{* ÷ æ Ä×Å ÓÔÒÏËÉ ÉÄÕÔ × ÏÂÒÁÔÎÏÍ ÐÏÒÑÄËÅ.} Ghost +Beneath+ Swear {by his sword}. Hamlet Well said old mole, canst work i' the earth (ground) so fast,(?) 170 A worthy pioner, once more remove, good friends. Horatio ï day and night, but this is wondrous strange. Hamlet And therefore as a stranger give it welcome,(.) There are more things in heaven and earth<,> Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your (our) philosophy,(.) but come<,> 175 Here as before, never so help you mercy, {(}How strange or odd some er (so ere) I bear myself,(;) <(>As I perchance hereafter shall think meet{,} To put an antic disposition on<:)> That you at such time(s) seeing me, never shall 180 With arms encumber'd thus, or this (thus) head shake,(;) Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,(;) As (well,) well, we know, or we could, and if we would, Or if we list to speak,(;) or there be and if they (there) might, Or such ambiguous giving out<,> to note)(,) 185 That you know aught of me,(;) this {do swear} <not to doe>,(:) So grace and mercy at your most need help you.(:) <Swear.> Ghost +Beneath+ Swear. Hamlet Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: +They swear+ so, gentlemen, 190 Withall (With all) my love I do commend me to you,(;) And what so poor a man as Hamlet is, May do to express his love and friending to you<,> God willing shall not lack,(:) let us go in together, And still your fingers on your lips I pray. 195 The time is out of joint,(:) Ï cursed spite<,> That ever I was born to set it right. Nay<,> come{,} let's go together. Exeunt. <ACTUS SECUNDAS.> +SCENE 1+ Enter {old} Polonius, {with his man or two} <and Reynaldo>. Polonius Give him this (his) money, and these notes Reynaldo. Reynaldo I will my lord. Polonius You shall do meruiles (maruels) wisely<:> good Reynaldo, Before you visit him{,} to (you) make inquire (inquiry) 5 Of his behavior. Reynaldo My lord, I did intend it. Polonius Marry<,> well said,(;) very well said;(.) look you sir. Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris,(;) And how, and who,(;) what means,(;) and where they keep,(:) What company, at what expense;(:) and finding 10 By this encompassment{,} and drift of question That they do know my son,Ï come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it, Take you as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him, As (And) thus, I know his father{,} and his friends, 15 And in part him,(.) do you mark this, Reynaldo? Reynaldo Ay, very well my lord. Polonius And in part him, but, you may say not well,(;) But if 't be he I mean, he's very wild,(;) Addicted so and so,(;) and there put on him 20 What forgeries you please,(;) marry<,> none so rank As may dishonour him,(;) take heed of that,(:) But sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips, As are companions noted and most known To youth and liberty. Reynaldo As gaming my lord. Polonius 25 Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, Quarrelling, drabbing,(.) you may go so far. Reynaldo My lord{,} that would dishonour him. Polonius Faith <no,> as you may season it in the charge.(;) You must not put another scandal on him, 30 That he is open to incontinency,(;) That's not my meaning,(:) but breathe his faults so quaintly That they may seem the taints of liberty,(;) The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed (unreclaim'd) blood, 35 Of general assault. Reynaldo But my good lord. Polonius Wherefore should you do this? Reynaldo I my lord, I would know that. Polonius Marry sir, here's my drift, 40 And I believe it is a fetch of wit (warrant),(:) You laying these slight sullies on my son<,> As 'twere a thing a little soil'd with (i' th') working,(:) Mark you, your party in converse, him you would sound<,> Having ever seen<.> in the prenominate crimes 45 The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured He closes with you in this consequence,(:) Good sir, {(}or so,{)} or friend, or gentleman,(.) According to the phrase{,} or (and) the addition Of man and country. Reynaldo Very good my lord. Polonius 50 And then, sir, does he this,(?) he does,(:) what was I about to say? {By the mass,} I was about to say something.(:) Where did I leave? Reynaldo At closes in the consequence.<:> <At friend, or so, and gentleman.> Polonius 55 At closes in the consequence, I marry, He closes <with you> thus,(.) I know the gentleman, I saw him yesterday, or th' other day,<;> Or then{.} or then; with such or (and) such,(;) and as you say, There was a(he) gaming<,> there{, or tooke} <o'ertook> in's rouse, 60 There falling out at tennis,(;) or perchance, I saw him enter such a house of sale,(;) Videlicet, a brothel, or so forth,(.) see you now,(;) Your bait of falsehood take<s> this carp (cape) of truth,(;) And thus do we of wisdom{,} and of reach{,} 65 With windlasses, and with assays of bias, By indirections find directions out,(:) So by my former lecture and advice Shall you my son(;) you have me, have you not? Reynaldo My lord{,} I have. Polonius God be wi' you(;) fare you well. Reynaldo 70 Good my lord. Polonius Observe his inclination in yourself. Reynaldo I shall my lord. Polonius And let him ply his music. Reynaldo Well<,> my lord. Exit {Reynaldo}. Enter Ophelia. Polonius 75 Farewell! How now Ophelia, what's the matter? Ophelia {O, my lord,} <Alas> my lord, I have been so affrighted,(.) Polonius With what {i' th'} <, in the> name of God (Heaven)? Ophelia My lord, as I was sewing in my closet (chamber), Lord Hamlet with his doublet all unbraced, 80 No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle, Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport<,> As if he had been loosed out of hell<,> 85 To speak of horrors,(:) he comes before me. Polonius Mad for thy love? Ophelia My lord<,> I do not know,(:) But truly I do fear it. Polonius What said he? Ophelia He took me by the wrist, and held me hard,(;) Then goes he to the length of all his arm,(;) 90 And, with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face<,> As he would draw it,(.) long stay'd he so, At last, a little shaking of mine arm,(:) And thrice his head thus waving up and down,(;) 95 He raised a sigh so piteous and profound<,> As (that) it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being;(.) that done, he lets me go, And, with (thrice) his head over his shoulder<s> tum'd, He seem'd to find his way without his eyes, 100 For out o' doors he went without their help{s},(;) And to the last, bended their light on me. Polonius {Come,} go with me, I will go seek the king, This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself, 105 And leads the will to desperate undertakings<,> As oft as any passion(s) under heaven<,> That does afflict our natures:(.) I am sorry, What, have you given him any hard words of late? Ophelia No, my good lord,(:) but as you did command<,> 110 I did repel his letters, and denied His access to me. Polonius That hath made him mad. I am sorry that with better heed (speed) and judgment I had not coted {*} him,(.) I feare{d} he did but trifle<,> {* quoted Ed.} And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy: 115 {By heaven} <It seems> it is as proper to our age<,> To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions, As it is common for the younger sort To lack discretion;(.) come, go we to the king, This must be known, which, being kept close{,} might move 120 More grief to hide than hate to utter love,(.) {Come.} Exeunt. <SCENA SECUNDA.> {Flourish.} Enter King<,> {and} Queen, Rosencrantz <, and> Guildenstern, <cum aliis>. King Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,(.) Moreover that we much did long to see you, The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending,(.) something have you heard 5 Of Hamlet's transformation,(:) so <I> call it, {Sith nor} <Since not> the exterior, nor the inward man Resembles that it was,(.) what it should be(,) More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from the understanding of himself, 10 I cannot dream (deeme) of:(.) I entreat you both<,> That, being of so young days brought up with him,(:) And sith (since) so neighbour'd to his youth and havior (humour), That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court Some little time,(:) so by your companies 15 To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather So much as from occasion<s> you may glean, {Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus,} That, open'd, lies within our remedy. Queen Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you, 20 And sure I am two men there is (are) not living<,> To whom he more adheres,(.) if it will please you To show us so much gentry and good will, As to expend your time with us awhile, For the supply and profit of our hope, 25 Your visitation shall receive such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Rosencrantz Both your majesties Might, by the sovereign power you have of us, Put your dread pleasures more into command 30 Than to entreaty. Guildenstern {But} we both obey.(,) And here give up ourselves, in the full bent, To lay our service<s> freely at your feet<,> To be commanded. King Thanks, Rosencrantz, and gentle Guildenstern. Queen 35 Thanks, Guildenstern{,} and gentle Rosencrantz. And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son,(.) go some of you<,> And bring these (the) gentlemen where Hamlet is. Guildenstern Heavens make our presence and our practises 40 Pleasant and helpful to him. <Exit.> Queen {Ay} amen! {Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.} Enter Polonius. Polonius The ambassadors from Norway<,> my good lord, Are joyfully return'd. King Thou still hast been the father of good news. Polonius Have I, my lord? {I} assure <you,> my good liege<,> 45 I hold my duty<,> as I hold my soul, Both to my God, and (one) to my gracious king;(:) And I do think, or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy<,> so sure As it (I) hath (have) used to do,(:) that I have found 50 The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. King O, speak of that, that do (I) I (do) long to hear. Polonius Give first admittance to the ambassadors, My news shall be the fruit (newes) to that great feast. King Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. +Exit Polonius.+ 55 He tells me, my dear (sweet) Gertrude (queene,) <that> he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper. Queen I doubt it is no other but the main<,> His father's death, and our hastie (o'erhasiy) marriage. Enter Ambassadors (Polonius, Voltimand and Cornelius). King Well, we shall sift him,(.) welcome, {my} good friends,(?) 60 Say Voltimand, what from our brother Norway? Voltimand Most fair return of greetings and desires;(.) Upon our first, he sent out to suppress His nephew's levies, which to him appear'd To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack,(:) 65 But, better look'd into, he truly found It was against your highness, whereat grieved<,> That so his sickness, age, and impotence Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests On Fortinbras, which he <(>in brief<)> obeys, 70 Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine, Makes vow before his unde<,> never more To give the assay of arms against your majesty:(.) Whereon old Norway<,> overcome with joy, Gives him three(-score) thousand crowns in annual fee, 75 And his commission to employ those soldiers So levied {(}as before)(,) against the Polack,(:) With an entreaty, herein further shown {*}, {* shone 2ë× } +He gives a paper+ That it might please you to give quiet pass Through your dominions for this (his) enterprise<,> 80 On such regards of safety and allowance<,> As therein are set down. King It likes us well,(:) And at our more consider'd time{,} well read, Answer, and think upon this business:(.) Meantime we thank you<,> for your well-took labour: 85 Go to your rest, at night we'll feast together,(.) Most welcome home. {Exeunt Ambassadors} <Exit ambass.> Polonius This business is <very> well ended. My liege<,> and madam, to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day,(:) night, night,(;) and time is time, 90 Were nothing but to waste night, day and time,(.) Therefore<, since> brevity is the soul of wit. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief,(.) your noble son is mad: Mad call I it,(:) for, to define true madness, 95 What is 't but to be nothing else but mad,(.) But let that go. Queen More matter<,> with less art. Polonius Madam, I swear I use no art at all,(:) That he is mad<,> 'tis true,(:) 'tis true{,} 'tis pity, And pity {'tis 'tis} <it is> true,(:) a foolish figure, 100 But farewell it,(:) for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then,(;) and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect,(;) For this effect defective comes by cause:(,) 105 Thus it remains, and the remainder thus<.> Perpend.(,) I have a daughter,(:) have while she is mine, Who in her duty and obedience, mark, Hath given me this,(:) now gather<,> and surmise,(.) <The Letter.> 110 To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia,(.) That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase, beautified is a vile phrase,(:) but you shall heart{:} thus (these) in her excellent white bosom, these {&c}. Queen 115 Came this from Hamlet to her?(.) Polonius Good madam stay awhile, I will be faithful,(.) {Letter.} Doubt thou<,> the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move,(:) Doubt truth to be a liar, 120 But never doubt<,> I love. ï dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers,(:) I have not art to reckon my groans,(;) but that I love thee best, Ï most best believe it, adieu. 124 Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him.(,) Hamlet. Polonius This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown (shew'd) me,(:) And more about (above) hath his soliciting{s}, As they fell out by time, by means, and place, All given to mine ear. King 130 But how hath she received his love? Polonius What do you think of me? King As of a man faithful and honourable. Polonius I would fain prove so,(.) but what might you think<?> When I had seen this hot love on the wing, 135 As I perceived it<,> {(}I must tell you that{)} Before my daughter told me{,} what might you{,} Or my dear majesty your queen here<,> think, If I had play'd the desk or table-book, Or given my heart a working (winking,) mute and dumb, 140 Or look'd upon this love<,> with idle sight, What might you think? no, I went round to work, And <(>my young mistress<)> thus I did bespeak{,} Lord Hamlet is a prince out of thy star, This must not be: and then<,> I prescripts (precepts) gave her<,> 145 That she should lock herself from her (his) resort, Admit no messengers, receive no tokens,(:) Which done, she took the fruits of my advice:(,) And he repelled (repulsed), a short tale to make, Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, 150 Thence to a wath (watch), thence into a weakness, Thence to <a> lightness, and by this declension{,} Into the madness wherein (whereon) now he raves, And all we mourn (waile) for. King Do you think <'tis> this? Queen It may be very like<ly>. Polonius 155 Hath there been such a time, I'd fain know that, That I have positively said, 'tis so, When it proved otherwise? King Not that I know. Polonius Take this{,} from this, if this be otherwise;(,) If circumstances, lead me, I will find 160 Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed Within the centre. King How may we try it further? Polonius You know, sometimes he walks four hours together Here in the lobby. Queen So he does (ha's) indeed. Polonius At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him, 165 Be you and I behind an arras then, Mark the encounter,(:) if he love her not, And be not from his reason fall'n thereon<;> Let me be no assistant for a state<,> But (And) keep a farm and carters. King We will try it. Enter Hamlet <reading on a book>. Queen 170 But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. Polonius Away{,} I do beseech you<,> both away, I'll board him presently,(.) Exit King and Queen. o, give me leave,(.) How does my good Lord Hamlet? Hamlet Well, God-a-mercy. Polonius 175 Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet Excellent<, excellent> well,(:) you are a fishmonger. Polonius Not I my lord. Hamlet Then I would you were so honest a man. Polonius Honest<,> my lord.(?) Hamlet 180 Ay sir<,> to be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten (two) thousand. Polonius That's very true<,> my lord. Hamlet For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing carrion.(-) Have you a daughter? Polonius 185 I have my lord. Hamlet Let her not walk i' th' sun,(:) conception is a blessing, but <not> as your daughter may conceive,(.) friend, look to 't. Polonius 189 How say you by that,(?) still harping on my daughter,(:) yet he knew me not at first,(;) he said I was a fishmonger,(:) he is far<re> gone, <farre gone:> and truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love,(:) very near this. I'll speak to him again. What do you read my lord.(?) Hamlet 195 Words, words, words. Polonius What is the matter<,> my lord.(?) Hamlet Between who.(?) Polonius I mean, the matter {that you read} <you mean,> my lord. Hamlet 200 Slanders sir;(:) for the satirical rogue (slave) says here, that old men have grey beards,(;) that their faces are wrinkled,(;) their eyes purging thick amber, and (or) plum-tree gum,(:) and that they have a plentiful lack (locke) of wit, together with most weak hams,(.) all which sir<,> though I (most) powerfully<,> and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down,(:) for yourself (you your selfe) sir, {shall grow} <should be> old as I am:(,) if like a crab you could go backward. Polonius +Aside+ 210 Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't,(:) will you walk out of the air my lord? Hamlet Into my grave. Polonius Indeed that is out of the air;(:) how pregnant some- times his replies are,(?) a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanctity (sanity) could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him <, and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him> and my daughter. My <honourable> lord, <I> will <most humbly> take my leave of you. Hamlet 220 You cannot<, sir,> take from me any thing<,> that I will (not) more willingly part withal:(,) except my life, {except my life, except} my life. {Enter Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.} Polonius Fare you well my lord. Hamlet These tedious old fools. Polonius 225 You go to seek the (my) lord Hamlet,(;) there he is. <Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.> Rosencrantz God save you sir. +Exit Polonius+ Guildenstern My honoured lord.(?) Rosencrantz My most dear lord.(?) Hamlet 229 My extent (excellent) good friends,(?) how dost thou, Guildenstem? A(O)h, Rosencrantz,(;) good lads<:> how do you both? Rosencrantz As the indifferent children of the earth. Guildenstern Happy, in that we are not overhappy<:> on for- tune's lap (cap). We are not the very button. Hamlet 235 Nor the soles of her shoe.(?) Rosencrantz Neither my lord. Hamlet Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours.(?) Guildenstern Faith<,> her privates<,> we. Hamlet 240 In the secret parts of fortune,(?) Ï most true.(J she is a strumpet,(.) What<'s the> news? Rosencrantz None my lord,(;) but <that> the world's grown honest. Hamlet 244 Then is doomsday near,(:) but your news is not true;(.) <Let me question more in particular: what have you my good friends, deserved at the hands of for- tune, that she sends you to prison hither? Guildenstern Prison, my lord? Hamlet Denmark's a prison. Rosencrantz 250 Then is the world one. Hamlet A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards and dungeons; Denmark being one o' th' worst. Rosencrantz We think not so my lord. Hamlet 255 Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison. Rosencrantz Why then your ambition makes it one: 'tis too narrow for your mind. Hamlet 260 O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell, and count myself a king of infinite space; were it not that I have bad dreams. Guildenstern Which dreams indeed are ambition: for the very substance of the ambitious, is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet 266 á dream itself is but a shadow. Rosencrantz Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow. Hamlet 270 Then are our beggars bodies; and our monarchs and outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows: shall we to th' court: for, by my fay I cannot reason? Both We'll wait upon you. Hamlet 274 No such matter. I will not sort you with the rest of my servants: for, to speak to you like an honest man: I am most dreadfully attended;> But, in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore? Rosencrantz 278 To visit you my lord, no other occasion. Hamlet Beggar that I am, I am euer (even) poor in thanks,(:) but I thank you,(:) and sure dear friends{,} my thanks are too dear a halfpenny:(;) were you not sent for? is it your own inclining? is it a free visitation? come, {come} deal justly with me,(:) come, come,(;) nay speak. Guildenstern 285 What should we say my lord? Hamlet <Why> any thing, but to th' purpose:(;) you were sent for,(;) and there is a kind {of} confession in your looks.(;) which your modesties have not craft enough to colour, I know the good king and queen have sent for you. Rosencrantz 290 To what end my lord? Hamlet That you must teach me: but let me conjure you, by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved love;(,) and by what more dear a better proposer can (could) charge you withal,(;) be even and direct with me<,> whether you were sent for or no? Rosencrantz What say you.(?) Hamlet Nay, then, I have an eye of you?(:) if you love me hold not off. Guildenstern 300 My lord<,> we were sent for. Hamlet 301 I will tell you why,(;) so shall my anticipation pre- vent your discovery{,} and (of) your secrecy to the king & queen<:> moult no feather, I have of lat, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise{s}:(;) and indeed it goes so heavily (heauently) with my disposition,(;) that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory,(;) this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging {firmament}, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,(:) why<,> it {appeareth nothing} <appeares no other thing> to me<,> but (then) a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What <a> piece of work is a man,(!) how noble in reason,(?) how infi- nite in facult{ies}<y>,(?) in form and moving how ex- press and admirable<?> in action, how like an an- gel<?> in apprehension, how like a god:(?) the beauty of the world;(,) the paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust:(?) Man delights not me,(;) <no,> nor wome(a)n neither, though by your smiling{,} you seem to say so. Rosencrantz 321 My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Hamlet Why did you laugh (then), when I said<,> man delights not me.(?) Rosencrantz 324 To think<,> my lord<,> if you delight not in man, what lenten entertainment the players shall receive from you,(:) we coted them on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service. Hamlet 328 He that plays the king shall be welcomes;) his majesty shall have tribute on (of) me,(:) the adventur- ous knight shall use his foil and target,(:) the lover shall not sigh gratis, the humourous man shall end his part in peace,(:) <the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled Ï' th' sere:> and the lady shall say her mind freely:(;) or the black (blank) verse shall halt for 't.(:) what players are they? Rosencrantz 336 Even those you were wont to take (such) delight in<,> the tragedians of the city. Hamlet 339 How chances it they travel? their residence both in reputation<,> and profit was better both ways. Rosencrantz 341 I think their inhibition{,} comes by the means of the late innovation(?) Hamlet Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city;(?) are they so followed.(?) Rosencrantz 345 No indeed<,> are (they) they (are) not. <Hamlet How comes it? do they grow rusty? Rosencrantz Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question; and are most tyranni- cally clapped for 't: these are now the fashion, and so be-rattled {*} the common stages (so they call them) that many wearing rapiers, are afraid of goose-quills, and dare scarce come thither. {* berattle, 2æ } Hamlet 354 What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say after- wards if they should grow themselves to common players (as it is like most, if their means are no bet- ter) their writers do them wrong, to make them ex- claim against their own succession. Rosencrantz 361 Faith, there has been much to do on both sides: and the nation holds it no sin, to tarre them to con- troversy. There was for a while, no money bid for argument, unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the question. Hamlet 366 Is 't possible? Guildenstern ï there has been much throwing about of brains. Hamlet Do the boys carry it away? Rosencrantz 370 Ay that they do my lord. Hercules and his load too.> Hamlet It is not {very} strange,(:) for mine uncle is king of Denmark, and those that would make mouths (mowes) at him while my father lived,(;) give twenty, forty, {fifty,} an hundred ducats apiece, for his picture in little,(.) {'Sblood,{ there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. A flourish <for the Plays.> Guildenstern 378 There are the players. Hamlet Gentlemen<,> you are welcome to Elsinore,(:) your hands<,> come {then},(:) th' appurtenance of wel- come<,> is fashion and ceremony;(.) let me comply with you in this (the) garb:(,) {let me} <lest my> extent to the players{,} <(>which, I tell you, must show fairly outward,()) should more appear like entertainment than yours?(.) you are welcome: but my uncle-father, and aunt-mother<,> are deceived. Guildenstern 386 In what, my dear lord? Hamlet I am but mad north-north-west;(:) when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. Enter Polonius. Polonius 390 Well be with you, gentlemen. Hamlet Hark you, Guildenstem, and you too,(:) at each ear a hearer,(:) that great baby you see there<,> is not yet out of his swaddling (swathing) clouts. Rosencrantz 394 Haply (Happily) he's the second time come to them,(:) for they say<,> an old man is twice a child. Hamlet I will prophesy,(.) he comes to tell me of the play- ers,(.) mark it.(,) You say right sir,(: for) a Monday morning<,> 'twas then (so) indeed. Polonius My lord, I have news to tell you. Hamlet 400 My lord, I have news to tell you:(.) when Roscius {was} an actor in Rome.(-) Polonius The actors are come hither my lord. Hamlet Buz, buz. Polonius Upon mine honour. Hamlet 405 Then came (can) each actor on his ass.(-) Polonius The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral,(:) pastoral-comical,(-)historical- pastoral, <tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical- pastoral>,(:) scene individable, or poem unlimited,(.) Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light<,> for the law of writ, and the liberty:(.) these are the only men. Hamlet 413 ï Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou? Polonius What a treasure had he<,> my lord? Hamlet Why one fair daughters<,> and no more, the which he loved passing well. Polonius Still on my daughter. Hamlet 419 Am I not i' th' right old Jephthah? Polonius If you call me Jephthah my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing well. Hamlet Nay that follows not. Polonius 423 What follows then<,> my lord? Hamlet Why, As by lot, God wot, and then you know<,> It came to pass, as most like it was;(:) the first row of the pious (pons) chanson will show you more,(.) for look{,} where my abridgement<s> come{s}. Enter the (four or five) Players. <Hamlet> 429 You are welcome masters, welcome all,(.) I am glad to see thee well.(,) welcome, good friends,(.) Ï <my> old friend,(?) (why) thy face is valenced (valiant) since I saw thee last,(:) com'st thou to beard me in Denmark? what, my young lady and mis- tress,(?) by (by'r) lady your ladyship is nearer {to} heaven than when I saw you last<,> by the altitude of a chopine,(.) pray God, your voice like apiece of uncurrent gold{,} be not cracked within the ring:(.) masters, you are all welcome,(:) we'll e'en to't like friendly (French) Fankners (falconers), fly at any thing we see,(:) we'll have a speech straight,(.) come give us a taste of your quality,(:) come a passionate speech. <First> player 444 What speech<,> my {good} lord? Hamlet I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted,(:) or if it was, not above once, for the play I remember pleased not the million, 'twas caviare to the general,(:) but it was <(>as I received it<,> & others, whose judgement{s} in such mat- ters<,> cried in the top of mine,()) an excellent play,(:) well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty<,> as cunning. I remember, one said there were (was) no sallets in the lines, to make the matter savoury,(,) nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affec<ta>tion, but called it an honest method,(.) {as wholesome as sweet, & by very much, more handsome than fine:} one <cheefe> speech in 't<,> I chiefly loved, 'twas Aeneas' talke (tale) to Dido, & thereabout of it especially<,> when (where) he speaks of Priam's slaughter,(.) if it live in your memory<,> begin at this line, let me see, let me see,(:) The rugged Pyrrhus like the Hyrcanian beast, 'tis not so,(:) it begins with Pyrrhus{,} 465 the rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms<,> Black as his purpose<,> did the night resemble When he lay couched in the ominous horse, Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd<,> With heraldry more dismal<:> head to foot{,} 470 Now is he total (to take) gules<,> horridly trick'd With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Baked and impasted with the parching streets<,> That lend a tyrannous<,> and {a} damned light To their {lord's murder} <vilde Murthers>, roasted wrath and fire, 475 And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore, With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks;(.) {so proceed you.} Polonius 'Fore God<,> my lord<,> well spoken, with good ac- cent<,> and good discretion. <First> player Anon he finds him, Striking too short at Greeks,(.) his antique sword<,> Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls{,} Repugnant to command;(:) unequal match{ed}, 485 Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide,(:) But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword, The unnerved father falls:(.) <Then senseless Ilium,> Seeming to feel this (his) blow, with flaming top Stoops to his base;(,) and with a hideous crash 490 Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear,(.) for, lo! his sword, Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick,(:) So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood<,> <And> like a neutral to his will and matter, 495 Did nothing:(.) But as we often see, against some storm, A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still, The bold winds speechless, and the orb below As hush as death,(:) anon the dreadful thunder 500 Doth rend the region,(.) so after Pyrrhus' pause, Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work. And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall{,} On Mars's armour forged for proof eterne, With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword 505 Now falls on Priam. Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune, all you gods, In general synod take away her power,(:) Break all the spokes{,} and follies (fallies) {*} from her wheel, {* fellies Ed.} And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven<,> 510 As low as to the fiends. Polonius This is too long. Hamlet It shall to the barber's<,> with your beard;(.) prithee say on,(:) he's for a jig, or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps,(.) say on,(;) come to Hecuba. <First> player 515 But who, {ah woe} <O who,> had seen the mobled (inobled) queen,(.) Hamlet The mobled (inobled) queen.(?) Polonius That's good.(:) <Inobled Queen is good.> <First> player Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flame{s} 520 With bison rehume (rheum),(:) a clout upon (about) that head<,> Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe{,} About her lank and all o'er-teemed loins, A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up,(.) Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd, 525 Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounced;(?) But if the gods themselves did see her then, When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport In mincing with his sword her husband<s> limbs, The instant burst of clamour that she made{,} 530 <(>Unless things mortal move them not at all,()) Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven<,> And passion in the gods. Polonius Look whether he has not turned his colour, and has tears in's eyes,(.) prithee (pray you) no more. Hamlet 535 'Tis well, I'll have thee speak out the rest<,> (of this) soon,(.) Good my lord<,> will you see the players well bestowed;(.) do you hear, let them be well used,(:) for they are the abstract<s> and brief chronicles of the time;(.) after your death<,> you were better have a bad epitaph<,> than their ill report while you live (liued). Polonius 541 My lord, I will use them according to their desert. Hamlet God's bod<y>kin<s> man, {much} better,(.) use every man after his desert, & who shall (should) 'scape whipping,(:) use them after your own honour and dignity,(.) the less they deserve<,> the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in. Polonius Come sirs. <Exit Polonius.> Hamlet 550 Follow him friends,(:) we'll hear a play tomorrow;(.) dost thou hear me old friend, can you play the Mur- der of Gonzago? +First+ player Ay my lord. Hamlet 554 We'll hate (ha 't) tomorrow night,(.) you could for <a> need, study a speech of some dosen {lines,} or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in 't,(?) could you not? +First+ player Ay my lord. Hamlet 559 Very well,(.) follow that lord, & look you mock him not. My good friends, I'll leave you tell (til) night{,} you are welcome to Elsinore.(?) {Exeunt Polonius and Players.} Rosencrantz Good my lord. Exeunt. <Manet Hamlet.> Hamlet Ay so, God buy {to}you, now I am alone,(.) O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I.(?) 565 Is it not monstrous that this player here<,> But in a fiction, in a dream of passion<,> Could force his soul so to his own (whole) conceit<,> That from her working all the (his) visage waned (warm'd),(;) Tears in his eyes, distraction ins aspect, 570 A broken voice, an (and) his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing,(?) For Hecuba.(?) What's Hecuba to him, or he to her (Hecuba), That he should weep for her? what would he do<,> 575 Had he the motive{,} and that (the cue) for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,(:) Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed<,> 580 The very facult{ies}<y> of eyes and ears;(.) yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal<,> peak{,} Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing;(:) no<,> not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life, 585 A damn'd defeat was made:(.) Am I a coward,(?) Who calls me villain,(?) breaks my pate across,(?) Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face,(?) Tweaks me by the nose,(?) gives me the lie i' th' throat<,> As deep as to the lungs,(?) who does me this,(?) 590 Ha,(?) 'swounds (why) I should take it: for it cannot be<,> But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this<,> I should a (have) fatted all the region kites With this' slave's offal, bloo(u)dy,(:) <a> bawdy villain, 595 Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, landless villain.(!) <O, vengeance!> Why (Who?) what an ass am I,(? I sure,) this is most brave. That I, the son of a (the) dear {*} murder'd, {* dear father 3ë×} Prompted to my revenge by heaven<t> and hell, 600 Must <(>like a whore<)> unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing like a very drab;(.) A stallyon <scullion),(?) fie upon 't,(:) foh. {*} {* 601-602 ÓÔÒÏËÉ × 2ë× ÐÏÍÅÓÔÉÌÉÓØ × ÏÄÎÏÊ ÓÔÒÏËÅ.} About my brain{s};<.> {hum,} I have heard, That guilty creatures sitting at a play, 605 Have by the very cunning of the scene, Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions:(.) For murder, though it have no tongue<,> will speak With most miraculous organ:(.) I'll have these players 610 Play something like the murder of my father<,> Before mine uncle,(.) I'll observe his looks, I'll tent him to the quick,(:j if he do (but) blench I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be a (the) deale (devil), and the deale (devil) hath power 615 To assume a pleasing shape, yea{,} and perhaps<,> Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me;(.) I'll have grounds More relative than this,(:) the play 's the thing<t> 620 Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. Exit. +ACT 3+ +SCENE 1+ Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, <and> Lords. King An<d> can you, by no drift of conference (circumstance) Get from him why he puts on this confusion,(:) Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?(.) Rosencrantz 5 He does confess he feels himself distracted, But from what cause he will by no means speak. Guildenstern Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof<:> When we would bring him on to some confession 10 Of his true state. Queen Did he receive you well? Rosencrantz Most like a gentleman. Guildenstern But with much forcing of his disposition. Rosencrantz Niggard of question, but, of our demands Most free in his reply. Queen 15 Did you assay him to any pastime? Rosencrantz Madam, it so fell out<,> that certain players We o'erraught (orewrought) on the way,(:) of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To {hear} of it: they are about the court, 20 And <(>as I think,()> they have already order This night to play before him. Polonius 'Tis most true,(:) And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties To hear<,> and see the matter. King With all my heart, And it doth much content me 25 To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen<,> give him a further edge, And drive his purpose {into these delights.} <on To these delights.> Rosencrantz We shall my lord. Exeunt (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern}. King Sweet Gertrude, leave us two (too), 30 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he<,> as 'twere by accident, may here (there) Affront Ophelia;(.) Her father and myself{,} <(lawful espials)> We'll (Will) so bestow ourselves, that seeing unseen{,} 35 We may of their encounter frankly judge, And gather by him, as he is behaved, If 't be the affliction of his love<,> or no<.> That thus he suffers for. Queen I shall obey you.(,) And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish 40 That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet's wildness,(:) so shall I hope your virtues{,} Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. Ophelia Madam, I wish it may. Polonius Ophelia, walk you here,(.) gracious, so please you{,} 45 We will bestow ourselves;(:) read on this book, That show of such an exercise may colour Your lowlines (loneliness);(.) we are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much proved, that with devotions visage<,> And pious action, we do sugar (surge) o'er 50 The devil himself. King O, 'tis {too} true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience.(?) The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word:(.) 55 ï heavy burthen.(!) {Enter Hamlet.} Polonius I hear him coming, <let's> withdraw my lord. <Exeunt. Enter Hamlet. > Hamlet To be, or not to be, that is the question,(:) Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 60 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them,(:) to die<,> to sleep No more,(:) and by a sleep<,> to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to;(?) 'tis a consummation 65 Devoutly to be wish'd<.> to die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to dream,(;) ay<,> there's the rub, For in that sleep of death<,> what dreams may come<,> When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause,(.) there's the respect 70 That makes calamity of so long life: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud (poore) man's contumely, The pangs of despised (dispriz'd) love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns 75 That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would <these> fardel<e>s bear{,} To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, 80 The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns,(.) puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of. Thus conscience does make cowards <of us all>. 85 And thus the native hue of resolution Is sickl<i>ed o'er<,> with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pit{c}h and moment, With this regard their currents turn awry (away), And lose the name of action. Soft you now, 90 The fair Ophelia,(?) Nymph<,> in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. Ophelia Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? Hamlet I humbly thank you<:> well<, well, well>. Ophelia My lord, I have remembrances of yours<,> 95 That I have longed long to re-deliver,(.) I pray you<,> now receive them. Hamlet No, {not I} <no>, I never gave you aught. Ophelia My honour'd lord, you (I) know right well you did, And with them words of so sweet breath composed<t> 100 As made these (the) things more rich, their (then) perfume lost (left),(:) Take these again, for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor<,> when givers prove unkind. There my lord. Hamlet Ha, ha,(:) are you honest.(?) Ophelia 105 My lord. Hamlet Are you fair? Ophelia What means your lordship? Hamlet That if you be honest & fair, you<r honesty> should admit no discourse to your beauty. Ophelia 110 Could beauty my lord<,> have better commerce than with (your) honesty? Hamlet Ay, truly,(:) for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what {it} is<,> to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his like- ness,(.) this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof,(.) I did love you once. Ophelia 117 Indeed my lord<,> you made me believe so. Hamlet You should not have believed me,(.) for virtue can- not so euocutat (inoculate) our old stock, but we shall relish of it,(.) I loved you not. Ophelia I was the more deceived. Hamlet 122 Get thee <to> a nunnery,(.) why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners,(?) I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not bome me:(.) I am very proud, reven- geful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in{,} imagination<,> to give them shape, or time to act them in:(.) what should such fellows as I do<,> crawling between earth (heauen) and heaven (earth)? We are arrant knaves, <all;> believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Ophelia 132 At home<,> my lord. Hamlet Let the doors be shut upon him, That he may play the fool nowhere (no way) but in 's own house,(.) Farewell. Ophelia 135 ï help him<,> you sweet heavens. Hamlet If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowiy,(.) be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny;(.) get thee to a nunnery,(. Go,) farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool,(:) for wise men know well enough<,> what monsters you make of them:(.) to a nunnery go, and quickly too,(.) farewell. Ophelia 142 <O> Heavenly powers<,> restore him. Hamlet I have heard of your paintings (pratlings too,) well enough,(.) God hath (has) given you one face <pace), and you make yourselves (your selfe) another,;:) you jig (gidge,) & (you) amble, and you list (lisp), and nick- name God's creatures, and make your wantonness <, your> ignorance;(.) go to, I'll no more on 't, it hath made me mad,(.) I say<,> we will have no more marriage<s>,(.) those that are married already, all but one shall live, the rest shall keep as they are:<.) to a nunnery<,> go. Exit. Ophelia 152 ï what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!(?) The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's,(:) eye, tongue, sword; The expectation (expectancy){,} and rose of the fair state, 155 The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers, quite<,> quite down,(.) And (Have) I of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his musicke{d} vows;(:) Now see what (that) noble<v>and most sovereign reasons 160 Like sweet bells jangled, out of time (tune), and harsh, That unmatch'd form{,} and stature (feature) of blown youth<,> Blasted with ecstasy,(.) Ï woe is me<,> To have seen what I have seen,(:) see what I see. {Exit.} Enter King<,> and Polonius. King Love,(?) his affections do not that way tend, 165 Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, Was not like madness,(.) there's something in his soul<?> O'er which his melancholy sits on brood, And I do doubt{,} the hatch-v and the disclose Will be some danger;(,) which {for} to prevent{,} 170 I have in quick determination Thus set it down?.) he shall with speed to England{,} For the demand of our neglected tribute(:) Haply the seasu and countries different{,} With variable objects, shall expel 175 This something-settled matter in his heart,(:) Whereon his brains still beating<,> Puts him thus from fashion of himself. What think you on't? Polonius It shall do well. But yet do I believe the origin and commencement of his (this) grief{,} 180 Sprung from neglected love:(.) How now Ophelia? You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said, We heard it all:(.) my lord, do as you please, But if you hold it fit{,} after the play, Let his queen mother all alone entreat him 185 To show his grief (Greefes),(:) let her be round with him, And I'll be placed {(}so<,> please you{)} in the ear Of all their conference,(.) if she find him not, To England send him: or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think. King It shall be so,(:) 190 Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. Exeunt. +SCENE 2+ Enter Hamlet, and <two or> three of the Players. Hamlet Speak the speech, I pray you<,> as I pronoun'd (pronounced) it to you{,} trippingly on the tongue,(:) but if you mouth it<,> as many of our (your) players do, I had as lief the town-crier <had> spoke my lines,<:) nor do not saw the air too much (with) your hand thus, but use all gently,(:) for in the very tor- rent, tempest, and <(>as I may say,() the) whirlwind of (your) passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance{,} that may give it smoothness,(.) o, it offends me to the soul, to hear (see) a robustious periwig-pated fellow<,> tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing<,> but in- explicable dumbshows, and noise: I would (could) have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Terma- gant,(:) it out-herods Herod,(.) pray you, avoid it. Player 16 I warrant your honour. Hamlet Be not too tame neither,(:) but let your own dis- cretion be your tutor,(.) suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special obseru- ance,(:) that you o'erstep (ore-stop) not the modesty of nature:(;) For any thing so overdone, is from the purpose of playing, whose end both at the first, and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature,(:) to show virtue her own feature;(,) scorn her <own> image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure:(.) Now<,> this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make(s) the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve,(;) the censure of <the> which one, must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O<,> there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praysd (praise), and that highly{,} <(>not to speak it profanely,()) that nei- ther having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, {n}or man (Norman), have so strutted & bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Player 37 I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us<, sir>. Hamlet O, reform it altogether,(.) and let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them,(.) for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered.(:) that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it:(.) go make you ready. <Exeunt Players. Enter Polonius, Guildenstern and Rosencrantz.> 46 How now, my lord! Will the king hear this piece of work? (Enter Polonius, Guildenstern, & Rosencrantz.) Polonius And the queen too, and that presently. Hamlet Bid the players make haste. <Exit Polonius.> 50 Will you two help to hasten them? Rosencrantz (Both We will) {Ay} my lord. Exeunt {they two}. <Enter Horatio.> Hamlet What ho, Horatio.(?) {Enter Horatio.} Horatio Here, sweet lord, at your service. Hamlet Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man 55 As e'er my conversation coped withal. Horatio O, my dear lord. <Hamlet> Nay, do not think I flatter,(:) For what advancement may I hope from thee<,> That no revenue hast<,> but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee,(.) why should the poor be flatter'd? 60 No, let the candied tongue<,> lick (like) absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee<,> Where thrift may follow fawning (faining);(?) dost thou hear, Since my dear soul was mistress of her (my) choice, And could of men distinguish<,> her election{,} 65 S'hath (Hath) seal'd thee for herself, for thou hast been As one in suffering all<,> that suffers nothing,(.) A man that fortune's buffets<,> and rewards Hast (Hath) ta'en with equal thanks;(.) and blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commenddled (commingled), 70 That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger<,> To sound what stop she please:(.) Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core,(:) ay<,> in my heart of heart<,> As I do thee. Something too much of this,(.) 75 There is a play tonight before the king, One scene of it comes near the circumstance Which I have told thee of my father's death,(.) I prithee<,> when thou seest that act afoot, Even with the very comment of thy (my) soul 80 Observe mine uncle,(:) if his occulted guilt<,> Do not itself unkennel in one speech, It is a damned ghost that we have seen,(:) And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. Give him h<n>eedful note, 85 For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,(:) And after we will both our judgments join<,> In (To) censure of his seeming. Horatio Well my lord,(.) If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing<,> And 'scape detected (detecting), I will pay the theft. Enter {Trumpets and Kettle Drums,} King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, <Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others Lords attendant with his guard earring Torches. Danish March. Sound a flourish.> Hamlet 90 They are coming to the play.(:) I must be idle,(.) Get you a place. King How fares our cousin Hamlet? Hamlet Excellent i' faith, Of the chameleon's dish, I eat the air<,> Promise-crammed, you cannot feed capons so. King 95 I have nothing with this answer Hamlet, these words are not mine. Hamlet No, nor mine<.> now my lord.(,) You played once i' th' university<,> you say? Polonius That did (I) I (did) my lord, and was accounted a good actor. Hamlet 101 <And> What did you enact? Polonius I did enact Julius Caesar, I was killed i' th' Capitol,(:) Brutus killed me. Hamlet It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there,(.) Be the players ready? Rosencrantz 106 Ay my lord, they stay upon your patience. Queen Come hither my dear (good) Hamlet, sit by me. Hamlet No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. Polonius Oh ho, do you mark that.(?) Hamlet 110 Lady<,> shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia No my lord. <Hamlet I mean, my head upon your lap? Ophelia Ay my lord.> Hamlet Do you think I meant country matters? Ophelia 115 I think nothing<,> my lord. Hamlet That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia What is my lord? Hamlet Nothing. Ophelia 120 You are merry, my lord.(?) Hamlet Who I? Ophelia Ay my lord. Hamlet ï God<,> your only jig-maker,(:) what should a man do but be merry,(.) for look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours. Ophelia 127 Nay, 'tis twice two months<,> my lord. Hamlet So long,(?) nay then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables;(.) Ï heavens,(!) die two months ago, and not forgotten yet,(?) Then there's hope a great man's memory<,> may outlive his life half a year,(:) but by'r Lady he must build churches then,(:) or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby- horse, whose epitaph is, for o, for o, the hobby-horse is forgot. {The trumpets sounds. Dumb show follows.} <Hoboyes play. The dumbe shew enters.> 136 Enter a King and {a} Queene,( very lovingly;) the Queen embracing him{, and he her},(.) <She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him.> he takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck,(.) {he} lies him down upon a bank of flowers,(.) she seeing him asleep, leaves him.(:) Anon come<s> in {another man} <a Fellow>, takes off his crown, kisses it, pours (and powers) poison in the sleeper's (Kings) ears, and {leaves him:} <Exits.> the Queen returns, finds the King dead, <and> makes passionate action,{.) the poi- soner <,> with some {three or four} <two or three Mutes> come<s> in again, seem<ing> to condole (lament) with her,(.) the dead body is carried away,(;) the poisoner wooes the Queen with giAs, she seems harsh (loath and unwilling) awhile, but in the end<,> accepts <his> love. <Exeunt> Ophelia 151 What means this<,> my lord? Hamlet Marry, this is munching (miching) mallecho, it (that) means mischief. Ophelia Belike this show imports the argument of the play.(?) Hamlet 155 We shall know by this (these) fellow<es>,(:) {Enter Prologue.} the players cannot keep <counsel>, they'll tell all. Ophelia Will he (they) tell us what this show meant? Hamlet Ay, or any show that you'll show him,(.) be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Ophelia 161 You are naught, you are naught, I'll mark the play. <Enter Prologue.> Prologue For us<,> and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency,(:) We beg your hearing patiently. Hamlet 165 Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia 'Tis brief my lord. Hamlet As woman's love. Enter +two Players:+ King and <his> Queene. +Player+ King Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round<,> Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground,(:) 170 And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen<,> About the world have times twelve thirties been<,> Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands Unite commutual<,> in most sacred bands. +Player+ Queen (Bap.) So many journeys may the sun and moon 175 Make us again count o'er ere love be done,(.) But woe is me, you are so sick of late, So far from cheer, and from our (your) formem state, That I distrust you,(:) yet though I distrust, Discomfort you,( ()my lord,()) it nothing must.(:) 180 {For women fear too much, even as they love,} And (For) women's fear and love<,> hold<s> quantity, {Eyther non,} in neither aught, or in extremity,(:) Now what my Lord (love) is<,> proof hath made you know, And as my love is sized, my fear is so,(.) 185 {Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear, Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.} +Player+ King Faith I must leave thee love, and shortly too,(:) My operant powers their (my) functions leave to do,(:) And thou shall live in this fair world behind, 190 Honour'd, beloved, and haply one as kind,(.) For husband shalt thou.(-) +Player+ Queen (÷ÁÒ.) ï confound the rest,<:> Such love must needs be treason in my breast,(:) In second husband let me be accurst, None wed the second, but who kill'd the first. Hamlet 195 That's (Wormwood,) wormwood. +Player Queen+ <÷ÁÒ.> The instances that second marriage move<,> Are base respects of thrift, but none of love,(.) A second time<,> I kill my husband dead, When second husband kisses me in bed. +Player+ King 200 I do believe you<.> think what now you speak,(:) But what we do determine, oft we break,(:) Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth, but poor validity,(:) Which now the (like) fruit unripe sticks on the tree, 205 But fall, unshaken<,> when they mellow be. Most necessary tis<,> that we forget To pay ourselves<,> what to ourselves is debt,(:) What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose,(.) 210 The violence of either{,} (other) grief{,} or joy, Their own enactures (ennactors) with themselves destroy,(:) Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament,(;) Grief ioy (joys), joy grieves{,} on slender accident,(:) This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange{,} 215 That even our loves should with our fortunes change:(.) For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. The great man down, you mark his favorite (favourites) flies, The poor advanced, makes friends of enemies,(:) 220 And hitherto doth love on fortune tend, For who not needs, shall never lack a friend,(:) And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy. But orderly to end<,> where I begun, 225 Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown, Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own,(.) So think thou wilt no second husband wed,(.) But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. +Player+ Queen (÷ÁÒ.) 230 Nor earth to {me give} <give me> food, nor heaven light, Sport and repose lock from me day and night,(:) {To desperation turn my trust and hope, And anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,} Each opposite that blanks the face of joy, 235 Meet what I would have well and it destroy,(:) Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If once {I be} a widow, ever I be {a} wife. Hamlet If she should break it now. +Player+ King 'Tis deeply sworn,Ï sweet<,> leave me here awhile, 240 My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep. <Sleeps> +Player+ Queen (÷ÁÒ.) Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain. Exeunt (Exit). Hamlet Madam, how like you this play? Queen The lady {doth} protest<s> too much, methinks. Hamlet 245 ï but she'll keep her word. King Have you heard the argument?(,) is there no of- fence in 't? Hamlet No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest, no offence i' th' world. King 250 What do you call the play? Hamlet The Mousetrap,(:) marry how<?> tropically,(:) this play is the image of a murder done in Vienna,(:) Gon- zago is the duke's name, his wife Baptista,(:) you shall see anon,(:) 'tis a knavish piece of work,(:) but what of that? your majesty<,> and we that have free souls, it touches us not,(:) let the galled jade wince,Ï our with- ers are unwrung. <Enter Lucianus.> 257 This is one Lucianus{,} nephew to the king. {Enter Lucianus.} Ophelia You are {as good as a} <a good> chorus<,> my lord. Hamlet I could interpret between you and your love<:> if I could see the puppets dallying. Ophelia 261 You are keen my lord, you are keen. Hamlet It would cost you a groaning<,> to take off my edge. Ophelia Still better and worse. Hamlet 265 So you mistake <your> husbands. Begin, murderer,(.) <Pox,> leave thy damnable faces<,> and begin,(.) come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge. Lucianus Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing,(:) 270 Considerat (Confederate) season<,> else<,> no creature seeing,(:) Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban<,> thrice blasted, thrice inuected (infected), Thy natural magic, and dire property, On wholesome life usurp(s) immediately. <Pours the poison in his ears.> Hamlet 275 îÅ poisons him i' th' garden for his estate,(:) his names Gonzago,(:) the story is extant{,] and writ{ten} in {very} choice Italian,(.) you shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Ophelia The king rises. <Hamlet 280 What, frighted with false fire.> Queen How fares my lord? Polonius Give o'er the play. King Give me some light,(.) away. Polonius (All) Lights, lights, lights! Exeunt all but (manet) Hamlet & Horatio. Hamlet 285 Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play,(:) For some must watch<,> while some must sleep,(;) Thus (So) runs the world away. Would not this sir<,> & a forest of feathers, if the rest of my fortunes turn turk with me,Ï with <two> provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellow- ship in a cry of players <sir>?(.) Horatio 293 Half a share. Hamlet A whole one I.(,) For thou dost know<:> Ï Damon dear<,> This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself, and now reigns here<.> A very very pajock. Horatio You might have rhymed. Hamlet 300 ï good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Horatio Very well, my lord. Hamlet Upon the talk of the poisoning.(?) Horatio I did very well note him. <Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.> Hamlet 305 Ah ha,(?) come some music,(.) come, the recorders,(:) For if the king like not the comedy, Why then belike he likes it not perdy. Come{,} some music. {Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.} Guildenstern Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Hamlet 311 Sir<,> a whole history. Guildenstern The king<,> sir. Hamlet Ay sir, what of him? Guildenstern Is in his retirement<,> marvellous distempered. Hamlet 315 With drink sir? Guildenstern No my lord, <rather> with choler,(.) Hamlet Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to the (his) doctor,(:) for for me to put him to his purgation, would perhaps plunge him into <farre> more choler. Guildenstern 321 Good my lord put your discourse into some frame, and stare (start) not so wildly from my affair. Hamlet I am tame sir, pronounce. Guildenstern 325 The queen your mother, in m