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So many journeys may the sun and moon
175 Make us again count o'er ere love be done,(.)
But woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer, and from our (your) formem state,
That I distrust you,(:) yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you,( ()my lord,()) it nothing must.(:)
180 {For women fear too much, even as they love,}
And (For) women's fear and love<,> hold quantity,
{Eyther non,} in neither aught, or in extremity,(:)
Now what my Lord (love) is<,> proof hath made you know,
And as my love is sized, my fear is so,(.)
185 {Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear,
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.}
+Player+ King
Faith I must leave thee love, and shortly too,(:)
My operant powers their (my) functions leave to do,(:)
And thou shall live in this fair world behind,
190 Honour'd, beloved, and haply one as kind,(.)
For husband shalt thou.(-)
+Player+ Queen (Вар.)
О confound the rest,<:>
Such love must needs be treason in my breast,(:)
In second husband let me be accurst,
None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.
Hamlet
195 That's (Wormwood,) wormwood.
+Player Queen+ <Вар.>
The instances that second marriage move<,>
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love,(.)
A second time<,> I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
+Player+ King
200 I do believe you<.> think what now you speak,(:)
But what we do determine, oft we break,(:)
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity,(:)
Which now the (like) fruit unripe sticks on the tree,
205 But fall, unshaken<,> when they mellow be.
Most necessary tis<,> that we forget
To pay ourselves<,> what to ourselves is debt,(:)
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose,(.)
210 The violence of either{,} (other) grief{,} or joy,
Their own enactures (ennactors) with themselves destroy,(:)
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament,(;)
Grief ioy (joys), joy grieves{,} on slender accident,(:)
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange{,}
215 That even our loves should with our fortunes change:(.)
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favorite (favourites) flies,
The poor advanced, makes friends of enemies,(:)
220 And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend,(:)
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end<,> where I begun,
225 Our wills and fates do so contrary run,
That our devices still are overthrown,
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own,(.)
So think thou wilt no second husband wed,(.)
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
+Player+ Queen (Вар.)
230 Nor earth to {me give} food, nor heaven light,
Sport and repose lock from me day and night,(:)
{To desperation turn my trust and hope,
And anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,}
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy,
235 Meet what I would have well and it destroy,(:)
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If once {I be} a widow, ever I be {a} wife.
Hamlet
If she should break it now.
+Player+ King
'Tis deeply sworn,о sweet<,> leave me here awhile,
240 My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
+Player+ Queen (Вар.)
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain.
Exeunt (Exit).
Hamlet
Madam, how like you this play?
Queen
The lady {doth} protest too much, methinks.
Hamlet
245 О but she'll keep her word.
King
Have you heard the argument?(,) is there no of-
fence in 't?
Hamlet
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest, no offence
i' th' world.
King
250 What do you call the play?
Hamlet
The Mousetrap,(:) marry how<?> tropically,(:) this
play is the image of a murder done in Vienna,(:) Gon-
zago is the duke's name, his wife Baptista,(:) you shall
see anon,(:) 'tis a knavish piece of work,(:) but what of
that? your majesty<,> and we that have free souls, it
touches us not,(:) let the galled jade wince,о our with-
ers are unwrung.
257 This is one Lucianus{,} nephew to the king.
{Enter Lucianus.}
Ophelia
You are {as good as a} chorus<,> my lord.
Hamlet
I could interpret between you and your love<:> if I
could see the puppets dallying.
Ophelia
261 You are keen my lord, you are keen.
Hamlet
It would cost you a groaning<,> to take off my
edge.
Ophelia
Still better and worse.
Hamlet
265 So you mistake husbands. Begin,
murderer,(.) leave thy damnable faces<,> and
begin,(.) come, the croaking raven doth bellow for
revenge.
Lucianus
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,(:)
270 Considerat (Confederate) season<,> else<,> no creature seeing,(:)
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban<,> thrice blasted, thrice inuected (infected),
Thy natural magic, and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp(s) immediately.
Hamlet
275 Не poisons him i' th' garden for his estate,(:) his
names Gonzago,(:) the story is extant{,] and writ{ten}
in {very} choice Italian,(.) you shall see anon how the
murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
Ophelia
The king rises.
280 What, frighted with false fire.>
Queen
How fares my lord?
Polonius
Give o'er the play.
King
Give me some light,(.) away.
Polonius (All)
Lights, lights, lights!
Exeunt all but (manet) Hamlet & Horatio.
Hamlet
285 Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play,(:)
For some must watch<,> while some must sleep,(;)
Thus (So) runs the world away.
Would not this sir<,> & a forest of feathers, if the
rest of my fortunes turn turk with me,о with
provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellow-
ship in a cry of players?(.)
Horatio
293 Half a share.
Hamlet
A whole one I.(,)
For thou dost know<:> о Damon dear<,>
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself, and now reigns here<.>
A very very pajock.
Horatio
You might have rhymed.
Hamlet
300 О good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for
a thousand pound. Didst perceive?
Horatio
Very well, my lord.
Hamlet
Upon the talk of the poisoning.(?)
Horatio
I did very well note him.
Hamlet
305 Ah ha,(?) come some music,(.) come, the recorders,(:)
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
Come{,} some music.
{Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.}
Guildenstern
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
Hamlet
311 Sir<,> a whole history.
Guildenstern
The king<,> sir.
Hamlet
Ay sir, what of him?
Guildenstern
Is in his retirement<,> marvellous distempered.
Hamlet
315 With drink sir?
Guildenstern
No my lord, with choler,(.)
Hamlet
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to the (his) doctor,(:) for for me to put him
to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into
more choler.
Guildenstern
321 Good my lord put your discourse into
some frame, and stare (start) not so wildly from
my affair.
Hamlet
I am tame sir, pronounce.
Guildenstern
325 The queen your mother, in most great affliction of
spirit, hath sent me to you.
Hamlet
You are welcome.
Guildenstern
Nay<,> good my lord, this courtesy is not of the
right breed,(.) if it shall please you to make me a
wholesome answer, I will do your mother's command-
ment,(:) if not, your pardon and my return{,} shall be
the end of business.
Hamlet
333 Sir<,> I cannot.
Rosencrantz (Guildenstern)
What<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Make you a wholesome answer,(:) my wit's dis-
eased,(.) but sir, such answer as I can make, you
shall command,(:) or rather (as) you say, my mother,(:)
therefore no more{,} but to the matter, my mother you
say.
Rosencrantz
340 Then thus she says,(:) your behavior hath struck
her into amazement and admiration.
Hamlet
О wonderful son<,> that can so astonish a
mother,(.) but is there no sequel at the heels of this
mother's admiration,(?) {Impart.}
Rosencrantz
345 She desires to speak with you in her closet<,> ere
you go to bed.
Hamlet
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother,
have you any further trade with us?
Rosencrantz
My lord, you once did love me.
Hamlet
350 And do still<,> by these pickers and
stealers.
Rosencrantz
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper,(?)
you do surely (freely) bar the door upon (of) your own
liberty<,> if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Hamlet
355 Sir I lack advancement.
Rosencrantz
How can that be, when you have the voice of the
king himself<,> for your succession in Denmark.(?)
{Enter the Players with recorders.}
Hamlet
Ay {sir.} but while the grass grows, the proverb is
something musty,(.)
360 О, the recorder{s},(.) let me see, to withdraw
with you, why do you go about to recover the wind of
me, as if you would drive me into a toil?
Guildenstern
O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
unmannerly.
Hamlet
365 I do not well understand that,(.) will you play upon
this pipe?
Guildenstern
My lord<,> I cannot.
Hamlet
I pray you.
Guildenstern
Believe me<,> I cannot.
Hamlet
370 I do beseech you.
Guildenstern
I know no touch of it<,> my lord.
Hamlet
It is ('Tis) as easy as lying;(:) govern these venta(i)-
ges with your finger{s} & umber (thumb), give it breath
with your mouth, & it will discourse most eloquent
(excellente) music,(.) look you, these are the stops.
Guildenstern
376 But these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony, I have not the skill.
Hamlet
Why look you now<,> how unworthy a thing
you make of me,(:) you would play upon me,(;) you
would seem to know my stops,(:) you would pluck
out the heart of my mystery,(;) you would sound
me from my lowest note<,> to my com-
pass,(:) and there is much music<,> excellent voice<,>
in this little organ, yet cannot you make it {speak.
'Sblood}<.> do you think<, that>
I am easier to be played on<,> than a pipe,(?) call
me what instrument you will, though you fret
me {not}, you cannot play upon me. God bless you,
sir!
Enter Polonius.
Polonius
390 My lord,(;) the queen would speak with you, &
presently.
Hamlet
Do you see yonder (that) cloud<?> that's almost
in shape of (like) a camel?(.)
Polonius
By th' mass<,> and 'tis (it's) like a camel indeed.
Hamlet
395 Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius
It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet
Or like a whale.(?)
Polonius
Very like a whale.
399 Then I (will) will (I) come to my mother<,> by and by,(:)
+Aside.+ They fool me to the top of my bent,(.) I will come
by & by,(.)
{Leave me, friends.}
I will say so.
By and by is easily said,(.)
+Exeunt all but Hamlet.+
405 'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breakes (breathes) out
Contagion to this world:(.) now could I drink hot blood,
And do such business as the {bitter} day
Would quake to look on. Soft{,} now<,> to my mother.(:)
410 О heart<,> lose not thy nature,(;) let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom,(:)
Let me be cruel, not unnatural,
I will speak dagger to her, but use none,(:)
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites,(.)
415 How in my words so ever she be shent,
To give them seals<,> never my soul consent.
{Exit.}
+SCENE 3+
Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
King
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us<,>
To let his madness range,(.) therefore prepare you,
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you,(:)
5 The terms of our estate<,> may not endure
Hazard so near 's (dangerous) as doth hourly grow
Out of his brows (Lunacies).
Guildenstern
We will ourselves provide,(:)
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
10 That live and feed upon your majesty.
Rosencrantz
The single and peculiar life is bound
With all the strength and armour of the mind<,>
To keep itself from noyance,(:) but much more
That spirit, upon whose weal (spirit) depend and rest
15 The lives of many, the cess (cease) of majesty
Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw
What's near it, with it,(.) {or} it is a massy wheel
Fix'd on the somnet {*} of the highest mount,
{* summit Ed.}
To whose h{o}ugh(e) spokes, ten thousand lesser things
20 Are mortised and adjoin'd,(:) which when it falls,
Each small annexment<,> petty consequence
Attends the boisterous raine (ruin),(.) never alone
Did the king sigh, but a general groan.
King
Arm you<,> I pray you to this speedy voyage,(;)
25 For we will fetters put about (upon) this fear<,>
Which now goes too free-footed.
Rosencrantz (Both)
We will haste us.
Exeunt Gent.
Enter Polonius.
Polonius
My lord, he's going to his mother's cioset,(:)
Behind the arras I'll convey myself
To hear the process,(.) and warrant she'll tax him home,
30 And as you said, and wisely was it said,
'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech of vantage;(.) fare you well my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed.(,)
35 And tell you what I know. (Exit.)
King
Thanks dear my lord.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven,
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder,(.) pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will,(:)
40 My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect,(;) what if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
45 Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow,(?) whereto serves 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,
50 Or pardon<'d> being down,(?) then I'll look up.(,)
My fault is past,(.) but o<,> what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? forgive me my foul murder,(:)
That cannot be<,> since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
55 My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen;<:>
May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may show by justice,
And oft 'tis seen<,> the wicked prize itself
60 Buys out the law,(;) but 'tis not so above,
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults<,>
To give in evidence,(.) what then,(?) what rests,(?)
65 Try what repentance can,(.) what can it not,(?)
Yet what can it, when one can not repent?
О wretched state,(!) о bosom black as death,(!)
O limed soul, that struggling to be free,
Art more engaged;(:) help angels<,> make assay(:)
70 Bow stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe,
All may be well.
Enter Hamlet.
Hamlet
Now might I do it, now he is a-praying,
And now I'll do 't, and so he goes to heaven,
75 And so am I revenged,(:) that would be scann'd<,>
A villain kills my father, and for that(,)
I his sole (foule) son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
Why (Oh){,} this is base (hire) and silly (salary), not revenge,(.)
80 He took my father grossly<,> full of bread,
Withal (With all) his crimes broad blown, as flush (flash) as May,
And how his audit stands who knows<,> save heaven,(;)
But in our circumstance and course of thought{,}
'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged<,>
85 To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No.
Up sword, and know thou a more horrid hent{,}
When he is drunk{,} asleep,(:) or in his rage,
90 Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At {game, a-swearing}, or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't,
Then trip him<,> that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
95 As hell<,> whereto it goes;(.) my mother stays,
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
Exit.
King
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below<,>
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Exit.
+SCENE 4+
Enter Gertrard (Queen) and Polonius.
Polonius
He will come straight,(:) look you lay home to him:
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your grace hath screen'd<,> and stood between
Much heat and him,(.) I'll sconce me even here,(:)
5 Pray you, be round.
{Enter Hamlet.}
Mother, mother, mother.>
Queen
I'll wait (warrant) you, fear me not,(.)
Withdraw, I hear him coming.
Hamlet
Now mother, what's the matter?
Queen
10 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Hamlet
Mother, you have my father much offended.
Queen
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Hamlet
Go, go, you question with a wicked (idle) tongue.
Queen
Why how now Hamlet?
Hamlet
What's the matter now?
Queen
15 Have you forgot me?
Hamlet
No by the rood<,> not so,(:)
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife,
And (but) would it (you) were not so,(.) you are my mother.
Queen
Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.
Hamlet
Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge,(:)
20 You go not till I set you up a glass<,>
Where you may see themost part of you.(?)
Queen
What wilt thou do,(?) thou wilt not murder me,(?)
Help, ho.
Polonius
What ho, help<, helpe, helpe>.
Hamlet
25 How now, a rat,(?) dead for a ducat, dead.
Polonius
О I am slain.
Queen
О me, what hast thou done?
Hamlet
Nay I know not, is it the king?
Queen
O what a rash and bloody deed is this.(?)
Hamlet
A bloody deed, almost as bad{,} good mother<,>
30 As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Queen
As kill a king.(?)
Hamlet
Ay lady, 'twas my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool farewell,
I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune,
Thou find'st to be too busy<,> is some danger,(.)
35 Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart, for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff,(;)
If damned custom have not brass'd it so,
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen
40 What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue<,>
In noise so rude against me?
Hamlet
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off {*} the rose
{* of 2Кв }
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
45 And sets (makes) a blister there,(.) makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths,(.) o, such a deed.
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words;(.) heaven's face doth glow<,>
50 O'er (Yea) this solidity and compound mass<,>
With heated (tristful) visage{,} as against the doom<,>
Is thought-sick at the act.
Queen
Ay me, what act?(,)
{Hamlet}
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index,(.)
55 Look here upon this picture, and on this.
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,(:)
See what a grace was seated on this (his) brow,
Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,
An eye like Mars, to threaten and (or) command{,}
60 A station<,> like the herald Mercury{,}
New-lighted on a {heaue,}kissing hill,(:)
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal<,>
To give the world assurance of a man,(.)
65 This was your husband,(.) look you now, what follows,(.)
Here is your husband<,> like a mildew'd ear{,}
Blasting his wholesome brother (breath). Have you eyes,(?)
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor;(?) ha,(?) have you eyes?
70 You cannot call it love,(:) for at your age<,>
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment,(:) and what judgment
Would step from this to this,(?) {Sense, sure, you have
Else could you not have motion, but sure that sense
75 Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference,} what devil was't<,>
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind;(?)
80 {Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands, or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope:} о shame<!> where is thy blush?
Rebellious hell,
85 If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax<,>
And melt in her own fire,(.) proclaim no shame<,>
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth bum,
90 And (As) reason pardons (panders) will.
Queen
О Hamlet speak no more,(.)
Thou tum'st mine (very! eyes into my soul,
And there I see such black and greeued (grained) spots
As will leave their tinct.
Hamlet
Nay but to live
95 In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed<,>
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty.
Queen
О speak to me<,> no more,
These words like daggers enter in mine ears,(.)
100 No more sweet Hamlet.
Hamlet
A murderer<,> and a villain,(:)
A slave<,> that is not twentieth part the kyth (tithe)
Of your precedent lord,(.) a vice of kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,<.)
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole<,>
105 And put it in his pocket.
Queen
No move.
Enter Ghost.
Hamlet
A king of shreds and patches,(.)
Save me<;> and hover o'er me with your wings
You heavenly guards:(.) what would you{r} gracious figure?
Queen
110 Alas he's mad.
Hamlet
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion<,> lets go by
The important acting of your dread command,(?) о say.
Ghost
Do not forget,(:) this visitation
115 Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,(.)
But look, amazement on thy mother sits,(;)
O, step between her, and her fighting soul,
Conceit in weakest bodies<,> strongest works,(.)
Speak to her Hamlet.
Hamlet
How is it with you lady?
Queen
120 Alas<,> how is t with you,
That you {do} bend your eye on vacancy,
And with {th' incorporal} air do hold discourse,(.)
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
And as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
125 Your bedded hair<,> like life in excrements
Starts up<,> and stands an end,(.) о gentle son<,>
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience,(.) whereon do you look?
Hamlet
On him, on him,(:) look you how pale he glares,
130 His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones<,>
Would make them capable,(.) do not look upon me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects,(:) then what I have to do<,>
Will want true colour,(;) tears perchance for blood.
Queen
135 To who{m} do you speak this?
Hamlet
Do you see nothing there?
Queen
Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
Hamlet
Nor did you nothing hear?
Queen
No<,> nothing but ourselves.
Hamlet
140 Why look you there,о look how it steals away,(:)
My father in his habit<,> as he lived,
Look where he goes{,} even now out at the portal.
Exit {Ghost}.
Queen
This is the very coinage of your brain,
This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in.
Hamlet
145
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music,(.) it is not madness
That I have utter'd,(;) bring me to the test{,}
And the matter will re-word,(:) which madness
150 Would gambol from,(.) mother<,> for love of grace,
Lay not that (a) flattering unction to your soul<,>
That not your trespass<,> but my madness speaks,(:)
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place<,>
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within<,>
155 Infects unseen,(.) confess yourself to heaven<,>
Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,
And do not spread the compost on (or) the weeds<,>
To make them ranke{r},(.) forgive me this my virtue,
For in the fatness of these (this) pursy times<,>
160 Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea curb and woo for leave to do him good.
Queen
О Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet
O throw away the worser part of it.
And leaue (live) the purer with the other half,(.)
165 Good night, but go not to mine uncle's bed,
Assun(m)e a virtue, if you have it not.
{That monster custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this
That to the use of actions fair and good,
170 He likewise gives a frock or livery
That aptly is put on to} refrainnight,
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence,(.) {the next more easy:
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
175 And either +...{*}+ the devil, or throw him out
{* В изд. 1611 г.(Кв3) master }
With wondrous potency:} once more good night,
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you,(.) for this same lord<,>
+Pointing to Polonius+
I do repent;(:) but heaven hath pleased it so<,>
180 To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him<,> and will answer well
The death I gave him;(:) so again<,> good night<.>
I must be cruel<,> only to be kind,(;)
185 This (Thus) bad begins, and worse remains behind.
{One word more good lady.}
Queen
What shall I do?
Hamlet
Not this by no means that I bid you do,(:)
Let the bloat (blunt) king tempt you again to bed,
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,
190 And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers.(,)
Make you to rouell (ravel) all this matter out<,>
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad in craft,(.) 'twere good you let him know,
195 For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide, who would do so,
No(,) in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,(:)
200 Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape{,}
To try conclusions in the basket<,> creep{,}
And break your own neck down.
Queen
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath<,>
And breath of life,(:) I have no life to breathe
205 What thou hast said to me.
Hamlet
I must to England, you know that.(?)
Ger. (Queen)
Alack, I had forgot.(:)
'Tis so concluded on.
Hamlet
{There's letters seal'd, and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
210 They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery: let it work,
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard, an t shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
215 And blow them at the moon: о 'tis most sweet
When in one line two crafts directly meet,}
This man shall set me packing,(:)
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room;(,)
Mother good night<.> indeed<,> this counsellor
220 Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life<,> a {most} foolish prating knave.
Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night mother.
Exit{.}.
+АСТ 4+
+SCENE 1+
Enter King{, and Queen,
with Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern}.
King
There's matter in these sighs(.), these profound heaves{,}
You must translate(;) 'tis fit we understand them,(.)
Where is your son?
Queen
{Bestow this place on us a little while.}
+Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.+
5 Ah, {mine own} lord, what have I seen tonight?
King
What Gertrude,(?) How does Hamlet?
Queen
Mad as the sea and wind<,> when both contend
Which is the mightier, in his lawless fit(,)
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
10 whips {out} his rapier , cries a rat, a rat,
And in this (his) brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.
King
О heavy deed!(:)
It had been so with us, had we been there,(:)
His liberty is full of threats to all,
15 To you yourself, to us, to every one,(.)
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt<,>
This mad young man;(.) but so much was our love,
20 We would not understand what was most fit,
But like the owner of a foul disease<,>
To keep it from divulging, let<'s> it feed
Even on the pith of life:(.) where is he gone?
Queen
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd,
25 O'er whom(,) his very madness like some ore
Among a mineral of metals baseu
Shows itself pure,(.) he weeps for what is done.
King
О Gertrude, come away,(:)
175 Make us again count o'er ere love be done,(.)
But woe is me, you are so sick of late,
So far from cheer, and from our (your) formem state,
That I distrust you,(:) yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you,( ()my lord,()) it nothing must.(:)
180 {For women fear too much, even as they love,}
And (For) women's fear and love<,> hold
{Eyther non,} in neither aught, or in extremity,(:)
Now what my Lord (love) is<,> proof hath made you know,
And as my love is sized, my fear is so,(.)
185 {Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear,
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.}
+Player+ King
Faith I must leave thee love, and shortly too,(:)
My operant powers their (my) functions leave to do,(:)
And thou shall live in this fair world behind,
190 Honour'd, beloved, and haply one as kind,(.)
For husband shalt thou.(-)
+Player+ Queen (Вар.)
О confound the rest,<:>
Such love must needs be treason in my breast,(:)
In second husband let me be accurst,
None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.
Hamlet
195 That's (Wormwood,) wormwood.
+Player Queen+ <Вар.>
The instances that second marriage move<,>
Are base respects of thrift, but none of love,(.)
A second time<,> I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
+Player+ King
200 I do believe you<.> think what now you speak,(:)
But what we do determine, oft we break,(:)
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity,(:)
Which now the (like) fruit unripe sticks on the tree,
205 But fall, unshaken<,> when they mellow be.
Most necessary tis<,> that we forget
To pay ourselves<,> what to ourselves is debt,(:)
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose,(.)
210 The violence of either{,} (other) grief{,} or joy,
Their own enactures (ennactors) with themselves destroy,(:)
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament,(;)
Grief ioy (joys), joy grieves{,} on slender accident,(:)
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange{,}
215 That even our loves should with our fortunes change:(.)
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man down, you mark his favorite (favourites) flies,
The poor advanced, makes friends of enemies,(:)
220 And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,
For who not needs, shall never lack a friend,(:)
And who in want a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.
But orderly to end<,> where I begun,
225 Our wills and fates do so contrary run,
That our devices still are overthrown,
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own,(.)
So think thou wilt no second husband wed,(.)
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
+Player+ Queen (Вар.)
230 Nor earth to {me give}
Sport and repose lock from me day and night,(:)
{To desperation turn my trust and hope,
And anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,}
Each opposite that blanks the face of joy,
235 Meet what I would have well and it destroy,(:)
Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
If once {I be} a widow, ever I be {a} wife.
Hamlet
If she should break it now.
+Player+ King
'Tis deeply sworn,о sweet<,> leave me here awhile,
240 My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep.
+Player+ Queen (Вар.)
Sleep rock thy brain,
And never come mischance between us twain.
Exeunt (Exit).
Hamlet
Madam, how like you this play?
Queen
The lady {doth} protest
Hamlet
245 О but she'll keep her word.
King
Have you heard the argument?(,) is there no of-
fence in 't?
Hamlet
No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest, no offence
i' th' world.
King
250 What do you call the play?
Hamlet
The Mousetrap,(:) marry how<?> tropically,(:) this
play is the image of a murder done in Vienna,(:) Gon-
zago is the duke's name, his wife Baptista,(:) you shall
see anon,(:) 'tis a knavish piece of work,(:) but what of
that? your majesty<,> and we that have free souls, it
touches us not,(:) let the galled jade wince,о our with-
ers are unwrung.
257 This is one Lucianus{,} nephew to the king.
{Enter Lucianus.}
Ophelia
You are {as good as a} chorus<,> my lord.
Hamlet
I could interpret between you and your love<:> if I
could see the puppets dallying.
Ophelia
261 You are keen my lord, you are keen.
Hamlet
It would cost you a groaning<,> to take off my
edge.
Ophelia
Still better and worse.
Hamlet
265 So you mistake
murderer,(.)
begin,(.) come, the croaking raven doth bellow for
revenge.
Lucianus
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,(:)
270 Considerat (Confederate) season<,> else<,> no creature seeing,(:)
Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected,
With Hecate's ban<,> thrice blasted, thrice inuected (infected),
Thy natural magic, and dire property,
On wholesome life usurp(s) immediately.
Hamlet
275 Не poisons him i' th' garden for his estate,(:) his
names Gonzago,(:) the story is extant{,] and writ{ten}
in {very} choice Italian,(.) you shall see anon how the
murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
Ophelia
The king rises.
280 What, frighted with false fire.>
Queen
How fares my lord?
Polonius
Give o'er the play.
King
Give me some light,(.) away.
Polonius (All)
Lights, lights, lights!
Exeunt all but (manet) Hamlet & Horatio.
Hamlet
285 Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
The hart ungalled play,(:)
For some must watch<,> while some must sleep,(;)
Thus (So) runs the world away.
Would not this sir<,> & a forest of feathers, if the
rest of my fortunes turn turk with me,о with
provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellow-
ship in a cry of players
Horatio
293 Half a share.
Hamlet
A whole one I.(,)
For thou dost know<:> о Damon dear<,>
This realm dismantled was
Of Jove himself, and now reigns here<.>
A very very pajock.
Horatio
You might have rhymed.
Hamlet
300 О good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for
a thousand pound. Didst perceive?
Horatio
Very well, my lord.
Hamlet
Upon the talk of the poisoning.(?)
Horatio
I did very well note him.
Hamlet
305 Ah ha,(?) come some music,(.) come, the recorders,(:)
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then belike he likes it not perdy.
Come{,} some music.
{Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.}
Guildenstern
Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.
Hamlet
311 Sir<,> a whole history.
Guildenstern
The king<,> sir.
Hamlet
Ay sir, what of him?
Guildenstern
Is in his retirement<,> marvellous distempered.
Hamlet
315 With drink sir?
Guildenstern
No my lord,
Hamlet
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify this to the (his) doctor,(:) for for me to put him
to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into
Guildenstern
321 Good my lord put your discourse into
some frame, and stare (start) not so wildly from
my affair.
Hamlet
I am tame sir, pronounce.
Guildenstern
325 The queen your mother, in most great affliction of
spirit, hath sent me to you.
Hamlet
You are welcome.
Guildenstern
Nay<,> good my lord, this courtesy is not of the
right breed,(.) if it shall please you to make me a
wholesome answer, I will do your mother's command-
ment,(:) if not, your pardon and my return{,} shall be
the end of
Hamlet
333 Sir<,> I cannot.
Rosencrantz (Guildenstern)
What<,> my lord?
Hamlet
Make you a wholesome answer,(:) my wit's dis-
eased,(.) but sir, such answer
shall command,(:) or rather (as) you say, my mother,(:)
therefore no more{,} but to the matter, my mother you
say.
Rosencrantz
340 Then thus she says,(:) your behavior hath struck
her into amazement and admiration.
Hamlet
О wonderful son<,> that can so astonish a
mother,(.) but is there no sequel at the heels of this
mother's admiration,(?) {Impart.}
Rosencrantz
345 She desires to speak with you in her closet<,> ere
you go to bed.
Hamlet
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother,
have you any further trade with us?
Rosencrantz
My lord, you once did love me.
Hamlet
350 And do still<,> by these pickers and
stealers.
Rosencrantz
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper,(?)
you do surely (freely) bar the door upon (of) your own
liberty<,> if you deny your griefs to your friend.
Hamlet
355 Sir I lack advancement.
Rosencrantz
How can that be, when you have the voice of the
king himself<,> for your succession in Denmark.(?)
{Enter the Players with recorders.}
Hamlet
Ay {sir.} but while the grass grows, the proverb is
something musty,(.)
360 О, the recorder{s},(.) let me see
with you, why do you go about to recover the wind of
me, as if you would drive me into a toil?
Guildenstern
O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too
unmannerly.
Hamlet
365 I do not well understand that,(.) will you play upon
this pipe?
Guildenstern
My lord<,> I cannot.
Hamlet
I pray you.
Guildenstern
Believe me<,> I cannot.
Hamlet
370 I do beseech you.
Guildenstern
I know no touch of it<,> my lord.
Hamlet
It is ('Tis) as easy as lying;(:) govern these venta(i)-
ges with your finger{s} & umber (thumb), give it breath
with your mouth, & it will discourse most eloquent
(excellente) music,(.) look you, these are the stops.
Guildenstern
376 But these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony, I have not the skill.
Hamlet
Why look you now<,> how unworthy a thing
you make of me,(:) you would play upon me,(;) you
would seem to know my stops,(:) you would pluck
out the heart of my mystery,(;) you would sound
me from my lowest note<,> to
pass,(:) and there is much music<,> excellent voice<,>
in this little organ, yet cannot you make it {speak.
'Sblood}<.>
I am easier to be played on<,> than a pipe,(?) call
me what instrument you will, though you
me {not}, you cannot play upon me. God bless you,
sir!
Enter Polonius.
Polonius
390 My lord,(;) the queen would speak with you, &
presently.
Hamlet
Do you see yonder (that) cloud<?> that's almost
in shape of (like) a camel?(.)
Polonius
By th' mass<,> and 'tis (it's) like a camel indeed.
Hamlet
395 Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius
It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet
Or like a whale.(?)
Polonius
Very like a whale.
399 Then I (will) will (I) come to my mother<,> by and by,(:)
+Aside.+ They fool me to the top of my bent,(.) I will come
by & by,(.)
{Leave me, friends.}
I will say so.
By and by is easily said,(.)
+Exeunt all but Hamlet.+
405 'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breakes (breathes) out
Contagion to this world:(.) now could I drink hot blood,
And do such
Would quake to look on. Soft{,} now<,> to my mother.(:)
410 О heart<,> lose not thy nature,(;) let not ever
The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom,(:)
Let me be cruel, not unnatural,
I will speak dagger
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites,(.)
415 How in my words so ever she be shent,
To give them seals<,> never my soul consent.
{Exit.}
+SCENE 3+
Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
King
I like him not, nor stands it safe with us<,>
To let his madness range,(.) therefore prepare you,
I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
And he to England shall along with you,(:)
5 The terms of our estate<,> may not endure
Hazard so near 's (dangerous) as doth hourly grow
Out of his brows (Lunacies).
Guildenstern
We will ourselves provide,(:)
Most holy and religious fear it is
To keep those many many bodies safe
10 That live and feed upon your majesty.
Rosencrantz
The single and peculiar life is bound
With all the strength and armour of the mind<,>
To keep itself from noyance,(:) but much more
That spirit, upon whose weal (spirit) depend and rest
15 The lives of many, the cess (cease) of majesty
Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw
What's near it, with it,(.) {or} it is a massy wheel
Fix'd on the somnet {*} of the highest mount,
{* summit Ed.}
To whose h{o}ugh(e) spokes, ten thousand lesser things
20 Are mortised and adjoin'd,(:) which when it falls,
Each small annexment<,> petty consequence
Attends the boisterous raine (ruin),(.) never alone
Did the king sigh, but
King
Arm you<,> I pray you to this speedy voyage,(;)
25 For we will fetters put about (upon) this fear<,>
Which now goes too free-footed.
Rosencrantz (Both)
We will haste us.
Exeunt Gent.
Enter Polonius.
Polonius
My lord, he's going to his mother's cioset,(:)
Behind the arras I'll convey myself
To hear the process,(.) and warrant she'll tax him home,
30 And as you said, and wisely was it said,
'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
The speech of vantage;(.) fare you well my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed.(,)
35 And tell you what I know. (Exit.)
King
Thanks dear my lord.
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven,
It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
A brother's murder,(.) pray can I not,
Though inclination be as sharp as will,(:)
40 My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
And like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect,(;) what if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
45 Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow,(?) whereto serves 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,
50 Or pardon<'d> being down,(?) then I'll look up.(,)
My fault is past,(.) but o<,> what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? forgive me my foul murder,(:)
That cannot be<,> since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
55 My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen;<:>
May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may show by justice,
And oft 'tis seen<,> the wicked prize itself
60 Buys out the law,(;) but 'tis not so above,
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults<,>
To give in evidence,(.) what then,(?) what rests,(?)
65 Try what repentance can,(.) what can it not,(?)
Yet what can it, when one can not repent?
О wretched state,(!) о bosom black as death,(!)
O limed soul, that struggling to be free,
Art more engaged;(:) help angels<,> make assay(:)
70 Bow stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe,
All may be well.
Enter Hamlet.
Hamlet
Now might I do it
And now I'll do 't, and so he goes to heaven,
75 And so am I revenged,(:) that would be scann'd<,>
A villain kills my father, and for that(,)
I his sole (foule) son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
Why (Oh){,} this is base (hire) and silly (salary), not revenge,(.)
80 He took my father grossly<,> full of bread,
Withal (With all) his crimes broad blown, as flush (flash) as May,
And how his audit stands who knows<,> save heaven,(;)
But in our circumstance and course of thought{,}
'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged<,>
85 To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No.
Up sword, and know thou a more horrid hent{,}
When he is drunk{,} asleep,(:) or in his rage,
90 Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed,
At {game, a-swearing}
That has no relish of salvation in 't,
Then trip him<,> that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
95 As hell<,> whereto it goes;(.) my mother stays,
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
Exit.
King
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below<,>
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
Exit.
+SCENE 4+
Enter Gertrard (Queen) and Polonius.
Polonius
He will come straight,(:) look you lay home to him:
Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
And that your grace hath screen'd<,> and stood between
Much heat and him,(.) I'll sconce me even here,(:)
5 Pray you, be round
{Enter Hamlet.}
Mother, mother, mother.>
Queen
I'll wait (warrant) you, fear me not,(.)
Withdraw, I hear him coming.
Hamlet
Now mother, what's the matter?
Queen
10 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Hamlet
Mother, you have my father much offended.
Queen
Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
Hamlet
Go, go, you question with a
Queen
Why how now Hamlet?
Hamlet
What's the matter now?
Queen
15 Have you forgot me?
Hamlet
No by the rood<,> not so,(:)
You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife,
And (but) would it (you) were not so,(.) you are my mother.
Queen
Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.
Hamlet
Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge,(:)
20 You go not till I set you up a glass<,>
Where you may see the
Queen
What wilt thou do,(?) thou wilt not murder me,(?)
Help
Polonius
What ho, help<, helpe, helpe>.
Hamlet
25 How now, a rat,(?) dead for a ducat, dead.
Polonius
О I am slain.
Queen
О me, what hast thou done?
Hamlet
Nay I know not, is it the king?
Queen
O what a rash and bloody deed is this.(?)
Hamlet
A bloody deed, almost as bad{,} good mother<,>
30 As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Queen
As kill a king.(?)
Hamlet
Ay lady, 'twas my word.
Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool farewell,
I took thee for thy better
Thou find'st to be too busy<,> is some danger,(.)
35 Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
And let me wring your heart, for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff,(;)
If damned custom have not brass'd it so,
That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
Queen
40 What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue<,>
In noise so rude against me?
Hamlet
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off {*} the rose
{* of 2Кв }
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
45 And sets (makes) a blister there,(.) makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths,(.) o, such a deed.
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words;(.) heaven's face doth glow<,>
50 O'er (Yea) this solidity and compound mass<,>
With heated (tristful) visage{,} as against the doom<,>
Is thought-sick at the act.
Queen
Ay me, what act?(,)
{Hamlet}
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index,(.)
55 Look here upon this picture, and on this.
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,(:)
See what a grace was seated on this (his) brow,
Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself,
An eye like Mars, to threaten and (or) command{,}
60 A station<,> like the herald Mercury{,}
New-lighted on a {heaue,}
A combination, and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal<,>
To give the world assurance of a man,(.)
65 This was your husband,(.) look you now, what follows,(.)
Here is your husband<,> like a mildew'd ear{,}
Blasting his wholesome brother (breath). Have you eyes,(?)
Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
And batten on this moor;(?) ha,(?) have you eyes?
70 You cannot call it love,(:) for at your age<,>
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waits upon the judgment,(:) and what judgment
Would step from this to this,(?) {Sense, sure, you have
Else could you not have motion, but sure that sense
75 Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err
Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
But it reserved some quantity of choice
To serve in such a difference,} what devil was't<,>
That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind;(?)
80 {Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands, or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope:} о shame<!> where is thy blush?
Rebellious hell,
85 If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax<,>
And melt in her own fire,(.) proclaim no shame<,>
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth bum,
90 And (As) reason pardons (panders) will.
Queen
О Hamlet speak no more,(.)
Thou tum'st mine (very! eyes into my
And there I see such black and greeued (grained) spots
As will
Hamlet
Nay but to live
95 In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed<,>
Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty.
Queen
О speak to me<,> no more,
These words like daggers enter in mine ears,(.)
100 No more sweet Hamlet.
Hamlet
A murderer<,> and a villain,(:)
A slave<,> that is not twentieth part the kyth (tithe)
Of your precedent lord,(.) a vice of kings,
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,<.)
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole<,>
105 And put it in his pocket.
Queen
No move.
Enter Ghost.
Hamlet
A king of shreds and patches,(.)
Save me<;> and hover o'er me with your wings
You heavenly guards:(.) what would you{r} gracious figure?
Queen
110 Alas he's mad.
Hamlet
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, lapsed in time and passion<,> lets go by
The important acting of your dread command,(?) о say.
Ghost
Do not forget,(:) this visitation
115 Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,(.)
But look, amazement on thy mother sits,(;)
O, step between her, and her fighting soul,
Conceit in weakest bodies<,> strongest works,(.)
Speak to her Hamlet.
Hamlet
How is it with you lady?
Queen
120 Alas<,> how is t with you,
That you {do} bend your eye on vacancy,
And with {th' incorporal}
Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep,
And as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
125 Your bedded hair<,> like life in excrements
Starts up<,> and stands an end,(.) о gentle son<,>
Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
Sprinkle cool patience,(.) whereon do you look?
Hamlet
On him, on him,(:) look you how pale he glares,
130 His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones<,>
Would make them capable,(.) do not look upon me,
Lest with this piteous action you convert
My stern effects,(:) then what I have to do<,>
Will want true colour,(;) tears perchance for blood.
Queen
135 To who{m} do you speak this?
Hamlet
Do you see nothing there?
Queen
Nothing at all, yet all that is I see.
Hamlet
Nor did you nothing hear?
Queen
No<,> nothing but ourselves.
Hamlet
140 Why look you there,о look how it steals away,(:)
My father in his habit<,> as he lived,
Look where he goes{,} even now out at the portal.
Exit {Ghost}.
Queen
This is the very coinage of your brain,
This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in.
Hamlet
145
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time,
And makes as healthful music,(.) it is not madness
That I have utter'd,(;) bring me to the test{,}
And the matter will re-word,(:) which madness
150 Would gambol from,(.) mother<,> for love of grace,
Lay not that (a) flattering unction to your soul<,>
That not your trespass<,> but my madness speaks,(:)
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place<,>
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within<,>
155 Infects unseen,(.) confess yourself to heaven<,>
Repent what's past, avoid what is to come,
And do not spread the compost on (or) the weeds<,>
To make them ranke{r},(.) forgive me this my virtue,
For in the fatness of these (this) pursy times<,>
160 Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea curb and woo for leave to do him good.
Queen
О Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
Hamlet
O throw away the worser part of it.
And leaue (live) the purer with the other half,(.)
165 Good night, but go not to mine uncle's bed,
Assun(m)e a virtue, if you have it not.
{That monster custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this
That to the use of actions fair and good,
170 He likewise gives a frock or livery
That aptly is put on to} refrain
And that shall lend a kind of easiness
To the next abstinence,(.) {the next more easy:
For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
175 And either +...{*}+ the devil, or throw him out
{* В изд. 1611 г.(Кв3) master }
With wondrous potency:} once more good night,
And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
I'll blessing beg of you,(.) for this same lord<,>
+Pointing to Polonius+
I do repent;(:) but heaven hath pleased it so<,>
180 To punish me with this, and this with me,
That I must be their scourge and minister.
I will bestow him<,> and will answer well
The death I gave him;(:) so again<,> good night<.>
I must be cruel<,> only to be kind,(;)
185 This (Thus) bad begins, and worse remains behind.
{One word more good lady.}
Queen
What shall I do?
Hamlet
Not this by no means that I bid you do,(:)
Let the bloat (blunt) king tempt you again to bed,
Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse,
190 And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers.(,)
Make you to rouell (ravel) all this matter out<,>
That I essentially am not in madness,
But mad
195 For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
Such dear concernings hide, who would do so,
No(,) in despite of sense and secrecy,
Unpeg the basket on the house's top,(:)
200 Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape{,}
To try conclusions in the basket<,> creep{,}
And break your own neck down.
Queen
Be thou assured, if words be made of breath<,>
And breath of life,(:) I have no life to breathe
205 What thou hast said to me.
Hamlet
I must to England, you know that.(?)
Ger. (Queen)
Alack, I had forgot.(:)
'Tis so concluded on.
Hamlet
{There's letters seal'd, and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
210 They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery: let it work,
For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
Hoist with his own petard, an t shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines,
215 And blow them at the moon: о 'tis most sweet
When in one line two crafts directly meet,}
This man shall set me packing,(:)
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room;(,)
Mother good night<.> indeed<,> this counsellor
220 Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Who was in life<,> a {most} foolish prating knave.
Come sir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night mother.
Exit{.}
+АСТ 4+
+SCENE 1+
Enter King{, and Queen,
with Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern}.
King
There's matter
You must translate(;) 'tis fit we understand them,(.)
Where is your son?
Queen
{Bestow this place on us a little while.}
+Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.+
5 Ah, {mine own}
King
What Gertrude,(?) How does Hamlet?
Queen
Mad as the sea
Which is the mightier, in his lawless fit(,)
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
10
And in this (his) brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.
King
О heavy deed!(:)
It had been so with us, had we been there,(:)
His liberty is full of threats to all,
15 To you yourself, to us, to every one,(.)
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt<,>
This mad young man;(.) but so much was our love,
20 We would not understand what was most fit,
But like the owner of a foul disease<,>
To keep it from divulging, let<'s> it feed
Even on the pith of life:(.) where is he gone?
Queen
To draw apart the body he hath kill'd,
25 O'er whom(,) his very madness like some ore
Among a mineral of metals baseu
Shows itself pure,(.) he weeps for what is done.
King
О Gertrude, come away,(:)