ost great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Hamlet You are welcome. Guildenstern Nay<,> good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed,(.) if it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's command- ment,(:) if not, your pardon and my return{,} shall be the end of <my> business. Hamlet 333 Sir<,> I cannot. Rosencrantz (Guildenstern) What<,> my lord? Hamlet Make you a wholesome answer,(:) my wit's dis- eased,(.) but sir, such answer<s> as I can make, you shall command,(:) or rather (as) you say, my mother,(:) therefore no more{,} but to the matter, my mother you say. Rosencrantz 340 Then thus she says,(:) your behavior hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Hamlet ï wonderful son<,> that can so astonish a mother,(.) but is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration,(?) {Impart.} Rosencrantz 345 She desires to speak with you in her closet<,> ere you go to bed. Hamlet We shall obey, were she ten times our mother, have you any further trade with us? Rosencrantz My lord, you once did love me. Hamlet 350 And <I> do still<,> by these pickers and stealers. Rosencrantz Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper,(?) you do surely (freely) bar the door upon (of) your own liberty<,> if you deny your griefs to your friend. Hamlet 355 Sir I lack advancement. Rosencrantz How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself<,> for your succession in Denmark.(?) {Enter the Players with recorders.} Hamlet Ay {sir.} but while the grass grows, the proverb is something musty,(.) <Enter one with a recorder.> 360 ï, the recorder{s},(.) let me see <one>, to withdraw with you, why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guildenstern O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Hamlet 365 I do not well understand that,(.) will you play upon this pipe? Guildenstern My lord<,> I cannot. Hamlet I pray you. Guildenstern Believe me<,> I cannot. Hamlet 370 I do beseech you. Guildenstern I know no touch of it<,> my lord. Hamlet It is ('Tis) as easy as lying;(:) govern these venta(i)- ges with your finger{s} & umber (thumb), give it breath with your mouth, & it will discourse most eloquent (excellente) music,(.) look you, these are the stops. Guildenstern 376 But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony, I have not the skill. Hamlet Why look you now<,> how unworthy a thing you make of me,(:) you would play upon me,(;) you would seem to know my stops,(:) you would pluck out the heart of my mystery,(;) you would sound me from my lowest note<,> to <the top of> my com- pass,(:) and there is much music<,> excellent voice<,> in this little organ, yet cannot you make it {speak. 'Sblood}<.> <why> do you think<, that> I am easier to be played on<,> than a pipe,(?) call me what instrument you will, though you <can> fret me {not}, you cannot play upon me. God bless you, sir! Enter Polonius. Polonius 390 My lord,(;) the queen would speak with you, & presently. Hamlet Do you see yonder (that) cloud<?> that's almost in shape of (like) a camel?(.) Polonius By th' mass<,> and 'tis (it's) like a camel indeed. Hamlet 395 Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet Or like a whale.(?) Polonius Very like a whale. <Hamlet> 399 Then I (will) will (I) come to my mother<,> by and by,(:) +Aside.+ They fool me to the top of my bent,(.) I will come by & by,(.) {Leave me, friends.} <Polonius> I will say so. <Exit.> <Hamlet> By and by is easily said,(.) <Leave me, friends:> +Exeunt all but Hamlet.+ 405 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breakes (breathes) out Contagion to this world:(.) now could I drink hot blood, And do such <bitter> business as the {bitter} day Would quake to look on. Soft{,} now<,> to my mother.(:) 410 ï heart<,> lose not thy nature,(;) let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom,(:) Let me be cruel, not unnatural, I will speak dagger<s> to her, but use none,(:) My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites,(.) 415 How in my words so ever she be shent, To give them seals<,> never my soul consent. {Exit.} +SCENE 3+ Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern. King I like him not, nor stands it safe with us<,> To let his madness range,(.) therefore prepare you, I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you,(:) 5 The terms of our estate<,> may not endure Hazard so near 's (dangerous) as doth hourly grow Out of his brows (Lunacies). Guildenstern We will ourselves provide,(:) Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe 10 That live and feed upon your majesty. Rosencrantz The single and peculiar life is bound With all the strength and armour of the mind<,> To keep itself from noyance,(:) but much more That spirit, upon whose weal (spirit) depend and rest 15 The lives of many, the cess (cease) of majesty Dies not alone; but like a gulf doth draw What's near it, with it,(.) {or} it is a massy wheel Fix'd on the somnet {*} of the highest mount, {* summit Ed.} To whose h{o}ugh(e) spokes, ten thousand lesser things 20 Are mortised and adjoin'd,(:) which when it falls, Each small annexment<,> petty consequence Attends the boisterous raine (ruin),(.) never alone Did the king sigh, but <with> a general groan. King Arm you<,> I pray you to this speedy voyage,(;) 25 For we will fetters put about (upon) this fear<,> Which now goes too free-footed. Rosencrantz (Both) We will haste us. Exeunt Gent. Enter Polonius. Polonius My lord, he's going to his mother's cioset,(:) Behind the arras I'll convey myself To hear the process,(.) and warrant she'll tax him home, 30 And as you said, and wisely was it said, 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear The speech of vantage;(.) fare you well my liege: I'll call upon you ere you go to bed.(,) 35 And tell you what I know. (Exit.) King Thanks dear my lord. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven, It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder,(.) pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will,(:) 40 My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect,(;) what if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, 45 Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow,(?) whereto serves mercy<,> But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer<,> but this two-fold force, To be forestalled ere we come to fall, 50 Or pardon<'d> being down,(?) then I'll look up.(,) My fault is past,(.) but o<,> what form of prayer Can serve my turn? forgive me my foul murder,(:) That cannot be<,> since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, 55 My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen;<:> May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence? In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may show by justice, And oft 'tis seen<,> the wicked prize itself 60 Buys out the law,(;) but 'tis not so above, There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults<,> To give in evidence,(.) what then,(?) what rests,(?) 65 Try what repentance can,(.) what can it not,(?) Yet what can it, when one can not repent? ï wretched state,(!) Ï bosom black as death,(!) O limed soul, that struggling to be free, Art more engaged;(:) help angels<,> make assay(:) 70 Bow stubborn knees, and heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe, All may be well. Enter Hamlet. Hamlet Now might I do it <pat>, now he is a-praying, And now I'll do 't, and so he goes to heaven, 75 And so am I revenged,(:) that would be scann'd<,> A villain kills my father, and for that(,) I his sole (foule) son, do this same villain send To heaven. Why (Oh){,} this is base (hire) and silly (salary), not revenge,(.) 80 He took my father grossly<,> full of bread, Withal (With all) his crimes broad blown, as flush (flash) as May, And how his audit stands who knows<,> save heaven,(;) But in our circumstance and course of thought{,} 'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged<,> 85 To take him in the purging of his soul, When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No. Up sword, and know thou a more horrid hent{,} When he is drunk{,} asleep,(:) or in his rage, 90 Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed, At {game, a-swearing} <gaming, swearing>, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in 't, Then trip him<,> that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black 95 As hell<,> whereto it goes;(.) my mother stays, This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Exit. King My words fly up, my thoughts remain below<,> Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Exit. +SCENE 4+ Enter Gertrard (Queen) and Polonius. Polonius He will come straight,(:) look you lay home to him: Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with, And that your grace hath screen'd<,> and stood between Much heat and him,(.) I'll sconce me even here,(:) 5 Pray you, be round <with him>. {Enter Hamlet.} <Hamlet Within Mother, mother, mother.> Queen I'll wait (warrant) you, fear me not,(.) Withdraw, I hear him coming. <Enter Hamlet.> Hamlet Now mother, what's the matter? Queen 10 Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Hamlet Mother, you have my father much offended. Queen Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. Hamlet Go, go, you question with a<n> wicked (idle) tongue. Queen Why how now Hamlet? Hamlet What's the matter now? Queen 15 Have you forgot me? Hamlet No by the rood<,> not so,(:) You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife, And (but) would it (you) were not so,(.) you are my mother. Queen Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak. Hamlet Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge,(:) 20 You go not till I set you up a glass<,> Where you may see the <in>most part of you.(?) Queen What wilt thou do,(?) thou wilt not murder me,(?) Help <helpe>, ho. Polonius What ho, help<, helpe, helpe>. Hamlet 25 How now, a rat,(?) dead for a ducat, dead. Polonius ï I am slain. <Kills Polonius.> Queen ï me, what hast thou done? Hamlet Nay I know not, is it the king? Queen O what a rash and bloody deed is this.(?) Hamlet A bloody deed, almost as bad{,} good mother<,> 30 As kill a king, and marry with his brother. Queen As kill a king.(?) Hamlet Ay lady, 'twas my word. Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool farewell, I took thee for thy better<s>: take thy fortune, Thou find'st to be too busy<,> is some danger,(.) 35 Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down, And let me wring your heart, for so I shall If it be made of penetrable stuff,(;) If damned custom have not brass'd it so, That it is proof and bulwark against sense. Queen 40 What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue<,> In noise so rude against me? Hamlet Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off {*} the rose {* of 2ë× } From the fair forehead of an innocent love, 45 And sets (makes) a blister there,(.) makes marriage-vows As false as dicers' oaths,(.) o, such a deed. As from the body of contraction plucks The very soul, and sweet religion makes A rhapsody of words;(.) heaven's face doth glow<,> 50 O'er (Yea) this solidity and compound mass<,> With heated (tristful) visage{,} as against the doom<,> Is thought-sick at the act. Queen Ay me, what act?(,) {Hamlet} That roars so loud, and thunders in the index,(.) <Hamlet> 55 Look here upon this picture, and on this. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers,(:) See what a grace was seated on this (his) brow, Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and (or) command{,} 60 A station<,> like the herald Mercury{,} New-lighted on a {heaue,}<heaven->kissing hill,(:) A combination, and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal<,> To give the world assurance of a man,(.) 65 This was your husband,(.) look you now, what follows,(.) Here is your husband<,> like a mildew'd ear{,} Blasting his wholesome brother (breath). Have you eyes,(?) Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor;(?) ha,(?) have you eyes? 70 You cannot call it love,(:) for at your age<,> The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment,(:) and what judgment Would step from this to this,(?) {Sense, sure, you have Else could you not have motion, but sure that sense 75 Is apoplex'd, for madness would not err Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd But it reserved some quantity of choice To serve in such a difference,} what devil was't<,> That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind;(?) 80 {Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Ears without hands, or eyes, smelling sans all, Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope:} Ï shame<!> where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 85 If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax<,> And melt in her own fire,(.) proclaim no shame<,> When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth bum, 90 And (As) reason pardons (panders) will. Queen ï Hamlet speak no more,(.) Thou tum'st mine (very! eyes into my <very> soul, And there I see such black and greeued (grained) spots<t> As will <not> leave <there> their tinct. Hamlet Nay but to live 95 In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed<,> Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty. Queen ï speak to me<,> no more, These words like daggers enter in mine ears,(.) 100 No more sweet Hamlet. Hamlet A murderer<,> and a villain,(:) A slave<,> that is not twentieth part the kyth (tithe) Of your precedent lord,(.) a vice of kings, A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,<.) That from a shelf the precious diadem stole<,> 105 And put it in his pocket. Queen No move. Enter Ghost. Hamlet A king of shreds and patches,(.) Save me<;> and hover o'er me with your wings You heavenly guards:(.) what would you{r} gracious figure? Queen 110 Alas he's mad. Hamlet Do you not come your tardy son to chide, That, lapsed in time and passion<,> lets go by The important acting of your dread command,(?) Ï say. Ghost Do not forget,(:) this visitation 115 Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose,(.) But look, amazement on thy mother sits,(;) O, step between her, and her fighting soul, Conceit in weakest bodies<,> strongest works,(.) Speak to her Hamlet. Hamlet How is it with you lady? Queen 120 Alas<,> how is t with you, That you {do} bend your eye on vacancy, And with {th' incorporal} <their corporall> air do hold discourse,(.) Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep, And as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm, 125 Your bedded hair<,> like life in excrements Starts up<,> and stands an end,(.) Ï gentle son<,> Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience,(.) whereon do you look? Hamlet On him, on him,(:) look you how pale he glares, 130 His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones<,> Would make them capable,(.) do not look upon me, Lest with this piteous action you convert My stern effects,(:) then what I have to do<,> Will want true colour,(;) tears perchance for blood. Queen 135 To who{m} do you speak this? Hamlet Do you see nothing there? Queen Nothing at all, yet all that is I see. Hamlet Nor did you nothing hear? Queen No<,> nothing but ourselves. Hamlet 140 Why look you there,Ï look how it steals away,(:) My father in his habit<,> as he lived, Look where he goes{,} even now out at the portal. Exit {Ghost}. Queen This is the very coinage of your brain, This bodiless creation ecstasy is very cunning in. Hamlet 145 <Ecstasy?> My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music,(.) it is not madness That I have utter'd,(;) bring me to the test{,} And <I> the matter will re-word,(:) which madness 150 Would gambol from,(.) mother<,> for love of grace, Lay not that (a) flattering unction to your soul<,> That not your trespass<,> but my madness speaks,(:) It will but skin and film the ulcerous place<,> Whilst rank corruption, mining all within<,> 155 Infects unseen,(.) confess yourself to heaven<,> Repent what's past, avoid what is to come, And do not spread the compost on (or) the weeds<,> To make them ranke{r},(.) forgive me this my virtue, For in the fatness of these (this) pursy times<,> 160 Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea curb and woo for leave to do him good. Queen ï Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Hamlet O throw away the worser part of it. And leaue (live) the purer with the other half,(.) 165 Good night, but go not to mine uncle's bed, Assun(m)e a virtue, if you have it not. {That monster custom, who all sense doth eat Of habits devil, is angel yet in this That to the use of actions fair and good, 170 He likewise gives a frock or livery That aptly is put on to} refrain <to>night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence,(.) {the next more easy: For use almost can change the stamp of nature, 175 And either +...{*}+ the devil, or throw him out {* ÷ ÉÚÄ. 1611 Ç.(ë×3) master } With wondrous potency:} once more good night, And when you are desirous to be bless'd, I'll blessing beg of you,(.) for this same lord<,> +Pointing to Polonius+ I do repent;(:) but heaven hath pleased it so<,> 180 To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him<,> and will answer well The death I gave him;(:) so again<,> good night<.> I must be cruel<,> only to be kind,(;) 185 This (Thus) bad begins, and worse remains behind. {One word more good lady.} Queen What shall I do? Hamlet Not this by no means that I bid you do,(:) Let the bloat (blunt) king tempt you again to bed, Pinch wanton on your cheek, call you his mouse, 190 And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers.(,) Make you to rouell (ravel) all this matter out<,> That I essentially am not in madness, But mad<e> in craft,(.) 'twere good you let him know, 195 For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise, Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib, Such dear concernings hide, who would do so, No(,) in despite of sense and secrecy, Unpeg the basket on the house's top,(:) 200 Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape{,} To try conclusions in the basket<,> creep{,} And break your own neck down. Queen Be thou assured, if words be made of breath<,> And breath of life,(:) I have no life to breathe 205 What thou hast said to me. Hamlet I must to England, you know that.(?) Ger. (Queen) Alack, I had forgot.(:) 'Tis so concluded on. Hamlet {There's letters seal'd, and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd, 210 They bear the mandate, they must sweep my way And marshal me to knavery: let it work, For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard, an t shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines, 215 And blow them at the moon: Ï 'tis most sweet When in one line two crafts directly meet,} This man shall set me packing,(:) I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room;(,) Mother good night<.> indeed<,> this counsellor 220 Is now most still, most secret, and most grave, Who was in life<,> a {most} foolish prating knave. Come sir, to draw toward an end with you. Good night mother. Exit{.} <Hamlet tugging in Polonius>. +áóô 4+ +SCENE 1+ Enter King{, and Queen, with Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern}. King There's matter<s> in these sighs(.), these profound heaves{,} You must translate(;) 'tis fit we understand them,(.) Where is your son? Queen {Bestow this place on us a little while.} +Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.+ 5 Ah, {mine own} <my good> lord, what have I seen tonight? King What Gertrude,(?) How does Hamlet? Queen Mad as the sea<s,> and wind<,> when both contend Which is the mightier, in his lawless fit(,) Behind the arras hearing something stir, 10 <He> whips {out} his rapier <out>, <and> cries a rat, a rat, And in this (his) brainish apprehension kills The unseen good old man. King ï heavy deed!(:) It had been so with us, had we been there,(:) His liberty is full of threats to all, 15 To you yourself, to us, to every one,(.) Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? It will be laid to us, whose providence Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of haunt<,> This mad young man;(.) but so much was our love, 20 We would not understand what was most fit, But like the owner of a foul disease<,> To keep it from divulging, let<'s> it feed Even on the pith of life:(.) where is he gone? Queen To draw apart the body he hath kill'd, 25 O'er whom(,) his very madness like some ore Among a mineral of metals baseu Shows itself pure,(.) he weeps for what is done. King ï Gertrude, come away,(:) The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, 30 But we will ship him hence, and this vile deed<,> We must with all our majesty and skill (Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.) Both countenance and excuse. <Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.> Ho, Guildenstern,(:) Friends both{,} go join you with some further aid,(:) Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, 35 And from his mother{'s} closet<s> hath he dre(a)g'd him,(.) Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body Into the chapel;(.) I pray you haste in this,(.) <Exit Gent.> Come Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends, And let them know, both what we mean to do<,: 40 And what's untimely done,(.) +So haply slander,+ {Whose whisper o'er the world's diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poison'd shot, may miss our name, And hit the woundless air,} Ï come away, 45 My soul is full of discord and dismay. Exeunt. +SCENE 2+ Enter Hamlet{, Rosencrantz and other}. Hamlet Safely stowed. <Gentlemen within. Hamlet, lord Hamlet. Hamlet> {But soft,} what noise,(?) who calls on Hamlet? ï here they come. <Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.> Rosencrantz 5 What have you done my lord with the dead body? Hamlet Compound<ed> it with dust<,> whereto 'tis kin. Rosencrantz Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence, And bear it to the chapel. Hamlet Do not believe it. Rosencrantz 10 Believe what.(?) Hamlet That I can keep your counsel<,> & not mine own,(.) besides<,> to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son of a king. Rosencrantz Take you me for a sponge<,> my lord? Hamlet 15 Ay sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities, <(>but such officers do the king best service in the end,(.) he keeps them like an apple (ape) in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed to be last swallowed, when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and sponge you shall be dry again. Rosencrantz I understand you not my lord. Hamlet I am glad of it,<:> a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Rosencrantz 24 My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. Hamlet The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing.(-) Guildenstern A thing my lord.(?) Hamlet 29 Of nothing,(:) bring me to him.(,) <hide fox, and all after.> Exeunt. +SCENE 3+ Enter King{, and two or three}. King I have sent to seek him, and to find the body,(:) How dangerous is it that this man goes loose,(:) Yet must not we put the strong law on him,(:) He's loved of the distracted multitude, 5 Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes,<:> And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd But never (neerer) the offence: to bear all smooth<,> and even, This sudden sending him<,> away must seem Deliberate pause, diseases desperate grown, 10 By desperate appliance are relieved<,> Or not at all. Enter Rosencrantz {and all the rest}. How now,(?) what hath befall'n? Rosencrantz Where the dead body is bestow'd my lord<,> We cannot get from him. King But where is he? Rosencrantz Without my lord, guarded to know your pleasure. King 15 Bring him before us. Rosencrantz Ho<a, Guildensterne>(?) bring in the (my) Lord. {They enter.} <Enter Hamlet and Guildensterne.> King Now Hamlet, where's Polonius? Hamlet At supper. King At supper,(?) where.(?) Hamlet 19 Not where he eats, but where he is eaten, a certain convocation of (politic) worms are e'en at him:(.) your worm is your only emperor for diet,(.) we fat all crea- tures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves (our selfe) for maggots,(.) your fat king<,> and your lean beggar is but variable serv(u)ice(,) t{w}o dishes<,> but to one table{,} that's the end. {King 26 Alas, alas. Hamlet A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, & eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.) King{. King} What dost you mean by this? Hamlet 30 Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar. King Where is Polonius? Hamlet In heaven, send hither to see,(.) if your messenger find him not thrre (there), seek him i' th' other place yourself,(:) but if (indeed,) indeed (if) you find him not (within) this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby. King Go seek him there. Hamlet He will stay till you come. +Exeunt Attendants.+ King 40 Hamlet<,> this deed <of thine>, for thine especial safety Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve For that which thou hast done, - must send thee hence{.} <With fiery quickness.> Therefore prepare thyself, The bark is ready, and the wind at help, 45 The associates tend, and every thing is (at) bent For England. Hamlet For England.(?) King Ay Hamlet. Hamlet Good. King 50 So is it<,> if thou knew'st our purposes. Hamlet I see a cherub that sees the (him),(:) but come<,> for England, Farewell dear mother. King Thy loving father Hamlet. Hamlet My mother,(:) father and mother is man and wife,(:) 55 Man and wife is one flesh, <and> so my mother:(.) Come<,> for England. Exit. King Follow him at foot, Tempt him with speed aboard,(:) Delay it not, I'll have him hence tonight. Away, for every thing is seai'd and done 60 That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. +Exeunt All but King.+ And England, if my love thou hold'st at ought, As my great power thereof may give thee sense, Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red<,> After the Danish sword, and thy free awe 65 Pays homage to us,(;) thou mayst not coldly set Our sovereign process, which imports at full By letters congruing (coniuring) to that effect The present death of Hamlet,(.) do it England, For like the hectic in my blood he rages, 70 And thou must cure me;(:) till I know 'tis done, Howe'er my haps, my joys will (were) ne<'>er begi(u)n. Exit. +SCENE 4+ Enter Fortinbras with his (an) army {over the stage}. Fortinbras Go captain, from me greet the Danish king, Tell him(,) that by his licence<,> Fortinbras Craves (Claimes) the conveyance of a promised march Over his kingdom,(.) you know the rendezvous,(:) 5 If that his majesty would ought with us. We shall express our duty in his eye, And let him know so. Captain I will do 't<,> my lord. Fortinbras Go softly (safely) on. <Exit.> {Enter Hamlet, Rosencraus, &c. Hamlet 10 Good sir whose powers are these? Captain They are of Norway sir. Hamlet How purposed sir I pray you? Captain Against some part of Poland. Hamlet Who commands them sir? Captain 15 The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras. Hamlet Goes it against the main of Poland sir, Or for some frontier? Captain Truly to speak, and with no addition, We go to gain a little patch of ground 20 That hath in it no profit but the name To pay five ducats, five I would not farm it; Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee. Hamlet Why then the Polack never will defend it. Captain 25 Yes, it is already garrison'd. Hamlet Two thousand souls, & twenty thousand ducats Will not debate the question of this straw, This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace, That inward breaks, and shows no cause without 30 Why the man dies. I humbly thank you sir. Captain God buy you sir. +Exit.+ Rosencrantz Wil't please you go my lord? Hamlet I'll be with you straight, go a little before. +Exeunt all except Hamlet.+ How all occasions do inform against me, 35 And spur my dull revenge. What is a man If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed, a beast, no more: Sure he that made us with such large discourse Looking before and after, gave us not 40 That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused, now whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom, 45 And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say this thing's to do, Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means To do 't; examples gross as earth exhort me, Witness this army of such mass and charge, 50 Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure, To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, 55 Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great, Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake, how stand I then That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, 60 Excitements of my reason, and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot 65 Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain, o, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!) Exit. +SCENE 5+ Enter {Horatio,} Certrard (Queene), and {a Gentleman} <Horatio>. Queen I will not speak with her. Gentleman (Horatio) She is importunate, Indeed distract, her mood will needs be pitied. Queen What would she have? Gentleman (Horatio) She speaks much of her father,(;) says she hears 5 There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart, Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt<,> That carry but half sense,(:) her speech is nothing, Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection,(;) they yawne (aim) at it, 10 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Which as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make one think there might (would) be thought<,> Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. Horatio (Queen) 'Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew 15 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. +Queen+ Let her come in. {Enter Ophelia.} Queen ôÏ my sick soul(,) <(>as sin's true nature is,()) Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, 20 It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt. <Enter Ophelia distracted > Ophelia Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?(.) Queen How now Ophelia? Ophelia {Shee sings.} How should I your true love know From another one,(?) 25 By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon. Queen Alas sweet lady,(:) what imports this song? Ophelia Say you,(?) nay, pray you mark,(.) He is dead & gone lady, 30 He is dead and gone, {Song.} At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. <Enter King> 32a {Oh, ho!} Queen Nay but Ophelia. Ophelia Pray you, mark. 35 White his shroud as the mountain snow. {Enter King.) Queen Alas<,> look here my lord. Ophelia Larded {all} with sweet flowers,(:) {Song.} Which bewept to the ground (grave) did not go<,> With true-love showers. King 40 How do you<,> pretty lady? Ophelia Well, good (God) dild you,(.) they say the owl was a baker's daughter,(.) Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table. King Conceit upon her father. Ophelia 45 Pray <you> let's have no words of this,(:> but when they ask you what it means, say you this.(:j Tomorrow is S+aint+ Valentine's day, {Song.} All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window<,> 50 To be your Valentine. Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes, And dupp'd the chamber-door, Let in the maid, that out a maid, Never departed more. King 55 Pretty Ophelia. Ophelia Indeed, <la?> without an oath I'll make an end on 't,(.) By Gis<,> and by S(aint) Charity, Alack<,> and fie for shame,(:) Young men will do 't, if they come to 't, 60 By cock they are to blame. Quoth she, Before you tumbled me, You promised me to wed,(:> {(He answers.)} So would I a (ha) done by yonder sun<,> 65 And thou hadst not come to my bed. King How long hath she been thus (this)? Ophelia I hope all will be well,(.) we must be patient, but I cannot choose but weep<,> to think they would (should) lay him i' th' cold ground,(:) my brother shall know of it, and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come<,> my coach,(:) God (Good) night ladies,(:) god (good) night, sweet ladies; god (good) night, god (good) night. <Exit.> King 73 Follow her close, give her good watch I pray you.(:) +Exit Horatio.+ ï this is the poison of deep grief, it springs 75 All from her father's death,(.) (and now behold,) ï Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrowes come<s>, they come not single spies But in battalions (Battaliaes):(.) first, her father slain, Next{,} your son gone; and he most violent author 80 Of his own just remove,(:) the people muddied<,> Thick and unwholesome in <their> thoughts, and whispers For good Polonius' death:(;) and we have done but greenly In hugger-mugger to inter him:(.) poor Ophelia Divided from herself, and her fair judgment, 85 Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts,(.) Last, and as much containing as ail these, Her brother is in secret come from France, Feeds (Keepes) on this (his) wonder, keeps himself in clouds, And wants not buzzers to infect his ear 90 With pestilent speeches of his father's death, Wherein necessity of matter beggar'd, Will nothing stick our person<s> to arraign In ear and ear. ï ÔÕ dear Gertrude, this<,> Like to a murdering-piece in many places<,> 95 Gives me superfluous death. A noise within. Enter a Messenger. <Queen Alack, what noise is this?> {King Attend,} Where is (are) my Switzers,(?) let them guard the door,(.) What is the matter? Messenger Save yourself<,> my lord. 100 The ocean {(}overpeering of his list{)} Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste Than young Laertes, in a riotous head<,> Overbears your officers:(,) the rabble call him lord, And as the world were now but to begin, 105 Antiquity forgot, custom not known, The ratifiers and props of every word, The<y> cry choose we,(?) Laertes shall be king, Caps, hands, and tongues<,> applaud it to the clouds, Laertes shall be king, Laertes king.(,) Queen 110 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.(,) {A noise within.} O this is counter you false Danish dogs. <Noise within.> Enter Laertes {with others}. King The doors are broke. Laertes Where is this (the) king?(,) sirs<?> stand you all without. Danes No<,> let's come in. Laertes 115 I pray you give me leave. Danes We will, we will. Laertes I thank you,(:) keep the door,(.) Ï thou vile king. Give me my father. Queen Calmly good Laertes. Laertes That drop of blood that{'s} calme<s> proclaims me bastard,(:) 120 Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot Even here between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother. King What is the cause Laertes<,> That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person,(:) 125 There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will,(.) tell me Laertes<,> Why thou art thus incensed,(?) let him go Gertrude. Speak man. Laertes 130 Where is my father? King Dead. Queen But not by him. King Let him demand his fill. Laertes How came he dead,(?) I'll not be juggled with(.) 135 To hell allegiance,(:) vows<,> to the blackest devil,(.) Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit<.> I dare damnation,(:) to this point I stand. That both the worlds I give to negligence, Let come what comes,(:) only I'll be revenged 140 Most thoroughly for my father. King Who shall stay you? Laertes My will, not all the world{s}:(,) And for my means<,> I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little. King Good Laertes,(:) 145 If you desire to know the certainty Of your dear father<s death>, {is 't} <if> writ in your revenge,(.) That, soopstake {*}, you will draw both friend and foe<,> {* swoopstake Ed.} Winner and loser. Laertes None but his enemies,(.) King 150 Will you know them then?(.) Laertes ôÏ his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms,(:) And like the kind life-rendering pelican (politician), Repast them with my blood. King Why now you speak Like a good child, and a true gentleman. 155 That I am guiltless of your father's death, And am most sensibly(e) in grief for it, It shall as level to your judgment 'pear (pierce) As day does to your eye. {Enter Ophelia.} <A noise within. Let her come in.> Enter Ophelia<.> Laertes {Let her come in.} How now! what noise is that? 160 ï heat, dry up my brains, tears seven times salt<,> Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye,(.) By heaven<,> thy madness shall be paid with (by) weight<,> Till our scale turn<es> the beam. ï rose of May, Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia,(:) 165 ï heavens, is t possible<,> a young maid's wits Should be as mortal as {a poore} <an old> man's life.(?) <Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves.> Ophelia 170 They bore him barefaced on the bier, {Song.} <Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny:> And in (on) his grave rained(s) many a tear, Fare you well my dove. Laertes Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenges<,> 175 It could not move thus. Ophelia You must sing {a}-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a. ï how the wheel becomes it,(?) It is the false steward that stole his master's daughter. Laertes This nothing's more than matter. Ophelia 180 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance,(.) pray {you} love remember,(:) and there is pansies (Paconcies), that's for thoughts. Laertes A document in madness, thoughts and remem- brance fitted. Ophelia 185 There's fennel for you, and cole(u)mbines,(:) there's rue for you, & here's some for me,(.) we may call it {herb of grace} <Herb-Grace> o' Sun- days,(:) <Oh> you may (must) wear your rue with a difference,(.) there's a daisy, I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died,(:) they say<,> he made a good end.(;) 192 For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. Laertes Thought<,> and affliction{s}, passion, hell itselfo She turns to favour<,> and to prettiness. Ophelia 195 And will he not come again,(:) {Song.} And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. 200 His beard {was} as white as snow, <All> flaxen was his poll,(:) He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan, {God a' mercy} <Gramercy> on his soul,(.) 205 And of all Christian{'s} souls, <I pray God.> God buy you. <Exeunt Ophelia.> Laertes Do you <see> this<,> Ï (you) God<s>? King Laertes, I must commune (common) with your grief, Or you deny me right,(:) go but apart, 210 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will, And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me,(;) If by direct or by collateral hand They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours 215 To you in satisfaction;(.) but if not, Be you content to lend your patience to us, And we shall jointly labour with your soul To give it due content. Laertes Let this be so.(:) His means of death, his obscure funeral (buriall),(;) 220 No trophy<,> sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation, Cry to be heard<,> as 'twere from heaven to earth, That I must call {'t} in question. King So you shall, (:) And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. 225 I pray you go with me. Exeunt. +SCENE 6+ Enter Horatio {and others} <, with an Attendant>. Horatio What are they that would speak with me? Gentelmen (Ser). {Seafaring men} <Saylors> sir, they say they have letters for you. Horatio Let them come in. 4 I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted,(:) if not from lord Hamlet. Enter Sailor{s}. First Sailor God bless you sir. Horatio Let him bless thee too. First Sailor 8 He shall sir<,> and (an 't) please him,(.) there's a letter for you sir, it came (comes) from th'ambas- sador<s> that was bound for England, if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is. {Horatio} <Reads the letter.> Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the king,(:) they have letters for him:(.) Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warli<c>ke appointment gave us chase,(.) finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valour,(.) (and) in the grapple I boarded them,(:) on the instant they got clear of our ship, so I alone became their prisoner,(.) they have dealt with me<,> like thieves of mercy, but they knew what they did,(.) I am to do a <good> turn for them,(.) let the king have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to mewith as much speed (hast) as thou wouldst fly death,(.) I have words to speak in thine (your) ear will make thee dumb, yet are they much too light for the bord (bore) of the matter,(.) these good fel- lows will bring thee where I am,(.) Rosencrantz and Guildenstern<,> hold their course for England,(.) of them I have much to tell thee, farewell. 29 So (He) that thou knowest thine<,> Hamlet". {Hor.} Come<,> I will <give> you way for these your letters, And do't the speedier<,> that you may direct me To him from whom you brought them. Exit {Exeunt}. +SCENE 7+ Enter King and Laertes. King Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal, And you must put me in your heart for friend, Sith you have heard<,> and with a knowing ear, That he which hath your noble father slain<,> 5 Pursued my life. Laertes It well appears:(.) but tell me<,> Why you proceede<d> not against these feats<,> So criminal (crimefull)<,> and so capital in nature, As by your safety, {greatness,} wisdom, all things else<,> You mainly were stirred up.(?) King 10 O, for two special reasons<,> Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinew'd, But (And) yet to me they are strong,{.) the queen his mother Lives almost by his looks,(:) and for myself, My virtue or my plague, be it either which, 15 She's so conclive (conjunctive) to my life, and soul,(;) That, as the star moves not but in his sphere<,> I could not but by her,(.) the other motive, Why to a public count I might not go,(.) Is the great love the general gender bear him, 20 Who dipping all his faults in their affection, Work (Would), like the spring that turneth wood to stone, Convert his gives to graces,(.) so that my arrows Too slightly timber'd for so (loved Armed) <loud a wind>, Would have reverted to my bow again, 25 But (And) not where I have (had) aim'd (arm'd) them. Laertes And so have I a noble father lost, A sister driven into desperate terms, Whoisel worth (was), {(}if praises may go back again{)} Stood challenger on mount of all the age 30 For her perfections,(.) but my revenge will come. King Break not your sleeps for that, you must not think That we are made of stuff, so flat, and dull, That we can let our beard be shook with danger, And think it pastime,(.) you shortly shall hear more, 35 I loved your father, and we love ourself, And that I hope will teach you to imagine.(-) {Enter a Messenger with letters.} <How now? What news? Messenger Letters my lord from Hamlet:> {Messenger} These (This) to your majesty,(:j this to the queen. King 40 From Hamlet,(?) who brought them? Messenger Sailors my lord they say, I saw them not,(:) They were given me by Claudio, he received them<.> {Of him that brought them.} King Laertes, you shall hear them: leave us. <Exil Messenger.> +Reads.+ 45 High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom,(.) To-morrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes,(.) when I shall <(>first asking you<r> pardon{,} thereunto<)> recount the (th') occasion<s> of my sudden<, and more strange> return. <Hamlet.> {King} 51 What should this mean,(?) are all the rest come back,(?) Or is it some abuse,(?) and no such thing? Laertes Know you the hand? King 'Tis Hamlet's character. Naked{,} 55 And in a postscript here he says alone,(:) Can you advise me? Laertes I'm lost in it my lord,(;) but let him come, It warms the very sickness in my heart<,> That I shall live and tell him to his teeth<;> 60 Thus didest thou. King If it be so Laertes, As how should it be so,(:) how otherwise, Will you be ruled by me? Laertes {Ay my lord,} <If> So you<'> {wil}l not o'errule me to a peace.(:) King To thine own peace,(:) if he be now return'd<,> 65 As {the king} <checking> at his voyage, and that he means No more to undertake it,(;) I will work him To an exploit{,} now ripe in my device, Under the which he shall not choose but fall:(;) And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe, 70 But even his mother shall uncharge the practise, And call it accident.(:) {Laertes My lord, I will be ruled, The rather if you could devise it so That I might be the organ. King It falls right. 75 You have been talk'd of since your travel much, And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality Wherein they say you shine, your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him As did that one, and that in my regard 80 Of the unworthiest siege. Laertes What part is that, my lord? King A very riband in the cap of youth, Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears 85 Than settled age, his sables and his weeds Importing health and graveness;} two months since (hence), Here was a gentleman of Normandy,(.) I've seen myself, and served against the French, And they c(r)an well on horseback,(;) but this gallant 90 Had witchcraft in 't,(;) he grew u(i)nto his seat, And to such wondrous doing brought his horse, As he had been incorpsed{,} and demi-natured With the brave beast<,> so far he topp'd (past) me (my) thought, That I in forgery of shapes and tricks<,> 95 Come short of what he did. Laertes A Norman was 't? King A Norman. Laertes Upon my life Lamor(un)d. King The very same. Laertes I know him well, he is the brooch indeed<,> And gem of all the (our) nation. King 100 He made confession of you, And gave you such a masterly report<,> For art and exercise in your defence,(;) And for your rapier most especial<ly>, That he cried out<,> 'twould be a sight indeed<,> 105 If one could match you{; the scrimers of their nation He swore had had neither motion, guard, nor eye, If you opposed them;} sir<.> this report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy, That he could nothing do but wish and beg<,> 110 Your sudden coming o'er to play with you (him).(;) Now out of this. Laertes What (Why) out of this<,> my lord? King Laertes was your father dear to you? Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart? Laertes Why ask you this? King 115 Not that I think you did not love your father, But that I know(,) love is begun by time,(:) And that I see in passages of proof, Time qualifies the spark and fire of it,(:) {There lives within the very flame of love 120 A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it, And nothing is at a like goodness still, For goodness growing to a pleurisy, Dies in his own too much, that we would do We should do when we would: for this would changes, 125 And hath abatements and delays as many, As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents, And then this should is like a spend thrifts {*} sigh, {* spendthrift ë×5} That hurts by easing; but, to the quick o' th' ulcer,} Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake<,> 130 To show yourself {indeed} your father's son <indeed,> More than in words? Laertes To cut his throat i' th' church. King No place indeed should murder sanctuarize,(;) Revenge should have no bounds: but good Laertes Will you do this, keep close within your chamber, 135 Hamlet return'd, shall know you are come home,(:) We'll put on those shall praise your excellence, And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gave you, bring you in fine together<,> And wager ore (on) your heads;(,) he being remiss, 140 Most generous and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils,(?) so that with ease, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose A sword unbated, and in a pace (pass) of practise<,> Requite him for your father. Laertes I will do't, 145 And for <that> purpose, I'll anoint my sword.(:) I bought an unction of a mountebank So mortal, that (I) but dip<t> a knife in it, Where it draws blood, no cataplasm so rare, Collected from all simples that have virtue 150 Under the moon, can save the thing from death<,> That is but scratch'd withal,(:) I'll touch my point With this contagion, that if I gall him slightly, It may be death. King Let's further think of this.(,) Weigh what convenience both of time and means 155 May fit us to our shape<,> if this should fail,(;) And that our drift look through our bad performance, 'Twere better not assay'd,(;) therefore this project Should have a back or second<,> that might hold<,> If this did (should) blast in proof;(:) soft<,> let me see{,} 160 We'll make a solemn wager on your cun(m)n(m)ings, I ha 't,(:) when in your motion you are hot and dry, As make your bouts more violent to the (that) end, And that he calls for drink,(;) I'll have prefard (prepared) him A chalice for the nonce,(;) whereon but sipping, 165 If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, Our purpose may hold there; {but stay, what noise?} <how sweet Queene.> Enter Queen. Queen One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they<'l> follow;(:) your sister's drown'd Laertes. Laertes Drown'd,(!) ï where? Queen 170 There is a willow grows ask(l)ant the (a) brook<,> That shows his horry (hoar) leaves in the glassy stream,(:) There with fantastic garlands did she make (come,) Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples<,> That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,(;) 175 But our (cull-)cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.(:) There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang,(;) an envious sliver broke,(,) When down her (the) weedy trophies<,> and herself Fell in the weeping brook, her clothes spread wide, 180 And mermaid-like<,> awhile they bore her up, Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds (tunes), As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element,(:) but long it could not be<,> 185 Till that her garments<,> heavy with their (her) drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay (buy)<,> To muddy death. Laertes Alas, then, she (is) is (she) drown'd.(?) Queen Drown'd, drown'd. Laertes Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, 190 And therefore I forbid my tears;(:) but yet It is our trick, nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will,(;) when these are gone{,} The woman will be out.(:> Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire<,> that fain would blaze, 195 But that this folly drowns (doubts) it. Exit. King Let's follow<,> Gertrude: How much I had to do to calm his rage,(?) Now fear I this will give it start again,(;) Therefore let's follow. Exeunt. +áóô 5+ +SCENE 1+ Enter two Clownes. Clowne Is she to be buried in Christian burial, when she} <that> wilfully seeks her own salvation? Other I tell thee she is, <and> therefore make her grave straight, the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it Christian burial. Clowne 6 How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her own defence.(?) Other Why 'tis found so. Clowne 9 It must be so (se) offended (offendendo), it cannot be else,(:) for here lies the point; if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act,(:) & an act hath three branches,(.) it is, to (an) act, to do{,} <and> to per- form{, or all}; <argal,> she drowned herself wittingly. Other Nay, but hear you, good{ }man delver. Clowne 15 Give me leave. Here lies the water,(;) good,(:) here stands the man,(;) good,(:) if the man go to this water, & drown himself,(;) it is will he{,} nill he, he goes,(;) mark you that,(?) but if the water come to him{,} & drown him,(;) he drowns not himself,(.) argall, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. Other 21 But is this law? Clowne Ay, marry, is 't, crowner's quest law. Other Will you ha' the truth on 't,{:} if this had not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out a (of) christian burial. Clowne 26 Why there thou say'st: and the more pity that great folk should have count<e>na{u}nce in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than their even- christian:(.) come, my spade,(;) there is no ancient gentleman but gardeners, ditchers, and grave- makers,(;) they hold up Adam's profession. Other 32 Was he a gentleman? Clowne He was the first that ever bore arms. <Other Why he had none. Clowne 35 What, art a heathen? how dost thou understand the Scripture? the Scripture says Adam digg'd; could he dig without arms?> I'll put another ques- tion to thee,(;) if thou answerest me not to the pur- pose, confess thyself.(-) Other 40 Go to. Clowne What is he that builrls stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? Other The gallows-maker,(,) for that <frame> outlives a thousand tenants. Clowne 45 I like thy wit well in good faith, the gallows does well,(;) but how does it well? It does well to those that do ill,(:) now thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the church,(:) argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To 't again, come. Other 51 Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a carpenter? Clowne Ay, tell me that<,> and unyoke. Other Marry<,> now I can tell. Clowne 55 To 't. Other Mass<,> I cannot tell. <Enter Hamlet and Horatio, afar off> Clowne Cudgel thy brains no more about it,(;) for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and, when you are asked this question next,(;) say a grave- maker,(:) the houses <that> he makes last till dooms- day.(:) Go<,> get thee {in, and} <to Yaughan,> fetch me a soope (stoup) of liquor. <Sings.> In youth when I did love, did love, {Song.} Methought it was very sweet<:> 65 To contract Ï the time, for a my behove, ï methought there a was nothing {a} meet. {Enter Hamlet and Horatio.} Hamlet Has this fellow no feeling of his business? {*}(,) <that> {* busines? a 2ë×} he sings in (at) grave-making? Horatio Custom hath made it in (at) him a property of easiness. Hamlet 70 Tis e'en so,(;) the hand of little employment hath the d<a>intier sense. Clowne <Sings.> But age with his stealing steps {Song.} Hath claw'd (caught) me in his clutch,(:) And hath shipped me into (untill) the land, 75 As if I had never been such. +Throws up a skull.+ Hamlet That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder(:) this (it) might be the pate of a politician, which this ass <now> o'erreaches (o'er Offices); one that w(c)ould circumvent God, might it not? Horatio 82 It might<,> my lord. Hamlet Or of a courtier, which could say<,> good morrow sweet lord,(:) how dost thou sweet (good) lord? This might be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when he went (meant) to beg it,(;) might it not? Horatio 88 Ay<,> my lord. Hamlet Why e'en so,(:) & now my lady wormes<,> chap- less, & knocked about the massene (mazard) with a sexton's spade; here's fine revolution<,> and (if) we had the trick to see 't,(.) did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggets with them:(?) mine ache to think on 't. Clowne Song (Clown sings). 95 A pick-axe and a spade<,> a spade, For and a shrouding sheet,(:) ï a pit of clay for to be made<,> For such a guest is meet. +He digs up more skulls+. Hamlet 99 There's another,(:) why may (might) not that be the skull of a lawyer,(?) where be his quiddit{ie}s now,(?) his quillities {*} (quillets),(?) his cases,(?) his tenures, and {* quillites} his tricks? why does he suffer this mad (rude) knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery,(?) hum,(.) this fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries,(:) <is this the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries,> to have his fine pate full of fine dirt,(?) will <his> vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases<,> & double{s} <ones too>, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will scarcely (hardly) lie in this box,(;) & must the inheri- tor himself have no more,(?) ha.(?) Horatio 115 Not a jot more<,> my lord. Hamlet Is not parchment made of sheepskins? Horatio Ay my lord, and of calves' skins too. Hamlet They are sheep and calves which (that) seek out assurance in that,(.) I will speak to this fellow.(:) Whose grave's this sirrah (Sir)? Clowne 121 Mine sir,(:) +Sings.+ Or (O) a pit of clay for to be made.(,) <For such a guest is meet.> Hamlet I think it be thine indeed,(:) for thou liest in't. Clowne 126 You lie out on't sir, and therefore it is not yours;(:) for my part<,> I do not lie in 't,(;) <and> yet it is mine. Hamlet Thou dost lie in 't<,> to be in 't & say it is thine,(:) 'tis for the dead, not for the quick, therefore thou liest. Clowne 131 Tis a quick lie sir, 'twill away again from me to you. Hamlet What man dost thou dig it for? Clowne For no man sir. Hamlet 135 What woman then? Clowne For none neither. Hamlet Who is to be buried in 't? Clowne One that was a woman sir,(;) but rest her soul<,> she's dead. Hamlet 140 How absolute the knave is(?) we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.(:) By the Lord Horatio, this (these) three years I have took (taken) a note of it, the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel<es> of the (our) courtier<,> he galls his kibe. How long hast thou been <a> grave-maker? ClownÅ 147 Of <all> the days i' th' year<;> I came to 't that day that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. Hamlet 150 How long is that since? Clowne Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that,(:) it was that (the) very day that young Hamlet was bom:(,) he that is (was) mad<,> and sent into England. Hamlet Ay marry, why was he sent into England? Clowne 155 Why<,> because he was mad:(;) he shall recover his wits there,(;) or if he do not, it's no great matter there. Hamlet Why? Clowne 'Twill not be seen in him {there}, there the men are as mad as he. Hamlet 161 How came he mad? Clowne Very strangely they say. Hamlet How strangely? Clowne Faith e'en with losing his wits. Hamlet 165 Upon what ground? Clowne Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton (sixeteene) here, man and boy, thirty years. Hamlet How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot? Clowne 169 Faith (Ifaith), if he be not rotten before he die{,} <(>as we have many pocky corses <nowadays>, that will scarce hold the laying in,()) he will last you some eight year, or nine year. A tanner will last you nine year. Hamlet Why he more than another? Clowne 174 Why sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while;(.) & your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body,(.) here's a skull now<: this Skull,> hath (has) lain {you} in the earth 23 (three and twenty years). Hamlet Whose was it? Clowne 180 A whoreson mad fellow's it was,(;) whose 6o you think it was? Hamlet Nay<,> I know not. Clowne A pestilence on him for a mad rogue, a' poured a flagon of rhenish on my head once;(.) <sir,> this same skull sir, was {sir} Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Hamlet 186 This? Clowne E'en that. Hamlet <Let me see.> Alas poor Yorick, I knew him, Hor- atio, a fellow of infinite jest,(;) of most excellent fancy, he hath bor<n>e me on his back a thousand times,(:) and {now} how abhorred (in) my imagination {it} is:(,) my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft,(.) where be your gibes now? your gambols,(?) your songs,(?) your flashes of merriment{,} that were wont to set the table on a roar,(?) Not (no) one now to mock your own grinning (ieering)? quite chap-fallen.(?) Now get you to my lady's table (chamber), & tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come,(.) make her laugh at that.(:) Prithee Horatio tell me one thing. Horatio 201 What's that my lord? Hamlet D