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The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
30 But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed<,>
We must with all our majesty and skill
(Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.)
Both countenance and excuse.
Ho, Guildenstern,(:)
Friends both{,} go join you with some further aid,(:)
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
35 And from his mother{'s} closet hath he dre(a)g'd him,(.)
Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel;(.) I pray you haste in this,(.)
Come Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends,
And let them know, both what we mean to do<,:
40 And what's untimely done,(.) +So haply slander,+
{Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air,} о come away,
45 My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Exeunt.
+SCENE 2+
Enter Hamlet{, Rosencrantz and other}.
Hamlet
Safely stowed.
Hamlet, lord Hamlet.
Hamlet>
{But soft,} what noise,(?) who calls on Hamlet?
О here they come.
Rosencrantz
5 What have you done my lord with the dead body?
Hamlet
Compound it with dust<,> whereto 'tis kin.
Rosencrantz
Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence,
And bear it to the chapel.
Hamlet
Do not believe it.
Rosencrantz
10 Believe what.(?)
Hamlet
That I can keep your counsel<,> & not mine
own,(.) besides<,> to be demanded of a sponge, what
replication should be made by the son of a king.
Rosencrantz
Take you me for a sponge<,> my lord?
Hamlet
15 Ay sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
rewards, his authorities, <(>but such officers do the
king best service in the end,(.) he keeps them like an
apple (ape) in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to
be last swallowed, when he needs what you have
gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and sponge you shall
be dry again.
Rosencrantz
I understand you not my lord.
Hamlet
I am glad of it,<:> a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Rosencrantz
24 My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and
go with us to the king.
Hamlet
The body is with the king, but the king is not with
the body. The king is a thing.(-)
Guildenstern
A thing my lord.(?)
Hamlet
29 Of nothing,(:) bring me to him.(,)
Exeunt.
+SCENE 3+
Enter King{, and two or three}.
King
I have sent to seek him, and to find the body,(:)
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose,(:)
Yet must not we put the strong law on him,(:)
He's loved of the distracted multitude,
5 Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes,<:>
And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd
But never (neerer) the offence: to bear all smooth<,> and even,
This sudden sending him<,> away must seem
Deliberate pause, diseases desperate grown,
10 By desperate appliance are relieved<,>
Or not at all.
Enter Rosencrantz {and all the rest}.
How now,(?) what hath befall'n?
Rosencrantz
Where the dead body is bestow'd my lord<,>
We cannot get from him.
King
But where is he?
Rosencrantz
Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.
King
15 Bring him before us.
Rosencrantz
Ho(?) bring in the (my) Lord.
{They enter.}
King
Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
Hamlet
At supper.
King
At supper,(?) where.(?)
Hamlet
19 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a certain
convocation of (politic) worms are e'en at him:(.) your
worm is your only emperor for diet,(.) we fat all crea-
tures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves (our selfe)
for maggots,(.) your fat king<,> and your lean beggar
is but variable serv(u)ice(,) t{w}o dishes<,> but to one
table{,} that's the end.
{King
26 Alas, alas.
Hamlet
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
king, & eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.)
King{. King}
What dost you mean by this?
Hamlet
30 Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
progress through the guts of a beggar.
King
Where is Polonius?
Hamlet
In heaven, send hither to see,(.) if your messenger
find him not thrre (there), seek him i' th' other place
yourself,(:) but if (indeed,) indeed (if) you find him not
(within) this month, you shall nose him as you go up
the stairs into the lobby.
King
Go seek him there.
Hamlet
He will stay till you come.
+Exeunt Attendants.+
King
40 Hamlet<,> this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done, - must send thee hence{.}
Therefore prepare thyself,
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
45 The associates tend, and every thing is (at) bent
For England.
Hamlet
For England.(?)
King
Ay Hamlet.
Hamlet
Good.
King
50 So is it<,> if thou knew'st our purposes.
Hamlet
I see a cherub that sees the (him),(:) but come<,>
for England,
Farewell dear mother.
King
Thy loving father Hamlet.
Hamlet
My mother,(:) father and mother is man and wife,(:)
55 Man and wife is one flesh, so my mother:(.)
Come<,> for England.
Exit.
King
Follow him at foot,
Tempt him with speed aboard,(:)
Delay it not, I'll have him hence tonight.
Away, for every thing is seai'd and done
60 That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
+Exeunt All but King.+
And England, if my love thou hold'st at ought,
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red<,>
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
65 Pays homage to us,(;) thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process, which imports at full
By letters congruing (coniuring) to that effect
The present death of Hamlet,(.) do it England,
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
70 And thou must cure me;(:) till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will (were) ne<'>er begi(u)n.
Exit.
+SCENE 4+
Enter Fortinbras with his (an) army {over the stage}.
Fortinbras
Go captain, from me greet the Danish king,
Tell him(,) that by his licence<,> Fortinbras
Craves (Claimes) the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom,(.) you know the rendezvous,(:)
5 If that his majesty would ought with us.
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.
Captain
I will do 't<,> my lord.
Fortinbras
Go softly (safely) on.
{Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c.
Hamlet
10 Good sir whose powers are these?
Captain
They are of Norway sir.
Hamlet
How purposed sir I pray you?
Captain
Against some part of Poland.
Hamlet
Who commands them sir?
Captain
15 The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Hamlet
Goes it against the main of Poland sir,
Or for some frontier?
Captain
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
20 That hath in it no profit but the name
To pay five ducats, five I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Hamlet
Why then the Polack never will defend it.
Captain
25 Yes, it is already garrison'd.
Hamlet
Two thousand souls, & twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw,
This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
30 Why the man dies. I humbly thank you sir.
Captain
God buy you sir.
+Exit.+
Rosencrantz
Wil't please you go my lord?
Hamlet
I'll be with you straight, go a little before.
+Exeunt all except Hamlet.+
How all occasions do inform against me,
35 And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed, a beast, no more:
Sure he that made us with such large discourse
Looking before and after, gave us not
40 That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused, now whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom,
45 And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say this thing's to do,
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do 't; examples gross as earth exhort me,
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
50 Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd,
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure,
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
55 Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great,
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake, how stand I then
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
60 Excitements of my reason, and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
65 Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain, o, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!)
Exit.
+SCENE 5+
Enter {Horatio,} Certrard (Queene),
and {a Gentleman}.
Queen
I will not speak with her.
Gentleman (Horatio)
She is importunate,
Indeed distract, her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen
What would she have?
Gentleman (Horatio)
She speaks much of her father,(;) says she hears
5 There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,
Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt<,>
That carry but half sense,(:) her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection,(;) they yawne (aim) at it,
10 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might (would) be thought<,>
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Horatio (Queen)
'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
15 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
+Queen+
Let her come in.
{Enter Ophelia.}
Queen
То my sick soul(,) <(>as sin's true nature is,())
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss,
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
20 It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt.
Ophelia
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?(.)
Queen
How now Ophelia?
Ophelia
{Shee sings.}
How should I your true love know
From another one,(?)
25 By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.
Queen
Alas sweet lady,(:) what imports this song?
Ophelia
Say you,(?) nay, pray you mark,(.)
He is dead & gone lady,
30 He is dead and gone,
{Song.}
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
32a {Oh, ho!}
Queen
Nay but Ophelia.
Ophelia
Pray you, mark.
35 White his shroud as the mountain snow.
{Enter King.)
Queen
Alas<,> look here my lord.
Ophelia
Larded {all} with sweet flowers,(:)
{Song.}
Which bewept to the ground (grave) did not go<,>
With true-love showers.
King
40 How do you<,> pretty lady?
Ophelia
Well, good (God) dild you,(.) they say the owl was
a baker's daughter,(.) Lord, we know what we are,
but know not what we may be. God be at your table.
King
Conceit upon her father.
Ophelia
45 Pray let's have no words of this,(:> but
when they ask you what it means, say you this.(:j
Tomorrow is S+aint+ Valentine's day,
{Song.}
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window<,>
50 To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid,
Never departed more.
King
55 Pretty Ophelia.
Ophelia
Indeed, without an oath I'll make an end on 't,(.)
By Gis<,> and by S(aint) Charity,
Alack<,> and fie for shame,(:)
Young men will do 't, if they come to 't,
60 By cock they are to blame.
Quoth she, Before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed,(:>
{(He answers.)}
So would I a (ha) done by yonder sun<,>
65 And thou hadst not come to my bed.
King
How long hath she been thus (this)?
Ophelia
I hope all will be well,(.) we must be patient, but I
cannot choose but weep<,> to think they would (should)
lay him i' th' cold ground,(:) my brother shall know of
it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come<,>
my coach,(:) God (Good) night ladies,(:) god (good)
night, sweet ladies; god (good) night, god (good) night.
King
73 Follow her close, give her good watch I pray you.(:)
+Exit Horatio.+
О this is the poison of deep grief, it springs
75 All from her father's death,(.) (and now behold,)
О Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrowes come, they come not single spies
But in battalions (Battaliaes):(.) first, her father slain,
Next{,} your son gone; and he most violent author
80 Of his own just remove,(:) the people muddied<,>
Thick and unwholesome in thoughts, and whispers
For good Polonius' death:(;) and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him:(.) poor Ophelia
Divided from herself, and her fair judgment,
85 Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts,(.)
Last, and as much containing as ail these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds (Keepes) on this (his) wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
90 With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear. О ту dear Gertrude, this<,>
Like to a murdering-piece in many places<,>
95 Gives me superfluous death.
A noise within. Enter a Messenger.
Alack, what noise is this?>
{King
Attend,}
Where is (are) my Switzers,(?) let them guard the door,(.)
What is the matter?
Messenger
Save yourself<,> my lord.
100 The ocean {(}overpeering of his list{)}
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head<,>
Overbears your officers:(,) the rabble call him lord,
And as the world were now but to begin,
105 Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
The cry choose we,(?) Laertes shall be king,
Caps, hands, and tongues<,> applaud it to the clouds,
Laertes shall be king, Laertes king.(,)
Queen
110 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.(,)
{A noise within.}
O this is counter you false Danish dogs.
Enter Laertes {with others}.
King
The doors are broke.
Laertes
Where is this (the) king?(,) sirs<?> stand you all without.
Danes
No<,> let's come in.
Laertes
115 I pray you give me leave.
Danes
We will, we will.
Laertes
I thank you,(:) keep the door,(.) о thou vile king.
Give me my father.
Queen
Calmly good Laertes.
Laertes
That drop of blood that{'s} calme proclaims me bastard,(:)
120 Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.
King
What is the cause Laertes<,>
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person,(:)
125 There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will,(.) tell me Laertes<,>
Why thou art thus incensed,(?) let him go Gertrude.
Speak man.
Laertes
130 Where is my father?
King
Dead.
Queen
But not by him.
King
Let him demand his fill.
Laertes
How came he dead,(?) I'll not be juggled with(.)
135 To hell allegiance,(:) vows<,> to the blackest devil,(.)
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit<.>
I dare damnation,(:) to this point I stand.
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes,(:) only I'll be revenged
140 Most thoroughly for my father.
King
Who shall stay you?
Laertes
My will, not all the world{s}:(,)
And for my means<,> I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.
King
Good Laertes,(:)
145 If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father, {is 't} writ in your revenge,(.)
That, soopstake {*}, you will draw both friend and foe<,>
{* swoopstake Ed.}
Winner and loser.
Laertes
None but his enemies,(.)
King
150 Will you know them then?(.)
Laertes
То his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,(:)
And like the kind life-rendering pelican (politician),
Repast them with my blood.
King
Why now you speak
Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
155 That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly(e) in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment 'pear (pierce)
As day does to your eye.
{Enter Ophelia.}
Let her come in.>
Enter Ophelia<.>
Laertes
{Let her come in.}
How now! what noise is that?
160 О heat, dry up my brains, tears seven times salt<,>
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye,(.)
By heaven<,> thy madness shall be paid with (by) weight<,>
Till our scale turn the beam. О rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,(:)
165 О heavens, is t possible<,> a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as {a poore} man's life.(?)
After the thing it loves.>
Ophelia
170 They bore him barefaced on the bier,
{Song.}
And in (on) his grave rained(s) many a tear,
Fare you well my dove.
Laertes
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenges<,>
175 It could not move thus.
Ophelia
You must sing {a}-down a-down, and you call him
a-down-a. О how the wheel becomes it,(?) It is the
false steward that stole his master's daughter.
Laertes
This nothing's more than matter.
Ophelia
180 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance,(.)
pray {you} love remember,(:) and there is pansies
(Paconcies), that's for thoughts.
Laertes
A document in madness, thoughts and remem-
brance fitted.
Ophelia
185 There's fennel for you, and cole(u)mbines,(:)
there's rue for you, & here's some for me,(.) we
may call it {herb of grace} o' Sun-
days,(:) you may (must) wear your rue with a
difference,(.) there's a daisy, I would give you some
violets, but they withered all when my father died,(:)
they say<,> he made a good end.(;)
192 For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Laertes
Thought<,> and affliction{s}, passion, hell itselfo
She turns to favour<,> and to prettiness.
Ophelia
195 And will he not come again,(:)
{Song.}
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.
200 His beard {was} as white as snow,
flaxen was his poll,(:)
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan,
{God a' mercy} on his soul,(.)
205 And of all Christian{'s} souls, God
buy you.
Laertes
Do you this<,> о (you) God?
King
Laertes, I must commune (common) with your grief,
Or you deny me right,(:) go but apart,
210 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me,(;)
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours
215 To you in satisfaction;(.) but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
Laertes
Let this be so.(:)
His means of death, his obscure funeral (buriall),(;)
220 No trophy<,> sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,
Cry to be heard<,> as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call {'t} in question.
King
So you shall, (:)
And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
225 I pray you go with me.
Exeunt.
+SCENE 6+
Enter Horatio {and others} <, with an Attendant>.
Horatio
What are they that would speak with me?
Gentelmen (Ser).
{Seafaring men} sir, they say they have
letters for you.
Horatio
Let them come in.
4 I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted,(:) if not from lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailor{s}.
First Sailor
God bless you sir.
Horatio
Let him bless thee too.
First Sailor
8 He shall sir<,> and (an 't) please him,(.) there's a
letter for you sir, it came (comes) from th'ambas-
sador that was bound for England, if your name
be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
{Horatio}
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give
these fellows some means to the king,(:) they have
letters for him:(.) Ere we were two days old at sea,
a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
chase,(.) finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
a compelled valour,(.) (and) in the grapple I boarded
them,(:) on the instant they got clear of our ship, so
I alone became their prisoner,(.) they have dealt with
me<,> like thieves of mercy, but they knew what
they did,(.) I am to do a turn for them,(.) let
the king have the letters I have sent, and repair thou
to mewith as much speed (hast) as thou wouldst fly
death,(.) I have words to speak in thine (your) ear
will make thee dumb, yet are they much too light
for the bord (bore) of the matter,(.) these good fel-
lows will bring thee where I am,(.) Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern<,> hold their course for England,(.) of
them I have much to tell thee, farewell.
29 So (He) that thou knowest thine<,> Hamlet".
{Hor.}
Come<,> I will you way for these your letters,
And do't the speedier<,> that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.
Exit {Exeunt}.
+SCENE 7+
Enter King and Laertes.
King
Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard<,> and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain<,>
5 Pursued my life.
Laertes
It well appears:(.) but tell me<,>
Why you proceede not against these feats<,>
So criminal (crimefull)<,> and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, {greatness,} wisdom, all things else<,>
You mainly were stirred up.(?)
King
10 O, for two special reasons<,>
Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd,
But (And) yet to me they are strong,{.) the queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks,(:) and for myself,
My virtue or my plague, be it either which,
15 She's so conclive (conjunctive) to my life, and soul,(;)
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere<,>
I could not but by her,(.) the other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,(.)
Is the great love the general gender bear him,
20 Who dipping all his faults in their affection,
Work (Would), like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gives to graces,(.) so that my arrows
Too slightly timber'd for so (loved Armed),
Would have reverted to my bow again,
25 But (And) not where I have (had) aim'd (arm'd) them.
Laertes
And so have I a noble father lost,
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whoisel worth (was), {(}if praises may go back again{)}
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
30 For her perfections,(.) but my revenge will come.
King
Break not your sleeps for that, you must not think
That we are made of stuff, so flat, and dull,
That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime,(.) you shortly shall hear more,
35 I loved your father, and we love ourself,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine.(-)
{Enter a Messenger with letters.}
Messenger
Letters my lord from Hamlet:>
{Messenger}
These (This) to your majesty,(:j this to the queen.
King
40 From Hamlet,(?) who brought them?
Messenger
Sailors my lord they say, I saw them not,(:)
They were given me by Claudio, he received them<.>
{Of him that brought them.}
King
Laertes, you shall hear them: leave us.
+Reads.+
45 High and mighty, you shall know I am set
naked on your kingdom,(.) To-morrow shall I beg leave to
see your kingly eyes,(.) when I shall <(>first asking you
pardon{,} thereunto<)> recount the (th') occasion of my
sudden<, and more strange> return.
{King}
51 What should this mean,(?) are all the rest come back,(?)
Or is it some abuse,(?) and no such thing?
Laertes
Know you the hand?
King
'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked{,}
55 And in a postscript here he says alone,(:)
Can you advise me?
Laertes
I'm lost in it my lord,(;) but let him come,
It warms the very sickness in my heart<,>
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth<;>
60 Thus didest thou.
King
If it be so Laertes,
As how should it be so,(:) how otherwise,
Will you be ruled by me?
Laertes
{Ay my lord,}
So you<'> {wil}l not o'errule me to a peace.(:)
King
To thine own peace,(:) if he be now return'd<,>
65 As {the king} at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it,(;) I will work him
To an exploit{,} now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:(;)
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
70 But even his mother shall uncharge the practise,
And call it accident.(:)
{Laertes
My lord, I will be ruled,
The rather if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
King
It falls right.
75 You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein they say you shine, your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that in my regard
80 Of the unworthiest siege.
Laertes
What part is that, my lord?
King
A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
85 Than settled age, his sables and his weeds
Importing health and graveness;} two months since (hence),
Here was a gentleman of Normandy,(.)
I've seen myself, and served against the French,
And they c(r)an well on horseback,(;) but this gallant
90 Had witchcraft in 't,(;) he grew u(i)nto his seat,
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorpsed{,} and demi-natured
With the brave beast<,> so far he topp'd (past) me (my) thought,
That I in forgery of shapes and tricks<,>
95 Come short of what he did.
Laertes
A Norman was 't?
King
A Norman.
Laertes
Upon my life Lamor(un)d.
King
The very same.
Laertes
I know him well, he is the brooch indeed<,>
And gem of all the (our) nation.
King
100 He made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report<,>
For art and exercise in your defence,(;)
And for your rapier most especial,
That he cried out<,> 'twould be a sight indeed<,>
105 If one could match you{; the scrimers of their nation
He swore had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you opposed them;} sir<.> this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
That he could nothing do but wish and beg<,>
110 Your sudden coming o'er to play with you (him).(;)
Now out of this.
Laertes
What (Why) out of this<,> my lord?
King
Laertes was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
Laertes
Why ask you this?
King
115 Not that I think you did not love your father,
But that I know(,) love is begun by time,(:)
And that I see in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it,(:)
{There lives within the very flame of love
120 A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it,
And nothing is at a like goodness still,
For goodness growing to a pleurisy,
Dies in his own too much, that we would do
We should do when we would: for this would changes,
125 And hath abatements and delays as many,
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents,
And then this should is like a spend thrifts {*} sigh,
{* spendthrift Кв5}
That hurts by easing; but, to the quick o' th' ulcer,}
Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake<,>
130 To show yourself {indeed} your father's son
More than in words?
Laertes
To cut his throat i' th' church.
King
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize,(;)
Revenge should have no bounds: but good Laertes
30 But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed<,>
We must with all our majesty and skill
(Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.)
Both countenance and excuse.
Ho, Guildenstern,(:)
Friends both{,} go join you with some further aid,(:)
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
35 And from his mother{'s} closet
Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel;(.) I pray you haste in this,(.)
Come Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends,
And let them know, both what we mean to do<,:
40 And what's untimely done,(.) +So haply slander,+
{Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter,
As level as the cannon to his blank,
Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name,
And hit the woundless air,} о come away,
45 My soul is full of discord and dismay.
Exeunt.
+SCENE 2+
Enter Hamlet{, Rosencrantz and other}.
Hamlet
Safely stowed.
Hamlet, lord Hamlet.
Hamlet>
{But soft,} what noise,(?) who calls on Hamlet?
О here they come.
Rosencrantz
5 What have you done my lord with the dead body?
Hamlet
Compound
Rosencrantz
Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence,
And bear it to the chapel.
Hamlet
Do not believe it.
Rosencrantz
10 Believe what.(?)
Hamlet
That I can keep your counsel<,> & not mine
own,(.) besides<,> to be demanded of a sponge, what
replication should be made by the son of a king.
Rosencrantz
Take you me for a sponge<,> my lord?
Hamlet
15 Ay sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
rewards, his authorities, <(>but such officers do the
king best service in the end,(.) he keeps them like an
apple (ape) in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to
be last swallowed, when he needs what you have
gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and sponge you shall
be dry again.
Rosencrantz
I understand you not my lord.
Hamlet
I am glad of it,<:> a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Rosencrantz
24 My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and
go with us to the king.
Hamlet
The body is with the king, but the king is not with
the body. The king is a thing.(-)
Guildenstern
A thing my lord.(?)
Hamlet
29 Of nothing,(:) bring me to him.(,)
Exeunt.
+SCENE 3+
Enter King{, and two or three}.
King
I have sent to seek him, and to find the body,(:)
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose,(:)
Yet must not we put the strong law on him,(:)
He's loved of the distracted multitude,
5 Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes,<:>
And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd
But never (neerer) the offence: to bear all smooth<,> and even,
This sudden sending him<,> away must seem
Deliberate pause, diseases desperate grown,
10 By desperate appliance are relieved<,>
Or not at all.
Enter Rosencrantz {and all the rest}.
How now,(?) what hath befall'n?
Rosencrantz
Where the dead body is bestow'd my lord<,>
We cannot get from him.
King
But where is he?
Rosencrantz
Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure.
King
15 Bring him before us.
Rosencrantz
Ho
{They enter.}
King
Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
Hamlet
At supper.
King
At supper,(?) where.(?)
Hamlet
19 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a certain
convocation of (politic) worms are e'en at him:(.) your
worm is your only emperor for diet,(.) we fat all crea-
tures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves (our selfe)
for maggots,(.) your fat king<,> and your lean beggar
is but variable serv(u)ice(,) t{w}o dishes<,> but to one
table{,} that's the end.
{King
26 Alas, alas.
Hamlet
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
king, & eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.)
King{. King}
What dost you mean by this?
Hamlet
30 Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
progress through the guts of a beggar.
King
Where is Polonius?
Hamlet
In heaven, send hither to see,(.) if your messenger
find him not thrre (there), seek him i' th' other place
yourself,(:) but if (indeed,) indeed (if) you find him not
(within) this month, you shall nose him as you go up
the stairs into the lobby.
King
Go seek him there.
Hamlet
He will stay till you come.
+Exeunt Attendants.+
King
40 Hamlet<,> this deed
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done, - must send thee hence{.}
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
45 The associates tend, and every thing is (at) bent
For England.
Hamlet
For England.(?)
King
Ay Hamlet.
Hamlet
Good.
King
50 So is it<,> if thou knew'st our purposes.
Hamlet
I see a cherub that sees the (him),(:) but come<,>
for England,
Farewell dear mother.
King
Thy loving father Hamlet.
Hamlet
My mother,(:) father and mother is man and wife,(:)
55 Man and wife is one flesh,
Come<,> for England.
Exit.
King
Follow him at foot,
Tempt him with speed aboard,(:)
Delay it not, I'll have him hence tonight.
Away, for every thing is seai'd and done
60 That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
+Exeunt All but King.+
And England, if my love thou hold'st at ought,
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red<,>
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
65 Pays homage to us,(;) thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process, which imports at full
By letters congruing (coniuring) to that effect
The present death of Hamlet,(.) do it England,
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
70 And thou must cure me;(:) till I know 'tis done,
Howe'er my haps, my joys will (were) ne<'>er begi(u)n.
Exit.
+SCENE 4+
Enter Fortinbras with his (an) army {over the stage}.
Fortinbras
Go captain, from me greet the Danish king,
Tell him(,) that by his licence<,> Fortinbras
Craves (Claimes) the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom,(.) you know the rendezvous,(:)
5 If that his majesty would ought with us.
We shall express our duty in his eye,
And let him know so.
Captain
I will do 't<,> my lord.
Fortinbras
Go softly (safely) on.
{Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c.
Hamlet
10 Good sir whose powers are these?
Captain
They are of Norway sir.
Hamlet
How purposed sir I pray you?
Captain
Against some part of Poland.
Hamlet
Who commands them sir?
Captain
15 The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Hamlet
Goes it against the main of Poland sir,
Or for some frontier?
Captain
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
20 That hath in it no profit but the name
To pay five ducats, five I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Hamlet
Why then the Polack never will defend it.
Captain
25 Yes, it is already garrison'd.
Hamlet
Two thousand souls, & twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw,
This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
30 Why the man dies. I humbly thank you sir.
Captain
God buy you sir.
+Exit.+
Rosencrantz
Wil't please you go my lord?
Hamlet
I'll be with you straight, go a little before.
+Exeunt all except Hamlet.+
How all occasions do inform against me,
35 And spur my dull revenge. What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed, a beast, no more:
Sure he that made us with such large discourse
Looking before and after, gave us not
40 That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused, now whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom,
45 And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say this thing's to do,
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do 't; examples gross as earth exhort me,
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
50 Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd,
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure,
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
55 Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great,
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake, how stand I then
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
60 Excitements of my reason, and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
65 Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain, o, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!)
Exit.
+SCENE 5+
Enter {Horatio,} Certrard (Queene),
and {a Gentleman}
Queen
I will not speak with her.
Gentleman (Horatio)
She is importunate,
Indeed distract, her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen
What would she have?
Gentleman (Horatio)
She speaks much of her father,(;) says she hears
5 There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart,
Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt<,>
That carry but half sense,(:) her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
The hearers to collection,(;) they yawne (aim) at it,
10 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts,
Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might (would) be thought<,>
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Horatio (Queen)
'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
15 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
+Queen+
Let her come in.
{Enter Ophelia.}
Queen
То my sick soul(,) <(>as sin's true nature is,())
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss,
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
20 It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt.
Ophelia
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?(.)
Queen
How now Ophelia?
Ophelia
{Shee sings.}
How should I your true love know
From another one,(?)
25 By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.
Queen
Alas sweet lady,(:) what imports this song?
Ophelia
Say you,(?) nay, pray you mark,(.)
He is dead & gone lady,
30 He is dead and gone,
{Song.}
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
32a {Oh, ho!}
Queen
Nay but Ophelia.
Ophelia
Pray you, mark.
35 White his shroud as the mountain snow.
{Enter King.)
Queen
Alas<,> look here my lord.
Ophelia
Larded {all} with sweet flowers,(:)
{Song.}
Which bewept to the ground (grave) did not go<,>
With true-love showers.
King
40 How do you<,> pretty lady?
Ophelia
Well, good (God) dild you,(.) they say the owl was
a baker's daughter,(.) Lord, we know what we are,
but know not what we may be. God be at your table.
King
Conceit upon her father.
Ophelia
45 Pray
when they ask you what it means, say you this.(:j
Tomorrow is S+aint+ Valentine's day,
{Song.}
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window<,>
50 To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid,
Never departed more.
King
55 Pretty Ophelia.
Ophelia
Indeed,
By Gis<,> and by S(aint) Charity,
Alack<,> and fie for shame,(:)
Young men will do 't, if they come to 't,
60 By cock they are to blame.
Quoth she, Before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed,(:>
{(He answers.)}
So would I a (ha) done by yonder sun<,>
65 And thou hadst not come to my bed.
King
How long hath she been thus (this)?
Ophelia
I hope all will be well,(.) we must be patient, but I
cannot choose but weep<,> to think they would (should)
lay him i' th' cold ground,(:) my brother shall know of
it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come<,>
my coach,(:) God (Good) night ladies,(:) god (good)
night, sweet ladies; god (good) night, god (good) night.
King
73 Follow her close, give her good watch I pray you.(:)
+Exit Horatio.+
О this is the poison of deep grief, it springs
75 All from her father's death,(.) (and now behold,)
О Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrowes come
But in battalions (Battaliaes):(.) first, her father slain,
Next{,} your son gone; and he most violent author
80 Of his own just remove,(:) the people muddied<,>
Thick and unwholesome in
For good Polonius' death:(;) and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him:(.) poor Ophelia
Divided from herself, and her fair judgment,
85 Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts,(.)
Last, and as much containing as ail these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds (Keepes) on this (his) wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
90 With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity of matter beggar'd,
Will nothing stick our person
In ear and ear. О ту dear Gertrude, this<,>
Like to a murdering-piece in many places<,>
95 Gives me superfluous death.
A noise within. Enter a Messenger.
Alack, what noise is this?>
{King
Attend,}
Where is (are) my Switzers,(?) let them guard the door,(.)
What is the matter?
Messenger
Save yourself<,> my lord.
100 The ocean {(}overpeering of his list{)}
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head<,>
Overbears your officers:(,) the rabble call him lord,
And as the world were now but to begin,
105 Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
The
Caps, hands, and tongues<,> applaud it to the clouds,
Laertes shall be king, Laertes king.(,)
Queen
110 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.(,)
{A noise within.}
O this is counter you false Danish dogs.
Enter Laertes {with others}.
King
The doors are broke.
Laertes
Where is this (the) king?(,) sirs<?> stand you all without.
Danes
No<,> let's come in.
Laertes
115 I pray you give me leave.
Danes
We will, we will.
Laertes
I thank you,(:) keep the door,(.) о thou vile king.
Give me my father.
Queen
Calmly good Laertes.
Laertes
That drop of blood that{'s} calme
120 Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.
King
What is the cause Laertes<,>
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person,(:)
125 There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will,(.) tell me Laertes<,>
Why thou art thus incensed,(?) let him go Gertrude.
Speak man.
Laertes
130 Where is my father?
King
Dead.
Queen
But not by him.
King
Let him demand his fill.
Laertes
How came he dead,(?) I'll not be juggled with(.)
135 To hell allegiance,(:) vows<,> to the blackest devil,(.)
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit<.>
I dare damnation,(:) to this point I stand.
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes,(:) only I'll be revenged
140 Most thoroughly for my father.
King
Who shall stay you?
Laertes
My will, not all the world{s}:(,)
And for my means<,> I'll husband them so well,
They shall go far with little.
King
Good Laertes,(:)
145 If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father
That, soopstake {*}, you will draw both friend and foe<,>
{* swoopstake Ed.}
Winner and loser.
Laertes
None but his enemies,(.)
King
150 Will you know them then?(.)
Laertes
То his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,(:)
And like the kind life-rendering pelican (politician),
Repast them with my blood.
King
Why now you speak
Like a good child, and a true gentleman.
155 That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensibly(e) in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgment 'pear (pierce)
As day does to your eye.
{Enter Ophelia.}
Let her come in.>
Enter Ophelia<.>
Laertes
{Let her come in.}
How now! what noise is that?
160 О heat, dry up my brains, tears seven times salt<,>
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye,(.)
By heaven<,> thy madness shall be paid with (by) weight<,>
Till our scale turn
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,(:)
165 О heavens, is t possible<,> a young maid's wits
Should be as mortal as {a poore}
After the thing it loves.>
Ophelia
170 They bore him barefaced on the bier,
{Song.}
And in (on) his grave rained(s) many a tear,
Fare you well my dove.
Laertes
Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenges<,>
175 It could not move thus.
Ophelia
You must sing {a}-down a-down, and you call him
a-down-a. О how the wheel becomes it,(?) It is the
false steward that stole his master's daughter.
Laertes
This nothing's more than matter.
Ophelia
180 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance,(.)
pray {you} love remember,(:) and there is pansies
(Paconcies), that's for thoughts.
Laertes
A document in madness, thoughts and remem-
brance fitted.
Ophelia
185 There's fennel for you, and cole(u)mbines,(:)
there's rue for you, & here's some for me,(.) we
may call it {herb of grace}
days,(:)
difference,(.) there's a daisy, I would give you some
violets, but they withered all when my father died,(:)
they say<,> he made a good end.(;)
192 For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Laertes
Thought<,> and affliction{s}, passion, hell itselfo
She turns to favour<,> and to prettiness.
Ophelia
195 And will he not come again,(:)
{Song.}
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.
200 His beard {was} as white as snow,
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan,
{God a' mercy}
205 And of all Christian{'s} souls, God
buy you.
Laertes
Do you
King
Laertes, I must commune (common) with your grief,
Or you deny me right,(:) go but apart,
210 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me,(;)
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours
215 To you in satisfaction;(.) but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
Laertes
Let this be so.(:)
His means of death, his obscure funeral (buriall),(;)
220 No trophy<,> sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite, nor formal ostentation,
Cry to be heard<,> as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call {'t} in question.
King
So you shall, (:)
And where the offence is, let the great axe fall.
225 I pray you go with me.
Exeunt.
+SCENE 6+
Enter Horatio {and others} <, with an Attendant>.
Horatio
What are they that would speak with me?
Gentelmen (Ser).
{Seafaring men}
letters for you.
Horatio
Let them come in.
4 I do not know from what part of the world
I should be greeted,(:) if not from lord Hamlet.
Enter Sailor{s}.
First Sailor
God bless you sir.
Horatio
Let him bless thee too.
First Sailor
8 He shall sir<,> and (an 't) please him,(.) there's a
letter for you sir, it came (comes) from th'ambas-
sador
be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
{Horatio}
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give
these fellows some means to the king,(:) they have
letters for him:(.) Ere we were two days old at sea,
a pirate of very warli
chase,(.) finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
a compelled valour,(.) (and) in the grapple I boarded
them,(:) on the instant they got clear of our ship, so
I alone became their prisoner,(.) they have dealt with
me<,> like thieves of mercy, but they knew what
they did,(.) I am to do a
the king have the letters I have sent, and repair thou
to mewith as much speed (hast) as thou wouldst fly
death,(.) I have words to speak in thine (your) ear
will make thee dumb, yet are they much too light
for the bord (bore) of the matter,(.) these good fel-
lows will bring thee where I am,(.) Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern<,> hold their course for England,(.) of
them I have much to tell thee, farewell.
29 So (He) that thou knowest thine<,> Hamlet".
{Hor.}
Come<,> I will
And do't the speedier<,> that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.
Exit {Exeunt}.
+SCENE 7+
Enter King and Laertes.
King
Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard<,> and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain<,>
5 Pursued my life.
Laertes
It well appears:(.) but tell me<,>
Why you proceede
So criminal (crimefull)<,> and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, {greatness,} wisdom, all things else<,>
You mainly were stirred up.(?)
King
10 O, for two special reasons<,>
Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd,
But (And) yet to me they are strong,{.) the queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks,(:) and for myself,
My virtue or my plague, be it either which,
15 She's so conclive (conjunctive) to my life, and soul,(;)
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere<,>
I could not but by her,(.) the other motive,
Why to a public count I might not go,(.)
Is the great love the general gender bear him,
20 Who dipping all his faults in their affection,
Work (Would), like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his gives to graces,(.) so that my arrows
Too slightly timber'd for so (loved Armed)
Would have reverted to my bow again,
25 But (And) not where I have (had) aim'd (arm'd) them.
Laertes
And so have I a noble father lost,
A sister driven into desperate terms,
Whoisel worth (was), {(}if praises may go back again{)}
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
30 For her perfections,(.) but my revenge will come.
King
Break not your sleeps for that, you must not think
That we are made of stuff, so flat, and dull,
That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime,(.) you shortly shall hear more,
35 I loved your father, and we love ourself,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine.(-)
{Enter a Messenger with letters.}
Messenger
Letters my lord from Hamlet:>
{Messenger}
These (This) to your majesty,(:j this to the queen.
King
40 From Hamlet,(?) who brought them?
Messenger
Sailors my lord they say, I saw them not,(:)
They were given me by Claudio, he received them<.>
{Of him that brought them.}
King
Laertes, you shall hear them: leave us.
+Reads.+
45 High and mighty, you shall know I am set
naked on your kingdom,(.) To-morrow shall I beg leave to
see your kingly eyes,(.) when I shall <(>first asking you
pardon{,} thereunto<)> recount the (th') occasion
sudden<, and more strange> return.
{King}
51 What should this mean,(?) are all the rest come back,(?)
Or is it some abuse,(?) and no such thing?
Laertes
Know you the hand?
King
'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked{,}
55 And in a postscript here he says alone,(:)
Can you advise me?
Laertes
I'm lost in it my lord,(;) but let him come,
It warms the very sickness in my heart<,>
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth<;>
60 Thus didest thou.
King
If it be so Laertes,
As how should it be so,(:) how otherwise,
Will you be ruled by me?
Laertes
{Ay my lord,}
King
To thine own peace,(:) if he be now return'd<,>
65 As {the king}
No more to undertake it,(;) I will work him
To an exploit{,} now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall:(;)
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
70 But even his mother shall uncharge the practise,
And call it accident.(:)
{Laertes
My lord, I will be ruled,
The rather if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
King
It falls right.
75 You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
Wherein they say you shine, your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that in my regard
80 Of the unworthiest siege.
Laertes
What part is that, my lord?
King
A very riband in the cap of youth,
Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
85 Than settled age, his sables and his weeds
Importing health and graveness;} two months since (hence),
Here was a gentleman of Normandy,(.)
I've seen myself, and served against the French,
And they c(r)an well on horseback,(;) but this gallant
90 Had witchcraft in 't,(;) he grew u(i)nto his seat,
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
As he had been incorpsed{,} and demi-natured
With the brave beast<,> so far he topp'd (past) me (my) thought,
That I in forgery of shapes and tricks<,>
95 Come short of what he did.
Laertes
A Norman was 't?
King
A Norman.
Laertes
Upon my life Lamor(un)d.
King
The very same.
Laertes
I know him well, he is the brooch indeed<,>
And gem of all the (our) nation.
King
100 He made confession of you,
And gave you such a masterly report<,>
For art and exercise in your defence,(;)
And for your rapier most especial
That he cried out<,> 'twould be a sight indeed<,>
105 If one could match you{; the scrimers of their nation
He swore had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
If you opposed them;} sir<.> this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy,
That he could nothing do but wish and beg<,>
110 Your sudden coming o'er to play with you (him).(;)
Now out of this.
Laertes
What (Why) out of this<,> my lord?
King
Laertes was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
Laertes
Why ask you this?
King
115 Not that I think you did not love your father,
But that I know(,) love is begun by time,(:)
And that I see in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it,(:)
{There lives within the very flame of love
120 A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it,
And nothing is at a like goodness still,
For goodness growing to a pleurisy,
Dies in his own too much, that we would do
We should do when we would: for this would changes,
125 And hath abatements and delays as many,
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents,
And then this should is like a spend thrifts {*} sigh,
{* spendthrift Кв5}
That hurts by easing; but, to the quick o' th' ulcer,}
Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake<,>
130 To show yourself {indeed} your father's son
More than in words?
Laertes
To cut his throat i' th' church.
King
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize,(;)
Revenge should have no bounds: but good Laertes