Шекспир Вильям. Гамлет (Пер.И.В.Пешкова)

Hamlet

Not so {much} my lord, 1 am too much m the so(u)n.
Good Hamlet cast thy nighted (nightly) colour off<,>
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark,(.)
70 Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust,(;)
Thou knowst 'tis common<,> all that lives must die,
Passing through nature<,> to eternity.

Hamlet

Ay madam, it is common.

Queen

If it be<;>
75 Why seems it so particular with thee.

Hamlet

Seems, madam,(?) nay it is,(:) I know not seems,<:)
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, {coold} <(good> mother)
Nor customary suits of solemn black<,>
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath<,>
80 No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage<,>
Together with all forms, moods, chapes (shewes) {*} of grief<,>
{* КвЗ shapes, редакторы часто реконструируют здесь shows}
That can deu(n)ote me truly,(.) these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play(:)
85 But I have that within which passeth show<;>
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

King

'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your fathero
But, you must know<,> your father lost a father,
90 That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
Tо do obsequious sorrow,(.) but to persever
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Of impious stubbornness,(.) 'tis unmanly grief,
95 It shows a will most incorrect to heaven<,>
A heart unfortified, or (a) mind impatient<,>
An understanding simple<,> and unschool'd<:>
For what we know must be, and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
100 Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie, 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried<,>
105 From the first corse<,> till he that died today,
This must be so:(.) we pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father,(:) for let the world take note<,>
You are the most immediate to our throne,
110 And with no less nobility of love<,>
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Do I impart toward you<.> for your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire,(:)
115 And we beseech you<,> bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier{,} cousin, and our son.

Queen

Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet,(:)
I {pray thee} , stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

Hamlet

120 I shall in all my best obey you madam.

King

Why 'tis a loving and a fair reply,
Be as ourself in Denmark,(.) Madam, come,
This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart,(;) in grace whereof,
125 No jocund health that Denmark drinks today,
But the greatcannon to the clouds shall tell.(,)
And the king's rouse the heaven shall bruit again,
Respeaking earthly thunder;(.) come away.

{Flourish. Exeunt all, but Hamlet}


О that this too too sullied {*} (solid) flesh would melt,
{* Или другой вар. чтения 2Кв: sallied }
130 Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,(:)
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst {seale slaughter,}
О God, God,(!)
How wary (weary), stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem (Seemes) to me all the uses of this world?
135 Fie {on't, ah fie,} 'tis an unweeded
That grows to seed,(:) things rank and gross in nature{,}
Possess it merely<.> that it should come thus (to this:)
But two months dead,(:) nay<,> not so much,(;) not two,
So excellent a king, that was to this
140 Hyperion to a satyr,(:) so loving to my mother,(.)
That he might not beteem(ne) the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly,(.) Heaven and earth
Must I remember,(:) why she should (would) hang on him<,>
As if increase of appetite had grown
145 By what it fed on,(;) and yet, within a month,(?)
Let me not think on 't;(:) frailty<,> thy name is woman<.>
A little month, or ere those shoes were old<,>
With which she follow'd my poor father's body
Like Niobe<,> all tears, why she<, euen she.>
150 <(>O God (Heauen),(!) a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have moum'd longer,()) married with my uncle,
My father's brother,(:) but no more like my father<,>
Than I to Hercules,(.) within a month,(?)
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
155 Had left the flushing in (of) her galled eyes<,>
She married,(.) о most wicked speed;(,) to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets,(:)
It is not, nor it cannot come to good,(.)
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.

Horatio

160 Hail to your lordship.

Hamlet

I am glad to see you well;(;)
Horatio, or I do forget myself, [строфика Ф]

Horatio

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

Hamlet

Sir, my good friend, J11 change that name with you,(:)
And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio? Marcellus.

Marcellus

165 My good lord.

Hamlet

I am very glad to see you,(:) <(>good even sir)(.)
But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?

Horatio

A truant dispositions good my lord.

Hamlet

I would not hear (haue) your enemy say so,(;)
170 Nor shall you do mine ear that vioience<,>
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself,(.) I know you are no truant,(:)
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We'll teach you (for) to drink ere you depart.

Horatio

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

Hamlet

I pray thee do not mock me <(>fellow-student,())
I think it was to my mother's wedding.

Horatio

Indeed my lord<(> it follow'd hard upon.

Hamlet

Thrift, thrift, Horatio,(:) the funeral baked meats
180 Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.(;)
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven<,>
{Or ever I had seem} that day Horatio,(.)
My father, methinks I see my father.

Horatio

where my lord?

Hamlet

In my mind's eye <(>Horatio>.())


Horatio

185 I saw him once.(;) he was a goodly king.

Hamlet

He was a man, take him for all in all<:>
I shall not look upon his like again.

Horatio

My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Hamlet

Saw,(?) who?

Horatio

190 My lord<,> the king your father.

Hamlet

The king my father?

Horatio

Season your admiration for awhile
With an attent ear<;> till I may deliver
Upon the witness of these gentlemen<,>
195 This marvel to you.

Hamlet

For God's (Heauens) love, let me hear?(.)

Horatio

Two nights together<,> had these gentlemen
<(>Marcellus and Bernardo,()) on their watch
In the dead vast and middle of the night
Been thus encounter'd,(.) a figure like your father<,>
200 Armed at point exactly<,> cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with solemn march{,}
Goes slow and stately<:> by themi{;} thrice he walk'd
By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes<,>
Within his truncheon's length,(:) whilst they, distill'd (bestil'd)
205 Almost to gelly (lelly) with the act of fear<,>
Stand dumb and speak not to him;(.) this to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
And I with them the third night kept the watch,
Whereas {*} they had deliver'd, both in time<,>
{* Where, as Кв1}
210 Form of the thing,(;) each word made true and good,
The apparition comes:(.) I knew your father,(:)
These hands are not more like.

Hamlet

But where was this?

Marcellus

My lord, upon the platform where we watch,(.)

Hamlet

215 Did you not speak to it?

Horatio

My lord, I did,(;)
But answer made it none,(:) yet once methought
It lifted up its head<,> and did address
Itself to motion<,> like as it would speak;
But even then<,> the morning cock crew loud.(;)
220 And at the sound it shrunk in haste away<,>
And vanish'd from our sight.

Hamlet

'Tis very strange.

Horatio

As I do live my honour'd lord 'tis true<;>
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.

Hamlet

225 Indeed, sirs<;> but this troubles me,(.)
Hold you the watch tonight?

All (Both)

We do my lord.

Hamlet

Arm'd<,> say you?

All (Both)

Arm'd<,> my lord.

Hamlet

From top to toe?

All (Both)

My lord<,> from head to foot.

Hamlet

Then saw you not his face.(?)

Horatio

230 О yes<,> my lord, he wore his beaver up.

Hamlet

What<,> look'd he frowningly?

Horatio

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Hamlet

Pale, or red?

Horatio

Nay very pale.

Hamlet

And fix'd his eyes upon you?

Horatio

235 Most constantly.

Hamlet

I would I had been there.

Horatio

It would have much amazed you.

Hamlet

Very like, stay'd it long?

Horatio

While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Both (All)

Longer, longer.

Horatio

240 Not when I saw't.

Hamlet

His beard was grizzled (grisly),(?) no.

Horatio

It was<,> as I have seen it in his life<,>
A sable silver'd.

Hamlet

I will watch tonigh {*}<;>
{* tonight Кв4}
Perchance 'twill walk (wake) again.

Horatio

I warrant it will.

Hamlet

If it assume my noble father's person,
245 I'll speak to it<,> though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace;(.) I pray you all<,>
If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight<;>
Let it be tenable (treble) in your silence still,(:)
And whatsomever (whatsoeuer) else shall hap tonight,
250 Give it an understanding but no tongue,(;)
I will requite your loves,(:) so<,> fare you well:
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve<,>
I'll visit you.

All

Our duty to your honour.

Exeunt.

Hamlet

Your love{s}, as mine to you,(:) farewell.
255 My father's spirit {(}in arms)(?) all is not well,(:)
I doubt some foul play,(:) would the night were come,(;)
Till then sit still, my soul,(;) fonde (foul) deeds will rise<,>
Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Exit.




Enter Laertes{,} and Ophelia<,> {his sister}.

Laertes

My necessaries are embark'd,(;) farewell,(:)
And sister, as the winds give benefit
And convey (convoy) in (is) assistant<;> do not sleep<,>
But let me hear from you.

Ophelia

Do you doubt that?

Laertes

5 For Hamlet and the trifling of his favor (fauours),
Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood<;>
A violet in the youth of primy nature,(;)
Forward (Froward), not permanent,(;) sweet{,} not lasting{,}
The {perfume and} suppliance of a minute<?>
10 No more.

Ophelia

No more but so.

Laertes

Think it no more.(:)
For nature, crescent, does not grow alone<,>
In thews and bulk{es), but, as this temple waxes<,>
The inward service of the mind and soul
Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,
15 And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch
The virtue of his will (feare),(:) but you must fear{,}
His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own,(;)

He may not, as unvalued persons do,
20 Carve for himself,(;) for on his choice depends
The safety (sanctity) and health of this (the) whole (weole) state,(.)
And therefore must his choice be circumscribed
Unto the voice and yielding of that body<,>
Whereof he is the head,(.) then if he says he loves you,
25 It fits your wisdom so far to believe it<;>
As he in his {particular act and place}
May give his saying deed.(:> which is no further<,>
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.
Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain<,>
30 If with too credent ear you list his songs<;>
Or lose your heart,(;) or your chaste treasure open
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it Ophelia, fear it my dear sister,
And keep {you in} the rear of your affection<;>
35 Out of the shot and danger of desire,(.)
The chariest maid is prodigal enough<,>
If she unmask her beauty to the moono
Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes<,>
The canker galls the infants of the spring
40 Too oft before their (the) buttons be disclosed,
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth<(>
Contagious blastments are most imminent,(.)
Be wary then, best safety lies in fear,(;>
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

Ophelia

45 I shall the effect of this good lesson keep<,>
As watchma(e)n to my heart,(:) but good my brother
Do not as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven<;>
Whiles a puffed{,} and reckless libertine
50 Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.(,)
And recks not his own rede.

{Enter Polonius.}

Laertes

O, fear me not,(.)



I stay too long: but here my father comes<:>
A double blessing is a double grace,(:)
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Polonius

55 Yet here, Laertes? aboard, aboard, for shame,
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for{,} there<:> my blessing with thee (you),(;)
And these few precepts in thy memory<,>
Look (See) thou character,(.) give thy thoughts no tongue,
60 Nor any unproportioned thought his act,(:)
Be thou familiar,(;) but by no means vulgar,(:)
Those (the) friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto (to) thy soul with hoops of steel,(:)
But do not dull thy palm<,> with entertainment
65 Of each new-hatch'd (unhatch't)<,> unfledged courage
(comrade),(.) beware
Of entrance to a quarrel,(:) but being in(,)
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee,(.)
Give every man thy ear,(;) but few thy voice,(:)
Take each man's censure,(;) but reserve thy judgment,(:)
70 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,(;)
But not express'd in fancy,(;) rich, not gaudy.(:)
For the apparel oft proclaims the man<.>
And they in France of the best rank and station,
Or (Are) of a most select and generous chief in that:(.)
75 Neither a borrower nor a lender boy (be),(;)
For loue (loan) oft loses both itself{,} and friend.(:)
And borrowing dulleth (dulls the) edge of husbandry;(.)
This above all,(;) to thine ownself be true<:>
And it must follow<,> as the night the day<,>
80 Thou canst not then be false to any man:(.)
Farewell,(:) my blessing season this in thee.

Laertes

Most humbly do I take my leave<,> my lord.

Polonius

The time invests (invites) you<;> go, your servants tend.

Laertes

Farewell Ophelia, and remember well
85 What I have said to you.

Ophelia

'Tis in my memory lock'd<,>
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laertes

Farewell.

Exit Laertes.

Polonius

What is 't Ophelia be hath said to you?

Ophelia

90 So please you, something touching the l{ord}<,> Hamlet.

Polonius

Marry<,> well bethought<:>
'Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you,(;) and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous,(.)
95 If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,(;)
And that in way of caution,(:) I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly<,>
As it behooves my daughter, and your honour,(.)
What is between you<,> give me up the truth,(?)

Ophelia

100 He hath my lord of late<,> made many tenders
Of his affection to me.

Polonius

Affection, pooh,(.) you speak like a green girl<,>
Unsifted in such perilous circumstance,(.)
Do you believe his tenders<,> as you call them?

Ophelia

105 I do not know<,> my lord<,> what I should think.

Polonius

Marry, I will('ll) teach you,<;> think yourself a baby<,>
That you have ta'en these (his) tenders for true pay<,>
Which are not sterling,(.) tender yourself more dearly<;>
Or {(}not to crack the wind of the poor phrase<,>
110 Wrong (Roaming) {*} it thus)(,) you'll tender me a fooL
{* Running Ed.}

Ophelia

My lord<,> he hath importuned me with love
In honourable fashion.

Polonius

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

Ophelia

And hath given countenance to his speech<,>
115 My lord, with (almost) all the (holy) vows of heaven.

Polonius

Ay, springes to catch woodcocks,(.) I do know,
When the blood bums, how prodigal the soul
Lends (Giues) the tongue vows,(:) these blazes<,> daughter<,>
Giving more light than heat,(;) extinct in both<,>
120 Even in their promise, as it is a-making<;>
You must not take for fire,(.) from (for) this time
Be something (somewhat) scanter of your maiden presence<;>
Set your entreatments at a higher rate<,>
Than a command to parle (parley);(.) for lord Hamlet,
125 Believe so much in him, that he is young,
And with a larger tider (tether) may he walk<,>
Than may be given you:(.) in few<,> Ophelia,
Do not believe his vows,(;) for they are brokers<,>
Not of that (the) dye (eye) which their investments show<:>
130 But mere imploratotors (implorators) of unholy suits<,>
Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds {*}<,>
{* bawds Ed.}
The better to beguide (beguile):(.) this is for all,(:)
I would not<,> in plain terms<,> from this time forth<,>
Have you so slander any moment leisure<,>
135 As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet,(:)
Look to 't<,> I charge you,(;) come your ways.

Ophelia

I shall obey my lord.

Exeunt.


+SCENE 4+

Enter Hamlet, Horatio and (,) Marcellus.

Hamlet

The air bites shrewdly,(:) (it is) very cold.(?)

Horatio

It is nipping and an eager air.

Hamlet

What hour now?

Horatio

I think it lacks of twelve.

Marsellus

5 No, it is struck.

Horatio

Indeed<;> I heard it not,(:) (It then) draws near the season,
Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk<.>
{_A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces goes off_.}
What does this mean my lord?

Hamlet

The king doth wake tonight<,> and takes his rouse.(,)
10 Keeps wassail (wassels) and the swagg'ring upspring reels:(,)
And as he drains his draughts of rhenish down,
The kettle-drum{,) and trumpet{,} thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.

Horatio

Is it a custom?

Hamlet

15 Ay, marry, is 't,(;)
But (And) to my mind, though I am native here<,>
And to the manner born,(:) it is a custom
More honour'd in the breach, than the observance.
{This heavy-headed reueale {*} easf and west
{* revel Кв5}
20 Makes us traduced, and tax'd of other nations,
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition, and indeed it takes
From our achievements, though perform'd at height
The pith and marrow of our attribute,
25 So oft it chances in particular 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 o'ergrowth of some complexion
30 Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men
Carrying I say the stamp of one defect
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, -
35 His virtues else be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo,
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault: the dram or eale {*}
{* +evil+}
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt
40 To his own scandal.}

Enter Ghost.

Horatio

Look my lord<,> it comes!

Hamlet

Angels and ministers of grace defend us:
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
45 Be thy intents (euents) wicked{,} or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape{,}
That I will speak to thee,(.) I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane,(:) O answer me,
Let me not burst in ignorance,(;) but tell
50 Why thy canonized bonesu hearsed in death<,>
Have burst their cerements?(,) why the sepulcher{,}
Wherein we saw thee quietly interred (inum'd,)
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again? what may this mean<?>
55 That thou dead corse again in complete steel<,>
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous,(?) and we fools of nature<,>
So horridly to shake our dispositions
With thoughts beyond the(ee;) reaches of our souls,
60 Say, why is this,(?) wherefore,(?) what should we do?

Beckins (Ghost beckens Hamlet).

Horatio

It beckons you to go away with it<,>
As if it some impartment did desire
To you alone.

Marcellus

Look with what courteous action
It waves (wafts) you to a more removed ground,(:)
65 But do not go with it.


Horatio

No, by no means.

Hamlet

It will not speak,(:) then {I will} follow it.

Horatio

Do not my lord.

Hamlet

Why, what should be the fear,(?)
I do not set my life in a pin's fee.(:)
And for my soul, what can it do to that<?>
70 Being a thing immortal as itself;(:)
It waves me forth again,(;) I'll follow it.

Horatio

What if it tempt you toward the flood my lord,(?)
Or to the dreadful somnet (sonnet) {*} of the cliff
{* summit Ed.}
That beetles o'er his base into the sea,
75 And there assume some other horrible form<,>
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason,
And draw you into madness{,} think of it,(?)
{The very place puts toys of desperation
Without more motive, into every brain
80 That looks so many fathoms to the sea
And hears it roar beneath.}

Hamlet

It waves (wafts) me still,(:)
Go on, I'll follow thee.

Marcellus

You shall not go my lord.

Hamlet

Hold off your hand{s}.

Horatio

Be ruled, you shall not go.

Hamlet

My fate cries out<,>
85 And makes each petty arture (artire) in this body<,>
As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve;(:)
Still am I call'd,(?) unhand me, gentlemeno
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me,(:)
90 I say away, go on, I'll follow thee.

Exi(eun)t Ghost and Hamlet.

Horatio

He waxes desperate with imagion (imagination).

Marcellus

Let's follows,(;) 'tis not fit thus to obey him.

Horatio

Have after, to what issue will this come?

Marcellus

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Horatio

95 Heaven will direct it.

Marcellus

Nay<,> let's follow him.

Exeunt.


+SCENE 5+

Enter Ghost{,} and Hamlet.

Hamlet

Whither (Where) wilt thou lead me,(?) speak,(;) I'll go no further.

Ghost

Mark me.

Hamlet

I will.

Ghost

My hour is almost come<,>
When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.

Hamlet

Alas poor ghost.

Ghost

5 Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
To what I shall unfold.

Hamlet

Speak, I am bound to hear.

Ghost

So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

Hamlet

What?

Ghost

10 I am thy father's spirit,
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night.(;)
And for the day confined to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away:(?) but that I am forbid
15 To tell the secrets of my prison-house,(;)
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars<,> start from their spheres,
Thy knott{ed} and combined locks to part,
20 And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fearful (fretfull) porpentine.(:)
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood,(;) {list, list, oh,} list:(,)
If thou didst ever thy dear father love.

Hamlet

25 O God (Heauen).(!)

Ghost

Revenge his foul<,> and most unnatural murder.

Hamlet

Murder.(?)

Ghost

Murder most foul, as in the best it is.(;)
But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

Hamlet

30 Hast (Hast, hast) me to know't, (that I, with) with> wings as swift
As meditation, or the thoughts of love<,>
May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost

I find thee apt,
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That ro{o}ts itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
35 Wouldst thou not stir in this;(.) now Hamlet hear.(:)
Tis given out, that sleeping in my (mine) orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark<,>
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abused: but know thou noble youth,
40 The serpent that did sting thy father's life<,>
Now wears his crown.

Hamlet

О my prophetic soul!(:) My uncle?

Ghost

Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast{,}
With witchcraft of his wits, with (hath) traitorous gifts,(.)
45 О wicked wit and gifts, that have the power
So to seduce;(?) won to his (this) shameful lust
The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen,(:)
O Hamlet, what falling-off was there<,>
From me<,> whose love was of that dignity<,>
50 That it went hand in hand, even with the vow
I made to her in marriage,о and to decline
Upon a wretch<,> whose natural gifts were poor
To those of mine;(.) but virtue, as it never will be moved, {*}
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55 Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven<:>
So but (lust,) though to a radiant angel link'd.
Will sort (sate) itself in a celestial bed<,>
And prey on garbage.
But soft<,> methinks I scent the moming air.(;)
60 Brief let me be;(:) sleeping within my orchard,
My custom always of (in) the afternoon,(;)
Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole
With juice of cursed hebona (hebenon) in a vial,
And in the porches of my ears did pour
65 The leprous (leaperous) distilment,(;) whose effect
Holds such an enmity with blood of man,
That swift as quicksilver<,> it courses through
The natural gates and alleys of the body,(;)
And with a sudden vigour doth possesse (posset)
70 And curd<,> like eager (aygre) droppings into milk,
The thin and wholesome bloodjo) so did it mine,(;>
And a most instant tetter bark'd (bak'd) about<,>
Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust<,>
All my smooth body.
75 Thus was I<,> sleeping<,> by a brother's hand,
Of life, of crown, of (and) queen at once dispatch'd(;)
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanuel'd (unanel'd),
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
80 Withall (With all) my imperfections on my head,<;)
O, horrible, O, horrible, most horrible!
If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not.(:)
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
A couch for luxury and damned incest.
85 But, howsomever (howsoeuer) thou pursues this act,
Taint not thy mind,(;) nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught,(;) leave her to heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge<,>
To prick and sting her,(.) fare thee well at once,(;)
90 The glow-worm shows the matin to be near<,>
And gins to pale his uneffectual fire,(:)
Adieu, adieu, adieu (Hamlet),(:) remember me.



Hamlet

О all you host of heaven,(!) о earth,(;) what else,(?)
And shall I couple hell,(?) o, fie,(:) {hold,} hold my heart,(;)
95 And you my sinews, grow not instant old,<;>
But bear me swiftly (stiffly) up;(:) remember thee,(?)
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat
In this distracted globe,<:) remember thee,(?)
Yea, from the table of my memory<,>
100 I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past<,>
That youth and observation copied there,(;)
And thy commandment all alone shall live{,}
Within the book and volume of my brain<,>
105 Unmix'd with baser matter,(;) yes by heaven,(:)
О most pernicious woman.(!)
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain,(!)
My tables, meet it is I set it down<,>
That one may smile, and smile{,} and be a villain,(;)
110 At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.(;)

+Writing+

So uncle{,} there you are,(:) now to my word,(;)
It is<;> Adieu, adieu, remember me.(:)
I have sworn 't.

{Enter Horatio, and Marcellus.}

Horatio<. & MARCELLUS. Within>

My lord, my lord.



Marcellus

115 Lord Hamlet.

Horatio

Heaven{s} secure him.

Hamlet (Marcellus)

So be it!

Marcellus (Horatio)

Hillo, ho, ho, my lord.

Hamlet

Hillo, ho, ho, boy<;> come{,} and (bird,) come.

Marcellus

120 How is 't my noble lord?

Horatio

What news<,> my lord?

Hamlet

O wonderful!

Horatio

Good my lord tell it.

Hamlet

No{,} you will reveal it.

Horatio

Not I<,> my lord<,> by heaven.

Marcellus

Nor I<,> my lord.

Hamlet

125 How say you then, would heart of man once think it,(?)
But you'll be secret.(?)

Both

Ay, by heaven{.}<, my lord>.

Hamlet

There's never a villain{,}
Dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.

Horatio

There needs no ghost my lord, come from the grave<,>
130 To tell us this.

Hamlet

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 business and desire shall point you,(:)
For every man has business and desire<,>
135 Such as it is,(:) and for mine own poor part<,>
{I will} go pray.

Horatio

These are but wild and whirling (hurling) words<,> my lord.