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Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels

            Barnardo.
  Who's there?

            Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold your selfe.

            Bar
. Long liue the King.

            Fran
. Barnardo?

5          Bar
. He.

            Fran
. You come most carefully vpon your houre.

            Bar
. 'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed Francisco.

            Fran.
For this releefe much thankes: 'Tis bitter cold,
            And I am sicke at heart.

10        Barn
. Haue you had quiet Guard?

            Fran.
Not a Mouse stirring.

            Barn
. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and
            Marcellus, the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make hast.

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            Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand: who's there?

15        Hor.
Friends to this ground.

            Mar.
And Leige-men to the Dane.

            Fran.
Giue you good night.

            Mar
.
O farwel honest Soldier, who hath relieu'd you?

            Fra
.
Barnardo ha's my place: giue you goodnight.      

Exit Fran.

20         Mar
. Holla Barnardo.

            Bar
. Say, what is Horatio there?

            Hor.
A peece of him.

            Bar.
Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marcellus.

            Mar.
What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to night.

25        Bar
. I haue seene nothing.

            Mar
. Horatio saies, 'tis but our Fantasie,
            And will not let beleefe take hold of him

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            Touching this dreaded sight, twice seene of vs,
            Therefore I haue intreated him along
30         With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night,
            That if againe this Apparition come,
            He may approue our eyes, and speake to it.

            Hor. Tush, tush, 'twill not appeare.

            Bar. Sit downe a-while,
35         And let vs once againe assaile your eares,
            That are so fortified against our Story,
            What we two Nights haue seene.

            Hor. Well, sit we downe,
            And let vs heare Barnardo speake of this.

40         Barn. Last night of all,
            When yond same Starre that's Westward from the Pole
            Had made his course t'illume that part of Heauen
            Where now it burnes, Marcellus and my selfe,
            The Bell then beating one.

45        Mar. Peace, breake thee of:

Enter Ghost.

            Looke where it comes againe.

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            Barn. In the same figure, like the King that's dead.

            Mar. Thou art a Scholler; speake to it Horatio.

            Barn. Lookes it not like the King? Marke it Horatio.

50        Hora. Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder

            Barn. It would be spoke too.

            Mar. Question it Horatio.

            Hor. What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night,
            Together with that Faire and Warlike forme
55         In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke  
            Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee speake.

            Mar. It is offended.

            Barn. See, it stalkes away.

            Hor. Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake.

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60         Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.


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            Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale:
            Is not this something more then Fantasie?
            What thinke you on't?

            Hor. Before my God, I might not this beleeue
65         Without the sensible and true auouch
            Of mine owne eyes.

            Mar. Is it not like the King?

            Hor. As thou art to thy selfe,
            Such was the very Armour he had on,
70         When th'Ambitious Norwey combatted:
            So frown’d he once, when, in an angry parle,
            He smote the sledded Polacks on the Ice.
            ’Tis strange.

            Mar.  Thus twice before, and iust at this dead hour,
75         With Martial stalk hath he gone by our Watch.

            Hor.  In what particular thought to work I know not;
            But in the gross and scope of my Opinion,
            This bodes some strange eruption to our State.

            Mar.  Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,
80         Why this same strict and most observant watch
            So nightly toils the subject of the land;

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            And why such daily cast of Brazen Cannon,
            And Foreign Mart for Implements of war;
            Why such impress of Shipwrights, whose sore Task
85         Does not divide the Sunday from the week;
            What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
            Doth make the Night joint-Labourer with the day:
            Who is ’t that can inform me?

            Hor. That can I,
90         At least, the whisper goes so. Our last King,
            Whose Image even but now appear’d to us,
            Was (as you know) by Fortinbras of Norway,
            (Thereto prick’d on by a most emulate pride,)
            Dar’d to the Combat; in which our Valiant Hamlet,
95         (For so this side of our known world esteem’d him)
            Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a Seal’d Compact,
            Well ratified by Law and Heraldry,
            Did forfeit (with his life) all those his Lands
            Which he stood seiz’d of, to the Conqueror;
100       Against the which, a Moiety competent
            Was gaged by our King; which had return’d
            To the Inheritance of Fortinbras,
            Had he been Vanquisher; as, by the same Cov’nant,
            And carriage of the Article design,
105       His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
            Of unimproved Mettle hot and full,
            Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there
            Shark’d up a List of Landlesse Resolutes,

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            For Food and Diet, to some Enterprise
110       That hath a stomach in ’t; which is no other
            (And it doth well appear unto our State)
            But to recover of us, by strong hand
                And terms Compulsative, those foresaid Lands
            So by his Father lost. And this (I take it)
115       Is the main Motive of our Preparations,
            The Source of this our Watch and the chief head
            Of this post-haste and Romage in the Land.

Enter Ghost again.

            But, soft! behold! lo! where it comes again.

            Ile crosse it, though it blast me. Stay Illusion:

120       If thou hast any sound, or vse of Voyce,
            Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done,
            That may to thee do ease, and grace to me; speak to me.
            If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate
            (Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake.
125       Or, if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life
            Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth,
            (For which, they say, you Spirits oft walke in death)
            Speake of it. Stay, and speake. Stop it Marcellus.

            Mar. Shall I strike at it with my Partizan?

130      Hor. Do, if it will not stand.

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            Barn. 'Tis heere.

            Hor. 'Tis heere.

            Mar. 'Tis gone.

Exit Ghost.

            We do it wrong, being so Maiesticall
135       To offer it the shew of Violence,
            For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable,
            And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery.

            Barn. It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew.

            Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
140       Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,
            The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day,
            Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate
            Awake the God of Day: and at his warning,
            Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,
145
      Th'extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes
            To his Confine. And of the truth heerein,
            This present Obiect made probation.

           
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.
           
Some sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes
150       Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated,

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            The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
            And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad,

            Hor. So haue I heard, and do in part beleeue it.
            But looke, the Morne in Russet mantle clad,
155       Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill,
            Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice
            Let vs impart what we haue seene to night
            Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life,
            This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:
160       Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
            As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty?

            Mar
. Let do't I pray, and I this morning know
            Where we shall finde him most conueniently.

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Enter Claudius King of Denmarke, Gertrude the Queene,
Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and his Sister O-
phelia, Lords Attendant.

            King. Though yet of Hamlet our deere Brothers death
                The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted
                To beare our hearts in greefe, and our whole Kingdome
               To be contracted in one brow of woe:
5          Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature,
            That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him,
            Together with remembrance of our selues.
            Therefore our sometimes Sister, now our Queen,
            Th'Imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State,
10         Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,
            With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye,
            With mirth in Funerall, and with Dirge in Marriage,
            In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole
            Taken to Wife; nor haue we heerein barr'd
15         Your better Wisedomes, which haue freely gone
                With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.
                Now followes, that you know young Fortinbras,
                Holding a weake supposall of our worth;
            Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death,
20         Our State to be disioynt, and out of Frame,
                Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage;
                He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message,
                Importing the surrender of those Lands
            Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law

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25         To our most valiant Brother. So much for him.

Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.

            Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting
            Thus much the businesse is. We haue heere writ
            To Norway, Vncle of young Fortinbras,
            Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares
30         Of this his Nephewes purpose, to suppresse
            His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,
            The Lists, and full proportions are all made
            Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch
            You good Cornelius, and you Voltemand,
35         For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,
            Giuing to you no further personall power
            To businesse with the King, more then the scope
            Of these dilated Articles allow:
            Farewell, and let your hast commend your duty.

40        Volt. In that, and all things, will we shew our duty.

            King.
We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.

Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.

           
And now Laertes, what's the newes with you?
           
You told vs of some suite. What is't Laertes?
            You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,

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45         And loose your voyce. What would'st thou beg Laertes,
            That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?
            The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
            The Hand more instrumentall to the Mouth,
           
Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.
50         What would'st thou haue Laertes?


            Laer.
Dread my Lord,
            Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
            From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
            To shew my duty in your Coronation,
55         Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,
            My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,
            And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.

            King. Haue you your Fathers leaue?
            What sayes Pollonius?

60         Pol.
He hath my Lord:
            I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.

            King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine,
            And thy best graces spend it at thy will:
            But now my Cosin Hamlet, and my Sonne?

65         Ham. A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde.

            King.
How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?


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            Ham. Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th' Sun.

            Queen. Good Hamlet cast thy nightly colour off,
            And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
70         Do not for euer with thy veyled lids
            Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;
            Thou know'st 'tis common, all that liues must dye,
            Passing through Nature, to Eternity.

            Ham.
I Madam, it is common.

75         Queen. If it be;
            Why seemes it so particular with thee.

           
Ham. Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:
            'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)
            Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke,
80         Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,
            No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,
            Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage,
            Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,
            That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,
85         For they are actions that a man might play:
           
But I haue that Within, which passeth show;
            These, but the Trappings, and the Suites of woe.

           
King. 'Tis sweet and commendable
            In your Nature Hamlet,

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90         To giue these mourning duties to your Father:
                But you must know, your Father lost a Father,
            That Father lost, lost his, and the Suruiuer bound
            In filiall Obligation, for some terme
            To do obsequious Sorrow.  But to perseuer
95         In obstinate Condolement, is a course
            Of impious stubbornnesse. 'Tis vnmanly greefe,
            It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen,
            A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient,
            An Vnderstanding simple, and vnschool'd:
100       For, what we know must be, and is as common
            As any the most vulgar thing to sence,
            Why should we in our peeuish Opposition
            Take it to heart? Fye, 'tis a fault to Heauen,
            A fault against the Dead, a fault to Nature,
105       To Reason most absurd, whose common Theame
            
Is death of Fathers, and who still hath cried,
            From the first Coarse, till he that dyed to day,
            This must be so. We pray you throw to earth
            This vnpreuayling woe, and thinke of vs
110       As of a Father; For let the world take note,
            You are the most immediate to our Throne,
            And with no lesse Nobility of Loue,
           
Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne,
           
Do I impart towards you. For your intent
115      
In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,
           
It is most retrograde to our desire:
            And we beseech you, bend you to remaine

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                Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye,
            Our cheefest Courtier Cosin, and our Sonne.

120       Qu.
Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet:
            I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg.

            Ham.
I shall in all my best
            Obey you Madam.

            King.
Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,
125       Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,
            This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
            Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
            No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,
            But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,
130       And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,
            Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away.

Exeunt
Manet Hamlet.

           
Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,
            Thaw, and resolue it selfe into a Dew:
           
Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt
135       His Cannon 'gainst Selfe-slaughter. O God, O God!
            How weary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable
           
Seemes to me all the vses of this world?
            Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden

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            That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature
140       Possesse it meerely. That it should come to this:
            But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,
            So excellent a King, that was to this
            Hiperion to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,
            That he might not beteene the windes of heauen
145       Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth
            Must I remember: why she would hang on him,
            As if encrease of Appetite had growne
            By what it fed on; and yet within a month?
            Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.
150       A little Month, or ere those shooes were old,
            With which she followed my poore Fathers body
            Like Niobe, all teares. Why she, euen she.
            (O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason
            Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,
155       My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,

                Then I to Hercules. Within a Moneth?
            Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares
            Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes,
           
She married. O most wicked speed, to post
160       With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:
            It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
            But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.                       

Enter Horatio, Barnard, and Marcellus.

           
Hor. Haile to your Lordship.

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            Ham. I am glad to see you well:
165       Horatio, or I do forget my selfe.

            Hor.
The same my Lord,
            And your poore Seruant euer.

            Ham. Sir my good friend,
            Ile change that name with you:
170       And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio?
            Marcellus.

            Mar. My good Lord.

            Ham. I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir.
            But what in faith make you from Wittemberge?

175       Hor. A truant disposition, good my Lord.

            Ham. I would not haue your Enemy say so;
           
Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence,
            To make it truster of your owne report
            Against your selfe.  I know you are no Truant:
180       But what is your affaire in Elsenour?
            Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart.

           
Hor. My Lord, I came to see your Fathers Funerall.

           
Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)

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            I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding.

185       Hor.
Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon.

            Ham.
Thrift, thrift Horatio: the Funerall Bakt-meats
            Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables.

                Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen,
            Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio     
190       My father, me thinkes I see my father.

            Hor.
Oh where my Lord?

            Ham. In my minds eye (Horatio)

            Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly King.

            Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all:
195       I shall not look vpon his like againe.

           
Hor. My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight.

            Ham.
Saw? Who?

            Hor.
My Lord, the King your Father.

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200       Hor. Season your admiration for a while
            With an attent eare; till I may deliuer
            Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen,
            This maruell to you.

            Ham.
For Heauens loue let me heare.

205       Hor.
Two nights together, had these Gentlemen
            (Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch
            In the dead wast and middle of the night
            Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,
            Arm'd at all points exactly, Cap a Pe,
210       Appeares before them, and with sollemne march
            Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt,
            By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes,
            Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestil'd
            Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare,
215       Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me
            In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,
           
And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,
            Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,
            Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,
220       The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:
            These hands are not more like.

                Ham. But where was this?


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            Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watcht.

            Ham. Did you not speake to it?

225       Hor.
My Lord, I did;
            But answere made it none: yet once me thought
            It lifted vp it head, and did addresse
            It selfe to motion, like as it would speake:
            But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd;
230       And at the sound it shrunke in hast away,
            And vanisht from our sight.

            Ham.
Tis very strange.

            Hor.
As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true;
            And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty
235       To let you know of it.

            Ham.
Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me.
           
Hold you the watch to Night?

            Both.
We doe my Lord.

            Ham.
Arm'd, say you?

240       Both. Arm'd, my Lord.

            Ham. From top to toe?


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            Both. My Lord, from head to foote.

            Ham. Then saw you not his face?

            Hor. O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp.

245       Ham. What, lookt he frowningly?

            Hor. A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.

            Ham. Pale, or red?

            Hor. Nay very pale.

            Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?

250       Hor. Most constantly.

            Ham.
I would I had beene there.

           
Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you.

            Ham. Very like, very like: staid it long?


            Hor. While one with moderate hast might tell a hundred.

255       All. Longer, longer.

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            Hor. Not when I saw't.

            Ham. His Beard was grisly? no.

           
Hor. It was, as I haue seene it in his life,
            A Sable Siluer'd.

260       Ham. Ile watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake againe.

            Hor. I warrant you it will.

            Ham. If it assume my noble Fathers person,
            Ile speake to it, though Hell it selfe should gape
            And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
265       If you haue hitherto conceald this sight;
            Let it bee treble in your silence still:
            And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night,
           
Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue;
            I will requite your loues; so, fare ye well:
270       Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue,
            Ile visit you.

            All.
Our duty to your Honour.                               
Exeunt.

           
Ham. Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.
275       My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well:
           
I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come;

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            Till then sit still my soule; foule deeds will rise,
            Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies.     
        

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Enter Laertes and Ophelia.

                Laer. My necessaries are imbark't; Farewell:
                And Sister, as the Winds giue Benefit,
                And Conuoy is assistant; doe not sleepe,
                But let me heare from you.

5          Ophel.
Doe you doubt that?

            Laer.
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his fauours,
                Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloud;
                A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature;
                Froward, not permanent; sweet not lasting
10        The suppliance of a minute? No more.

            Ophel.
No more but so.

            Laer.
Thinke it no more:
                For nature cressant does not grow alone,
                In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,
15         The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule
                Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
                And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch
                The vertue of his feare: but you must feare
                His greatnesse weigh'd, his will is not his owne;
20         For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth:
           
Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe,
           
Carue for himselfe; for, on his choyce depends

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            The sanctity and health of the weole State.
               And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd
25            Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,
                Whereof he is the Head. Then if he sayes he loues you,
                It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it;
                As he in his peculiar Sect and force
                May giue his saying deed: which is no further,
30         Then the maine voyce of Denmarke goes withall.
                Then weigh what losse your Honour may sustaine,
                If with too credent eare you list his Songs;
                Or lose your Heart; or your chast Treasure open
                To his vnmastred importunity.
35         Feare it Ophelia, feare it my deare Sister,
                And keepe within the reare of your Affection;
                Out of the shot and danger of Desire.
                The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough,
                If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone:
40         Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes,
                The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring
                Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd,
                And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,
                Contagious blastments are most imminent.
45         Be wary then, best safety lies in feare;
            Youth to it selfe rebels, though none else neere.

           
Ophe. I shall th'effect of this good Lesson keepe,
                As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother
                Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe,


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50         Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen;
                Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine
                Himselfe, the Primrose path of dalliance treads,
                And reaks not his owne reade.

            Laer.
Oh, feare me not.

Enter Polonius.

55         I stay too long; but here my Father comes:

                A double blessing is a double grace;
                Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.

            Polon.
Yet heere Laertes? Aboord, aboord for shame,
                The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,
60         And you are staid for there: my blessing with you;
                And these few Precepts in thy memory,
                See thou Character. Giue thy thoughts no tongue,
                Nor any vnproportion'd thought his Act:
                Be thou familiar; but by no meanes vulgar:
65         The friends thou hast, and their adoption tride,
                Grapple them to thy Soule, with hoopes of Steele:
                But doe not dull thy palme, with entertainment
                Of each vnhatch't, vnfledg'd Comrade. Beware
           
Of entrance to a quarrell: but being in
70            Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee.
           
Giue euery man thine eare; but few thy voyce:
                Take each mans censure; but reserue thy iudgement:


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            Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy;
                But not exprest in fancie; rich, not gawdie:
75            For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man.
                And they in France of the best ranck and station,
                Are of a most select and generous cheff in that.
                Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;
                For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend:
80         And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry.
                This aboue all; to thine owne selfe be true:
                And it must follow, as the Night the Day,
                Thou canst not then be false to any man.
                Farewell: my Blessing season this in thee.

85         Laer.
Most humbly doe I take my leaue, my Lord.

            Polon.
The time inuites you, goe, your seruants tend.

            Laer.
Farewell Ophelia, and remember well
                What I haue said to you.

            Ophe.
Tis in my memory lockt,
90         And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.

           
Laer. Farewell.

Exit Laer.

           
Polon. What ist Ophelia he hath said to you?

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            Ophe. So please you, somthing touching the L. Hamlet.

            Polon
. Marry, well bethought:
95         Tis told me he hath very oft of late
                Giuen priuate time to you; and you your selfe
                Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous.
           
If it be so, as so tis put on me;
                And that in way of caution: I must tell you,
100       You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely,
                As it behoues my Daughter, and your Honour.
                What is betweene you, giue me vp the truth?

            Ophe.
He hath my Lord of late, made many tenders
                Of his affection to me.

105       Polon
. Affection, puh. You speake like a greene Girle,
                Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance.
                Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?

            Ophe.
I do not know, my Lord, what I should thinke.

           
Polon. Marry Ile teach you; thinke your selfe a Baby,
110       That you haue tane his tenders for true pay,
                Which are not starling. Tender your selfe more dearly;
                Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase,
                Roaming it thus, you'l tender me a foole.

           
Ophe. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with loue,

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115       In honourable fashion.

            Polon
. I, fashion you may call it, go too, go too.

            Ophe.
And hath giuen countenance to his speech,
                My Lord, with all the vowes of Heauen.

            Polon.
I, Springes to catch Woodcocks. I doe know
120       When the Bloud burnes, how Prodigall the Soule
                Giues the tongue vowes: these blazes, Daughter,
                Giuing more light then heate; extinct in both,
                Euen in their promise, as it is a making;
                You must not take for fire. For this time Daughter,
125       Be somewhat scanter of your Maiden presence;
                Set your entreatments at a higher rate,
                Then a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
           
Beleeue so much in him, that he is young,
            And with a larger tether may he walke,

130         Then may be giuen you. In few, Ophelia,
                Doe not beleeue his vowes; for they are Broakers,
            N
ot of the eye, which their Inuestments show:
                But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes,
                Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds,
135       The better to beguile. This is for all:
           
I would not, in plaine tearmes, from this time forth,
                Haue you so slander any moment leisure,
                As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet:
                Looke too't, I charge you; come your wayes.


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140       Ophe. I shall obey my Lord.

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Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.

            Ham.
The Ayre bites shrewdly: is it very cold?

            Hor.
It is a nipping and an eager ayre.

            Ham.
What hower now?

            Hor.
I thinke it lacks of twelue.

5          Mar.
No, it is strooke.

            Hor.
Indeed I heard it not: then it drawes neere the season,
                Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
                What does this meane my Lord?

            Ham.
The King doth wake to night, and takes his rouse,
10         Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles,
                And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe,
                The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
                The triumph of his Pledge.

            Horat.
Is it a custome?

15         Ham.
I marry ist;
           
And to my mind, though I am natiue heere,
                And to the manner borne: It is a Custome
           
More honour'd in the breach, then the obseruance.

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Enter Ghost.

            Hor. Looke my Lord, it comes.

20        Ham
. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs:
           
Be thou a Spirit of health, or Goblin damn'd,
                Bring with thee ayres from Heauen, or blasts from Hell,
                Be thy euents wicked or charitable,
                Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
25           That I will speake to thee. Ile call thee Hamlet,
                King, Father, Royall Dane: Oh, oh, answer me,
                Let me not burst in Ignorance; but tell
                Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death,
                Haue burst their cerments, why the Sepulcher
30            Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd,
                Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes,
                To cast thee vp againe? What may this meane?
                That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele,
                Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone,
35         Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
                So horridly to shake our disposition,
                With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
                Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we doe?

Ghost beckens Hamlet.

            Hor.
It beckons you to goe away with it,
40         As if it some impartment did desire

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            To you alone.

            Mar.
Looke with what courteous action
                It wafts you to a more remoued ground:
                But doe not goe with it.

45        Hor.
No, by no meanes.

           Ham
. It will not speake: then will I follow it.

           Hor.
Doe not my Lord.

           Ham.
Why, what should be the feare?
                I doe not set my life at a pins fee;
50           And for my Soule, what can it doe to that?
                Being a thing immortall as it selfe:
                It waues me forth againe; Ile follow it.

            Hor.
What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
                Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
55         That beetles o're his base into the Sea,
                And there assumes some other horrible forme,
                Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason,
           
And draw you into madnesse thinke of it?

           
Ham. It wafts me still: goe on, Ile follow thee.

60         Mar.
You shall not goe my Lord.

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            Ham. Hold off your hand.

            Hor.
Be rul'd, you shall not goe.

            Ham.
My fate cries out,
                And makes each petty Artire in this body,
65         As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue:
                Still am I cal'd? Vnhand me Gentlemen:
                By Heau'n, Ile make a Ghost of him that lets me:
                I say away, goe on, Ile follow thee.

Exeunt Ghost & Hamlet.

            Hor.
He waxes desperate with imagination.

70         Mar. Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.

            Hor.
Haue after, to what issue will this come?

            Mar.
Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke.

            Hor.
Heauen will direct it.

            Mar.
Nay, let's follow him.

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Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

           Ham.
Where wilt thou lead me? speak; Ile go no further.

           Gho.
Marke me.

           Ham.
I will.

           Gho.
My hower is almost come,
5          When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames
               Must render vp my selfe.

           Ham.
Alas poore Ghost.

           Gho.
Pitty me not, but lend thy serious hearing
               To what I shall vnfold.

10        Ham.
Speake, I am bound to heare.

           Gho.
So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare.

           Ham.
What?

           Gho.
I am thy Fathers Spirit,
               Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night;
15        And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers,
               Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature
          
Are burnt and purg'd away? But that I am forbid

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           To tell the secrets of my Prison-House;
               I could a Tale vnfold, whose lightest word
20           Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy young blood,
               Make thy two eyes like Starres, start from their Spheres,
               Thy knotty and combined lockes to part,
               And each particular haire to stand an end,
               Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine:
25          But this eternall blason must not be
               To eares of flesh and bloud; list Hamlet, oh list,
               If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue.

           Ham.
Oh Heauen!

           Gho.
Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther.

30        Ham.
Murther?

           Ghost.
Murther most foule, as in the best it is;
               But this most foule, strange, and vnnaturall.

           Ham.
Hast, hast me to know it,
               That with wings as swift
35        As meditation, or the thoughts of Loue,
               May sweepe to my Reuenge.

           Ghost.
I finde thee apt,
          
And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede
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40         Would'st thou not stirre in this. Now Hamlet heare:
                It's giuen out, that sleeping in mine Orchard,
                A Serpent stung me: so the whole eare of Denmarke,
                Is by a forged processe of my death
                Rankly abus'd: But know thou Noble youth,
45            The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life,
                Now weares his Crowne.

            Ham.
O my Propheticke soule: mine Vncle?

            Ghost.
I that incestuous, that adulterate Beast
                With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous guifts.
50         Oh wicked Wit, and Gifts, that haue the power
                So to seduce? Won to to this shamefull Lust
                The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene:
           
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there,
                From me, whose loue was of that dignity,
55           That it went hand in hand, euen with the Vow
                I made to her in Marriage; and to decline
                Vpon a wretch, whose Naturall gifts were poore
                To those of mine. But Vertue, as it neuer wil be moued,
                Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen:
60         So Lust, though to a radiant Angell link'd,
                Will sate it selfe in a Celestiall bed, & prey on Garbage.
                But soft, me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre;
           
Briefe let me be: Sleeping within mine Orchard,
                My custome alwayes in the afternoone;
65         Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole

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            With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl,
                And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
                The leaperous Distilment; whose effect
                Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man,
70         That swift as Quick-siluer, it courses through
                The naturall Gates and Allies of the body;
                And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset
                And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
                The thin and wholsome blood: so did it mine;
75         And a most instant Tetter bak'd about,
                Most Lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,
                All my smooth Body.
           
Thus was I, sleeping, by a Brothers hand,
                Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once dispatcht;
80         Cut off euen in the Blossomes of my Sinne,
                Vnhouzzled, disappointed, vnnaneld,
                No reckoning made, but sent to my account
                With all my imperfections on my head;
                Oh horrible, Oh horrible, most horrible:
85         If thou hast nature in thee beare it not;
                Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
                A Couch for Luxury and damned Incest.
                But howsoeuer thou pursuest this Act,
                Taint not thy mind; nor let thy Soule contriue
90        
Against thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen,
                And to those Thornes that in her bosome lodge,
                To pricke and sting her. Fare thee well at once;
            The Glow-worme showes the Matine to be neere,

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                And gins to pale his vneffectuall Fire:
95         Adue, adue,Hamlet: remember me.

Exit.

            Ham.
Oh all you host of Heauen! Oh Earth; what els?
                And shall I couple Hell? Oh fie: hold my heart;
                And you my sinnewes, grow not instant Old;
                But beare me stiffely vp: Remember thee?
100         I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate
                In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
           
Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
                Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
                All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past,
105       That youth and obseruation coppied there;
                And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
                Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
                Vnmixt with baser matter; yes yes, by Heauen:
                Oh most pernicious woman!
110         Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
                My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I set it downe,
                That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine;
                At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;
           
So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
                It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.

115      Hor. & Mar. within.
My Lord, my Lord.


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Enter Horatio and Marcellus

                Mar. Lord Hamlet.

            Hor.
Heauen secure him.

            Mar.
So be it.

120       Hor.
Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.

            Ham.
Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.

            Mar.
How ist't my Noble Lord?

            Hor.
What newes, my Lord?

            Ham.
Oh wonderfull!

125       Hor.
Good my Lord tell it.

            Ham.
No you'l reueale it.

                Hor. Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.

            Mar.
Nor I, my Lord.

            Ham.
How say you then, would heart of man once think it?

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130       But you'l be secret?

            Both.
I, by Heau'n, my Lord.

            Ham.
There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
                But hee's an arrant knaue.

            Hor.
There needs no Ghost my Lord, come from the
135       Graue, to tell vs this.

            Ham.
Why right, you are i'th' right;
                And so, without more circumstance at all,
                I hold it fit that we shake hands, and part:
                You, as your busines and desires shall point you:
140       For euery man ha's businesse and desire,
                Such as it is: and for mine owne poore part,
                Looke you, Ile goe pray.

            Hor.
These are but wild and hurling words, my Lord.

            Ham.
I'm sorry they offend you heartily:
145       Yes faith, heartily.

            Hor.
There's no offence my Lord.

            Ham.
Yes, by Saint Patricke, but there is my Lord,
                And much offence too, touching this Vision heere:
                It is an honest Ghost, that let me tell you:

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150       For your desire to know what is betweene vs,
           
O'remaster't as you may. And now good friends,
            As you are Friends, Schollers and Soldiers,

                Giue me one poore request.

            Hor.
What is't my Lord? we will.

155       Ham. Neuer make known what you haue seen to night.

            Both.
My Lord, we will not.

            Ham.
Nay, but swear't.

            Hor.
Infaith my Lord, not I.

            Mar.
Nor I my Lord: in faith.

160       Ham. Vpon my sword.

            Marcell.
We haue sworne my Lord already.

            Ham.
Indeed, vpon my sword, Indeed.

            Gho.
Sweare.

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            Ham. Ah ha boy, sayest thou so. Art thou there true-
165      
penny? Come one you here this fellow in the selleredge
                Consent to sweare.

            Hor. Propose the Oath my Lord.

            Ham.
Neuer to speake of this that you haue seene.
                Sweare by my sword.

170       Gho. Sweare.

            Ham.
Hic & vbique? Then wee'l shift for grownd,
                Come hither Gentlemen,
                And lay your hands againe vpon my sword,
                Neuer to speake of this that you haue heard:
175       Sweare by my Sword.

            Gho.
Sweare.

            Ham.
Well said old Mole, can'st worke i'th' ground so fast?
                A worthy Pioner, once more remoue good friends.

            Hor.
Oh day and night: but this is wondrous strange.

180       Ham. And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome.
                There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,
                Then are dream't of in our Philosophy. But come,
                Here as before, neuer so helpe you mercy,

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            How strange or odde so ere I beare my selfe;
185       (As I perchance heereafter shall thinke meet
                To put an Anticke disposition on:)
           
That you at such time seeing me, neuer shall
            With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head shake;

                Or by pronouncing of some doubtfull Phrase;
190         As well, we know, or we could and if we would,
                Or if we list to speake; or there be and if there might,
                Or such ambiguous giuing out to note,
                That you know ought of me; this not to doe:
                So grace and mercy at your most neede helpe you:
195       Sweare.

           Ghost.
Sweare.

           Ham.
Rest, rest perturbed Spirit: so Gentlemen,
               With all my loue I doe commend me to you;
               And what so poore a man as Hamlet is,
200      May doe t' expresse his loue and friending to you,
               God willing shall not lacke: let vs goe in together,
               And still your fingers on your lippes I pray,
          
The time is out of ioynt: Oh cursed spight,
               That euer I was borne to set it right.

205      Nay, come let's goe together.

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Enter Polonius, and Reynoldo.

            Polon.
Giue him his money, and these notes Reynoldo.

            Reynol.
I will my Lord.

            Polon.
You shall doe maruels wisely: good Reynoldo,
                Before you visite him you make inquiry
5              Of his behauiour.

            Reynol.
My Lord, I did intend it.

            Polon.
Marry, well said;
                Very well said. Looke you Sir,
                Enquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;
10         And how, and who; what meanes; and where they keepe:
                What company, at what expence: and finding
                By this encompassement and drift of question,
                That they doe know my sonne: Come you more neerer
                Then your particular demands will touch it,
15         Take you as 'twere some distant knowledge of him,
                And thus I know his father and his friends,
                And in part him. Doe you marke this Reynoldo?

            Reynol.
I, very well my Lord.

           
Polon. And in part him, but you may say not well;
20         But if't be hee I meane, hees very wilde;

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            Addicted so and so; and there put on him
                What forgeries you please; marry, none so ranke,
                As may dishonour him; take heed of that:
                But Sir, such wanton, wild, and vsuall slips,
25         As are Companions noted and most knowne
                To youth and liberty.

            Reynol
. As gaming my Lord.

            Polon.
I, or drinking, fencing, swearing,
                Quarelling, drabbiug. You may goe so farre.

30         Reynol. My Lord that would dishonour him.

            Polon.
Faith no, as you may season it in the charge;
                You must not put another scandall on him,
                That hee is open to Incontinencie;
                That's not my meaning: but breath his faults so quaintly,
35         That they may seeme the taints of liberty;
                The flash and out-breake of a fiery minde,
                A sauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of generall assault.

            Reynol.
But my good Lord.

            Polon.
Wherefore should you doe this?

40        Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that.


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            Polon. Marry Sir, heere's my drift,
                And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
                You laying these slight sulleyes on my Sonne,
                As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i'th' working:
45         Marke you your party in conuerse; him you would sound,
                Hauing euer seene. In the prenominate crimes,
                The youth you breath of guilty, be assur'd
                He closes with you in this consequence:
                Good sir, or so, or friend, or Gentleman.
50         According to the Phrase and the Addition,
                Of man and Country.

            Reynol.
Very good my Lord.

            Polon.
And then Sir does he this?
                He does: what was I about to say?
55         I was about say somthing: where did I leaue?

            Reynol.
At closes in the consequence:
                At friend, or so, and Gentleman.

            Polon.
At closes in the consequence, I marry,
                He closes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
60           I saw him yesterday, or tother day;
                Or then or then, with such and such; and as you say,
           
There was he gaming, there o'retooke in's Rouse,
                There falling out at Tennis; or perchance,
           
I saw him enter such a house of saile;

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65         Videlicet, a Brothell, or so forth. See you now;
                 Your bait of falshood, takes this Cape of truth;
                 And thus doe we of wisedome and of reach
                 With windlesses, and with assaies of Bias,
                 By indirections finde directions out:
70          So by my former Lecture and aduice
                 Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not?

             Reynol.
My Lord I haue.

             Polon.
God buy you; fare you well.

             Reynol
. Good my Lord.

75          Polon. Obserue his inclination in your selfe.

             Reynol.
I shall my Lord.

             Polon.
And let him plye his Musicke.

             Reynol
. Well, my Lord.
  
Exit.
Enter Ophelia.

            
Polon. Farewell:
80          How now Ophelia, what's the matter?


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            Ophe. Alas my Lord, I haue beene so affrighted.

            Polon.
With what, in the name of Heauen?

            Ophe.
My Lord, as I was sowing in my Chamber,
                Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd,
85         No hat vpon his head,his stockings foul'd,
                Vngartred, and downe giued to his Anckle,
                Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,
                And with a looke so pitious in purport,
                As if he had been loosed out of hell,
90         To speake of horrors: he comes before me.

            Polon.
Mad for thy Loue?

            Ophe.
My Lord, I doe not know: but truly I do feare it.

            Polon.
What said he?

            Ophe.
He tooke me by the wrist, and held me hard;
95            Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
                And with his other hand thus o're his brow,
                He fals to such perusall of my face,
                As he would draw it. Long staid he so,
           
At last, a little shaking of mine Arme:
100       And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe;
           
He rais'd a sigh, so pittious and profound,
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            And end his being. That done, he lets me goe,
                And with his head ouer his shoulders turn'd,
105       He seem'd to finde his way without his eyes,
                For out adores he went without their helpe;
                And to the last, bended their light on me

            Polon.
Goe with me, I will goe seeke the King,
                This is the very extasie of Loue,
110       Whose violent property foredoes it selfe,
                And leads the will to desperate Vndertakings,
                As oft as any passion vnder Heauen,
                That does afflict our Natures. I am sorrie,
                What haue you giuen him any hard words of late?

115       Ophe. No my good Lord: but as you did command,
                I did repell his Letters, and deny'de
                His accesse to me.

            Pol.
That hath made him mad.
                I am sorrie that with better speed and iudgement
120         I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle,
                And meant to wracke thee: but beshrew my iealousie:
                It seemes it is as proper to our Age,
           
To cast beyond our selues in our Opinions,
                As it is common for the yonger sort
125       To lacke discretion. Come, go we to the King,
                This must be knowne, ~w being kept close might moue
           
More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue.                      Exeunt.

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Enter King, Queene, Rosincrane, and Guilden-
sterne Cumaliys

            King. Welcome deere Rosincrance and Guildensterne.
            Moreouer, that we much did long to see you,
            The neede we haue to vse you, did prouoke
            Our hastie sending. Something haue you heard
5           Of Hamlets transformation: so I call it,
            Since not th'exterior, nor the inward man
            Resembles that it was. What it should bee
            More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him
            So much from th'vnderstanding of himselfe,
10         I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both,
            That being of so young dayes brought vp with him:
            And since so Neighbour'd to his youth, and humour,
            That you vouchsafe your rest heere in our Court
            Some little time: so by your Companies
15         To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather
            So much as from Occasions you may gleane,
            That open'd lies within our remedie.

            Qu.
Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you,
            And sure I am, two men there are not liuing,
20         To whom he more adheres. If it will please you
            To shew vs so much Gentrie, and good will,
            As to expend your time with vs a-while,
            For the supply and profit of our Hope,


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            Your Visitation shall receiue such thankes
25         As fits a Kings remembrance.

            Rosin.
Both your Maiesties
            Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs,
            Put your dread pleasures, more into Command
            Then to Entreatie.

30         Guil. We both obey,
            And here giue vp our selues, in the full bent,
            To lay our Seruices freely at your feete,
            To be commanded.

            King.
Thankes Rosincrance, and gentle Guildensterne.

35         Qu. Thankes Guildensterne and gentle Rosincrance.
            And I beseech you instantly to visit
            My too much changed Sonne.
            Go some of ye,
            And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is.

40         Guil. Heauens make our presence and our practices
            Pleasant and helpfull to him.

Exit.

            Queene. Amen.


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Enter Polonius.

            Pol. Th'Ambassadors from Norwey, my good Lord,
            Are ioyfully return'd.

45         King. Thou still hast bin the Father of good Newes.

            Pol.
Haue I, my Lord? Assure you, my good Liege,
            I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
            Both to my God, one to my gracious King:
            And I do thinke, or else this braine of mine
50         Hunts not the traile of Policie, so sure
            As I haue vs'd to do: that I haue found
            The very cause of Hamlets Lunacie.

            King.
Oh speake of that, that I do long to heare.

            Pol.
Giue first admittance to th'Ambassadors,
55         My Newes shall be the Newes to that great Feast.

            King.
Thy selfe do grace to them, and bring them in.
            He tels me my sweet Queene, that he hath found
            The head and sourse of all your Sonnes distemper.

            Qu.
I doubt it is no other, but the maine,
60         His Fathers death, and our o're-hasty Marriage.

Enter Polonius, Voltumand, and Cornelius.

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            King. Well, we shall sift him. Welcome good Frends:
                Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey?

            Volt.
Most faire returne of Greetings, and Desires.
            Vpon our first, he sent out to suppresse
65         His Nephewes Leuies, which to him appear'd
            To be a preparation 'gainst the Poleak:
            But better look'd into, he truly found
            It was against your Highnesse, whereat greeued,
            That so his Sicknesse, Age, and Impotence
70         Was falsely borne in hand, sends out Arrests
            On Fortinbras, which he (in breefe) obeyes,
            Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine,
            Makes Vow before his Vnkle, neuer more
            To giue th'assay of Armes against your Maiestie.
75         Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy,
            Giues him three thousand Crownes in Annuall Fee,
            And his Commission to imploy those Soldiers
            So leuied as before, against the Poleak:
            With an intreaty heerein further shewne,
80         That it might please you to giue quiet passé
            Through your Dominions, for his Enterprize,
            On such regards of safety and allowance,
            As therein are set downe.

           
King. It likes vs well:
85         And at our more consider'd time wee'l read,
            Answer, and thinke vpon this Businesse.

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            Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour.
            Go to your rest, at night wee'l Feast together.
                Most welcome home.

Exit Ambass.

90         Pol. This businesse is very well ended.
            My Liege, and Madam, to expostulate
            What Maiestie should be, what Dutie is,
            Why day is day; night, night; and time is time,
            Were nothing but to waste Night, Day, and Time.
95         Therefore, since Breuitie is the Soule of Wit,
            And tediousnesse, the limbes and outward flourishes,
            I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad:
            Mad call I it; for to define true Madnesse,
            What is't, but to be nothing else but mad.
100       But let that go.

            Qu.
More matter, with lesse Art.

            Pol.
Madam, I sweare I vse no Art at all:
            That he is mad, 'tis true: 'Tis true 'tis pittie,
            And pittie it is true: A foolish figure,
105       But farewell it: for I will vse no Art.
           
Mad let vs grant him then: and now remaines
            That we finde out the cause of this effect,
            Or rather say, the cause of this defect;
            For this effect defectiue, comes by cause,

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110       Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus. Perpend,
            I haue a daughter: haue, whil'st she is mine,
            Who in her Dutie and Obedience, marke,
            Hath giuen me this: now gather, and surmise.
                                        The Letter.
            To the Celestiall, and my Soules Idoll, the most beautifed O-
115                           phelia.
            That's an ill Phrase, a vilde Phrase, beautified is a vilde
            Phrase: but you shall heare these in her excellent white
            bosome, these.

            Qu. Came this from Hamlet to her.

120       Pol. Good Madam stay awhile, I will be faithfull.
            Doubt thou, the Starres are fire,
            Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue:
            Doubt Truth to be a Lier,
            But neuer Doubt, I loue.
125       O deere Ophelia, I am ill at these Numbers: I haue not Art to
            reckon my grones; but that I loue thee best, oh most Best be-
            leeue it.   Adieu.
Thine euermore most deere Lady, whilst this
Machine is to him, Hamlet.

130       This in Obedience hath my daughter shew'd me:
            And more aboue hath his soliciting,
            As they fell out by Time, by Meanes, and Place,
            All giuen to mine eare.

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            King. But how hath she receiu'd his Loue?

135       Pol. What do you thinke of me?

            King.
As of a man, faithfull and Honourable.

            Pol.
I wold faine proue so. But what might you think?
            When I had seene this hot loue on the wing,
            As I perceiued it, I must tell you that
140       Before my Daughter told me what might you
            Or my deere Maiestie your Queene heere, think,
            If I had playd the Deske or Table-booke,
            Or giuen my heart a winking, mute and dumbe,
            Or look'd vpon this Loue, with idle sight,
145       What might you thinke? No, I went round to worke,
            And (my yong Mistris) thus I did bespeake
            Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre,
            This must not be: and then, I Precepts gaue her,
            That she should locke her selfe from his Resort,
150       Admit no Messengers, receiue no Tokens:
            Which done, she tooke the Fruites of my Aduice,
            And he repulsed A short Tale to make,
           
Fell into a Sadnesse, then into a Fast,
            Thence to a Watch, thence into a Weaknesse,
155       Thence to a Lightnesse, and by this declension
            Into the Madnesse whereon now he raues,
            And all we waile for.


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            King. Do you thinke 'tis this?

            Qu.
It may be very likely.

160       Pol. Hath there bene such a time, I'de fain know that,
            That I haue possitiuely said, 'tis so,
            When it prou'd otherwise?

            King.
Not that I know.