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Hamlet
Hark you, Guildenstem, and you too,(:) at each ear a
hearer,(:) that great baby you see there<,> is not yet out
of his swaddling (swathing) clouts.
Rosencrantz
394 Haply (Happily) he's the second time come to
them,(:) for they say<,> an old man is twice a child.
Hamlet
I will prophesy,(.) he comes to tell me of the play-
ers,(.) mark it.(,) You say right sir,(: for) a Monday
morning<,> 'twas then (so) indeed.
Polonius
My lord, I have news to tell you.
Hamlet
400 My lord, I have news to tell you:(.) when Roscius
{was} an actor in Rome.(-)
Polonius
The actors are come hither my lord.
Hamlet
Buz, buz.
Polonius
Upon mine honour.
Hamlet
405 Then came (can) each actor on his ass.(-)
Polonius
The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
comedy, history, pastoral,(:) pastoral-comical,(-)historical-
pastoral,
Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too
light<,> for the law of writ, and the liberty:(.) these
are the only men.
Hamlet
413 О Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure
hadst thou?
Polonius
What a treasure had he<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Why one fair daughters<,> and no more, the
which he loved passing well.
Polonius
Still on my daughter.
Hamlet
419 Am I not i' th' right old Jephthah?
Polonius
If you call me Jephthah my lord, I have a
daughter that I love passing well.
Hamlet
Nay that follows not.
Polonius
423 What follows then<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Why, As by lot, God wot, and then you
know<,> It came to pass, as most like it was;(:)
the first row of the pious (pons) chanson will show
you more,(.) for look{,} where my abridgement
come{s}.
Enter the (four or five) Players.
429 You are welcome masters, welcome all,(.) I am
glad to see thee well.(,) welcome, good friends,(.) о
old friend,(?) (why) thy face is valenced
(valiant) since I saw thee last,(:) com'st thou to beard
me in Denmark? what, my young lady and mis-
tress,(?) by (by'r) lady your ladyship is nearer {to}
heaven than when I saw you last<,> by the altitude
of a chopine,(.) pray God, your voice like apiece of
uncurrent gold{,} be not cracked within the ring:(.)
masters, you are all welcome,(:) we'll e'en to't like
friendly (French) Fankners (falconers), fly at any
thing we see,(:) we'll have a speech straight,(.) come
give us a taste of your quality,(:) come a passionate
speech.
player
444 What speech<,> my {good} lord?
Hamlet
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
never acted,(:) or if it was, not above once, for
the play I remember pleased not the million, 'twas
caviare to the general,(:) but it was <(>as I received
it<,> & others, whose judgement{s} in such mat-
ters<,> cried in the top of mine,()) an excellent
play,(:) well digested in the scenes, set down with
as much modesty<,> as cunning. I remember, one
said there were (was) no sallets in the lines, to make
the matter savoury,(,) nor no matter in the phrase
that might indict the author of affection, but
called it an honest method,(.) {as wholesome as
sweet, & by very much, more handsome than fine:}
one speech in 't<,> I chiefly loved, 'twas
Aeneas' talke (tale) to Dido, & thereabout of it
especially<,> when (where) he speaks of Priam's
slaughter,(.) if it live in your memory<,> begin at this
line, let me see, let me see,(:) The rugged Pyrrhus like
the Hyrcanian beast, 'tis not so,(:) it begins with
Pyrrhus{,}
465 the rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms<,>
Black as his purpose<,> did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd<,>
With heraldry more dismal<:> head to foot{,}
470 Now is he total (to take) gules<,> horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Baked and impasted with the parching streets<,>
That lend a tyrannous<,> and {a} damned light
To their {lord's murder}, roasted wrath and fire,
475 And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks;(.) {so proceed you.}
Polonius
'Fore God<,> my lord<,> well spoken, with good ac-
cent<,> and good discretion.
player
Anon he finds him,
Striking too short at Greeks,(.) his antique sword<,>
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls{,}
Repugnant to command;(:) unequal match{ed},
485 Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide,(:)
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword,
The unnerved father falls:(.)
Seeming to feel this (his) blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base;(,) and with a hideous crash
490 Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear,(.) for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick,(:)
So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood<,>
like a neutral to his will and matter,
495 Did nothing:(.)
But as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death,(:) anon the dreadful thunder
500 Doth rend the region,(.) so after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work.
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall{,}
On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
505 Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
In general synod take away her power,(:)
Break all the spokes{,} and follies (fallies) {*} from her wheel,
{* fellies Ed.}
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven<,>
510 As low as to the fiends.
Polonius
This is too long.
Hamlet
It shall to the barber's<,> with your beard;(.) prithee say
on,(:) he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps,(.) say
on,(;) come to Hecuba.
player
515 But who, {ah woe} had seen the mobled (inobled) queen,(.)
Hamlet
The mobled (inobled) queen.(?)
Polonius
That's good.(:)
player
Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flame{s}
520 With bison rehume (rheum),(:) a clout upon (about) that head<,>
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe{,}
About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up,(.)
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
525 Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounced;(?)
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband limbs,
The instant burst of clamour that she made{,}
530 <(>Unless things mortal move them not at all,())
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven<,>
And passion in the gods.
Polonius
Look whether he has not turned his colour, and has tears
in's eyes,(.) prithee (pray you) no more.
Hamlet
535 'Tis well, I'll have thee speak out the rest<,> (of this)
soon,(.) Good my lord<,> will you see the players well
bestowed;(.) do you hear, let them be well used,(:) for
they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the
time;(.) after your death<,> you were better have a bad
epitaph<,> than their ill report while you live (liued).
Polonius
541 My lord, I will use them according to their
desert.
Hamlet
God's bodkin man, {much} better,(.) use
every man after his desert, & who shall (should)
'scape whipping,(:) use them after your own honour
and dignity,(.) the less they deserve<,> the more merit
is in your bounty. Take them in.
Polonius
Come sirs.
Hamlet
550 Follow him friends,(:) we'll hear a play tomorrow;(.)
dost thou hear me old friend, can you play the Mur-
der of Gonzago?
+First+ player
Ay my lord.
Hamlet
554 We'll hate (ha 't) tomorrow night,(.) you could for
need, study a speech of some dosen {lines,} or
sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert
in 't,(?) could you not?
+First+ player
Ay my lord.
Hamlet
559 Very well,(.) follow that lord, & look you mock
him not. My good friends, I'll leave you tell (til)
night{,} you are welcome to Elsinore.(?)
{Exeunt Polonius and Players.}
Rosencrantz
Good my lord.
Exeunt.
Hamlet
Ay so, God buy {to}you, now I am alone,(.)
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I.(?)
565 Is it not monstrous that this player here<,>
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion<,>
Could force his soul so to his own (whole) conceit<,>
That from her working all the (his) visage waned (warm'd),(;)
Tears in his eyes, distraction ins aspect,
570 A broken voice, an (and) his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing,(?)
For Hecuba.(?)
What's Hecuba to him, or he to her (Hecuba),
That he should weep for her? what would he do<,>
575 Had he the motive{,} and that (the cue) for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,(:)
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed<,>
580 The very facult{ies} of eyes and ears;(.) yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal<,> peak{,}
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing;(:) no<,> not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life,
585 A damn'd defeat was made:(.) Am I a coward,(?)
Who calls me villain,(?) breaks my pate across,(?)
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face,(?)
Tweaks me by the nose,(?) gives me the lie i' th' throat<,>
As deep as to the lungs,(?) who does me this,(?)
590 Ha,(?) 'swounds (why) I should take it: for it cannot be<,>
But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this<,>
I should a (have) fatted all the region kites
With this' slave's offal, bloo(u)dy,(:) bawdy villain,
595 Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, landless villain.(!)
Why (Who?) what an ass am I,(? I sure,) this is most brave.
That I, the son of a (the) dear {*} murder'd,
{* dear father 3Кв}
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
600 Must <(>like a whore<)> unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing like a very drab;(.)
A stallyon
About my brain{s};<.> {hum,} I have heard,
That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
605 Have by the very cunning of the scene,
Been struck so to the soul, that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions:(.)
For murder, though it have no tongue<,> will speak
With most miraculous organ:(.) I'll have these players
610 Play something like the murder of my father<,>
Before mine uncle,(.) I'll observe his looks,
I'll tent him to the quick,(:j if he do (but) blench
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
May be a (the) deale (devil), and the deale (devil) hath power
615 To assume a pleasing shape, yea{,} and perhaps<,>
Out of my weakness, and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me;(.) I'll have grounds
More relative than this,(:) the play 's the thing
620 Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Exit.
+ACT 3+
+SCENE 1+
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz,
Guildenstern, Lords.
King
An can you, by no drift of conference (circumstance)
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,(:)
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?(.)
Rosencrantz
5 He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
Guildenstern
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof<:>
When we would bring him on to some confession
10 Of his true state.
Queen
Did he receive you well?
Rosencrantz
Most like a gentleman.
Guildenstern
But with much forcing of his disposition.
Rosencrantz
Niggard of question, but, of our demands
Most free in his reply.
Queen
15 Did you assay him to any pastime?
Rosencrantz
Madam, it so fell out<,> that certain players
We o'erraught (orewrought) on the way,(:) of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To {hear} of it: they are about the court,
20 And <(>as I think,()> they have already order
This night to play before him.
Polonius
'Tis most true,(:)
And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
To hear<,> and see the matter.
King
With all my heart,
And it doth much content me
25 To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen<,> give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose {into these delights.}
Rosencrantz
We shall my lord.
Exeunt (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern}.
King
Sweet Gertrude, leave us two (too),
30 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he<,> as 'twere by accident, may here (there)
Affront Ophelia;(.) Her father and myself{,} <(lawful espials)>
We'll (Will) so bestow ourselves, that seeing unseen{,}
35 We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If 't be the affliction of his love<,> or no<.>
That thus he suffers for.
Queen
I shall obey you.(,)
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
40 That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness,(:) so shall I hope your virtues{,}
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Ophelia
Madam, I wish it may.
Polonius
Ophelia, walk you here,(.) gracious, so please you{,}
45 We will bestow ourselves;(:) read on this book,
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your lowlines (loneliness);(.) we are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotions visage<,>
And pious action, we do sugar (surge) o'er
50 The devil himself.
King
O, 'tis {too} true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience.(?)
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it,
Than is my deed to my most painted word:(.)
55 О heavy burthen.(!)
{Enter Hamlet.}
Polonius
I hear him coming, withdraw my lord.
Hamlet
To be, or not to be, that is the question,(:)
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
60 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them,(:) to die<,> to sleep
No more,(:) and by a sleep<,> to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to;(?) 'tis a consummation
65 Devoutly to be wish'd<.> to die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dream,(;) ay<,> there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death<,> what dreams may come<,>
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause,(.) there's the respect
70 That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud (poore) man's contumely,
The pangs of despised (dispriz'd) love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
75 That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear{,}
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
80 The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,(.) puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards.
85 And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sickled o'er<,> with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pit{c}h and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry (away),
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
90 The fair Ophelia,(?) Nymph<,> in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Ophelia
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
Hamlet
I humbly thank you<:> well<, well, well>.
Ophelia
My lord, I have remembrances of yours<,>
95 That I have longed long to re-deliver,(.)
I pray you<,> now receive them.
Hamlet
No, {not I}, I never gave you aught.
Ophelia
My honour'd lord, you (I) know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
100 As made these (the) things more rich, their (then) perfume lost (left),(:)
Take these again, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor<,> when givers prove unkind.
There my lord.
Hamlet
Ha, ha,(:) are you honest.(?)
Ophelia
105 My lord.
Hamlet
Are you fair?
Ophelia
What means your lordship?
Hamlet
That if you be honest & fair, you
should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Ophelia
110 Could beauty my lord<,> have better commerce
than with (your) honesty?
Hamlet
Ay, truly,(:) for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what {it} is<,> to a bawd than
the force of honesty can translate beauty into his like-
ness,(.) this was sometime a paradox, but now the time
gives it proof,(.) I did love you once.
Ophelia
117 Indeed my lord<,> you made me believe so.
Hamlet
You should not have believed me,(.) for virtue can-
not so euocutat (inoculate) our old stock, but we shall
relish of it,(.) I loved you not.
Ophelia
I was the more deceived.
Hamlet
122 Get thee a nunnery,(.) why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners,(?) I am myself indifferent honest, but
yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better
my mother had not bome me:(.) I am very proud, reven-
geful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I
have thoughts to put them in{,} imagination<,> to give them
shape, or time to act them in:(.) what should such fellows
as I do<,> crawling between earth (heauen) and heaven
(earth)? We are arrant knaves, believe none of us.
Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
Ophelia
132 At home<,> my lord.
Hamlet
Let the doors be shut upon him, That he may play the
fool nowhere (no way) but in 's own house,(.) Farewell.
Ophelia
135 О help him<,> you sweet heavens.
Hamlet
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy
dowiy,(.) be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou
shalt not escape calumny;(.) get thee to a nunnery,(. Go,)
farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,(:) for
wise men know well enough<,> what monsters you make
of them:(.) to a nunnery go, and quickly too,(.) farewell.
Ophelia
142 Heavenly powers<,> restore him.
Hamlet
I have heard of your paintings (pratlings too,) well
enough,(.) God hath (has) given you one face
(gidge,) & (you) amble, and you list (lisp), and nick-
name God's creatures, and make your wantonness <,
your> ignorance;(.) go to, I'll no more on 't, it hath made
me mad,(.) I say<,> we will have no more marriage,(.)
those that are married already, all but one shall live, the
rest shall keep as they are:<.) to a nunnery<,> go.
Exit.
Ophelia
152 О what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!(?)
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's,(:) eye, tongue, sword;
The expectation (expectancy){,} and rose of the fair state,
155 The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers, quite<,> quite down,(.)
And (Have) I of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his musicke{d} vows;(:)
Now see what (that) nobleand most sovereign reasons
160 Like sweet bells jangled, out of time (tune), and harsh,
That unmatch'd form{,} and stature (feature) of blown youth<,>
Blasted with ecstasy,(.) о woe is me<,>
To have seen what I have seen,(:) see what I see.
{Exit.} Enter King<,> and Polonius.
King
Love,(?) his affections do not that way tend,
165 Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness,(.) there's something in his soul<?>
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt{,} the hatch-v and the disclose
Will be some danger;(,) which {for} to prevent{,}
170 I have in quick determination
Thus set it down?.) he shall with speed to England{,}
For the demand of our neglected tribute(:)
Haply the seasu and countries different{,}
With variable objects, shall expel
175 This something-settled matter in his heart,(:)
Whereon his brains still beating<,>
Puts him thus from fashion of himself.
What think you on't?
Polonius
It shall do well.
But yet do I believe the origin and commencement of his (this) grief{,}
180 Sprung from neglected love:(.) How now Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all:(.) my lord, do as you please,
But if you hold it fit{,} after the play,
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
185 To show his grief (Greefes),(:) let her be round with him,
And I'll be placed {(}so<,> please you{)} in the ear
Of all their conference,(.) if she find him not,
To England send him: or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
King
It shall be so,(:)
190 Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Exeunt.
+SCENE 2+
Enter Hamlet, and three of the Players.
Hamlet
Speak the speech, I pray you<,> as I pronoun'd
(pronounced) it to you{,} trippingly on the tongue,(:)
but if you mouth it<,> as many of our (your) players
do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my
lines,<:) nor do not saw the air too much (with) your
hand thus, but use all gently,(:) for in the very tor-
rent, tempest, and <(>as I may say,() the) whirlwind
of (your) passion, you must acquire and beget a
temperance{,} that may give it smoothness,(.) o, it
offends me to the soul, to hear (see) a robustious
periwig-pated fellow<,> tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
for the most part are capable of nothing<,> but in-
explicable dumbshows, and noise: I would (could)
have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Terma-
gant,(:) it out-herods Herod,(.) pray you, avoid it.
Player
16 I warrant your honour.
Hamlet
Be not too tame neither,(:) but let your own dis-
cretion be your tutor,(.) suit the action to the word,
the word to the action, with this special obseru-
ance,(:) that you o'erstep (ore-stop) not the modesty
of nature:(;) For any thing so overdone, is from the
purpose of playing, whose end both at the first, and
now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to
nature,(:) to show virtue her own feature;(,) scorn her
image, and the very age and body of the time
his form and pressure:(.) Now<,> this overdone, or
come tardy off, though it make(s) the unskilful laugh,
cannot but make the judicious grieve,(;) the censure of
which one, must in your allowance o'erweigh a
whole theatre of others. O<,> there be players that I
have seen play, and heard others praysd (praise), and
that highly{,} <(>not to speak it profanely,()) that nei-
ther having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of
Christian, pagan, {n}or man (Norman), have so strutted
& bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's
journeymen had made men, and not made them well,
they imitated humanity so abominably.
Player
37 I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us<, sir>.
Hamlet
O, reform it altogether,(.) and let those that play
your clowns speak no more than is set down for
them,(.) for there be of them that will themselves
laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to
laugh too, though in the mean time, some necessary
question of the play be then to be considered.(:) that's
villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool
that uses it:(.) go make you ready.
46 How now, my lord! Will the king hear this piece
of work?
(Enter Polonius, Guildenstern, & Rosencrantz.)
Polonius
And the queen too, and that presently.
Hamlet
Bid the players make haste.
50 Will you two help to hasten them?
Rosencrantz (Both
We will) {Ay} my lord.
Exeunt {they two}.
Hamlet
What ho, Horatio.(?)
{Enter Horatio.}
Horatio
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Hamlet
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
55 As e'er my conversation coped withal.
Horatio
O, my dear lord.
Nay, do not think I flatter,(:)
For what advancement may I hope from thee<,>
That no revenue hast<,> but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee,(.) why should the poor be flatter'd?
60 No, let the candied tongue<,> lick (like) absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee<,>
Where thrift may follow fawning (faining);(?) dost thou hear,
Since my dear soul was mistress of her (my) choice,
And could of men distinguish<,> her election{,}
65 S'hath (Hath) seal'd thee for herself, for thou hast been
As one in suffering all<,> that suffers nothing,(.)
A man that fortune's buffets<,> and rewards
Hast (Hath) ta'en with equal thanks;(.) and blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commenddled (commingled),
70 That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger<,>
To sound what stop she please:(.) Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core,(:) ay<,> in my heart of heart<,>
As I do thee. Something too much of this,(.)
75 There is a play tonight before the king,
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee of my father's death,(.)
I prithee<,> when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy (my) soul
80 Observe mine uncle,(:) if his occulted guilt<,>
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen,(:)
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note,
85 For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,(:)
And after we will both our judgments join<,>
In (To) censure of his seeming.
Horatio
Well my lord,(.)
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing<,>
And 'scape detected (detecting), I will pay the theft.
Enter {Trumpets and Kettle Drums,} King, Queen,
Polonius, Ophelia,
Danish March. Sound a flourish.>
Hamlet
90 They are coming to the play.(:) I must be idle,(.)
Get you a place.
King
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Hamlet
Excellent i' faith,
Of the chameleon's dish, I eat the air<,>
Promise-crammed, you cannot feed capons so.
King
95 I have nothing with this answer Hamlet, these
words are not mine.
Hamlet
No, nor mine<.> now my lord.(,)
You played once i' th' university<,> you say?
Polonius
That did (I) I (did) my lord, and was accounted a
good actor.
Hamlet
101 What did you enact?
Polonius
I did enact Julius Caesar, I was killed i' th'
Capitol,(:) Brutus killed me.
Hamlet
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf
there,(.) Be the players ready?
Rosencrantz
106 Ay my lord, they stay upon your patience.
Queen
Come hither my dear (good) Hamlet, sit by me.
Hamlet
No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
Polonius
Oh ho, do you mark that.(?)
Hamlet
110 Lady<,> shall I lie in your lap?
Ophelia
No my lord.
I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia
Ay my lord.>
Hamlet
Do you think I meant country matters?
Ophelia
115 I think nothing<,> my lord.
Hamlet
That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
Ophelia
What is my lord?
Hamlet
Nothing.
Ophelia
120 You are merry, my lord.(?)
Hamlet
Who I?
Ophelia
Ay my lord.
Hamlet
О God<,> your only jig-maker,(:) what should a
man do but be merry,(.) for look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two
hours.
Ophelia
127 Nay, 'tis twice two months<,> my lord.
Hamlet
So long,(?) nay then let the devil wear black, for I'll
have a suit of sables;(.) о heavens,(!) die two months
ago, and not forgotten yet,(?) Then there's hope a
great man's memory<,> may outlive his life half a
year,(:) but by'r Lady he must build churches then,(:)
or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-
horse, whose epitaph is, for o, for o, the hobby-horse
is forgot.
{The trumpets sounds. Dumb show follows.}
136 Enter a King and {a} Queene,( very lovingly;) the
Queen embracing him{, and he her},(.)
her up, and declines his head upon her neck,(.) {he} lies
him down upon a bank of flowers,(.) she seeing him
asleep, leaves him.(:) Anon come in {another man}
, takes off his crown, kisses it, pours (and
powers) poison in the sleeper's (Kings) ears, and
{leaves him:} the Queen returns, finds the
King dead, makes passionate action,{.) the poi-
soner <,> with some {three or four}
come in again, seem to condole (lament) with
her,(.) the dead body is carried away,(;) the poisoner
wooes the Queen with giAs, she seems harsh (loath and
unwilling) awhile, but in the end<,> accepts love.
Ophelia
151 What means this<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Marry, this is munching (miching) mallecho, it
(that) means mischief.
Ophelia
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.(?)
Hamlet
155 We shall know by this (these) fellow,(:)
{Enter Prologue.}
the players cannot keep, they'll tell all.
Ophelia
Will he (they) tell us what this show meant?
Hamlet
Ay, or any show that you'll show him,(.) be not
you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what
it means.
Ophelia
161 You are naught, you are naught, I'll mark the play.
Prologue
For us<,> and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,(:)
We beg your hearing patiently.
Hamlet
165 Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Ophelia
'Tis brief my lord.
Hamlet
As woman's love.
Enter +two Players:+ King and Queene.
+Player+ King
Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round<,>
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,(:)
170 And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen<,>
About the world have times twelve thirties been<,>
Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual<,> in most sacred bands.
+Player+ Queen (Bap.)
Hark you, Guildenstem, and you too,(:) at each ear a
hearer,(:) that great baby you see there<,> is not yet out
of his swaddling (swathing) clouts.
Rosencrantz
394 Haply (Happily) he's the second time come to
them,(:) for they say<,> an old man is twice a child.
Hamlet
I will prophesy,(.) he comes to tell me of the play-
ers,(.) mark it.(,) You say right sir,(: for) a Monday
morning<,> 'twas then (so) indeed.
Polonius
My lord, I have news to tell you.
Hamlet
400 My lord, I have news to tell you:(.) when Roscius
{was} an actor in Rome.(-)
Polonius
The actors are come hither my lord.
Hamlet
Buz, buz.
Polonius
Upon mine honour.
Hamlet
405 Then came (can) each actor on his ass.(-)
Polonius
The best actors in the world, either for tragedy,
comedy, history, pastoral,(:) pastoral-comical,(-)historical-
pastoral,
Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too
light<,> for the law of writ, and the liberty:(.) these
are the only men.
Hamlet
413 О Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure
hadst thou?
Polonius
What a treasure had he<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Why one fair daughters<,> and no more, the
which he loved passing well.
Polonius
Still on my daughter.
Hamlet
419 Am I not i' th' right old Jephthah?
Polonius
If you call me Jephthah my lord, I have a
daughter that I love passing well.
Hamlet
Nay that follows not.
Polonius
423 What follows then<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Why, As by lot, God wot, and then you
know<,> It came to pass, as most like it was;(:)
the first row of the pious (pons) chanson will show
you more,(.) for look{,} where my abridgement
come{s}.
Enter the (four or five) Players.
429 You are welcome masters, welcome all,(.) I am
glad to see thee well.(,) welcome, good friends,(.) о
(valiant) since I saw thee last,(:) com'st thou to beard
me in Denmark? what, my young lady and mis-
tress,(?) by (by'r) lady your ladyship is nearer {to}
heaven than when I saw you last<,> by the altitude
of a chopine,(.) pray God, your voice like apiece of
uncurrent gold{,} be not cracked within the ring:(.)
masters, you are all welcome,(:) we'll e'en to't like
friendly (French) Fankners (falconers), fly at any
thing we see,(:) we'll have a speech straight,(.) come
give us a taste of your quality,(:) come a passionate
speech.
444 What speech<,> my {good} lord?
Hamlet
I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was
never acted,(:) or if it was, not above once, for
the play I remember pleased not the million, 'twas
caviare to the general,(:) but it was <(>as I received
it<,> & others, whose judgement{s} in such mat-
ters<,> cried in the top of mine,()) an excellent
play,(:) well digested in the scenes, set down with
as much modesty<,> as cunning. I remember, one
said there were (was) no sallets in the lines, to make
the matter savoury,(,) nor no matter in the phrase
that might indict the author of affec
called it an honest method,(.) {as wholesome as
sweet, & by very much, more handsome than fine:}
one
Aeneas' talke (tale) to Dido, & thereabout of it
especially<,> when (where) he speaks of Priam's
slaughter,(.) if it live in your memory<,> begin at this
line, let me see, let me see,(:) The rugged Pyrrhus like
the Hyrcanian beast, 'tis not so,(:) it begins with
Pyrrhus{,}
465 the rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms<,>
Black as his purpose<,> did the night resemble
When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd<,>
With heraldry more dismal<:> head to foot{,}
470 Now is he total (to take) gules<,> horridly trick'd
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
Baked and impasted with the parching streets<,>
That lend a tyrannous<,> and {a} damned light
To their {lord's murder}
475 And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks;(.) {so proceed you.}
Polonius
'Fore God<,> my lord<,> well spoken, with good ac-
cent<,> and good discretion.
Anon he finds him,
Striking too short at Greeks,(.) his antique sword<,>
Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls{,}
Repugnant to command;(:) unequal match{ed},
485 Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide,(:)
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword,
The unnerved father falls:(.)
Seeming to feel this (his) blow, with flaming top
Stoops to his base;(,) and with a hideous crash
490 Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear,(.) for, lo! his sword,
Which was declining on the milky head
Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick,(:)
So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood<,>
495 Did nothing:(.)
But as we often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death,(:) anon the dreadful thunder
500 Doth rend the region,(.) so after Pyrrhus' pause,
Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work.
And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall{,}
On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne,
With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
505 Now falls on Priam.
Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods,
In general synod take away her power,(:)
Break all the spokes{,} and follies (fallies) {*} from her wheel,
{* fellies Ed.}
And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven<,>
510 As low as to the fiends.
Polonius
This is too long.
Hamlet
It shall to the barber's<,> with your beard;(.) prithee say
on,(:) he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps,(.) say
on,(;) come to Hecuba.
515 But who, {ah woe}
Hamlet
The mobled (inobled) queen.(?)
Polonius
That's good.(:)
Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flame{s}
520 With bison rehume (rheum),(:) a clout upon (about) that head<,>
Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe{,}
About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins,
A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up,(.)
Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd,
525 Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounced;(?)
But if the gods themselves did see her then,
When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
In mincing with his sword her husband
The instant burst of clamour that she made{,}
530 <(>Unless things mortal move them not at all,())
Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven<,>
And passion in the gods.
Polonius
Look whether he has not turned his colour, and has tears
in's eyes,(.) prithee (pray you) no more.
Hamlet
535 'Tis well, I'll have thee speak out the rest<,> (of this)
soon,(.) Good my lord<,> will you see the players well
bestowed;(.) do you hear, let them be well used,(:) for
they are the abstract
time;(.) after your death<,> you were better have a bad
epitaph<,> than their ill report while you live (liued).
Polonius
541 My lord, I will use them according to their
desert.
Hamlet
God's bod
every man after his desert, & who shall (should)
'scape whipping,(:) use them after your own honour
and dignity,(.) the less they deserve<,> the more merit
is in your bounty. Take them in.
Polonius
Come sirs.
Hamlet
550 Follow him friends,(:) we'll hear a play tomorrow;(.)
dost thou hear me old friend, can you play the Mur-
der of Gonzago?
+First+ player
Ay my lord.
Hamlet
554 We'll hate (ha 't) tomorrow night,(.) you could for
need, study a speech of some dosen {lines,} or
sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert
in 't,(?) could you not?
+First+ player
Ay my lord.
Hamlet
559 Very well,(.) follow that lord, & look you mock
him not. My good friends, I'll leave you tell (til)
night{,} you are welcome to Elsinore.(?)
{Exeunt Polonius and Players.}
Rosencrantz
Good my lord.
Exeunt.
Hamlet
Ay so, God buy {to}you, now I am alone,(.)
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I.(?)
565 Is it not monstrous that this player here<,>
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion<,>
Could force his soul so to his own (whole) conceit<,>
That from her working all the (his) visage waned (warm'd),(;)
Tears in his eyes, distraction ins aspect,
570 A broken voice, an (and) his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing,(?)
For Hecuba.(?)
What's Hecuba to him, or he to her (Hecuba),
That he should weep for her? what would he do<,>
575 Had he the motive{,} and that (the cue) for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears,
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,(:)
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed<,>
580 The very facult{ies}
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal<,> peak{,}
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing;(:) no<,> not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life,
585 A damn'd defeat was made:(.) Am I a coward,(?)
Who calls me villain,(?) breaks my pate across,(?)
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face,(?)
Tweaks me by the nose,(?) gives me the lie i' th' throat<,>
As deep as to the lungs,(?) who does me this,(?)
590 Ha,(?) 'swounds (why) I should take it: for it cannot be<,>
But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this<,>
I should a (have) fatted all the region kites
With this' slave's offal, bloo(u)dy,(:) bawdy villain,
595 Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, landless villain.(!)
Why (Who?) what an ass am I,(? I sure,) this is most brave.
That I, the son of a (the) dear {*} murder'd,
{* dear father 3Кв}
Prompted to my revenge by heaven
600 Must <(>like a whore<)> unpack my heart with words,
And fall a-cursing like a very drab;(.)
A stallyon
About my brain{s};<.> {hum,} I have heard,
That guilty creatures sitting at a play,
605 Have by the very cunning of the scene,
Been struck so to the soul, that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions:(.)
For murder, though it have no tongue<,> will speak
With most miraculous organ:(.) I'll have these players
610 Play something like the murder of my father<,>
Before mine uncle,(.) I'll observe his looks,
I'll tent him to the quick,(:j if he do (but) blench
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
May be a (the) deale (devil), and the deale (devil) hath power
615 To assume a pleasing shape, yea{,} and perhaps<,>
Out of my weakness, and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me;(.) I'll have grounds
More relative than this,(:) the play 's the thing
620 Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Exit.
+ACT 3+
+SCENE 1+
Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz,
Guildenstern,
King
An
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,(:)
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?(.)
Rosencrantz
5 He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
Guildenstern
Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof<:>
When we would bring him on to some confession
10 Of his true state.
Queen
Did he receive you well?
Rosencrantz
Most like a gentleman.
Guildenstern
But with much forcing of his disposition.
Rosencrantz
Niggard of question, but, of our demands
Most free in his reply.
Queen
15 Did you assay him to any pastime?
Rosencrantz
Madam, it so fell out<,> that certain players
We o'erraught (orewrought) on the way,(:) of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To {hear} of it: they are about the court,
20 And <(>as I think,()> they have already order
This night to play before him.
Polonius
'Tis most true,(:)
And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties
To hear<,> and see the matter.
King
With all my heart,
And it doth much content me
25 To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen<,> give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose {into these delights.}
Rosencrantz
We shall my lord.
Exeunt (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern}.
King
Sweet Gertrude, leave us two (too),
30 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he<,> as 'twere by accident, may here (there)
Affront Ophelia;(.) Her father and myself{,} <(lawful espials)>
We'll (Will) so bestow ourselves, that seeing unseen{,}
35 We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If 't be the affliction of his love<,> or no<.>
That thus he suffers for.
Queen
I shall obey you.(,)
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
40 That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet's wildness,(:) so shall I hope your virtues{,}
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honours.
Ophelia
Madam, I wish it may.
Polonius
Ophelia, walk you here,(.) gracious, so please you{,}
45 We will bestow ourselves;(:) read on this book,
That show of such an exercise may colour
Your lowlines (loneliness);(.) we are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotions visage<,>
And pious action, we do sugar (surge) o'er
50 The devil himself.
King
O, 'tis {too} true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience.(?)
The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it,
Than is my deed to my most painted word:(.)
55 О heavy burthen.(!)
{Enter Hamlet.}
Polonius
I hear him coming,
Hamlet
To be, or not to be, that is the question,(:)
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
60 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them,(:) to die<,> to sleep
No more,(:) and by a sleep<,> to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to;(?) 'tis a consummation
65 Devoutly to be wish'd<.> to die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dream,(;) ay<,> there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death<,> what dreams may come<,>
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause,(.) there's the respect
70 That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud (poore) man's contumely,
The pangs of despised (dispriz'd) love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
75 That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
80 The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,(.) puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards
85 And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sickled o'er<,> with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pit{c}h and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry (away),
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
90 The fair Ophelia,(?) Nymph<,> in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Ophelia
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
Hamlet
I humbly thank you<:> well<, well, well>.
Ophelia
My lord, I have remembrances of yours<,>
95 That I have longed long to re-deliver,(.)
I pray you<,> now receive them.
Hamlet
No, {not I}
Ophelia
My honour'd lord, you (I) know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath composed
100 As made these (the) things more rich, their (then) perfume lost (left),(:)
Take these again, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor<,> when givers prove unkind.
There my lord.
Hamlet
Ha, ha,(:) are you honest.(?)
Ophelia
105 My lord.
Hamlet
Are you fair?
Ophelia
What means your lordship?
Hamlet
That if you be honest & fair, you
should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Ophelia
110 Could beauty my lord<,> have better commerce
than with (your) honesty?
Hamlet
Ay, truly,(:) for the power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what {it} is<,> to a bawd than
the force of honesty can translate beauty into his like-
ness,(.) this was sometime a paradox, but now the time
gives it proof,(.) I did love you once.
Ophelia
117 Indeed my lord<,> you made me believe so.
Hamlet
You should not have believed me,(.) for virtue can-
not so euocutat (inoculate) our old stock, but we shall
relish of it,(.) I loved you not.
Ophelia
I was the more deceived.
Hamlet
122 Get thee
breeder of sinners,(?) I am myself indifferent honest, but
yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better
my mother had not bome me:(.) I am very proud, reven-
geful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I
have thoughts to put them in{,} imagination<,> to give them
shape, or time to act them in:(.) what should such fellows
as I do<,> crawling between earth (heauen) and heaven
(earth)? We are arrant knaves,
Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?
Ophelia
132 At home<,> my lord.
Hamlet
Let the doors be shut upon him, That he may play the
fool nowhere (no way) but in 's own house,(.) Farewell.
Ophelia
135 О help him<,> you sweet heavens.
Hamlet
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy
dowiy,(.) be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou
shalt not escape calumny;(.) get thee to a nunnery,(. Go,)
farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,(:) for
wise men know well enough<,> what monsters you make
of them:(.) to a nunnery go, and quickly too,(.) farewell.
Ophelia
142
Hamlet
I have heard of your paintings (pratlings too,) well
enough,(.) God hath (has) given you one face
(gidge,) & (you) amble, and you list (lisp), and nick-
name God's creatures, and make your wantonness <,
your> ignorance;(.) go to, I'll no more on 't, it hath made
me mad,(.) I say<,> we will have no more marriage
those that are married already, all but one shall live, the
rest shall keep as they are:<.) to a nunnery<,> go.
Exit.
Ophelia
152 О what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!(?)
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's,(:) eye, tongue, sword;
The expectation (expectancy){,} and rose of the fair state,
155 The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers, quite<,> quite down,(.)
And (Have) I of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his musicke{d} vows;(:)
Now see what (that) noble
160 Like sweet bells jangled, out of time (tune), and harsh,
That unmatch'd form{,} and stature (feature) of blown youth<,>
Blasted with ecstasy,(.) о woe is me<,>
To have seen what I have seen,(:) see what I see.
{Exit.} Enter King<,> and Polonius.
King
Love,(?) his affections do not that way tend,
165 Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness,(.) there's something in his soul<?>
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt{,} the hatch-v and the disclose
Will be some danger;(,) which {for} to prevent{,}
170 I have in quick determination
Thus set it down?.) he shall with speed to England{,}
For the demand of our neglected tribute(:)
Haply the seasu and countries different{,}
With variable objects, shall expel
175 This something-settled matter in his heart,(:)
Whereon his brains still beating<,>
Puts him thus from fashion of himself.
What think you on't?
Polonius
It shall do well.
But yet do I believe the origin and commencement of his (this) grief{,}
180 Sprung from neglected love:(.) How now Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,
We heard it all:(.) my lord, do as you please,
But if you hold it fit{,} after the play,
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
185 To show his grief (Greefes),(:) let her be round with him,
And I'll be placed {(}so<,> please you{)} in the ear
Of all their conference,(.) if she find him not,
To England send him: or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
King
It shall be so,(:)
190 Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
Exeunt.
+SCENE 2+
Enter Hamlet, and
Hamlet
Speak the speech, I pray you<,> as I pronoun'd
(pronounced) it to you{,} trippingly on the tongue,(:)
but if you mouth it<,> as many of our (your) players
do, I had as lief the town-crier
lines,<:) nor do not saw the air too much (with) your
hand thus, but use all gently,(:) for in the very tor-
rent, tempest, and <(>as I may say,() the) whirlwind
of (your) passion, you must acquire and beget a
temperance{,} that may give it smoothness,(.) o, it
offends me to the soul, to hear (see) a robustious
periwig-pated fellow<,> tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who
for the most part are capable of nothing<,> but in-
explicable dumbshows, and noise: I would (could)
have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Terma-
gant,(:) it out-herods Herod,(.) pray you, avoid it.
Player
16 I warrant your honour.
Hamlet
Be not too tame neither,(:) but let your own dis-
cretion be your tutor,(.) suit the action to the word,
the word to the action, with this special obseru-
ance,(:) that you o'erstep (ore-stop) not the modesty
of nature:(;) For any thing so overdone, is from the
purpose of playing, whose end both at the first, and
now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to
nature,(:) to show virtue her own feature;(,) scorn her
his form and pressure:(.) Now<,> this overdone, or
come tardy off, though it make(s) the unskilful laugh,
cannot but make the judicious grieve,(;) the censure of
whole theatre of others. O<,> there be players that I
have seen play, and heard others praysd (praise), and
that highly{,} <(>not to speak it profanely,()) that nei-
ther having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of
Christian, pagan, {n}or man (Norman), have so strutted
& bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's
journeymen had made men, and not made them well,
they imitated humanity so abominably.
Player
37 I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us<, sir>.
Hamlet
O, reform it altogether,(.) and let those that play
your clowns speak no more than is set down for
them,(.) for there be of them that will themselves
laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to
laugh too, though in the mean time, some necessary
question of the play be then to be considered.(:) that's
villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool
that uses it:(.) go make you ready.
46 How now, my lord! Will the king hear this piece
of work?
(Enter Polonius, Guildenstern, & Rosencrantz.)
Polonius
And the queen too, and that presently.
Hamlet
Bid the players make haste.
50 Will you two help to hasten them?
Rosencrantz (Both
We will) {Ay} my lord.
Exeunt {they two}.
Hamlet
What ho, Horatio.(?)
{Enter Horatio.}
Horatio
Here, sweet lord, at your service.
Hamlet
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
55 As e'er my conversation coped withal.
Horatio
O, my dear lord.
Nay, do not think I flatter,(:)
For what advancement may I hope from thee<,>
That no revenue hast<,> but thy good spirits
To feed and clothe thee,(.) why should the poor be flatter'd?
60 No, let the candied tongue<,> lick (like) absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee<,>
Where thrift may follow fawning (faining);(?) dost thou hear,
Since my dear soul was mistress of her (my) choice,
And could of men distinguish<,> her election{,}
65 S'hath (Hath) seal'd thee for herself, for thou hast been
As one in suffering all<,> that suffers nothing,(.)
A man that fortune's buffets<,> and rewards
Hast (Hath) ta'en with equal thanks;(.) and blest are those
Whose blood and judgment are so well commenddled (commingled),
70 That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger<,>
To sound what stop she please:(.) Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core,(:) ay<,> in my heart of heart<,>
As I do thee. Something too much of this,(.)
75 There is a play tonight before the king,
One scene of it comes near the circumstance
Which I have told thee of my father's death,(.)
I prithee<,> when thou seest that act afoot,
Even with the very comment of thy (my) soul
80 Observe mine uncle,(:) if his occulted guilt<,>
Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
It is a damned ghost that we have seen,(:)
And my imaginations are as foul
As Vulcan's stithy. Give him h
85 For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,(:)
And after we will both our judgments join<,>
In (To) censure of his seeming.
Horatio
Well my lord,(.)
If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing<,>
And 'scape detected (detecting), I will pay the theft.
Enter {Trumpets and Kettle Drums,} King, Queen,
Polonius, Ophelia,
Danish March. Sound a flourish.>
Hamlet
90 They are coming to the play.(:) I must be idle,(.)
Get you a place.
King
How fares our cousin Hamlet?
Hamlet
Excellent i' faith,
Of the chameleon's dish, I eat the air<,>
Promise-crammed, you cannot feed capons so.
King
95 I have nothing with this answer Hamlet, these
words are not mine.
Hamlet
No, nor mine<.> now my lord.(,)
You played once i' th' university<,> you say?
Polonius
That did (I) I (did) my lord, and was accounted a
good actor.
Hamlet
101
Polonius
I did enact Julius Caesar, I was killed i' th'
Capitol,(:) Brutus killed me.
Hamlet
It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf
there,(.) Be the players ready?
Rosencrantz
106 Ay my lord, they stay upon your patience.
Queen
Come hither my dear (good) Hamlet, sit by me.
Hamlet
No, good mother, here's metal more attractive.
Polonius
Oh ho, do you mark that.(?)
Hamlet
110 Lady<,> shall I lie in your lap?
Ophelia
No my lord.
I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia
Ay my lord.>
Hamlet
Do you think I meant country matters?
Ophelia
115 I think nothing<,> my lord.
Hamlet
That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
Ophelia
What is my lord?
Hamlet
Nothing.
Ophelia
120 You are merry, my lord.(?)
Hamlet
Who I?
Ophelia
Ay my lord.
Hamlet
О God<,> your only jig-maker,(:) what should a
man do but be merry,(.) for look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two
hours.
Ophelia
127 Nay, 'tis twice two months<,> my lord.
Hamlet
So long,(?) nay then let the devil wear black, for I'll
have a suit of sables;(.) о heavens,(!) die two months
ago, and not forgotten yet,(?) Then there's hope a
great man's memory<,> may outlive his life half a
year,(:) but by'r Lady he must build churches then,(:)
or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-
horse, whose epitaph is, for o, for o, the hobby-horse
is forgot.
{The trumpets sounds. Dumb show follows.}
136 Enter a King and {a} Queene,( very lovingly;) the
Queen embracing him{, and he her},(.)
her up, and declines his head upon her neck,(.) {he} lies
him down upon a bank of flowers,(.) she seeing him
asleep, leaves him.(:) Anon come
, takes off his crown, kisses it, pours (and
powers) poison in the sleeper's (Kings) ears, and
{leaves him:}
King dead,
soner <,> with some {three or four}
come
her,(.) the dead body is carried away,(;) the poisoner
wooes the Queen with giAs, she seems harsh (loath and
unwilling) awhile, but in the end<,> accepts
Ophelia
151 What means this<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Marry, this is munching (miching) mallecho, it
(that) means mischief.
Ophelia
Belike this show imports the argument of the play.(?)
Hamlet
155 We shall know by this (these) fellow
{Enter Prologue.}
the players cannot keep
Ophelia
Will he (they) tell us what this show meant?
Hamlet
Ay, or any show that you'll show him,(.) be not
you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what
it means.
Ophelia
161 You are naught, you are naught, I'll mark the play.
Prologue
For us<,> and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,(:)
We beg your hearing patiently.
Hamlet
165 Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
Ophelia
'Tis brief my lord.
Hamlet
As woman's love.
Enter +two Players:+ King and
+Player+ King
Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round<,>
Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,(:)
170 And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen<,>
About the world have times twelve thirties been<,>
Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Unite commutual<,> in most sacred bands.
+Player+ Queen (Bap.)