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twg_000000016800 | my lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. POLONIUS. My lord, I will use them according to their desert. HAMLET. Gods bodikin, man, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016801 | better. Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. POLONIUS. Come, sirs. HAMLET. Follow him, friends. Well hear a play tomorrow. [_Exeunt Polonius with all the Players but the First._] Dost thou hear me, old | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016802 | friend? Can you play _The Murder of Gonzago_? FIRST PLAYER. Ay, my lord. HAMLET. Well hat tomorrow night. You could for a need study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert int, could you not? FIRST PLAYER. Ay, my lord. HAMLET. Very well. Follow that lord, and look you mock him not. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016803 | [_Exit First Player._] [_To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern_] My good friends, Ill leave you till night. You are welcome to Elsinore. ROSENCRANTZ. Good my lord. [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._] HAMLET. Ay, so, God b wi ye. Now I am alone. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016804 | in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wand; Tears in his eyes, distraction ins aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba? Whats Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016805 | for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016806 | rascal, peak Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing. No, not for a king Upon whose property and most dear life A damnd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016807 | i th throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liverd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slaves offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! Oh vengeance! Why, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016808 | what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murderd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words And fall a-cursing like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upont! Foh! About, my brain! I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016809 | Have by the very cunning of the scene, Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaimd their malefactions. For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Ill have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle. Ill observe his looks; Ill tent him to the quick. If | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016810 | he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil, and the devil hath power Tassume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. Ill have grounds More relative than this. The plays the thing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016811 | Wherein Ill catch the conscience of the King. [_Exit._] ACT III SCENE I. A room in the Castle. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. KING. And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? ROSENCRANTZ. He does | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016812 | confess he feels himself distracted, But from what cause he will by no means speak. GUILDENSTERN. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. QUEEN. Did he receive you well? ROSENCRANTZ. Most like a gentleman. GUILDENSTERN. But with much | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016813 | forcing of his disposition. ROSENCRANTZ. Niggard of question, but of our demands, Most free in his reply. QUEEN. Did you assay him to any pastime? ROSENCRANTZ. Madam, it so fell out that certain players We oer-raught on the way. Of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it. They are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016814 | about the court, And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him. POLONIUS. Tis most true; And he beseechd me to entreat your Majesties To hear and see the matter. KING. With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclind. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016815 | his purpose on to these delights. ROSENCRANTZ. We shall, my lord. [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._] KING. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too, For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he, as twere by accident, may here Affront Ophelia. Her father and myself, lawful espials, Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen, We may of their encounter frankly judge, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016816 | gather by him, as he is behavd, Ift be thaffliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for. QUEEN. I shall obey you. And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlets wildness: so shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016817 | your honours. OPHELIA. Madam, I wish it may. [_Exit Queen._] POLONIUS. Ophelia, walk you here.Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves.[_To Ophelia._] Read on this book, That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness.We are oft to blame in this, Tis too much provd, that with devotions visage And pious action we do sugar oer The devil | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016818 | himself. KING. [_Aside._] O tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlots cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burden! POLONIUS. I hear him coming. Lets withdraw, my lord. [_Exeunt King and Polonius._] Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016819 | Hamlet. HAMLET. To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To dieto sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016820 | shocks That flesh is heir to: tis a consummation Devoutly to be wishd. To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dreamay, theres the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. Theres the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016821 | bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely, The pangs of disprizd love, the laws delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016822 | But that the dread of something after death, The undiscoverd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied oer with the pale cast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016823 | of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins rememberd. OPHELIA. Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? HAMLET. I humbly thank you; well, well, well. OPHELIA. My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016824 | lord, I have remembrances of yours That I have longed long to re-deliver. I pray you, now receive them. HAMLET. No, not I. I never gave you aught. OPHELIA. My honourd lord, you know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath composd As made the things more rich; their perfume lost, Take these again; for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016825 | to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. HAMLET. Ha, ha! Are you honest? OPHELIA. My lord? HAMLET. Are you fair? OPHELIA. What means your lordship? HAMLET. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. OPHELIA. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016826 | honesty? HAMLET. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. OPHELIA. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. HAMLET. You should | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016827 | not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not. OPHELIA. I was the more deceived. HAMLET. Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016828 | my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us. Go thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016829 | ways to a nunnery. Wheres your father? OPHELIA. At home, my lord. HAMLET. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but ins own house. Farewell. OPHELIA. O help him, you sweet heavens! HAMLET. If thou dost marry, Ill give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016830 | as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too. Farewell. OPHELIA. O heavenly powers, restore him! HAMLET. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016831 | hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname Gods creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, Ill no more ont, it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016832 | as they are. To a nunnery, go. [_Exit._] OPHELIA. O, what a noble mind is here oerthrown! The courtiers, soldiers, scholars, eye, tongue, sword, Thexpectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Thobservd of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suckd the honey of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016833 | his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh, That unmatchd form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy. O woe is me, Thave seen what I have seen, see what I see. Enter King and Polonius. KING. Love? His affections do not that way tend, Nor what | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016834 | he spake, though it lackd form a little, Was not like madness. Theres something in his soul Oer which his melancholy sits on brood, And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger, which for to prevent, I have in quick determination Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England For the demand of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016835 | our neglected tribute: Haply the seas and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This something settled matter in his heart, Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you ont? POLONIUS. It shall do well. But yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love. How now, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016836 | Ophelia? You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said, We heard it all. My lord, do as you please, But if you hold it fit, after the play, Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief, let her be round with him, And Ill be placd, so please you, in the ear Of all their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016837 | conference. If she find him not, To England send him; or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think. KING. It shall be so. Madness in great ones must not unwatchd go. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. A hall in the Castle. Enter Hamlet and certain Players. HAMLET. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016838 | the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016839 | may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for oerdoing Termagant. It out-Herods Herod. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016840 | Pray you avoid it. FIRST PLAYER. I warrant your honour. HAMLET. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you oerstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016841 | at the first and now, was and is, to hold as twere the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016842 | censure of the which one must in your allowance oerweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I have seen playand heard others praise, and that highlynot to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016843 | Natures journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. FIRST PLAYER. I hope we have reformd that indifferently with us, sir. HAMLET. O reform it altogether. And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them. For there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016844 | some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the meantime some necessary question of the play be then to be considered. Thats villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go make you ready. [_Exeunt Players._] Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. How now, my lord? Will the King hear this piece of work? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016845 | POLONIUS. And the Queen too, and that presently. HAMLET. Bid the players make haste. [_Exit Polonius._] Will you two help to hasten them? ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. We will, my lord. [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._] HAMLET. What ho, Horatio! Enter Horatio. HORATIO. Here, sweet lord, at your service. HAMLET. Horatio, thou art een as just a man As eer my conversation | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016846 | copd withal. HORATIO. O my dear lord. HAMLET. Nay, do not think I flatter; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatterd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016847 | follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seald thee for herself. For thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, A man that Fortunes buffets and rewards Hast taen with equal thanks. And blesd are those Whose blood and judgement are so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016848 | well co-mingled That they are not a pipe for Fortunes finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passions slave, and I will wear him In my hearts core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this. There is a play tonight before the King. One scene | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016849 | of it comes near the circumstance Which I have told thee, of my fathers death. I prythee, when thou seest that act a-foot, Even with the very comment of thy soul Observe mine uncle. If his occulted guilt Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen; And my imaginations are as foul | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016850 | As Vulcans stithy. Give him heedful note; For I mine eyes will rivet to his face; And after we will both our judgements join In censure of his seeming. HORATIO. Well, my lord. If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, And scape detecting, I will pay the theft. HAMLET. They are coming to the play. I must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016851 | be idle. Get you a place. Danish march. A flourish. Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern and others. KING. How fares our cousin Hamlet? HAMLET. Excellent, i faith; of the chameleons dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. KING. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words are not mine. HAMLET. No, nor mine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016852 | now. [_To Polonius._] My lord, you playd once i thuniversity, you say? POLONIUS. That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor. HAMLET. What did you enact? POLONIUS. I did enact Julius Caesar. I was killd i th Capitol. Brutus killed me. HAMLET. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016853 | the players ready? ROSENCRANTZ. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. QUEEN. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. HAMLET. No, good mother, heres metal more attractive. POLONIUS. [_To the King._] O ho! do you mark that? HAMLET. Lady, shall I lie in your lap? [_Lying down at Ophelias feet._] OPHELIA. No, my lord. HAMLET. I mean, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016854 | head upon your lap? OPHELIA. Ay, my lord. HAMLET. Do you think I meant country matters? OPHELIA. I think nothing, my lord. HAMLET. Thats a fair thought to lie between maids legs. OPHELIA. What is, my lord? HAMLET. Nothing. OPHELIA. You are merry, my lord. HAMLET. Who, I? OPHELIA. Ay, my lord. HAMLET. O God, your only jig-maker! What should | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016855 | a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died withins two hours. OPHELIA. Nay, tis twice two months, my lord. HAMLET. So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for Ill have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then theres hope a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016856 | great mans memory may outlive his life half a year. But byr lady, he must build churches then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is For, O, for O, the hobby-horse is forgot! Trumpets sound. The dumb show enters. _Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing him and he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016857 | her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck. Lays him down upon a bank of flowers. She, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison in the Kings ears, and exits. The Queen returns, finds the King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016858 | dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The Poisoner woos the Queen with gifts. She seems loth and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts his love._ [_Exeunt._] OPHELIA. What means this, my lord? HAMLET. Marry, this is miching mallicho; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016859 | it means mischief. OPHELIA. Belike this show imports the argument of the play. Enter Prologue. HAMLET. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; theyll tell all. OPHELIA. Will they tell us what this show meant? HAMLET. Ay, or any show that youll show him. Be not you ashamed to show, hell not shame to tell you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016860 | what it means. OPHELIA. You are naught, you are naught: Ill mark the play. PROLOGUE. _For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently._ HAMLET. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? OPHELIA. Tis brief, my lord. HAMLET. As womans love. Enter a King and a Queen. PLAYER KING. Full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016861 | thirty times hath Phoebus cart gone round Neptunes salt wash and Tellus orbed ground, And thirty dozen moons with borrowd sheen About the world have times twelve thirties been, Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual in most sacred bands. PLAYER QUEEN. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count oer ere | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016862 | love be done. But, woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer and from your former state, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: For womens fear and love holds quantity, In neither aught, or in extremity. Now what my love is, proof hath made you know, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016863 | And as my love is sizd, my fear is so. 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 functions leave to do: And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, Honourd, belovd, and haply | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016864 | one as kind For husband shalt thou PLAYER QUEEN. O 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 killd the first. HAMLET. [_Aside._] Wormwood, wormwood. PLAYER QUEEN. The instances that second marriage move Are base respects of thrift, but none of love. A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016865 | second time I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed. PLAYER KING. 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, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, But fall unshaken when they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016866 | 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. The violence of either grief or joy Their own enactures with themselves destroy. Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. This world | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016867 | is not for aye; nor tis not strange 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 favourite flies, The poor advancd makes friends of enemies; And hitherto doth love on fortune tend: For who not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016868 | 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, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016869 | die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. PLAYER QUEEN. 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, An anchors cheer in prison be my scope, Each opposite that blanks the face of joy, Meet what I would have well, and it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016870 | destroy! Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If, once a widow, ever I be wife. HAMLET. [_To Ophelia._] If she should break it now. PLAYER KING. Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile. My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep. [_Sleeps._] PLAYER QUEEN. Sleep rock thy brain, And never come | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016871 | mischance between us twain. [_Exit._] HAMLET. Madam, how like you this play? QUEEN. The lady protests too much, methinks. HAMLET. O, but shell keep her word. KING. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence int? HAMLET. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i th world. KING. What do you call the play? HAMLET. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016872 | _The Mousetrap._ Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna. Gonzago is the Dukes name, his wife Baptista: you shall see anon; tis a knavish piece of work: but what o that? Your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the galld jade wince; our withers are unwrung. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016873 | Lucianus. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the King. OPHELIA. You are a good chorus, my lord. HAMLET. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying. OPHELIA. 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016874 | So you mistake your husbands.Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. LUCIANUS. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing, Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecates ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016875 | usurp immediately. [_Pours the poison into the sleepers ears._] HAMLET. He poisons him i thgarden fors estate. His names Gonzago. The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzagos wife. OPHELIA. The King rises. HAMLET. What, frighted with false fire? QUEEN. How fares my lord? POLONIUS. Give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016876 | oer the play. KING. Give me some light. Away. All. Lights, lights, lights. [_Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio._] HAMLET. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep, So runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers, if the rest of my fortunes turn | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016877 | Turk with me; with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir? HORATIO. Half a share. HAMLET. A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself, and now reigns here A very, verypajock. HORATIO. You might have rhymed. HAMLET. O good Horatio, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016878 | Ill take the ghosts 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. Ah, ha! Come, some music. Come, the recorders. For if the king like not the comedy, Why then, belike he likes it not, perdie. Come, some music. Enter Rosencrantz | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016879 | and Guildenstern. GUILDENSTERN. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. HAMLET. Sir, a whole history. GUILDENSTERN. The King, sir HAMLET. Ay, sir, what of him? GUILDENSTERN. Is in his retirement, marvellous distempered. HAMLET. With drink, sir? GUILDENSTERN. No, my lord; rather with choler. HAMLET. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the doctor, for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016880 | me to put him to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far more choler. GUILDENSTERN. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. HAMLET. I am tame, sir, pronounce. GUILDENSTERN. The Queen your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. HAMLET. You are welcome. GUILDENSTERN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016881 | 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 mothers commandment; if not, your pardon and my return shall be the end of my business. HAMLET. Sir, I cannot. GUILDENSTERN. What, my lord? HAMLET. Make you a wholesome answer. My wits diseased. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016882 | 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. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. HAMLET. O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no sequel at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016883 | heels of this mothers admiration? ROSENCRANTZ. 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. And so I do still, by these pickers and stealers. ROSENCRANTZ. Good my lord, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016884 | what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty if you deny your griefs to your friend. HAMLET. Sir, I lack advancement. ROSENCRANTZ. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself for your succession in Denmark? HAMLET. Ay, sir, but while the grass growsthe proverb is something musty. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016885 | Re-enter the Players with recorders. O, the recorders. Let me see one.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. I do not well understand that. Will you play | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016886 | upon this pipe? GUILDENSTERN. My lord, I cannot. HAMLET. I pray you. GUILDENSTERN. Believe me, I cannot. HAMLET. I do beseech you. GUILDENSTERN. I know no touch of it, my lord. HAMLET. Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016887 | these are the stops. GUILDENSTERN. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016888 | lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Enter Polonius. God bless you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016889 | sir. POLONIUS. My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently. HAMLET. Do you see yonder cloud thats almost in shape of a camel? POLONIUS. By the mass, and tis like a camel indeed. HAMLET. Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS. It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET. Or like a whale. POLONIUS. Very like a whale. HAMLET. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016890 | Then will I come to my mother by and by.They fool me to the top of my bent.I will come by and by. POLONIUS. I will say so. [_Exit._] HAMLET. By and by is easily said. Leave me, friends. [_Exeunt all but Hamlet._] Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016891 | to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. Soft now, to my mother. O 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 daggers to her, but use none; My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016892 | tongue and soul in this be hypocrites. How in my words somever she be shent, To give them seals never, my soul, consent. [_Exit._] SCENE III. A room in the Castle. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016893 | dispatch, And he to England shall along with you. The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies. GUILDENSTERN. We will ourselves provide. Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your Majesty. ROSENCRANTZ. The single and peculiar | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016894 | 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 depend and rest The lives of many. The cease of majesty Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw Whats near it with it. It is a massy wheel Fixd on the summit of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016895 | the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortisd and adjoind; which when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boistrous ruin. Never alone Did the King sigh, but with a general groan. KING. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Which now goes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016896 | too free-footed. ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. We will haste us. [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._] Enter Polonius. POLONIUS. My lord, hes going to his mothers closet. Behind the arras Ill convey myself To hear the process. Ill warrant shell tax him home, And as you said, and wisely was it said, Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016897 | makes them partial, should oerhear The speech of vantage. Fare you well, my liege, Ill call upon you ere you go to bed, And tell you what I know. KING. Thanks, dear my lord. [_Exit Polonius._] O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upont, A brothers murder! Pray can I not, Though | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016898 | inclination be as sharp as will: 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 brothers blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016899 | Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence? And whats in prayer but this twofold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall, Or pardond being down? Then Ill 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
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