Lord, it is very soultery, as t'were I can-not 
*tell how: my Lord his Maiestie bad me signifie to you, that #a 
 has layed a great wager on your head, sir this is the matter. 
 <S {Ham.}> I beseech you remember. 
*<S {Cour.}> Nay good my Lord for my ease in good faith, sir here is newly 
 !*com to Court {Laertes}, belieue me an absolute gentlemen, ful of most 
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 !*excellent differences, of very soft society, and great showing: in-deede!*to 
 speake fellingly of him, hee is the card or kalender of gen-try: 
 !*for you shall find in him the continent of what part a Gentle-!man 
 would see.1! 
 !*{Ham.} Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you, though I 
 !*know to deuide him inuentorially, would dazzle th'#arithmaticke of 
 !*memory, and yet but raw neither, in respect of his quick saile, but 
 !*in the veritie of extolment, I take him to be a soule of great article, 
 !*& his infusion of such dearth and rarenesse, as to make true dixion 
 !*of him, his semblable is his mirrour, & who els would trace him, his  
 !vmbrage, nothing more.1! 
 !{Cour.} Your Lordship speakes most infallibly of him. 
 !*{Ham.} The concernancy sir, why doe we wrap the gentleman in  
 !our more rawer breath?  
 !##{Cour.} Sir.1! 
 1! 
 !*{Hora.} Ist not possible to vnderstand in another tongue, you will  
 !doo't sir really.1! 
 !{Ham.} What imports the nomination of this gentleman.  
 !##{Cour.} Of {Laertes.}1! 
 !{Hora.} His purse is empty already, all's golden words are spent.  
 !##{Ham.} Of him sir.1! 
 !{Cour.} I know you are not ignorant. 
 !*{Ham.} I would you did sir, yet in faith if you did, it would not  
 !much approoue me, well sir.1! 
 <S {Cour.}> You are not ignorant of what excellence {Laertes} is. 
 !*{Ham.} I dare not confesse that, least I should compare with 
 !*him in excellence, but to know a man wel, were to knowe himselfe. 
 !*{Cour.} I meane sir for this weapon, but in the imputation laide on 
 !him, by them in his meed, hee's vnfellowed. 
 <S {Ham.}> What's his weapon?  
 <S ##{Cour.}> Rapier and Dagger. 
 <S {Ham.}> That's two of his weapons, but well. 
*<S {Cour.}> The King sir hath wagerd with him six Barbary horses, 
*against the which hee has impaund as I take it six French Rapiers 
*and Poynards, with their assignes, as girdle, hanger and so. Three 
*of the carriages in faith, are very deare to fancy, very responsiue to 
 the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of very liberall conceit. 
*<S {Ham.}> What call you the carriages? 
 !*{Hora.} I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had  
 !done. 
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 <S {Cour.}> The carriage sir are the hangers. 
*<S {Ham.}> The phrase would bee more Ierman to the matter if wee 
*could carry a cannon by our sides, I would it might be hangers till 
*then, but on, six Barbry horses against six French swords their as-signes, 
*and three liberall conceited carriages, that's the French  
 bet against the Danish, why is this all you call it? 
*<S {Cour.}> The King sir, hath layd sir, that in a dozen passes betweene 
*your selfe and him, hee shall not exceede you three hits, hee hath 
*layd on twelue for nine, and it would come to immediate triall, if  
 your Lordshippe would vouchsafe the answere. 
*<S {Ham.}> How if I answere no? 
 <S {Cour.}> I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in triall. 
*<S {Ham.}> Sir I will walke heere in the hall, if it please his Maiestie, it 
*is the breathing time of day with me, let the foiles be brought, the 
*Gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose; I will winne 
*for him #and I can, if not, I will gaine nothing but my shame, and  
 the odde hits. 
 <S {Cour.}> Shall I deliuer you so? 
 <S {Ham.}> To this effect sir, after what florish your nature will. 
 <S {Cour.}> I commend my duty to your Lordshippe. 
*<S {Ham.}> Yours doo's well to commend it himselfe, there are no  
 tongues els for's turne. 
 <S {Hora.}> This Lapwing runnes away with the #shell on his head. 
*<S {Ham.}> #A did so sir with his dugge before #a suckt it, thus has he and 
*many more of the same breede that I know the drossy age dotes on, 
*only got the tune of the time, and out of an habit of incounter, a 
*kind of histy colection, which carries them through and through 
*the most prophane and trennowed opinions, and doe but blowe  
 them to their triall, the bubbles are out. 
 !<D {Enter a Lord.}> 
 !*{Lord.} My Lord, his Maiestie commended him to you by young 
 !*{Ostricke}, who brings backe to him that you attend him in the hall, 
 !*he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with {Laertes}, or that  
 !you will take longer time?1! 
 !*{Ham.} I am constant to my purposes, they followe the Kings plea-sure, 
 !*if his fitnes speakes, mine is ready: now or whensoeuer, pro-uided 
 I be so able as now.1! 
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 !##{Lord.} The King, and Queene, and all are comming downe.  
 !##{Ham.} In happy time.1! 
 !*{Lord.} The Queene desires you to vse some gentle entertainment 
 !to {Laertes}, before you fall to play. 
 !{Ham.} Shee well instructs me. 
 <S {Hora.}> You will loose my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> I doe not thinke so, since he went into France, I haue bene 
*in continuall practise, I shall winne at the ods; thou would'st not 
 thinke how #ill all's heere about my hart, but it is no matter.  
 <S ##{Hora.}> Nay good my Lord. 
*<S {Ham.}> It is but foolery, but it is such a kinde of gaingiuing, as  
 would perhapes trouble a woman. 
*<S {Hora.}> If your minde dislike any thing, obay it. I will forstal their  
 repaire hether, and say you are not fit. 
*<S {Ham.}> Not a whit, we defie augury, there is speciall prouidence in 
*the fall of a Sparrowe, if it be, tis not to come, if it be not to come, 
*it will be now, if it be not now, yet it well come, the readines is all, 
*since no man of ought he leaues, knowes what ist to leaue betimes,  
 let be. 
 <S {A table prepard, Trumpets, Drums and officers with Cushions}>, 
 #{King, Queene, and all the state, Foiles, daggers},  
 <S {and Laertes.}> 
 <S {King.}> Come {Hamlet}, come and take this hand from me. 
 <S {Ham.}> Giue me your pardon sir, I haue done you wrong, 
 But pardon't as you are a gentleman, this presence knowes, 
 And you must needs haue heard, how I am punnisht  
 With a sore distraction, what I haue done 
 That might your nature, honor, and exception 
 Roughly awake, I heare proclame was madnesse, 
 #Wast {Hamlet} wronged {Laertes}?  neuer {Hamlet.} 
 If {Hamlet} from himselfe be tane away, 
 And when hee's not himselfe, dooes wrong {Laertes}, 
 Then {Hamlet} dooes it not, {Hamlet} denies it, 
 Who dooes it then? his madnesse. Ift be so, 
 #{Hamlet} is of the faction that is wronged, 
 His madnesse is poore {Hamlets} enimie, 
 Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd euill, 
 Free me so farre in your most generous thoughts 
 That I haue shot my arrowe ore the house 
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 And hurt my brother. 
 <S {Laer.}> I am satisfied in nature, 
 Whose motiue in this case should stirre me most 
 To my reuendge, but in my tearmes of honor 
 I stand #a loofe, and will no reconcilement, 
 Till by some elder Maisters of knowne honor 
 I haue a voyce and president of peace  
 To my name vngord: but all that time 
 I doe receaue your offerd loue, like loue,  
 And will not wrong it. 
*<S {Ham.}> I embrace it freely, and will this brothers wager  
 franckly play. 
 Giue vs the foiles.  
 <S ##{Laer.}> Come, one for me. 
 <S {Ham.}> Ile be your foile {Laertes}, in mine ignorance 
 Your skill shall like a starre i'th darkest night  
 Stick fiery #of indeed. 
 <S {Laer.}> You mocke me sir.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> No by this hand. 
 <S {King.}> Giue them the foiles young {Ostricke}, cosin {Hamlet}, 
 You knowe the wager.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Very well my Lord. 
 Your grace has layed the ods a'th weeker side. 
 <S {King.}> I doe not feare it, I haue seene you both, 
 But since he is better, we haue therefore ods. 
 <S {Laer.}> This is #to heauy: let me see another. 
 <S {Ham.}> This likes me well, these foiles haue all a length. 
  
 <S {Ostr.}> #I  my good Lord. 
 <S {King.}> Set me the stoopes of wine vpon that table, 
 If {Hamlet} giue the first or second hit, 
 Or quit in answere of the third exchange, 
 Let all the battlements their ordnance fire. 
 The King shall drinke to {Hamlets} better breath, 
 And in the cup an Onixe shall he throwe, 
 Richer then that which foure successiue Kings 
 In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne: giue me the cups, 
 And let the kettle to the trumpet speake, 
 The trumpet to the Cannoneere without, 
 The Cannons to the heauens, the heauen to earth, 
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 Now the King drinkes to {Hamlet}, come beginne.  {Trumpets}  
 <S {the while.}>And you the Iudges beare a wary eye. 
 <S {Ham.}> Come on sir.  
 <S ##{Laer.}> Come my Lord. 
 <S {Ham.}> One.  
 <S ##{Laer.}> No. 
 <S {Ham.}> Iudgement.  
 <S ##{Ostrick.}> A hit, a very palpable hit.  {Drum, trumpets and shot.}  
 <S {Florish, a peece goes off.}> 
 <S {Laer.}> Well, againe. 
 <S {King.}> Stay, giue me drinke, {Hamlet} this pearle is thine. 
 Heeres to thy health: giue him the cup. 
 <S {Ham.}> Ile play this bout first, set it by #a while 
 Come, another hit. What say you?  
 <S ##{Laer.}> I doe confest. 
 <S {King.}> Our sonne shall winne, 
 <S {Quee.}> Hee's fat and scant of breath. 
 Heere {Hamlet} take my napkin rub thy browes, 
 The Queene carowses to thy fortune {Hamlet.} 
 <S {Ham.}> Good Madam.  
 <S ##{King.} {Gertrard}> doe not drinke. 
 <S {Quee.}> I will my Lord, I pray you pardon me. 
 <S {King.}> It is the poysned cup, it is too late. 
 <S {Ham.}> I dare not drinke yet Madam, #by and by. 
 <S {Quee.}> Come, let me wipe thy face. 
 <S {Laer.}> My Lord, Ile hit him now.  
 <S ##{King.}> I doe not think't. 
 <S {Laer.}> And yet it is almost against my conscience. 
 <S {Ham.}> Come for the third {Laertes}, you doe but dally. 
 I pray you passe with your best violence 
 I am sure you make a wanton  of me.  
 <S ##{Laer.}> Say you so, come on. 
 <S {Ostr.}> Nothing neither way. 
 <S {Laer.}> Haue at you now. 
 <S {King.}> Part them, they are incenst.  
 <S ##{Ham.}> Nay come againe. 
 <S {Ostr.}> Looke to the Queene there howe. 
 <S {Hora.}> They bleed on both sides, how is it my Lord? 
 <S {Ostr.}> How ist {Laertes}? 
 <S {Laer.}> Why as a woodcock to mine owne sprindge {Ostrick}, 
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 I am iustly kild with mine owne treachery. 
 <S {Ham.}> How dooes the Queene? 
 <S {King.}> Shee sounds to see them bleed. 
 <S {Quee.}> No, no, the drinke, the drinke, o my deare {Hamlet}, 
 The drinke the drinke, I am poysned. 
 <S {Ham.}> O villanie, how let the doore be lock't, 
 Treachery, seeke it out. 
 <S {Laer.}> It is heere {Hamlet}, thou art slaine, 
 No medcin in the world can doe thee good, 
 In thee there is not halfe an houres life, 
 The treacherous instrument is in my hand 
 Vnbated and enuenom'd, the foule practise 
 Hath turn'd it selfe on me, loe heere I lie 
 Neuer to rise againe, thy mother's poysned, 
 I can no more, the King, the Kings #too blame. 
 <S {Ham.}> The point inuenom'd #to, then venome to thy worke. 
 <S {All.}> Treason, treason. 
 <S {King.}> O yet defend me friends, I am but hurt. 
 <S {Ham.}> Heare thou incestious damned Dane, 
 Drinke of this potion, is the Onixe heere? 
 Follow my mother. 
 <S {Laer.}> He is iustly serued, it is a poyson temperd by himselfe, 
 Exchange forgiuenesse with me noble {Hamlet}, 
 Mine and my fathers death come not vppon thee,  
 Nor thine on me. 
 <S {Ham.}> Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee; 
 I am dead {Horatio}, wretched Queene adiew. 
 You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance, 
 That are but mutes, or audience to this act, 
 Had I but time, as this fell sergeant Death 
 Is strict in his arrest, o I could tell you, 
 But let it be; {Horatio} I am dead, 
 Thou liuest, report me and my cause #a right  
 To the vnsatisfied. 
 <S {Hora.}> Neuer belieue it; 
 I am more an anticke Romaine then a Dane, 
 Heere's yet some liquer left. 
 <S {Ham.}> As th'art a man 
 Giue me the cup, let goe, by heauen Ile hate, 
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 O god {Horatio}, what a wounded name 
 Things standing thus vnknowne, shall I leaue behind me? 
 If thou did'st euer hold me in thy hart, 
 Absent thee from felicity #a while, 
 And in this harsh world drawe thy breath in paine  {A march #a}  
 <S {farre off.}> 
 To tell my story: what warlike noise is this? 
 <D {Enter Osrick.}> 
 <S {Osr.}> Young {Fortenbrasse} with conquest come from Poland, 
 To th'#embassadors of {England} giues this warlike volly. 
 <S {Ham.}> O I die {Horatio}, 
 The potent poyson quite ore-#crowes my spirit, 
 I cannot liue to heare the newes from {England}, 
 But I doe prophecie th'#ellection lights  
 On {Fortinbrasse}, he has my dying voyce, 
 So tell him, with th'#occurrants more and lesse 
 Which haue solicited, the rest is silence. 
 <S {Hora.}> Now cracks a noble hart, good night sweete Prince, 
 And flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest. 
 Why dooes the drum come hether? 
 <D {Enter Fortenbrasse, with the Embassadors.}> 
 <S {For.}> Where is this sight? 
 <S {Hora.}> What is it you would see? 
 If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search. 
 <S {For.}> This quarry cries on hauock, o prou'd death 
 What feast is toward in thine eternall cell, 
 That thou so many Princes at a shot  
 So bloudily hast strook? 
  
 <S {Embas.}> The sight is dismall 
 And our affaires from {England} come too late, 
 The eares are sencelesse that should giue vs hearing, 
 To tell him his commandment is fulfild, 
 That {Rosencraus} and {Guyldensterne} are dead, 
 Where should we haue our thankes? 
 <S {Hora.}> Not from his mouth  
 Had it th'#ability of life to thanke you; 
 He neuer gaue commandement for their death; 
 But since so iump vpon this bloody question 
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 You from the {Pollack} warres, and you from {England} 
 Are heere arriued, giue order that these bodies 
 High on a stage be placed to the view, 
 And let me speake, to yet vnknowing world 
 How these things came about; so shall you heare  
 Of carnall, bloody and vnnaturall acts, 
 Of accidentall iudgements, casuall slaughters, 
 Of deaths put on by cunning, and for no cause 
 And in this vpshot, purposes mistooke, 
 Falne on th'#inuenters heads: all this can I  
 Truly deliuer. 
 <S {For.}> Let vs #hast to heare it, 
 And call the noblest to the audience, 
 For me, with sorrowe I embrace my fortune, 
 I haue some rights, of memory in this kingdome, 
 Which now to clame my vantage doth inuite me. 
 <S {Hora.}> Of that I shall haue also cause to speake, 
 And from his mouth, whose voyce will drawe no more, 
 But let this same be presently perform'd 
 Euen while mens mindes are wilde, least more mischance 
 On plots and errores happen. 
 <S {For.}> Let foure Captaines  
 Beare {Hamlet} like a souldier to the stage, 
 For he was likely, had he beene put on, 
 To haue prooued most royall; and for his passage, 
 The souldiers musicke and the right of warre  
 Speake loudly for him: 
 Take vp the bodies, such a sight as this, 
 Becomes the field, but heere showes much amisse. 
 Goe bid the souldiers shoote.  <D {Exeunt.}> 
 FINIS. 
 The Tragedie of  
 HAMLET  
 <S {Prince of Denmarke.}> 
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