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twg_000000016900 | possessd Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardond and retain thoffence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offences gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But tis not so above; There is no shuffling, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016901 | there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compelld Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. What then? What rests? Try what repentance can. What can it not? Yet what can it, when one cannot repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016902 | free, Art more engagd! Help, angels! Make assay: Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe. All may be well. [_Retires and kneels._] Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying. And now Ill dot. And so he goes to heaven; And so am I revengd. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016903 | That would be scannd: A villain kills my father, and for that I, his sole son, do this same villain send To heaven. O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. He took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven? But in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016904 | our circumstance and course of thought, Tis heavy with him. And am I then revengd, To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and seasond for his passage? No. Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage, Or in thincestuous pleasure of his bed, At | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016905 | gaming, swearing; or about some act That has no relish of salvation int, Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damnd and black As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays. This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [_Exit._] The King rises and advances. KING. My words fly up, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016906 | thoughts remain below. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Another room in the Castle. Enter 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 screend and stood between Much heat and him. Ill silence me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016907 | een here. Pray you be round with him. HAMLET. [_Within._] Mother, mother, mother. QUEEN. Ill warrant you, Fear me not. Withdraw, I hear him coming. [_Polonius goes behind the arras._] Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Now, mother, whats the matter? QUEEN. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. HAMLET. Mother, you have my father much offended. QUEEN. Come, come, you answer with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016908 | an idle tongue. HAMLET. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. QUEEN. Why, how now, Hamlet? HAMLET. Whats the matter now? QUEEN. Have you forgot me? HAMLET. No, by the rood, not so. You are the Queen, your husbands brothers wife, And, would it were not so. You are my mother. QUEEN. Nay, then Ill set those to you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016909 | that can speak. HAMLET. Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge. You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. QUEEN. What wilt thou do? Thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho! POLONIUS. [_Behind._] What, ho! help, help, help! HAMLET. How now? A rat? [_Draws._] Dead | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016910 | for a ducat, dead! [_Makes a pass through the arras._] POLONIUS. [_Behind._] O, I am slain! [_Falls and dies._] QUEEN. O me, what hast thou done? HAMLET. Nay, I know not. Is it the King? [_Draws forth Polonius._] QUEEN. O what a rash and bloody deed is this! HAMLET. A bloody deed. Almost as bad, good mother, As kill a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016911 | king and marry with his brother. QUEEN. As kill a king? HAMLET. Ay, lady, twas my word. [_To Polonius._] Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune, Thou findst to be too busy is some danger. Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down, And let me wring your heart, for so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016912 | I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff; If damned custom have not brazd it so, That it is proof and bulwark against sense. QUEEN. What have I done, that thou darst 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016913 | rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets 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. Heavens face doth glow, Yea this solidity and compound mass, With tristful visage, as against the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016914 | doom, Is thought-sick at the act. QUEEN. Ay me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? HAMLET. Look here upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow, Hyperions curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016915 | station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-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. This was your husband. Look you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewd ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016916 | on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it love; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, its humble, And waits upon the judgement: and what judgement Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have, Else could you not have motion; but sure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016917 | that sense Is apoplexd, for madness would not err Nor sense to ecstacy was neer so thralld But it reservd some quantity of choice To serve in such a difference. What devil wast That thus hath cozend you at hoodman-blind? Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016918 | one true sense Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matrons 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 burn, And reason panders will. QUEEN. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016919 | Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turnst mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. HAMLET. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stewd in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty. QUEEN. O speak to me no more; These words | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016920 | like daggers enter in mine ears; No more, sweet Hamlet. HAMLET. A murderer and a villain; A slave that is not twentieth part the 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 And put it in his pocket! QUEEN. No more. HAMLET. A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016921 | king of shreds and patches! Enter Ghost. Save me and hover oer me with your wings, You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure? QUEEN. Alas, hes mad. HAMLET. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, lapsd in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command? O say! GHOST. Do not forget. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016922 | This visitation 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. Alas, how ist with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with the incorporal | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016923 | air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Start up and stand an end. O 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016924 | he glares, His form and cause conjoind, 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. To whom do you speak this? HAMLET. Do you see nothing there? QUEEN. Nothing at all; yet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016925 | all that is I see. HAMLET. Nor did you nothing hear? QUEEN. No, nothing but ourselves. HAMLET. Why, look you there! look how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he livd! 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016926 | very cunning in. HAMLET. Ecstasy! My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utterd. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016927 | my madness speaks. It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven, Repent whats past, avoid what is to come; And do not spread the compost on the weeds, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016928 | of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. QUEEN. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. HAMLET. O throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night. But go not to mine uncles bed. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016929 | monster custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits evil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on. Refrain tonight, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence. The next more easy; For use almost can change the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016930 | stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. Once more, good night, And when you are desirous to be blesd, Ill blessing beg of you. For this same lord [_Pointing to Polonius._] I do repent; but heaven hath pleasd it so, To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016931 | 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: 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016932 | bloat King tempt you again to bed, Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse, And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damnd fingers, Make you to ravel all this matter out, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. Twere good you let him know, For | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016933 | who thats 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 houses top, Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the basket creep And break your own neck | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016934 | down. QUEEN. Be thou assurd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. HAMLET. I must to England, you know that? QUEEN. Alack, I had forgot. Tis so concluded on. HAMLET. Theres letters seald: and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016935 | fangd, They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; For tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petard, and t shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon. O, tis most sweet, When in one line two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016936 | crafts directly meet. This man shall set me packing. Ill lug the guts into the neighbour room. Mother, good night. Indeed, this counsellor Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life a foolish prating knave. Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you. Good night, mother. [_Exit Hamlet dragging out Polonius._] ACT IV SCENE | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016937 | I. A room in the Castle. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. KING. Theres 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. [_To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out._] Ah, my good lord, what have I seen tonight! KING. What, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016938 | 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, Whips out his rapier, cries A rat, a rat! And in this brainish apprehension kills The unseen good old man. KING. O heavy deed! It had been so with us, had we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016939 | been there. His liberty is full of threats to all; To you yourself, to us, to everyone. Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answerd? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restraind, and out of haunt This mad young man. But so much was our love We would not understand what was most fit, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016940 | But like the owner of a foul disease, To keep it from divulging, let it feed Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? QUEEN. To draw apart the body he hath killd, Oer whom his very madness, like some ore Among a mineral of metals base, Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done. KING. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016941 | Gertrude, come away! The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed We must with all our majesty and skill Both countenance and excuse.Ho, Guildenstern! Re-enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Friends both, go join you with some further aid: Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, And from his mothers closet hath he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016942 | draggd him. Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel. I pray you haste in this. [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._] Come, Gertrude, well call up our wisest friends, And let them know both what we mean to do And whats untimely done, so haply slander, Whose whisper oer the worlds diameter, As level as the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016943 | cannon to his blank, Transports his poisond shot, may miss our name, And hit the woundless air. O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Another room in the Castle. Enter Hamlet. HAMLET. Safely stowed. ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. [_Within._] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! HAMLET. What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come. Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016944 | Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. ROSENCRANTZ. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? HAMLET. Compounded 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. Believe what? HAMLET. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016945 | be demanded of a spongewhat replication should be made by the son of a king? ROSENCRANTZ. Take you me for a sponge, my lord? HAMLET. Ay, sir; that soaks up the Kings countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016946 | 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. My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016947 | 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. Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Another room in the Castle. Enter King, attended. KING. I have sent to seek him and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016948 | to find the body. How dangerous is it that this man goes loose! Yet must not we put the strong law on him: Hes lovd of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes; And where tis so, thoffenders scourge is weighd, But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, This sudden sending him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016949 | away must seem Deliberate pause. Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relievd, Or not at all. Enter Rosencrantz. How now? What hath befalln? ROSENCRANTZ. Where the dead body is bestowd, my lord, We cannot get from him. KING. But where is he? ROSENCRANTZ. Without, my lord, guarded, to know your pleasure. KING. Bring him before us. ROSENCRANTZ. Ho, Guildenstern! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016950 | Bring in my lord. Enter Hamlet and Guildenstern. KING. Now, Hamlet, wheres Polonius? HAMLET. At supper. KING. At supper? Where? HAMLET. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are een at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016951 | for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service,two dishes, but to one table. Thats the end. KING. Alas, alas! HAMLET. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. KING. What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET. Nothing but to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016952 | show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. KING. Where is Polonius? HAMLET. In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i thother place yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016953 | the lobby. KING. [_To some Attendants._] Go seek him there. HAMLET. He will stay till you come. [_Exeunt Attendants._] KING. 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 With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself; The bark is ready, and the wind at help, Thassociates | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016954 | tend, and everything is bent For England. HAMLET. For England? KING. Ay, Hamlet. HAMLET. Good. KING. So is it, if thou knewst our purposes. HAMLET. I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for England! Farewell, dear mother. KING. Thy loving father, Hamlet. HAMLET. My mother. Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is one flesh; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016955 | and so, my mother. Come, for England. [_Exit._] KING. Follow him at foot. Tempt him with speed aboard; Delay it not; Ill have him hence tonight. Away, for everything is seald and done That else leans on thaffair. Pray you make haste. [_Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern._] And England, if my love thou holdst at aught, As my great power thereof | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016956 | may give thee sense, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us,thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process, which imports at full, By letters conjuring to that effect, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, And thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016957 | must cure me. Till I know tis done, Howeer my haps, my joys were neer begun. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark. Enter Fortinbras and Forces marching. FORTINBRAS. Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king. Tell him that by his license, Fortinbras Craves the conveyance of a promisd march Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. If that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016958 | his Majesty would aught with us, We shall express our duty in his eye; And let him know so. CAPTAIN. I will dot, my lord. FORTINBRAS. Go softly on. [_Exeunt all but the Captain._] Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern &c. HAMLET. Good sir, whose powers are these? CAPTAIN. They are of Norway, sir. HAMLET. How purposd, sir, I pray you? CAPTAIN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016959 | Against some part of Poland. HAMLET. Who commands them, sir? CAPTAIN. The nephew 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 That hath in it no profit but the name. To pay five ducats, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016960 | 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. Yes, it is already garrisond. HAMLET. Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw! This is thimposthume of much | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016961 | wealth and peace, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir. CAPTAIN. God b wi you, sir. [_Exit._] ROSENCRANTZ. Willt please you go, my lord? HAMLET. Ill be with you straight. Go a little before. [_Exeunt all but Hamlet._] How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016962 | 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 That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unusd. Now whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016963 | thinking too precisely on thevent, A thought which, quarterd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward,I do not know Why yet I live to say this things to do, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To dot. Examples gross as earth exhort me, Witness this army of such mass and charge, Led by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016964 | a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puffd, Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honours at the stake. How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016965 | stand I then, That have a father killd, a mother staind, 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 Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016966 | 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 V. Elsinore. A room in the Castle. Enter Queen, Horatio and a Gentleman. QUEEN. I will not speak with her. GENTLEMAN. She is importunate, indeed distract. Her mood will needs be pitied. QUEEN. What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016967 | would she have? GENTLEMAN. She speaks much of her father; says she hears Theres 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 aim at it, And botch the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016968 | words up fit to their own thoughts, Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. QUEEN. Let her come in. [_Exit Gentleman._] To my sick soul, as sins | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016969 | true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Enter Ophelia. OPHELIA. Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark? QUEEN. How now, Ophelia? OPHELIA. [_Sings._] How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle bat and staff And his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016970 | sandal shoon. QUEEN. Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? OPHELIA. Say you? Nay, pray you mark. [_Sings._] He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass green turf, At his heels a stone. QUEEN. Nay, but Ophelia OPHELIA. Pray you mark. [_Sings._] White his shroud as the mountain snow. Enter King. QUEEN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016971 | Alas, look here, my lord! OPHELIA. [_Sings._] Larded all with sweet flowers; Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. KING. How do you, pretty lady? OPHELIA. Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a bakers daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! KING. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016972 | Conceit upon her father. OPHELIA. Pray you, lets have no words of this; but when they ask you what it means, say you this: [_Sings._] Tomorrow is Saint Valentines day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine. Then up he rose and donnd his clothes, And duppd the chamber door, Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016973 | in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more. KING. Pretty Ophelia! OPHELIA. Indeed la, without an oath, Ill make an end ont. [_Sings._] By Gis and by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie for shame! Young men will dot if they come tot; By Cock, they are to blame. Quoth she, before you tumbled me, You promisd me to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016974 | wed. So would I ha done, by yonder sun, An thou hadst not come to my bed. KING. How long hath she been thus? OPHELIA. I hope all will be well. We must be patient. But I cannot choose but weep, to think they would lay him i th cold ground. My brother shall know of it. And so I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016975 | thank you for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night. [_Exit._] KING. Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you. [_Exit Horatio._] O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her fathers death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016976 | But in battalions. First, her father slain; Next, your son gone; and he most violent author Of his own just remove; the people muddied, Thick, and unwholesome in their 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 judgement, Without the which we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016977 | are pictures or mere beasts. Last, and as much containing as all these, Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear With pestilent speeches of his fathers death, Wherein necessity, of matter beggard, Will nothing stick our person to arraign In ear and ear. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016978 | O my dear Gertrude, this, Like to a murdering piece, in many places Gives me superfluous death. [_A noise within._] QUEEN. Alack, what noise is this? KING. Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. Enter a Gentleman. What is the matter? GENTLEMAN. Save yourself, my lord. The ocean, overpeering of his list, Eats not the flats with more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016979 | impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, Oerbears your offices. The rabble call him lord, And, as the world were now but to begin, Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, They cry Choose we! Laertes shall be king! Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be king, Laertes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016980 | king. QUEEN. How cheerfully on the false trail they cry. O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs. [_A noise within._] KING. The doors are broke. Enter Laertes, armed; Danes following. LAERTES. Where is this king?Sirs, stand you all without. Danes. No, lets come in. LAERTES. I pray you, give me leave. DANES. We will, we will. [_They retire without | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016981 | the door._] LAERTES. I thank you. Keep the door. O thou vile king, Give me my father. QUEEN. Calmly, good Laertes. LAERTES. That drop of blood thats calm proclaims me bastard; 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016982 | so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person. Theres 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 incensd.Let him go, Gertrude: Speak, man. LAERTES. Where is my father? KING. Dead. QUEEN. But not by him. KING. Let him demand | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016983 | his fill. LAERTES. How came he dead? Ill not be juggled with. 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 Ill be revengd Most throughly for my father. KING. Who shall stay | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016984 | you? LAERTES. My will, not all the world. And for my means, Ill husband them so well, They shall go far with little. KING. Good Laertes, If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear fathers death, ist writ in your revenge That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Winner and loser? LAERTES. None but his enemies. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016985 | KING. Will you know them then? LAERTES. To his good friends thus wide Ill ope my arms; And, like the kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my blood. KING. Why, now you speak Like a good child and a true gentleman. That I am guiltless of your fathers death, And am most sensibly in grief for it, It shall as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016986 | level to your judgement pear As day does to your eye. DANES. [_Within._] Let her come in. LAERTES. How now! What noise is that? Re-enter Ophelia, fantastically dressed with straws and flowers. O 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 by weight, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016987 | Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! O heavens, ist possible a young maids wits Should be as mortal as an old mans life? Nature is fine in love, and where tis fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. OPHELIA. [_Sings._] They bore him barefacd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016988 | on the bier, Hey no nonny, nonny, hey nonny And on his grave raind many a tear. Fare you well, my dove! LAERTES. Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, It could not move thus. OPHELIA. You must sing Down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward that stole | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016989 | his masters daughter. LAERTES. This nothings more than matter. OPHELIA. Theres rosemary, thats for remembrance; pray love, remember. And there is pansies, thats for thoughts. LAERTES. A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. OPHELIA. Theres fennel for you, and columbines. Theres rue for you; and heres some for me. We may call it herb of grace o Sundays. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016990 | you must wear your rue with a difference. Theres a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they witherd all when my father died. They say he made a good end. [_Sings._] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. LAERTES. Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself She turns to favour and to prettiness. OPHELIA. [_Sings._] And will he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016991 | not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan. God ha mercy on his soul. And of all Christian souls, I pray God. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016992 | God b wi ye. [_Exit._] LAERTES. Do you see this, O God? KING. Laertes, I must commune with your grief, Or you deny me right. Go but apart, 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 touchd, we will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016993 | our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours 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 burial, No trophy, sword, nor hatchment oer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016994 | his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, Cry to be heard, as twere from heaven to earth, That I must callt in question. KING. So you shall. And where thoffence is let the great axe fall. I pray you go with me. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Another room in the Castle. Enter Horatio and a Servant. HORATIO. What are they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016995 | that would speak with me? SERVANT. Sailors, sir. They say they have letters for you. HORATIO. Let them come in. [_Exit Servant._] I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet. Enter Sailors. FIRST SAILOR. God bless you, sir. HORATIO. Let him bless thee too. FIRST SAILOR. He shall, sir, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016996 | andt please him. Theres a letter for you, sir. It comes from thambassador that was bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. HORATIO. [_Reads._] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016997 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016998 | am to do a good turn for them. Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much haste as thou wouldst fly death. I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter. These good fellows will bring | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000016999 | thee where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have much to tell thee. Farewell. He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET. Come, I will give you way for these your letters, And dot the speedier, that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VII. Another room in the | 60 | gutenberg |
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