From cc9286edec52a90ebf3697c716c5d93c8ae2be1a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Mark Bates Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2019 10:24:05 -0400 Subject: [PATCH] remove hepa dep --- examples/app/go.sum | 11 - go.mod | 1 - go.sum | 2 - here/info.go | 4 +- here/module.go | 4 +- .../takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/LICENSE | 21 + .../github.com/markbates/hepa/filter.go | 35 + .../github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/env.go | 42 + .../markbates/hepa/filters/filters.go | 12 + .../markbates/hepa/filters/golang.go | 51 + .../github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/home.go | 31 + .../markbates/hepa/filters/masks.go | 5917 +++++++++++++++++ .../markbates/hepa/filters/secrets.go | 29 + .../takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/hepa.go | 15 + .../github.com/markbates/hepa/purifier.go | 67 + .../github.com/markbates/hepa/version.go | 4 + 16 files changed, 6228 insertions(+), 18 deletions(-) create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/LICENSE create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filter.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/env.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/filters.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/golang.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/home.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/masks.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/secrets.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/hepa.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/purifier.go create mode 100644 internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/version.go diff --git a/examples/app/go.sum b/examples/app/go.sum index e800a39..a745ae6 100644 --- a/examples/app/go.sum +++ b/examples/app/go.sum @@ -1,14 +1,5 @@ github.com/davecgh/go-spew v1.1.0 h1:ZDRjVQ15GmhC3fiQ8ni8+OwkZQO4DARzQgrnXU1Liz8= github.com/davecgh/go-spew v1.1.0/go.mod h1:J7Y8YcW2NihsgmVo/mv3lAwl/skON4iLHjSsI+c5H38= -github.com/davecgh/go-spew v1.1.1 h1:vj9j/u1bqnvCEfJOwUhtlOARqs3+rkHYY13jYWTU97c= -github.com/davecgh/go-spew v1.1.1/go.mod h1:J7Y8YcW2NihsgmVo/mv3lAwl/skON4iLHjSsI+c5H38= -github.com/kr/pretty v0.1.0 h1:L/CwN0zerZDmRFUapSPitk6f+Q3+0za1rQkzVuMiMFI= -github.com/kr/pretty v0.1.0/go.mod h1:dAy3ld7l9f0ibDNOQOHHMYYIIbhfbHSm3C4ZsoJORNo= -github.com/kr/pty v1.1.1/go.mod h1:pFQYn66WHrOpPYNljwOMqo10TkYh1fy3cYio2l3bCsQ= -github.com/kr/text v0.1.0 h1:45sCR5RtlFHMR4UwH9sdQ5TC8v0qDQCHnXt+kaKSTVE= -github.com/kr/text v0.1.0/go.mod h1:4Jbv+DJW3UT/LiOwJeYQe1efqtUx/iVham/4vfdArNI= -github.com/markbates/errx v1.1.0 h1:QDFeR+UP95dO12JgW+tgi2UVfo0V8YBHiUIOaeBPiEI= -github.com/markbates/errx v1.1.0/go.mod h1:PLa46Oex9KNbVDZhKel8v1OT7hD5JZ2eI7AHhA0wswc= github.com/markbates/hepa v0.0.0-20190718154049-1d900199db5b h1:ns0oO2sMEoFJMmrbiWzGQO5AR3GgqfYRAos0gz8C0Cw= github.com/markbates/hepa v0.0.0-20190718154049-1d900199db5b/go.mod h1:jHlCX3RNqF+epcY1FxjLyDGzr3l9+mNCh3YDDw6BFvY= github.com/pmezard/go-difflib v1.0.0 h1:4DBwDE0NGyQoBHbLQYPwSUPoCMWR5BEzIk/f1lZbAQM= @@ -18,7 +9,5 @@ github.com/stretchr/testify v1.4.0 h1:2E4SXV/wtOkTonXsotYi4li6zVWxYlZuYNCXe9XRJy github.com/stretchr/testify v1.4.0/go.mod h1:j7eGeouHqKxXV5pUuKE4zz7dFj8WfuZ+81PSLYec5m4= gopkg.in/check.v1 v0.0.0-20161208181325-20d25e280405 h1:yhCVgyC4o1eVCa2tZl7eS0r+SDo693bJlVdllGtEeKM= gopkg.in/check.v1 v0.0.0-20161208181325-20d25e280405/go.mod h1:Co6ibVJAznAaIkqp8huTwlJQCZ016jof/cbN4VW5Yz0= -gopkg.in/check.v1 v1.0.0-20180628173108-788fd7840127 h1:qIbj1fsPNlZgppZ+VLlY7N33q108Sa+fhmuc+sWQYwY= -gopkg.in/check.v1 v1.0.0-20180628173108-788fd7840127/go.mod h1:Co6ibVJAznAaIkqp8huTwlJQCZ016jof/cbN4VW5Yz0= gopkg.in/yaml.v2 v2.2.2 h1:ZCJp+EgiOT7lHqUV2J862kp8Qj64Jo6az82+3Td9dZw= gopkg.in/yaml.v2 v2.2.2/go.mod h1:hI93XBmqTisBFMUTm0b8Fm+jr3Dg1NNxqwp+5A1VGuI= diff --git a/go.mod b/go.mod index 54890a4..041ee32 100644 --- a/go.mod +++ b/go.mod @@ -5,7 +5,6 @@ go 1.13 require ( github.com/davecgh/go-spew v1.1.1 // indirect github.com/kr/pretty v0.1.0 // indirect - github.com/markbates/hepa v0.0.0-20190718154049-1d900199db5b github.com/stretchr/testify v1.4.0 gopkg.in/check.v1 v1.0.0-20180628173108-788fd7840127 // indirect ) diff --git a/go.sum b/go.sum index 3d600c8..b1fc754 100644 --- a/go.sum +++ b/go.sum @@ -7,8 +7,6 @@ github.com/kr/pretty v0.1.0/go.mod h1:dAy3ld7l9f0ibDNOQOHHMYYIIbhfbHSm3C4ZsoJORN github.com/kr/pty v1.1.1/go.mod h1:pFQYn66WHrOpPYNljwOMqo10TkYh1fy3cYio2l3bCsQ= github.com/kr/text v0.1.0 h1:45sCR5RtlFHMR4UwH9sdQ5TC8v0qDQCHnXt+kaKSTVE= github.com/kr/text v0.1.0/go.mod h1:4Jbv+DJW3UT/LiOwJeYQe1efqtUx/iVham/4vfdArNI= -github.com/markbates/hepa v0.0.0-20190718154049-1d900199db5b h1:ns0oO2sMEoFJMmrbiWzGQO5AR3GgqfYRAos0gz8C0Cw= -github.com/markbates/hepa v0.0.0-20190718154049-1d900199db5b/go.mod h1:jHlCX3RNqF+epcY1FxjLyDGzr3l9+mNCh3YDDw6BFvY= github.com/pmezard/go-difflib v1.0.0 h1:4DBwDE0NGyQoBHbLQYPwSUPoCMWR5BEzIk/f1lZbAQM= github.com/pmezard/go-difflib v1.0.0/go.mod h1:iKH77koFhYxTK1pcRnkKkqfTogsbg7gZNVY4sRDYZ/4= github.com/stretchr/objx v0.1.0/go.mod h1:HFkY916IF+rwdDfMAkV7OtwuqBVzrE8GR6GFx+wExME= diff --git a/here/info.go b/here/info.go index ca64156..534c743 100644 --- a/here/info.go +++ b/here/info.go @@ -9,8 +9,8 @@ import ( "runtime" "strings" - "github.com/markbates/hepa" - "github.com/markbates/hepa/filters" + "github.com/markbates/pkger/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa" + "github.com/markbates/pkger/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters" ) // Info represents details about the directory/package diff --git a/here/module.go b/here/module.go index 324355d..36e34cd 100644 --- a/here/module.go +++ b/here/module.go @@ -3,8 +3,8 @@ package here import ( "encoding/json" - "github.com/markbates/hepa" - "github.com/markbates/hepa/filters" + "github.com/markbates/pkger/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa" + "github.com/markbates/pkger/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters" ) type Module struct { diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/LICENSE b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/LICENSE new file mode 100644 index 0000000..649efd4 --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/LICENSE @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +The MIT License (MIT) + +Copyright (c) 2019 Mark Bates + +Permission is hereby granted, free of charge, to any person obtaining a copy +of this software and associated documentation files (the "Software"), to deal +in the Software without restriction, including without limitation the rights +to use, copy, modify, merge, publish, distribute, sublicense, and/or sell +copies of the Software, and to permit persons to whom the Software is +furnished to do so, subject to the following conditions: + +The above copyright notice and this permission notice shall be included in all +copies or substantial portions of the Software. + +THE SOFTWARE IS PROVIDED "AS IS", WITHOUT WARRANTY OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR +IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO THE WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY, +FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE AND NONINFRINGEMENT. IN NO EVENT SHALL THE +AUTHORS OR COPYRIGHT HOLDERS BE LIABLE FOR ANY CLAIM, DAMAGES OR OTHER +LIABILITY, WHETHER IN AN ACTION OF CONTRACT, TORT OR OTHERWISE, ARISING FROM, +OUT OF OR IN CONNECTION WITH THE SOFTWARE OR THE USE OR OTHER DEALINGS IN THE +SOFTWARE. diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filter.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filter.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c94b5d4 --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filter.go @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +package hepa + +import "bytes" + +type Filter interface { + Filter([]byte) ([]byte, error) +} + +type FilterFunc func([]byte) ([]byte, error) + +func (f FilterFunc) Filter(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + return f(b) +} + +func Rinse(p Purifier, s, r []byte) Purifier { + return WithFunc(p, func(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + b = bytes.ReplaceAll(b, s, r) + return b, nil + }) +} + +func Clean(p Purifier, s []byte) Purifier { + return WithFunc(p, func(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + if bytes.Contains(b, s) { + return []byte{}, nil + } + return b, nil + }) +} + +func Noop() FilterFunc { + return func(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + return b, nil + } +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/env.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/env.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0c9442f --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/env.go @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +package filters + +import ( + "os" + "strconv" + "strings" +) + +var env = func() map[string]string { + m := map[string]string{} + + for _, line := range os.Environ() { + kv := strings.Split(line, "=") + + k, v := kv[0], kv[1] + kt, vt := strings.TrimSpace(k), strings.TrimSpace(v) + + if len(kt) == 0 || len(vt) == 0 { + continue + } + + switch k { + case "GO111MODULE": + continue + } + + switch v { + case "true", "TRUE", "false", "FALSE", "null", "nil", "NULL": + continue + } + + if _, err := strconv.Atoi(k); err == nil { + continue + } + if _, err := strconv.Atoi(v); err == nil { + continue + } + + m[k] = v + } + return m +}() diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/filters.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/filters.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2dc1ecf --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/filters.go @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +package filters + +type FilterFunc func([]byte) ([]byte, error) + +func (f FilterFunc) Filter(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + return f(b) +} + +type dir struct { + Dir string + Err error +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/golang.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/golang.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec0091a --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/golang.go @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +package filters + +import ( + "bytes" + "os" + "path/filepath" +) + +func Golang() FilterFunc { + return func(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + gp, err := gopath(home) + if err != nil { + return nil, err + } + + b = bytes.ReplaceAll(b, []byte(gp.Dir), []byte("$GOPATH")) + + gru, err := goroot(gp) + if err != nil { + return nil, err + } + b = bytes.ReplaceAll(b, []byte(gru.Dir), []byte("$GOROOT")) + return b, nil + } +} + +func goroot(gp dir) (dir, error) { + gru, ok := os.LookupEnv("GOROOT") + if !ok { + if gp.Err != nil { + return gp, gp.Err + } + gru = filepath.Join(string(gp.Dir), "go") + } + return dir{ + Dir: gru, + }, nil +} + +func gopath(home dir) (dir, error) { + gp, ok := os.LookupEnv("GOPATH") + if !ok { + if home.Err != nil { + return home, home.Err + } + gp = filepath.Join(string(home.Dir), "go") + } + return dir{ + Dir: gp, + }, nil +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/home.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/home.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b9d321 --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/home.go @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ +package filters + +import ( + "bytes" + "os" +) + +var home = func() dir { + var d dir + home, ok := os.LookupEnv("HOME") + if !ok { + pwd, err := os.Getwd() + if err != nil { + d.Err = err + return d + } + home = pwd + } + d.Dir = home + + return d +}() + +func Home() FilterFunc { + return func(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + if home.Err != nil { + return b, home.Err + } + return bytes.ReplaceAll(b, []byte(home.Dir), []byte("$HOME")), nil + } +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/masks.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/masks.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..40b669c --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/masks.go @@ -0,0 +1,5917 @@ +package filters + +import ( + "bufio" + "bytes" + "io" + "math/rand" + "strings" + "time" +) + +func init() { + rand.Seed(time.Now().UnixNano()) +} + +var masks = func() []string { + var s []string + r := bufio.NewReader(strings.NewReader(hamlet)) + for { + input, _, err := r.ReadLine() + if err != nil && err == io.EOF { + break + } + input = bytes.TrimSpace(input) + input = bytes.ReplaceAll(input, []byte("\t"), []byte(" ")) + if len(input) < 10 || len(input) > 50 { + continue + } + s = append(s, string(input)) + } + rand.Seed(int64(len(s) - 1)) + return s +}() + +func mask() string { + i := rand.Intn(len(masks) - 1) + return masks[i] +} + +const hamlet = ` + HAMLET + + DRAMATIS PERSONAE + +CLAUDIUS king of Denmark. (KING CLAUDIUS:) + +HAMLET son to the late, and nephew to the present king. + +POLONIUS lord chamberlain. (LORD POLONIUS:) + +HORATIO friend to Hamlet. + +LAERTES son to Polonius. + +LUCIANUS nephew to the king. + +VOLTIMAND | + | +CORNELIUS | + | +ROSENCRANTZ | courtiers. + | +GUILDENSTERN | + | +OSRIC | + + A Gentleman, (Gentlemen:) + + A Priest. (First Priest:) + +MARCELLUS | + | officers. +BERNARDO | + +FRANCISCO a soldier. + +REYNALDO servant to Polonius. + Players. + (First Player:) + (Player King:) + (Player Queen:) + + Two Clowns, grave-diggers. + (First Clown:) + (Second Clown:) + +FORTINBRAS prince of Norway. (PRINCE FORTINBRAS:) + + A Captain. + + English Ambassadors. (First Ambassador:) + +GERTRUDE queen of Denmark, and mother to Hamlet. + (QUEEN GERTRUDE:) + +OPHELIA daughter to Polonius. + + Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, + and other Attendants. (Lord:) + (First Sailor:) + (Messenger:) + + Ghost of Hamlet's Father. (Ghost:) + +SCENE Denmark. + + HAMLET + +ACT I + +SCENE I Elsinore. A platform before the castle. + + [FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO] + +BERNARDO Who's there? + +FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. + +BERNARDO Long live the king! + +FRANCISCO Bernardo? + +BERNARDO He. + +FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour. + +BERNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. + +FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, + And I am sick at heart. + +BERNARDO Have you had quiet guard? + +FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring. + +BERNARDO Well, good night. + If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, + The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. + +FRANCISCO I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there? + + [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS] + +HORATIO Friends to this ground. + +MARCELLUS And liegemen to the Dane. + +FRANCISCO Give you good night. + +MARCELLUS O, farewell, honest soldier: + Who hath relieved you? + +FRANCISCO Bernardo has my place. + Give you good night. + + [Exit] + +MARCELLUS Holla! Bernardo! + +BERNARDO Say, + What, is Horatio there? + +HORATIO A piece of him. + +BERNARDO Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus. + +MARCELLUS What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? + +BERNARDO I have seen nothing. + +MARCELLUS Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy, + And will not let belief take hold of him + Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: + Therefore I have entreated him along + With us to watch the minutes of this night; + That if again this apparition come, + He may approve our eyes and speak to it. + +HORATIO Tush, tush, 'twill not appear. + +BERNARDO Sit down awhile; + And let us once again assail your ears, + That are so fortified against our story + What we have two nights seen. + +HORATIO Well, sit we down, + And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. + +BERNARDO Last night of all, + When yond same star that's westward from the pole + Had made his course to illume that part of heaven + Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, + The bell then beating one,-- + + [Enter Ghost] + +MARCELLUS Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! + +BERNARDO In the same figure, like the king that's dead. + +MARCELLUS Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. + +BERNARDO Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. + +HORATIO Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder. + +BERNARDO It would be spoke to. + +MARCELLUS Question it, Horatio. + +HORATIO What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, + Together with that fair and warlike form + In which the majesty of buried Denmark + Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak! + +MARCELLUS It is offended. + +BERNARDO See, it stalks away! + +HORATIO Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak! + + [Exit Ghost] + +MARCELLUS 'Tis gone, and will not answer. + +BERNARDO How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale: + Is not this something more than fantasy? + What think you on't? + +HORATIO Before my God, I might not this believe + Without the sensible and true avouch + Of mine own eyes. + +MARCELLUS Is it not like the king? + +HORATIO As thou art to thyself: + Such was the very armour he had on + When he the ambitious Norway combated; + So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, + He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice. + 'Tis strange. + +MARCELLUS Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, + With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. + +HORATIO In what particular thought to work I know not; + But in the gross and scope of my opinion, + This bodes some strange eruption to our state. + +MARCELLUS Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows, + Why this same strict and most observant watch + So nightly toils the subject of the land, + And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, + And foreign mart for implements of war; + Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task + Does not divide the Sunday from the week; + What might be toward, that this sweaty haste + Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day: + Who is't that can inform me? + +HORATIO That can I; + At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, + Whose image even but now appear'd to us, + Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, + Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, + Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet-- + For so this side of our known world esteem'd him-- + Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact, + Well ratified by law and heraldry, + Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands + Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror: + Against the which, a moiety competent + Was gaged by our king; which had return'd + To the inheritance of Fortinbras, + Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant, + And carriage of the article design'd, + His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras, + Of unimproved mettle hot and full, + Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there + Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes, + For food and diet, to some enterprise + That hath a stomach in't; which is no other-- + As it doth well appear unto our state-- + But to recover of us, by strong hand + And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands + So by his father lost: and this, I take it, + Is the main motive of our preparations, + The source of this our watch and the chief head + Of this post-haste and romage in the land. + +BERNARDO I think it be no other but e'en so: + Well may it sort that this portentous figure + Comes armed through our watch; so like the king + That was and is the question of these wars. + +HORATIO A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. + In the most high and palmy state of Rome, + A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, + The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead + Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: + As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, + Disasters in the sun; and the moist star + Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands + Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: + And even the like precurse of fierce events, + As harbingers preceding still the fates + And prologue to the omen coming on, + Have heaven and earth together demonstrated + Unto our climatures and countrymen.-- + But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again! + + [Re-enter Ghost] + + I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion! + If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, + Speak to me: + If there be any good thing to be done, + That may to thee do ease and grace to me, + Speak to me: + + [Cock crows] + + If thou art privy to thy country's fate, + Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak! + Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life + Extorted treasure in the womb of earth, + For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, + Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus. + +MARCELLUS Shall I strike at it with my partisan? + +HORATIO Do, if it will not stand. + +BERNARDO 'Tis here! + +HORATIO 'Tis here! + +MARCELLUS 'Tis gone! + + [Exit Ghost] + + We do it wrong, being so majestical, + To offer it the show of violence; + For it is, as the air, invulnerable, + And our vain blows malicious mockery. + +BERNARDO It was about to speak, when the cock crew. + +HORATIO And then it started like a guilty thing + Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, + The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, + Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat + Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, + Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, + The extravagant and erring spirit hies + To his confine: and of the truth herein + This present object made probation. + +MARCELLUS It faded on the crowing of the cock. + Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes + Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, + The bird of dawning singeth all night long: + And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; + The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, + No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, + So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. + +HORATIO So have I heard and do in part believe it. + But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, + Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill: + Break we our watch up; and by my advice, + Let us impart what we have seen to-night + Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, + This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him. + Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, + As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? + +MARCELLUS Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know + Where we shall find him most conveniently. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT I + +SCENE II A room of state in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, + POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, + and Attendants] + +KING CLAUDIUS Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death + The memory be green, and that it us befitted + To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom + To be contracted in one brow of woe, + Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature + That we with wisest sorrow think on him, + Together with remembrance of ourselves. + Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, + The imperial jointress to this warlike state, + Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,-- + With an auspicious and a dropping eye, + With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, + In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- + Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd + Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone + With this affair along. For all, our thanks. + Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, + Holding a weak supposal of our worth, + Or thinking by our late dear brother's death + Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, + Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, + He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, + Importing the surrender of those lands + Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, + To our most valiant brother. So much for him. + Now for ourself and for this time of meeting: + Thus much the business is: we have here writ + To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,-- + Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears + Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress + His further gait herein; in that the levies, + The lists and full proportions, are all made + Out of his subject: and we here dispatch + You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, + For bearers of this greeting to old Norway; + Giving to you no further personal power + To business with the king, more than the scope + Of these delated articles allow. + Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty. + +CORNELIUS | + | In that and all things will we show our duty. +VOLTIMAND | + +KING CLAUDIUS We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. + + [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS] + + And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? + You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes? + You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, + And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes, + That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? + The head is not more native to the heart, + The hand more instrumental to the mouth, + Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. + What wouldst thou have, Laertes? + +LAERTES My dread lord, + Your leave and favour to return to France; + From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, + To show my duty in your coronation, + Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, + My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France + And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. + +KING CLAUDIUS Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius? + +LORD POLONIUS He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave + By laboursome petition, and at last + Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent: + I do beseech you, give him leave to go. + +KING CLAUDIUS Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, + And thy best graces spend it at thy will! + But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,-- + +HAMLET [Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind. + +KING CLAUDIUS How is it that the clouds still hang on you? + +HAMLET Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, + And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. + Do not for ever with thy vailed lids + Seek for thy noble father in the dust: + Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, + Passing through nature to eternity. + +HAMLET Ay, madam, it is common. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE If it be, + Why seems it so particular with thee? + +HAMLET Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.' + 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, + Nor customary suits of solemn black, + Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, + No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, + Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, + Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, + That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, + For they are actions that a man might play: + But I have that within which passeth show; + These but the trappings and the suits of woe. + +KING CLAUDIUS 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet, + To give these mourning duties to your father: + But, you must know, your father lost a father; + That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound + In filial obligation for some term + To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever + In obstinate condolement is a course + Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief; + It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, + A heart unfortified, a mind impatient, + An understanding simple and unschool'd: + For what we know must be and is as common + As any the most vulgar thing to sense, + Why should we in our peevish opposition + Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, + A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, + To reason most absurd: whose common theme + Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, + From the first corse till he that died to-day, + 'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth + This unprevailing woe, and think of us + As of a father: for let the world take note, + You are the most immediate to our throne; + And with no less nobility of love + Than that which dearest father bears his son, + Do I impart toward you. For your intent + In going back to school in Wittenberg, + It is most retrograde to our desire: + And we beseech you, bend you to remain + Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye, + Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: + I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. + +HAMLET I shall in all my best obey you, madam. + +KING CLAUDIUS Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply: + Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come; + This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet + Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, + No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, + But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell, + And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again, + Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. + + [Exeunt all but HAMLET] + +HAMLET O, that this too too solid flesh would melt + Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! + Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd + His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! + How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, + Seem to me all the uses of this world! + Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, + That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature + Possess it merely. That it should come to this! + But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: + So excellent a king; that was, to this, + Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother + That he might not beteem the winds of heaven + Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! + Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, + As if increase of appetite had grown + By what it fed on: and yet, within a month-- + Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!-- + A little month, or ere those shoes were old + With which she follow'd my poor father's body, + Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she-- + O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, + Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle, + My father's brother, but no more like my father + Than I to Hercules: within a month: + Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears + Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, + She married. O, most wicked speed, to post + With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! + It is not nor it cannot come to good: + But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue. + + [Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO] + +HORATIO Hail to your lordship! + +HAMLET I am glad to see you well: + Horatio,--or I do forget myself. + +HORATIO The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. + +HAMLET Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you: + And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus? + +MARCELLUS My good lord-- + +HAMLET I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir. + But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg? + +HORATIO A truant disposition, good my lord. + +HAMLET I would not hear your enemy say so, + Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, + To make it truster of your own report + Against yourself: I know you are no truant. + But what is your affair in Elsinore? + We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. + +HORATIO My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. + +HAMLET I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; + I think it was to see my mother's wedding. + +HORATIO Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. + +HAMLET Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats + Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. + Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven + Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! + My father!--methinks I see my father. + +HORATIO Where, my lord? + +HAMLET In my mind's eye, Horatio. + +HORATIO I saw him once; he was a goodly king. + +HAMLET He was a man, take him for all in all, + I shall not look upon his like again. + +HORATIO My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. + +HAMLET Saw? who? + +HORATIO My lord, the king your father. + +HAMLET The king my father! + +HORATIO Season your admiration for awhile + With an attent ear, till I may deliver, + Upon the witness of these gentlemen, + This marvel to you. + +HAMLET For God's love, let me hear. + +HORATIO Two nights together had these gentlemen, + Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, + In the dead vast and middle of the night, + Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, + Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, + Appears before them, and with solemn march + Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd + By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, + Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled + Almost to jelly with the act of fear, + Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me + In dreadful secrecy impart they did; + And I with them the third night kept the watch; + Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, + Form of the thing, each word made true and good, + The apparition comes: I knew your father; + These hands are not more like. + +HAMLET But where was this? + +MARCELLUS My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. + +HAMLET Did you not speak to it? + +HORATIO My lord, I did; + But answer made it none: yet once methought + It lifted up its head and did address + Itself to motion, like as it would speak; + But even then the morning cock crew loud, + And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, + And vanish'd from our sight. + +HAMLET 'Tis very strange. + +HORATIO As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true; + And we did think it writ down in our duty + To let you know of it. + +HAMLET Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. + Hold you the watch to-night? + +MARCELLUS | + | We do, my lord. +BERNARDO | + +HAMLET Arm'd, say you? + +MARCELLUS | + | Arm'd, my lord. +BERNARDO | + +HAMLET From top to toe? + +MARCELLUS | + | My lord, from head to foot. +BERNARDO | + +HAMLET Then saw you not his face? + +HORATIO O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up. + +HAMLET What, look'd he frowningly? + +HORATIO A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. + +HAMLET Pale or red? + +HORATIO Nay, very pale. + +HAMLET And fix'd his eyes upon you? + +HORATIO Most constantly. + +HAMLET I would I had been there. + +HORATIO It would have much amazed you. + +HAMLET Very like, very like. Stay'd it long? + +HORATIO While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. + +MARCELLUS | + | Longer, longer. +BERNARDO | + +HORATIO Not when I saw't. + +HAMLET His beard was grizzled--no? + +HORATIO It was, as I have seen it in his life, + A sable silver'd. + +HAMLET I will watch to-night; + Perchance 'twill walk again. + +HORATIO I warrant it will. + +HAMLET If it assume my noble father's person, + I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape + And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, + If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, + Let it be tenable in your silence still; + And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, + Give it an understanding, but no tongue: + I will requite your loves. So, fare you well: + Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, + I'll visit you. + +All Our duty to your honour. + +HAMLET Your loves, as mine to you: farewell. + + [Exeunt all but HAMLET] + + My father's spirit in arms! all is not well; + I doubt some foul play: would the night were come! + Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise, + Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. + + [Exit] + + HAMLET + +ACT I + +SCENE III A room in Polonius' house. + + [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA] + +LAERTES My necessaries are embark'd: farewell: + And, sister, as the winds give benefit + And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, + But let me hear from you. + +OPHELIA Do you doubt that? + +LAERTES For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour, + Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, + A violet in the youth of primy nature, + Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, + The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more. + +OPHELIA No more but so? + +LAERTES Think it no more; + For nature, crescent, does not grow alone + In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes, + The inward service of the mind and soul + Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, + And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch + The virtue of his will: but you must fear, + His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own; + For he himself is subject to his birth: + He may not, as unvalued persons do, + Carve for himself; for on his choice depends + The safety and health of this whole state; + And therefore must his choice be circumscribed + Unto the voice and yielding of that body + Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you, + It fits your wisdom so far to believe it + As he in his particular act and place + May give his saying deed; which is no further + Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. + Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, + If with too credent ear you list his songs, + Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open + To his unmaster'd importunity. + Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister, + And keep you in the rear of your affection, + Out of the shot and danger of desire. + The chariest maid is prodigal enough, + If she unmask her beauty to the moon: + Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: + The canker galls the infants of the spring, + Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, + And in the morn and liquid dew of youth + Contagious blastments are most imminent. + Be wary then; best safety lies in fear: + Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. + +OPHELIA I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, + As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, + Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, + Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; + Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, + Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, + And recks not his own rede. + +LAERTES O, fear me not. + I stay too long: but here my father comes. + + [Enter POLONIUS] + + A double blessing is a double grace, + Occasion smiles upon a second leave. + +LORD POLONIUS Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! + The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, + And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee! + And these few precepts in thy memory + See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, + Nor any unproportioned thought his act. + Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. + Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, + Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; + But do not dull thy palm with entertainment + Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware + Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, + Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. + Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; + Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. + Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, + But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; + For the apparel oft proclaims the man, + And they in France of the best rank and station + Are of a most select and generous chief in that. + Neither a borrower nor a lender be; + For loan oft loses both itself and friend, + And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. + This above all: to thine ownself be true, + And it must follow, as the night the day, + Thou canst not then be false to any man. + Farewell: my blessing season this in thee! + +LAERTES Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. + +LORD POLONIUS The time invites you; go; your servants tend. + +LAERTES Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well + What I have said to you. + +OPHELIA 'Tis in my memory lock'd, + And you yourself shall keep the key of it. + +LAERTES Farewell. + + [Exit] + +LORD POLONIUS What is't, Ophelia, be hath said to you? + +OPHELIA So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet. + +LORD POLONIUS Marry, well bethought: + 'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late + Given private time to you; and you yourself + Have of your audience been most free and bounteous: + If it be so, as so 'tis put on me, + And that in way of caution, I must tell you, + You do not understand yourself so clearly + As it behoves my daughter and your honour. + What is between you? give me up the truth. + +OPHELIA He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders + Of his affection to me. + +LORD POLONIUS Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl, + Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. + Do you believe his tenders, as you call them? + +OPHELIA I do not know, my lord, what I should think. + +LORD POLONIUS Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby; + That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, + Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly; + Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase, + Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool. + +OPHELIA My lord, he hath importuned me with love + In honourable fashion. + +LORD POLONIUS Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to. + +OPHELIA And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord, + With almost all the holy vows of heaven. + +LORD POLONIUS Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know, + When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul + Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter, + Giving more light than heat, extinct in both, + Even in their promise, as it is a-making, + You must not take for fire. From this time + Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence; + Set your entreatments at a higher rate + Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet, + Believe so much in him, that he is young + And with a larger tether may he walk + Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia, + Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, + Not of that dye which their investments show, + But mere implorators of unholy suits, + Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds, + The better to beguile. This is for all: + I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth, + Have you so slander any moment leisure, + As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet. + Look to't, I charge you: come your ways. + +OPHELIA I shall obey, my lord. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT I + +SCENE IV The platform. + + [Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS] + +HAMLET The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. + +HORATIO It is a nipping and an eager air. + +HAMLET What hour now? + +HORATIO I think it lacks of twelve. + +HAMLET No, it is struck. + +HORATIO Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season + Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk. + + [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within] + + What does this mean, my lord? + +HAMLET The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse, + Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; + And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, + The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out + The triumph of his pledge. + +HORATIO Is it a custom? + +HAMLET Ay, marry, is't: + But to my mind, though I am native here + And to the manner born, it is a custom + More honour'd in the breach than the observance. + This heavy-headed revel east and west + Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations: + They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase + Soil our addition; and indeed it takes + From our achievements, though perform'd at height, + The pith and marrow of our attribute. + So, oft it chances in particular men, + That for some vicious mole of nature in them, + As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty, + Since nature cannot choose his origin-- + By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, + Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, + Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens + The form of plausive manners, that these men, + Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, + Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,-- + Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace, + As infinite as man may undergo-- + Shall in the general censure take corruption + From that particular fault: the dram of eale + Doth all the noble substance of a doubt + To his own scandal. + +HORATIO Look, my lord, it comes! + + [Enter Ghost] + +HAMLET Angels and ministers of grace defend us! + Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, + Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, + Be thy intents wicked or charitable, + Thou comest in such a questionable shape + That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, + King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! + Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell + Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, + Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, + Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, + Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, + To cast thee up again. What may this mean, + That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel + Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, + Making night hideous; and we fools of nature + So horridly to shake our disposition + With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? + Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do? + + [Ghost beckons HAMLET] + +HORATIO It beckons you to go away with it, + As if it some impartment did desire + To you alone. + +MARCELLUS Look, with what courteous action + It waves you to a more removed ground: + But do not go with it. + +HORATIO No, by no means. + +HAMLET It will not speak; then I will follow it. + +HORATIO Do not, my lord. + +HAMLET Why, what should be the fear? + I do not set my life in a pin's fee; + And for my soul, what can it do to that, + Being a thing immortal as itself? + It waves me forth again: I'll follow it. + +HORATIO What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, + Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff + That beetles o'er his base into the sea, + And there assume some other horrible form, + Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason + And draw you into madness? think of it: + The very place puts toys of desperation, + Without more motive, into every brain + That looks so many fathoms to the sea + And hears it roar beneath. + +HAMLET It waves me still. + Go on; I'll follow thee. + +MARCELLUS You shall not go, my lord. + +HAMLET Hold off your hands. + +HORATIO Be ruled; you shall not go. + +HAMLET My fate cries out, + And makes each petty artery in this body + As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. + Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. + By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! + I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee. + + [Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET] + +HORATIO He waxes desperate with imagination. + +MARCELLUS Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him. + +HORATIO Have after. To what issue will this come? + +MARCELLUS Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. + +HORATIO Heaven will direct it. + +MARCELLUS Nay, let's follow him. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT I + +SCENE V Another part of the platform. + + [Enter GHOST and HAMLET] + +HAMLET Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further. + +Ghost Mark me. + +HAMLET I will. + +Ghost My hour is almost come, + When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames + Must render up myself. + +HAMLET Alas, poor ghost! + +Ghost Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing + To what I shall unfold. + +HAMLET Speak; I am bound to hear. + +Ghost So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear. + +HAMLET What? + +Ghost I am thy father's spirit, + Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, + And for the day confined to fast in fires, + Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature + Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid + To tell the secrets of my prison-house, + I could a tale unfold whose lightest word + Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, + Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, + Thy knotted and combined locks to part + And each particular hair to stand on end, + Like quills upon the fretful porpentine: + But this eternal blazon must not be + To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! + If thou didst ever thy dear father love-- + +HAMLET O God! + +Ghost Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. + +HAMLET Murder! + +Ghost Murder most foul, as in the best it is; + But this most foul, strange and unnatural. + +HAMLET Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift + As meditation or the thoughts of love, + May sweep to my revenge. + +Ghost I find thee apt; + And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed + That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, + Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: + 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, + A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark + Is by a forged process of my death + Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, + The serpent that did sting thy father's life + Now wears his crown. + +HAMLET O my prophetic soul! My uncle! + +Ghost Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, + With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,-- + O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power + So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust + The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen: + O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! + From me, whose love was of that dignity + That it went hand in hand even with the vow + I made to her in marriage, and to decline + Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor + To those of mine! + But virtue, as it never will be moved, + Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven, + So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd, + Will sate itself in a celestial bed, + And prey on garbage. + But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; + Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, + My custom always of the afternoon, + Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole, + With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, + And in the porches of my ears did pour + The leperous distilment; whose effect + Holds such an enmity with blood of man + That swift as quicksilver it courses through + The natural gates and alleys of the body, + And with a sudden vigour doth posset + And curd, like eager droppings into milk, + The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; + And a most instant tetter bark'd about, + Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, + All my smooth body. + Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand + Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd: + Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, + Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, + No reckoning made, but sent to my account + With all my imperfections on my head: + O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible! + If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; + Let not the royal bed of Denmark be + A couch for luxury and damned incest. + But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, + Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive + Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven + And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, + To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once! + The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, + And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire: + Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. + + [Exit] + +HAMLET O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? + And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart; + And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, + But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! + Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat + In this distracted globe. Remember thee! + Yea, from the table of my memory + I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, + All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, + That youth and observation copied there; + And thy commandment all alone shall live + Within the book and volume of my brain, + Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! + O most pernicious woman! + O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! + My tables,--meet it is I set it down, + That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; + At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark: + + [Writing] + + So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word; + It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.' + I have sworn 't. + +MARCELLUS | + | [Within] My lord, my lord,-- +HORATIO | + +MARCELLUS [Within] Lord Hamlet,-- + +HORATIO [Within] Heaven secure him! + +HAMLET So be it! + +HORATIO [Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord! + +HAMLET Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come. + + [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS] + +MARCELLUS How is't, my noble lord? + +HORATIO What news, my lord? + +HAMLET O, wonderful! + +HORATIO Good my lord, tell it. + +HAMLET No; you'll reveal it. + +HORATIO Not I, my lord, by heaven. + +MARCELLUS Nor I, my lord. + +HAMLET How say you, then; would heart of man once think it? + But you'll be secret? + +HORATIO | + | Ay, by heaven, my lord. +MARCELLUS | + +HAMLET There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark + But he's an arrant knave. + +HORATIO There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave + To tell us this. + +HAMLET Why, right; you are i' the right; + And so, without more circumstance at all, + I hold it fit that we shake hands and part: + You, as your business and desire shall point you; + For every man has business and desire, + Such as it is; and for mine own poor part, + Look you, I'll go pray. + +HORATIO These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. + +HAMLET I'm sorry they offend you, heartily; + Yes, 'faith heartily. + +HORATIO There's no offence, my lord. + +HAMLET Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, + And much offence too. Touching this vision here, + It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you: + For your desire to know what is between us, + O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends, + As you are friends, scholars and soldiers, + Give me one poor request. + +HORATIO What is't, my lord? we will. + +HAMLET Never make known what you have seen to-night. + +HORATIO | + | My lord, we will not. +MARCELLUS | + +HAMLET Nay, but swear't. + +HORATIO In faith, + My lord, not I. + +MARCELLUS Nor I, my lord, in faith. + +HAMLET Upon my sword. + +MARCELLUS We have sworn, my lord, already. + +HAMLET Indeed, upon my sword, indeed. + +Ghost [Beneath] Swear. + +HAMLET Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there, + truepenny? + Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage-- + Consent to swear. + +HORATIO Propose the oath, my lord. + +HAMLET Never to speak of this that you have seen, + Swear by my sword. + +Ghost [Beneath] Swear. + +HAMLET Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground. + Come hither, gentlemen, + And lay your hands again upon my sword: + Never to speak of this that you have heard, + Swear by my sword. + +Ghost [Beneath] Swear. + +HAMLET Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast? + A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends. + +HORATIO O 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 philosophy. But come; + Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, + How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself, + As I perchance hereafter shall think meet + To put an antic disposition on, + That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, + With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake, + Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, + As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,' + Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,' + Or such ambiguous giving out, to note + That you know aught of me: this not to do, + So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear. + +Ghost [Beneath] Swear. + +HAMLET Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! + + [They swear] + + So, gentlemen, + 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. + The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, + That ever I was born to set it right! + Nay, come, let's go together. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT II + +SCENE I A room in POLONIUS' house. + + [Enter POLONIUS and REYNALDO] + +LORD POLONIUS Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo. + +REYNALDO I will, my lord. + +LORD POLONIUS You shall do marvellous wisely, good Reynaldo, + Before you visit him, to make inquire + Of his behavior. + +REYNALDO My lord, I did intend it. + +LORD 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 + By this encompassment and drift of question + That they do know my son, come you more nearer + Than your particular demands will touch it: + Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; + As thus, 'I know his father and his friends, + And in part him: ' do you mark this, Reynaldo? + +REYNALDO Ay, very well, my lord. + +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 + 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. + +LORD POLONIUS Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing, quarrelling, + Drabbing: you may go so far. + +REYNALDO My lord, that would dishonour him. + +LORD POLONIUS 'Faith, no; as you may season it in the charge + You must not put another scandal on him, + 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 blood, + Of general assault. + +REYNALDO But, my good lord,-- + +LORD POLONIUS Wherefore should you do this? + +REYNALDO Ay, my lord, + I would know that. + +LORD POLONIUS Marry, sir, here's my drift; + And I believe, it is a fetch of wit: + You laying these slight sullies on my son, + As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you, + Your party in converse, him you would sound, + Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes + 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 the addition + Of man and country. + +REYNALDO Very good, my lord. + +LORD POLONIUS 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.' + +LORD POLONIUS At 'closes in the consequence,' ay, marry; + He closes thus: 'I know the gentleman; + I saw him yesterday, or t' other day, + Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as you say, + There was a' gaming; there o'ertook in's rouse; + 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 takes this carp of truth: + And thus do we of wisdom and of reach, + 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. + +LORD POLONIUS God be wi' you; fare you well. + +REYNALDO Good my lord! + +LORD POLONIUS Observe his inclination in yourself. + +REYNALDO I shall, my lord. + +LORD POLONIUS And let him ply his music. + +REYNALDO Well, my lord. + +LORD POLONIUS Farewell! + + [Exit REYNALDO] + + [Enter OPHELIA] + + How now, Ophelia! what's the matter? + +OPHELIA O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted! + +LORD POLONIUS With what, i' the name of God? + +OPHELIA My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, + Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced; + No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, + Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; + 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 + To speak of horrors,--he comes before me. + +LORD POLONIUS Mad for thy love? + +OPHELIA My lord, I do not know; + But truly, I do fear it. + +LORD 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; + 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, + He raised a sigh so piteous and profound + As it did seem to shatter all his bulk + And end his being: that done, he lets me go: + And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, + He seem'd to find his way without his eyes; + For out o' doors he went without their helps, + And, to the last, bended their light on me. + +LORD POLONIUS Come, go with me: I will go seek the king. + This is the very ecstasy of love, + Whose violent property fordoes itself + And leads the will to desperate undertakings + As oft as any passion 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, + I did repel his fetters and denied + His access to me. + +LORD POLONIUS That hath made him mad. + I am sorry that with better heed and judgment + I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did but trifle, + And meant to wreck thee; but, beshrew my jealousy! + By heaven, 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 + More grief to hide than hate to utter love. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT II + +SCENE II A room in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, + GUILDENSTERN, and Attendants] + +KING CLAUDIUS 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 + Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it, + Sith nor 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, + I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, + That, being of so young days brought up with him, + And sith so neighbour'd to his youth and havior, + That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court + Some little time: so by your companies + To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather, + So much as from occasion you may glean, + Whether aught, to us unknown, afflicts him thus, + That, open'd, lies within our remedy. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Good gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you; + And sure I am two men there 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, + 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 + Than to entreaty. + +GUILDENSTERN But we both obey, + And here give up ourselves, in the full bent + To lay our service freely at your feet, + To be commanded. + +KING CLAUDIUS Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz: + And I beseech you instantly to visit + My too much changed son. Go, some of you, + And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is. + +GUILDENSTERN Heavens make our presence and our practises + Pleasant and helpful to him! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Ay, amen! + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and some + Attendants] + + [Enter POLONIUS] + +LORD POLONIUS The ambassadors from Norway, my good lord, + Are joyfully return'd. + +KING CLAUDIUS Thou still hast been the father of good news. + +LORD POLONIUS Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege, + I hold my duty, as I hold my soul, + Both to my God and to my gracious king: + And I do think, or else this brain of mine + Hunts not the trail of policy so sure + As it hath used to do, that I have found + The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy. + +KING CLAUDIUS O, speak of that; that do I long to hear. + +LORD POLONIUS Give first admittance to the ambassadors; + My news shall be the fruit to that great feast. + +KING CLAUDIUS Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in. + + [Exit POLONIUS] + + He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found + The head and source of all your son's distemper. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE I doubt it is no other but the main; + His father's death, and our o'erhasty marriage. + +KING CLAUDIUS Well, we shall sift him. + + [Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS] + + Welcome, my good friends! + 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; + 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; + Receives rebuke from Norway, and in fine + Makes vow before his uncle never more + To give the assay of arms against your majesty. + Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, + Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee, + And his commission to employ those soldiers, + So levied as before, against the Polack: + With an entreaty, herein further shown, + + [Giving a paper] + + That it might please you to give quiet pass + Through your dominions for this enterprise, + On such regards of safety and allowance + As therein are set down. + +KING CLAUDIUS 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: + Go to your rest; at night we'll feast together: + Most welcome home! + + [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS] + +LORD POLONIUS This business is 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, + 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, + What is't but to be nothing else but mad? + But let that go. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE More matter, with less art. + +LORD POLONIUS Madam, I swear I use no art at all. + That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; + And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure; + 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: + 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. + + [Reads] + + '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 hear. Thus: + + [Reads] + + 'In her excellent white bosom, these, &c.' + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Came this from Hamlet to her? + +LORD POLONIUS Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful. + + [Reads] + + 'Doubt thou the stars are fire; + Doubt that the sun doth move; + Doubt truth to be a liar; + But never doubt I love. + 'O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers; + I have not art to reckon my groans: but that + I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu. + 'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst + this machine is to him, HAMLET.' + This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me, + And more above, hath his solicitings, + As they fell out by time, by means and place, + All given to mine ear. + +KING CLAUDIUS But how hath she + Received his love? + +LORD POLONIUS What do you think of me? + +KING CLAUDIUS As of a man faithful and honourable. + +LORD POLONIUS I would fain prove so. But what might you think, + When I had seen this hot love on the wing-- + 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 winking, mute and dumb, + 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 precepts gave her, + That she should lock herself from his resort, + Admit no messengers, receive no tokens. + Which done, she took the fruits of my advice; + And he, repulsed--a short tale to make-- + Fell into a sadness, then into a fast, + Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness, + Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension, + Into the madness wherein now he raves, + And all we mourn for. + +KING CLAUDIUS Do you think 'tis this? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE It may be, very likely. + +LORD POLONIUS Hath there been such a time--I'd fain know that-- + That I have positively said 'Tis so,' + When it proved otherwise? + +KING CLAUDIUS Not that I know. + +LORD POLONIUS [Pointing to his head and shoulder] + + Take this from this, if this be otherwise: + If circumstances lead me, I will find + Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed + Within the centre. + +KING CLAUDIUS How may we try it further? + +LORD POLONIUS You know, sometimes he walks four hours together + Here in the lobby. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE So he does indeed. + +LORD POLONIUS At such a time I'll loose my daughter to him: + 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 keep a farm and carters. + +KING CLAUDIUS We will try it. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE But, look, where sadly the poor wretch comes reading. + +LORD POLONIUS Away, I do beseech you, both away: + I'll board him presently. + + [Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, and + Attendants] + + [Enter HAMLET, reading] + + O, give me leave: + How does my good Lord Hamlet? + +HAMLET Well, God-a-mercy. + +LORD POLONIUS Do you know me, my lord? + +HAMLET Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. + +LORD POLONIUS Not I, my lord. + +HAMLET Then I would you were so honest a man. + +LORD POLONIUS Honest, my lord! + +HAMLET Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be + one man picked out of ten thousand. + +LORD POLONIUS That's very true, my lord. + +HAMLET For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a + god kissing carrion,--Have you a daughter? + +LORD POLONIUS I have, my lord. + +HAMLET Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a + blessing: but not as your daughter may conceive. + Friend, look to 't. + +LORD POLONIUS [Aside] 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 gone, far 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 Words, words, words. + +LORD POLONIUS What is the matter, my lord? + +HAMLET Between who? + +LORD POLONIUS I mean, the matter that you read, my lord. + +HAMLET Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here + that old men have grey beards, that their faces are + wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and + plum-tree gum and that they have a plentiful lack 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, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab + you could go backward. + +LORD POLONIUS [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method + in 't. Will you walk out of the air, my lord? + +HAMLET Into my grave. + +LORD POLONIUS Indeed, that is out o' the air. + + [Aside] + + How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness + that often madness hits on, which reason and 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 You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will + more willingly part withal: except my life, except + my life, except my life. + +LORD POLONIUS Fare you well, my lord. + +HAMLET These tedious old fools! + + [Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + +LORD POLONIUS You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is. + +ROSENCRANTZ [To POLONIUS] God save you, sir! + + [Exit POLONIUS] + +GUILDENSTERN My honoured lord! + +ROSENCRANTZ My most dear lord! + +HAMLET My excellent good friends! How dost thou, + Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both? + +ROSENCRANTZ As the indifferent children of the earth. + +GUILDENSTERN Happy, in that we are not over-happy; + On fortune's cap we are not the very button. + +HAMLET 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 In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she + is a strumpet. What's the news? + +ROSENCRANTZ None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. + +HAMLET 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 fortune, + that she sends you to prison hither? + +GUILDENSTERN Prison, my lord! + +HAMLET Denmark's a prison. + +ROSENCRANTZ Then is the world one. + +HAMLET A goodly one; in which there are many confines, + wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst. + +ROSENCRANTZ We think not so, my lord. + +HAMLET 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 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 A 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 Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and + outstretched heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we + to the court? for, by my fay, I cannot reason. + +ROSENCRANTZ | + | We'll wait upon you. +GUILDENSTERN | + +HAMLET 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 To visit you, my lord; no other occasion. + +HAMLET Beggar that I am, I am 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, + deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak. + +GUILDENSTERN What should we say, my lord? + +HAMLET Why, any thing, but to the 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 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 could + charge you withal, be even and direct with me, + whether you were sent for, or no? + +ROSENCRANTZ [Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you? + +HAMLET [Aside] Nay, then, I have an eye of you.--If you + love me, hold not off. + +GUILDENSTERN My lord, we were sent for. + +HAMLET I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation + prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the king + and queen moult no feather. I have of late--but + wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all + custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily + 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 appears no other thing to + me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. + What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! + how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how + express and admirable! in action how like an angel! + 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 woman neither, though by your smiling + you seem to say so. + +ROSENCRANTZ My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. + +HAMLET Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'? + +ROSENCRANTZ 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 He that plays the king shall be welcome; his majesty + shall have tribute of me; the adventurous 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 o' the sere; and the lady shall + say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt + for't. What players are they? + +ROSENCRANTZ Even those you were wont to take delight in, the + tragedians of the city. + +HAMLET How chances it they travel? their residence, both + in reputation and profit, was better both ways. + +ROSENCRANTZ 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 No, indeed, are they 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 + tyrannically clapped for't: these are now the + fashion, and so berattle the common stages--so they + call them--that many wearing rapiers are afraid of + goose-quills and dare scarce come thither. + +HAMLET 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 + afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common + players--as it is most like, if their means are no + better--their writers do them wrong, to make them + exclaim against their own succession? + +ROSENCRANTZ 'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and + the nation holds it no sin to tarre them to + controversy: there was, for a while, no money bid + for argument, unless the poet and the player went to + cuffs in the question. + +HAMLET Is't possible? + +GUILDENSTERN O, there has been much throwing about of brains. + +HAMLET Do the boys carry it away? + +ROSENCRANTZ 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 mows at him while + my father lived, give twenty, forty, fifty, an + hundred ducats a-piece for his picture in little. + 'Sblood, there is something in this more than + natural, if philosophy could find it out. + + [Flourish of trumpets within] + +GUILDENSTERN There are the players. + +HAMLET Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, + come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion + and ceremony: let me comply with you in this garb, + 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 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] + +LORD POLONIUS Well be with you, gentlemen! + +HAMLET Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a + hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet + out of his swaddling-clouts. + +ROSENCRANTZ 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 players; + mark it. You say right, sir: o' Monday morning; + 'twas so indeed. + +LORD POLONIUS My lord, I have news to tell you. + +HAMLET My lord, I have news to tell you. + When Roscius was an actor in Rome,-- + +LORD POLONIUS The actors are come hither, my lord. + +HAMLET Buz, buz! + +LORD POLONIUS Upon mine honour,-- + +HAMLET Then came each actor on his ass,-- + +LORD 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 O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! + +LORD POLONIUS What a treasure had he, my lord? + +HAMLET Why, + 'One fair daughter and no more, + The which he loved passing well.' + +LORD POLONIUS [Aside] Still on my daughter. + +HAMLET Am I not i' the right, old Jephthah? + +LORD POLONIUS If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter + that I love passing well. + +HAMLET Nay, that follows not. + +LORD POLONIUS 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 chanson will show you + more; for look, where my abridgement comes. + + [Enter four or five Players] + + You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad + to see thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old + friend! thy face is valenced since I saw thee last: + comest thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young + lady and mistress! 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 French 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 What speech, my 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, and others, whose judgments in such matters + 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 no sallets in the lines to make the matter + savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might + indict the author of affectation; but called it an + honest method, as wholesome as sweet, and by very + much more handsome than fine. One speech in it I + chiefly loved: 'twas Aeneas' tale to Dido; and + thereabout of it especially, 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,'-- + it is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:-- + '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 + Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd + With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, + Baked and impasted with the parching streets, + That lend a tyrannous and damned light + To their lord's murder: roasted in wrath and fire, + And thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore, + With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus + Old grandsire Priam seeks.' + So, proceed you. + +LORD POLONIUS 'Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent 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'd, + 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 blow, with flaming top + Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash + Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear: for, lo! his sword, + Which was declining on the milky head + Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the air to stick: + So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, + And like a neutral to his will and matter, + 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 + 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 + Now falls on Priam. + Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, + In general synod 'take away her power; + Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel, + And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, + As low as to the fiends!' + +LORD 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 'But who, O, who had seen the mobled queen--' + +HAMLET 'The mobled queen?' + +LORD POLONIUS That's good; 'mobled queen' is good. + +First Player 'Run barefoot up and down, threatening the flames + With bisson rheum; a clout upon 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, + '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, + Unless things mortal move them not at all, + Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven, + And passion in the gods.' + +LORD POLONIUS Look, whether he has not turned his colour and has + tears in's eyes. Pray you, no more. + +HAMLET 'Tis well: I'll have thee speak out the rest soon. + Good my lord, will you see the players well + bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used; for + they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the + time: after your death you were better have a bad + epitaph than their ill report while you live. + +LORD POLONIUS My lord, I will use them according to their desert. + +HAMLET God's bodykins, man, much better: use every man + after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? + Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less + they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. + Take them in. + +LORD POLONIUS Come, sirs. + +HAMLET Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-morrow. + + [Exit POLONIUS with all the Players but the First] + + Dost thou hear me, old friend; can you play the + Murder of Gonzago? + +First Player Ay, my lord. + +HAMLET We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, + study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines, which + I would set down and insert in't, could you not? + +First Player Ay, my lord. + +HAMLET Very well. Follow that lord; and look you mock him + not. + + [Exit First Player] + + My good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are + welcome to Elsinore. + +ROSENCRANTZ Good my lord! + +HAMLET Ay, so, God be wi' ye; + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + + Now I am alone. + O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! + Is it not monstrous that this player here, + But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, + Could force his soul so to his own conceit + That from her working all his visage wann'd, + Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, + A broken voice, and his whole function suiting + With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! + For Hecuba! + What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, + That he should weep for her? What would he do, + Had he the motive and the cue for passion + That I have? He would drown the stage with tears + And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, + Make mad the guilty and appal the free, + Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed + The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, + A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, + Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, + And can say nothing; no, not for a king, + Upon whose property and most dear life + A 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' the throat, + As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? + Ha! + 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be + But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall + To make oppression bitter, or ere this + I should have fatted all the region kites + With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! + Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! + O, vengeance! + Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, + That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, + Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, + Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, + And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, + A scullion! + Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard + That guilty creatures sitting at a play + 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 + Play something like the murder of my father + Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; + I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, + I know my course. The spirit that I have seen + May be the devil: and the devil hath power + 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 + Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. + + [Exit] + + HAMLET + +ACT III + +SCENE I A room in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, + OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] + +KING CLAUDIUS And can you, by no drift of circumstance, + Get from him why he puts on this confusion, + Grating so harshly all his days of quiet + With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? + +ROSENCRANTZ He does confess he feels himself distracted; + But from what cause he will by no means speak. + +GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, + But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof, + When we would bring him on to some confession + Of his true state. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE 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 GERTRUDE Did you assay him? + To any pastime? + +ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players + We o'er-raught on the way: of these we told him; + And there did seem in him a kind of joy + To hear of it: they are about the court, + And, as I think, they have already order + This night to play before him. + +LORD POLONIUS 'Tis most true: + And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties + To hear and see the matter. + +KING CLAUDIUS With all my heart; and it doth much content me + To hear him so inclined. + Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, + And drive his purpose on to these delights. + +ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord. + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + +KING CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; + For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, + That he, as 'twere by accident, may here + Affront Ophelia: + Her father and myself, lawful espials, + Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing, unseen, + We may of their encounter frankly judge, + And gather by him, as he is behaved, + If 't be the affliction of his love or no + That thus he suffers for. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE I shall obey you. + And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish + 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. + + [Exit QUEEN GERTRUDE] + +LORD POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you, + We will bestow ourselves. + + [To OPHELIA] + + Read on this book; + That show of such an exercise may colour + Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,-- + 'Tis too much proved--that with devotion's visage + And pious action we do sugar o'er + The devil himself. + +KING CLAUDIUS [Aside] 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: + O heavy burthen! + +LORD POLONIUS I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. + + [Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS] + + [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, + 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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks + That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation + 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 + That makes calamity of so long life; + For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, + The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, + The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, + The insolence of office and the spurns + That patient merit of the unworthy takes, + When he himself might his quietus make + With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, + To grunt and sweat under a weary life, + But that the dread of something after death, + 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; + And thus the native hue of resolution + Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, + And enterprises of great pith and moment + With this regard their currents turn awry, + And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! + The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons + Be all my sins 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, + That I have longed long to re-deliver; + I pray you, now receive them. + +HAMLET No, not I; + I never gave you aught. + +OPHELIA My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; + And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed + As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, + 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 My lord? + +HAMLET Are you fair? + +OPHELIA What means your lordship? + +HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should + admit no discourse to your beauty. + +OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than + with honesty? + +HAMLET Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner + transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the + force of honesty can translate beauty into his + likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the + time gives it proof. I did love you once. + +OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. + +HAMLET You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot + so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of + it: I loved you not. + +OPHELIA I was the more deceived. + +HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a + breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; + but yet I could accuse me of such things that it + were better my mother had not borne me: I am very + proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at + my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, + imagination to give them shape, or time to act them + in. What should such fellows as I do crawling + between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, + all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. + Where's your father? + +OPHELIA At home, my lord. + +HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the + fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. + +OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens! + +HAMLET If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for + thy dowry: 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 O heavenly powers, restore him! + +HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God + has given you one face, and you make yourselves + another: you jig, you amble, and you 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 marriages: + those that are married already, all but one, shall + live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a + nunnery, go. + + [Exit] + +OPHELIA O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! + The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; + The expectancy and rose of the fair state, + The glass of fashion and the mould of form, + The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! + And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, + That suck'd the honey of his music vows, + Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, + Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; + That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth + Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, + To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! + + [Re-enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS] + +KING CLAUDIUS Love! his affections do not that way tend; + 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 and the disclose + Will be some danger: which for to prevent, + I have in quick determination + Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England, + For the demand of our neglected tribute + Haply the seas and countries different + With variable objects shall expel + This something-settled matter in his heart, + Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus + From fashion of himself. What think you on't? + +LORD POLONIUS It shall do well: but yet do I believe + The origin and commencement of his grief + 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 + To show his grief: 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 CLAUDIUS It shall be so: + Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT III + +SCENE II A hall in the castle. + + [Enter HAMLET and Players] + +HAMLET Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to + you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, + as many of your players do, I had as lief the + town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air + too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; + for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, + the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget + a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it + offends me to the soul to hear a robustious + periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to + very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who + for the most part are capable of nothing but + inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such + a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it + out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it. + +First Player I warrant your honour. + +HAMLET Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion + be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the + word to the action; with this special o'erstep 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 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 + praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, + that, neither having the accent of Christians nor + the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so + strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of + nature's journeymen had made men and not made them + well, they imitated humanity so abominably. + +First Player 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, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] + + How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work? + +LORD POLONIUS And the queen too, and that presently. + +HAMLET Bid the players make haste. + + [Exit POLONIUS] + + Will you two help to hasten them? + +ROSENCRANTZ | + | We will, my lord. +GUILDENSTERN | + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + +HAMLET What ho! Horatio! + + [Enter HORATIO] + +HORATIO Here, sweet lord, at your service. + +HAMLET Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man + 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? + No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, + And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee + Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? + Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice + And could of men distinguish, her election + 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 ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those + Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, + 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.-- + There is a play to-night 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 soul + Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt + Do not itself unkennel in one speech, + It is a damned ghost that we have seen, + And my imaginations are as foul + As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; + For I mine eyes will rivet to his face, + And after we will both our judgments join + In censure of his seeming. + +HORATIO Well, my lord: + If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, + And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft. + +HAMLET They are coming to the play; I must be idle: + Get you a place. + + [Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, + QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, + GUILDENSTERN, and others] + +KING CLAUDIUS 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 CLAUDIUS I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words + are not mine. + +HAMLET No, nor mine now. + + [To POLONIUS] + + My lord, you played once i' the university, you say? + +LORD POLONIUS That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. + +HAMLET What did you enact? + +LORD POLONIUS I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the + Capitol; Brutus killed me. + +HAMLET It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf + there. Be the players ready? + +ROSENCRANTZ Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. + +HAMLET No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. + +LORD POLONIUS [To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you mark that? + +HAMLET Lady, shall I lie in your lap? + + [Lying down at OPHELIA's feet] + +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 I think nothing, my lord. + +HAMLET That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. + +OPHELIA What is, my lord? + +HAMLET Nothing. + +OPHELIA You are merry, my lord. + +HAMLET Who, I? + +OPHELIA Ay, my lord. + +HAMLET O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do + but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my + mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. + +OPHELIA 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. O 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.' + + [Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters] + + [Enter a King and a Queen 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: lays him down + upon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep, + leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his + crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's + ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King + dead, and makes passionate action. The Poisoner, + with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, + seeming to lament with her. The dead body is + carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with + gifts: she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but + in the end accepts his love] + + [Exeunt] + +OPHELIA What means this, my lord? + +HAMLET Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief. + +OPHELIA Belike this show imports the argument of the play. + + [Enter Prologue] + +HAMLET We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot + keep counsel; they'll tell all. + +OPHELIA Will he 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 You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play. + +Prologue For us, and for our tragedy, + Here stooping to your clemency, + We beg your hearing patiently. + + [Exit] + +HAMLET 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 Queen] + +Player King Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round + Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground, + 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 So many journeys may the sun and moon + 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 your former state, + That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, + Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: + For women's fear and love holds quantity; + In neither aught, or in extremity. + Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; + And as my love is sized, my fear is so: + Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; + Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. + +Player King 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; + My operant powers their functions leave to do: + And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, + Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind + For husband shalt thou-- + +Player Queen O, confound the rest! + Such love must needs be treason in my breast: + In second husband let me be accurst! + None wed the second but who kill'd the first. + +HAMLET [Aside] Wormwood, wormwood. + +Player Queen 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 I do believe you think what now you speak; + But what we do determine oft we break. + Purpose is but the slave to memory, + Of violent birth, but poor validity; + Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; + But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. + Most necessary 'tis that we forget + To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: + What to ourselves in passion we propose, + The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. + The violence of either grief or joy + Their own enactures with themselves destroy: + Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; + Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. + This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange + That even our loves should with our fortunes change; + For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, + Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. + The great man down, you mark his favourite flies; + The poor advanced makes friends of enemies. + 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, + 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 Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light! + Sport and repose lock from me day and night! + To desperation turn my trust and hope! + An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! + Each opposite that blanks the face of joy + Meet what I would have well and it destroy! + Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, + If, once a widow, ever I be wife! + +HAMLET If she should break it now! + +Player King 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; + My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile + The tedious day with sleep. + + [Sleeps] + +Player Queen Sleep rock thy brain, + And never come mischance between us twain! + + [Exit] + +HAMLET Madam, how like you this play? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE The lady protests too much, methinks. + +HAMLET O, but she'll keep her word. + +KING CLAUDIUS Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't? + +HAMLET No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence + i' the world. + +KING CLAUDIUS What do you call the play? + +HAMLET The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play + is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is + the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see + anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o' + that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it + touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our + withers are unwrung. + + [Enter LUCIANUS] + + This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. + +OPHELIA You are as good as a chorus, my lord. + +HAMLET I could interpret between you and your love, if I + could see the puppets dallying. + +OPHELIA You are keen, my lord, you are keen. + +HAMLET It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. + +OPHELIA Still better, and worse. + +HAMLET So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer; + pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come: + 'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.' + +LUCIANUS Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; + Confederate season, else no creature seeing; + Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, + With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, + Thy natural magic and dire property, + On wholesome life usurp immediately. + + [Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears] + +HAMLET He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His + name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in + choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer + gets the love of Gonzago's wife. + +OPHELIA The king rises. + +HAMLET What, frighted with false fire! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE How fares my lord? + +LORD POLONIUS Give o'er the play. + +KING CLAUDIUS Give me some light: away! + +All Lights, lights, lights! + + [Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO] + +HAMLET Why, let the stricken deer go weep, + The hart ungalled play; + For some must watch, while some must sleep: + So runs the world away. + Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if + the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two + Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a + fellowship in a cry of players, sir? + +HORATIO Half a share. + +HAMLET A whole one, I. + For thou dost know, O Damon dear, + This realm dismantled was + Of Jove himself; and now reigns here + A very, very--pajock. + +HORATIO You might have rhymed. + +HAMLET O 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. + +HAMLET 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! + + [Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + +GUILDENSTERN Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. + +HAMLET Sir, a whole history. + +GUILDENSTERN The king, sir,-- + +HAMLET Ay, sir, what of him? + +GUILDENSTERN Is in his retirement marvellous distempered. + +HAMLET With drink, sir? + +GUILDENSTERN No, my lord, rather with choler. + +HAMLET Your wisdom should show itself more richer to + signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him + to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far + more choler. + +GUILDENSTERN Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and + start not so wildly from my affair. + +HAMLET I am tame, sir: pronounce. + +GUILDENSTERN The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of + spirit, hath sent me to you. + +HAMLET You are welcome. + +GUILDENSTERN 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 + commandment: if not, your pardon and my return + shall be the end of my business. + +HAMLET Sir, I cannot. + +GUILDENSTERN What, my lord? + +HAMLET Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but, + sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; + or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no + more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,-- + +ROSENCRANTZ Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her + into amazement and admiration. + +HAMLET O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But + is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's + admiration? Impart. + +ROSENCRANTZ She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you + go to bed. + +HAMLET We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have + you any further trade with us? + +ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you once did love me. + +HAMLET So I do still, by these pickers and stealers. + +ROSENCRANTZ Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you + do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if + you deny your griefs to your friend. + +HAMLET Sir, I lack advancement. + +ROSENCRANTZ How can that be, when you have the voice of the king + himself for your succession in Denmark? + +HAMLET Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb + is something musty. + + [Re-enter Players with recorders] + + O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with + you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me, + as if you would drive me into a toil? + +GUILDENSTERN O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too + unmannerly. + +HAMLET I do not well understand that. Will you play upon + this pipe? + +GUILDENSTERN My lord, I cannot. + +HAMLET I pray you. + +GUILDENSTERN Believe me, I cannot. + +HAMLET I do beseech you. + +GUILDENSTERN I know no touch of it, my lord. + +HAMLET 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with + your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your + mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. + Look you, these are the stops. + +GUILDENSTERN But these cannot I command to any utterance of + harmony; I have not the skill. + +HAMLET Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of + me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know + my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my + mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to + the top of my compass: and there is much music, + excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot + you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am + easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what + instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you + cannot play upon me. + + [Enter POLONIUS] + + God bless you, sir! + +LORD POLONIUS My lord, the queen would speak with you, and + presently. + +HAMLET Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? + +LORD POLONIUS By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. + +HAMLET Methinks it is like a weasel. + +LORD POLONIUS It is backed like a weasel. + +HAMLET Or like a whale? + +LORD POLONIUS Very like a whale. + +HAMLET Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool + me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by. + +LORD POLONIUS I will say so. + +HAMLET By and by is easily said. + + [Exit POLONIUS] + + Leave me, friends. + + [Exeunt all but HAMLET] + + Tis now the very witching time of night, + When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out + Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, + And do such bitter business as the day + Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother. + O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever + The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: + Let me be cruel, not unnatural: + I will speak daggers to her, but use none; + My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites; + How in my words soever she be shent, + To give them seals never, my soul, consent! + + [Exit] + + HAMLET + +ACT III + +SCENE III A room in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN] + +KING CLAUDIUS 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: + The terms of our estate may not endure + Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow + Out of his lunacies. + +GUILDENSTERN We will ourselves provide: + Most holy and religious fear it is + To keep those many many bodies safe + That live and feed upon your majesty. + +ROSENCRANTZ The single and peculiar life is bound, + With all the strength and armour of the mind, + To keep itself from noyance; but much more + That spirit upon whose weal depend and rest + The lives of many. The cease of majesty + Dies not alone; but, like a gulf, doth draw + What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel, + Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, + To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things + Are mortised and adjoin'd; which, when it falls, + Each small annexment, petty consequence, + Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone + Did the king sigh, but with a general groan. + +KING CLAUDIUS Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage; + For we will fetters put upon this fear, + Which now goes too free-footed. + +ROSENCRANTZ | + | We will haste us. +GUILDENSTERN | + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + + [Enter POLONIUS] + +LORD POLONIUS My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: + Behind the arras I'll convey myself, + To hear the process; and warrant she'll tax him home: + 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, + And tell you what I know. + +KING CLAUDIUS Thanks, dear my lord. + + [Exit POLONIUS] + + 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: + 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, + 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, + 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, + My crown, mine own ambition and my queen. + May one be pardon'd and retain the offence? + In the corrupted currents of this world + Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, + And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself + Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; + There is no shuffling, 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? + Try what repentance can: what can it not? + Yet what can it when one can not repent? + O wretched state! O bosom black as death! + O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, + Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! + Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, + Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe! + All may be well. + + [Retires and kneels] + + [Enter HAMLET] + +HAMLET Now might I do it pat, now he is praying; + And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven; + And so am I revenged. That would be scann'd: + A villain kills my father; and for that, + I, his sole son, do this same villain send + To heaven. + O, this is hire and salary, not revenge. + He took my father grossly, full of bread; + With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; + And how his audit stands who knows save heaven? + But in our circumstance and course of thought, + 'Tis heavy with him: and am I then revenged, + 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, + Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed; + At 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 + As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays: + This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. + + [Exit] + +KING CLAUDIUS [Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: + Words without thoughts never to heaven go. + + [Exit] + + HAMLET + +ACT III + +SCENE IV The Queen's closet. + + [Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS] + +LORD 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. + Pray you, be round with him. + +HAMLET [Within] Mother, mother, mother! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE I'll warrant you, + Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming. + + [POLONIUS hides behind the arras] + + [Enter HAMLET] + +HAMLET Now, mother, what's the matter? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. + +HAMLET Mother, you have my father much offended. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. + +HAMLET Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Why, how now, Hamlet! + +HAMLET What's the matter now? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Have you forgot me? + +HAMLET No, by the rood, not so: + You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; + And--would it were not so!--you are my mother. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. + +HAMLET Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; + You go not till I set you up a glass + Where you may see the inmost part of you. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? + Help, help, ho! + +LORD POLONIUS [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help! + +HAMLET [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! + + [Makes a pass through the arras] + +LORD POLONIUS [Behind] O, I am slain! + + [Falls and dies] + +QUEEN GERTRUDE O me, what hast thou done? + +HAMLET Nay, I know not: + Is it the king? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! + +HAMLET A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, + As kill a king, and marry with his brother. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE As kill a king! + +HAMLET Ay, lady, 'twas my word. + + [Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS] + + Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! + I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune; + Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. + 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 GERTRUDE 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 + From the fair forehead of an innocent love + And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows + As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed + As from the body of contraction plucks + The very soul, and sweet religion makes + A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow: + Yea, this solidity and compound mass, + With tristful visage, as against the doom, + Is thought-sick at the act. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Ay me, what act, + That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? + +HAMLET Look here, upon this picture, and on this, + The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. + See, what a grace was seated on this brow; + Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; + An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; + A station like the herald Mercury + New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; + A combination and a form indeed, + Where every god did seem to set his seal, + To give the world assurance of a man: + This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: + Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, + Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? + Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, + And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? + You cannot call it love; for at your age + The hey-day in the blood is tame, 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 + 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? + 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. + O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, + 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 burn + And reason panders will. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE O Hamlet, speak no more: + Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; + And there I see such black and grained spots + As will not leave their tinct. + +HAMLET Nay, but to live + In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, + Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love + Over the nasty sty,-- + +QUEEN GERTRUDE O, speak to me no more; + These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears; + No more, sweet Hamlet! + +HAMLET A murderer and a villain; + A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe + Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings; + A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, + That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, + And put it in his pocket! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE No more! + +HAMLET A king of shreds and patches,-- + + [Enter Ghost] + + Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, + You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE 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? O, say! + +Ghost Do not forget: this visitation + Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. + But, look, amazement on thy mother sits: + O, step between her and her fighting soul: + Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works: + Speak to her, Hamlet. + +HAMLET How is it with you, lady? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, how is't with you, + That you do bend your eye on vacancy + And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? + Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; + And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, + Your bedded hair, like life in excrements, + Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son, + Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper + Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look? + +HAMLET On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares! + 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 GERTRUDE To whom do you speak this? + +HAMLET Do you see nothing there? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Nothing at all; yet all that is I see. + +HAMLET Nor did you nothing hear? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE No, nothing but ourselves. + +HAMLET Why, look you there! 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 GERTRUDE This the very coinage of your brain: + This bodiless creation ecstasy + Is very cunning in. + +HAMLET Ecstasy! + My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, + And makes as healthful music: it is not madness + That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, + And I the matter will re-word; which madness + Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, + Lay not that mattering 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, + Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; + Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; + And do not spread the compost on the weeds, + To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; + For in the fatness of these pursy times + Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, + Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. + +HAMLET O, throw away the worser part of it, + And live the purer with the other half. + Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed; + Assume 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 + He likewise gives a frock or livery, + That aptly is put on. 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, + And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out + 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, + 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: + Thus bad begins and worse remains behind. + One word more, good lady. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE What shall I do? + +HAMLET Not this, by no means, that I bid you do: + Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; + Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse; + And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, + Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, + Make you to ravel all this matter out, + That I essentially am not in madness, + But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know; + For 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. + Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, + To try conclusions, in the basket creep, + And break your own neck down. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, + And breath of life, I have no life to breathe + What thou hast said to me. + +HAMLET I must to England; you know that? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE 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, + 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: and 't shall go hard + But I will delve one yard below their mines, + And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet, + When in one line two crafts directly meet. + This man shall set me packing: + I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room. + Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor + Is now most still, most secret and most grave, + Who was in life a foolish prating knave. + Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you. + Good night, mother. + + [Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE I A room in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, + and GUILDENSTERN] + +KING CLAUDIUS There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves: + You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them. + Where is your son? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Bestow this place on us a little while. + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + + Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! + +KING CLAUDIUS What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend + Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit, + Behind the arras hearing something stir, + Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!' + And, in this brainish apprehension, kills + The unseen good old man. + +KING CLAUDIUS O heavy deed! + It had been so with us, had we been there: + His liberty is full of threats to all; + 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, + We would not understand what was most fit; + But, like the owner of a foul disease, + To keep it from divulging, let it feed + Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: + O'er whom his very madness, like some ore + Among a mineral of metals base, + Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done. + +KING CLAUDIUS O Gertrude, come away! + The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, + But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed + We must, with all our majesty and skill, + Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern! + + [Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + + Friends both, go join you with some further aid: + Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, + And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: + Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body + Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this. + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + + Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; + And let them know, both what we mean to do, + And what's untimely done [ ] + 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. O, come away! + My soul is full of discord and dismay. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE II Another room in the castle. + + [Enter HAMLET] + +HAMLET Safely stowed. + +ROSENCRANTZ: | + | [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet! +GUILDENSTERN: | + +HAMLET What noise? who calls on Hamlet? + O, here they come. + + [Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + +ROSENCRANTZ What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? + +HAMLET Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin. + +ROSENCRANTZ Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence + And bear it to the chapel. + +HAMLET Do not believe it. + +ROSENCRANTZ Believe what? + +HAMLET That I can keep your counsel and not mine own. + Besides, to 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 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 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 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 Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE III Another room in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended] + +KING CLAUDIUS 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, + Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes; + And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd, + But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even, + This sudden sending him away must seem + Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown + By desperate appliance are relieved, + Or not at all. + + [Enter ROSENCRANTZ] + + How now! what hath befall'n? + +ROSENCRANTZ Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, + We cannot get from him. + +KING CLAUDIUS But where is he? + +ROSENCRANTZ Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure. + +KING CLAUDIUS Bring him before us. + +ROSENCRANTZ Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord. + + [Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN] + +KING CLAUDIUS Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? + +HAMLET At supper. + +KING CLAUDIUS At supper! where? + +HAMLET 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 + creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for + maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but + variable service, two dishes, but to one table: + that's the end. + +KING CLAUDIUS Alas, alas! + +HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a + king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. + +KING CLAUDIUS What dost you mean by this? + +HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a + progress through the guts of a beggar. + +KING CLAUDIUS Where is Polonius? + +HAMLET In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger + find him not there, seek him i' the other place + yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within + this month, you shall nose him as you go up the + stairs into the lobby. + +KING CLAUDIUS Go seek him there. + + [To some Attendants] + +HAMLET He will stay till ye come. + + [Exeunt Attendants] + +KING CLAUDIUS Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,-- + Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve + For that which thou hast done,--must send thee hence + With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself; + The bark is ready, and the wind at help, + The associates tend, and every thing is bent + For England. + +HAMLET For England! + +KING CLAUDIUS Ay, Hamlet. + +HAMLET Good. + +KING CLAUDIUS So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes. + +HAMLET I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for + England! Farewell, dear mother. + +KING CLAUDIUS Thy loving father, Hamlet. + +HAMLET My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man + and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England! + + [Exit] + +KING CLAUDIUS Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard; + Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night: + Away! for every thing is seal'd and done + That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste. + + [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] + + And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught-- + 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 + Pays homage to us--thou mayst not coldly set + Our sovereign process; which imports at full, + By letters congruing to that effect, + The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; + For like the hectic in my blood he rages, + And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done, + Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun. + + [Exit] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE IV A plain in Denmark. + + [Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching] + +PRINCE FORTINBRAS Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king; + Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras + Craves the conveyance of a promised march + Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous. + If that his majesty would aught with us, + We shall express our duty in his eye; + And let him know so. + +Captain I will do't, my lord. + +PRINCE FORTINBRAS Go softly on. + + [Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers] + + [Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others] + +HAMLET 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 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 + 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 Yes, it is already garrison'd. + +HAMLET Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats + Will not debate the question of this straw: + This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, + That inward breaks, and shows no cause without + Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir. + +Captain God be wi' you, sir. + + [Exit] + +ROSENCRANTZ Wilt 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, + 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 + That capability and god-like 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 + 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 + 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, + Even for an egg-shell. 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, + Excitements of my reason and my blood, + And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see + The imminent death of twenty thousand men, + That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, + Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot + Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, + 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] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE V Elsinore. A room in the castle. + + [Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman] + +QUEEN GERTRUDE I will not speak with her. + +Gentleman She is importunate, indeed distract: + Her mood will needs be pitied. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE What would she have? + +Gentleman She speaks much of her father; says she hears + There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart; + Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, + That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing, + Yet the unshaped use of it doth move + The hearers to collection; they aim at it, + And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts; + Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures + yield them, + Indeed would make one think there might be thought, + Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily. + +HORATIO 'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew + Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Let her come in. + + [Exit HORATIO] + + To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, + Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: + So full of artless jealousy is guilt, + It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. + + [Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA] + +OPHELIA Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE How now, Ophelia! + +OPHELIA [Sings] + + How should I your true love know + From another one? + By his cockle hat and staff, + And his sandal shoon. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song? + +OPHELIA Say you? nay, pray you, mark. + + [Sings] + + He is dead and gone, lady, + He is dead and gone; + At his head a grass-green turf, + At his heels a stone. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Nay, but, Ophelia,-- + +OPHELIA Pray you, mark. + + [Sings] + + White his shroud as the mountain snow,-- + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS] + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Alas, look here, my lord. + +OPHELIA [Sings] + + Larded with sweet flowers + Which bewept to the grave did go + With true-love showers. + +KING CLAUDIUS How do you, pretty lady? + +OPHELIA Well, God 'ild 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 CLAUDIUS Conceit upon her father. + +OPHELIA Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they + ask you what it means, say you this: + + [Sings] + + To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, + All in the morning betime, + And I a maid at your window, + 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 CLAUDIUS Pretty Ophelia! + +OPHELIA Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't: + + [Sings] + + By Gis and by Saint Charity, + Alack, and fie for shame! + Young men will do't, if they come to't; + By cock, they are to blame. + Quoth she, before you tumbled me, + You promised me to wed. + So would I ha' done, by yonder sun, + An thou hadst not come to my bed. + +KING CLAUDIUS How long hath she been thus? + +OPHELIA I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I + cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him + i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: + and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my + coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; + good night, good night. + + [Exit] + +KING CLAUDIUS Follow her close; give her good watch, + I pray you. + + [Exit HORATIO] + + O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs + All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, + When sorrows come, they come not single spies + But in battalions. First, her father slain: + Next, your son gone; and he most violent author + Of his own just remove: the people muddied, + Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers, + For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly, + In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia + Divided from herself and her fair judgment, + Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts: + Last, and as much containing as all these, + Her brother is in secret come from France; + Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds, + And wants not buzzers to infect his ear + With pestilent speeches of his father's death; + Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd, + Will nothing stick our person to arraign + In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this, + Like to a murdering-piece, in many places + Gives me superfluous death. + + [A noise within] + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Alack, what noise is this? + +KING CLAUDIUS Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door. + + [Enter another Gentleman] + + What is the matter? + +Gentleman Save yourself, my lord: + The ocean, overpeering of his list, + Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste + Than young Laertes, in a riotous head, + O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord; + And, as the world were now but to begin, + Antiquity forgot, custom not known, + The ratifiers and props of every word, + They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:' + Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds: + 'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!' + +QUEEN GERTRUDE How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! + O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs! + +KING CLAUDIUS The doors are broke. + + [Noise within] + + [Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following] + +LAERTES Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without. + +Danes No, let's come in. + +LAERTES I pray you, give me leave. + +Danes We will, we will. + + [They retire without the door] + +LAERTES I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king, + Give me my father! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Calmly, good Laertes. + +LAERTES That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard, + Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot + Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow + Of my true mother. + +KING CLAUDIUS What is the cause, Laertes, + That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? + Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: + 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 Where is my father? + +KING CLAUDIUS Dead. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE But not by him. + +KING CLAUDIUS Let him demand his fill. + +LAERTES How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: + To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil! + Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! + I dare damnation. To this point I stand, + That both the worlds I give to negligence, + Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged + Most thoroughly for my father. + +KING CLAUDIUS Who shall stay you? + +LAERTES My will, not all the world: + And for my means, I'll husband them so well, + They shall go far with little. + +KING CLAUDIUS Good Laertes, + If you desire to know the certainty + Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge, + That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe, + Winner and loser? + +LAERTES None but his enemies. + +KING CLAUDIUS Will you know them then? + +LAERTES To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms; + And like the kind life-rendering pelican, + Repast them with my blood. + +KING CLAUDIUS Why, now you speak + Like a good child and a true gentleman. + That I am guiltless of your father's death, + And am most sensible in grief for it, + It shall as level to your judgment pierce + As day does to your eye. + +Danes [Within] Let her come in. + +LAERTES How now! what noise is that? + + [Re-enter OPHELIA] + + O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, + Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye! + By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight, + Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May! + Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia! + O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits + Should be as moral as 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 [Sings] + + They bore him barefaced on the bier; + Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny; + And in his grave rain'd many a tear:-- + Fare you well, my dove! + +LAERTES Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge, + It could not move thus. + +OPHELIA [Sings] + + You must sing a-down a-down, + An you call him a-down-a. + O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false + steward, that stole his master's daughter. + +LAERTES This nothing's more than matter. + +OPHELIA There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray, + love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts. + +LAERTES A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted. + +OPHELIA There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue + for you; and here's some for me: we may call it + herb-grace o' Sundays: O you 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,-- + + [Sings] + + For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. + +LAERTES Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself, + She turns to favour and to prettiness. + +OPHELIA [Sings] + + And will he not come again? + And will he not come again? + No, no, he is dead: + Go to thy death-bed: + He never will come again. + + His beard was as white as snow, + All flaxen was his poll: + He is gone, he is gone, + And we cast away moan: + God ha' mercy on his soul! + + And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye. + + [Exit] + +LAERTES Do you see this, O God? + +KING CLAUDIUS Laertes, I must commune with your grief, + Or you deny me right. Go but apart, + Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will. + And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me: + If by direct or by collateral hand + They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give, + Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours, + To you in satisfaction; but if not, + Be you content to lend your patience to us, + And we shall jointly labour with your soul + To give it due content. + +LAERTES Let this be so; + His means of death, his obscure funeral-- + 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 CLAUDIUS So you shall; + And where the offence is let the great axe fall. + I pray you, go with me. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE VI Another room in the castle. + + [Enter HORATIO and a Servant] + +HORATIO What are they that would speak with me? + +Servant Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you. + +HORATIO Let them come in. + + [Exit Servant] + + I do not know from what part of the world + I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet. + + [Enter Sailors] + +First Sailor God bless you, sir. + +HORATIO Let him bless thee too. + +First Sailor He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for + you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was + bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am + let to know it is. + +HORATIO [Reads] 'Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked + this, give these fellows some means to the king: + they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old + at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us + chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on + a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded + them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so + I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with + me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they + did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king + have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me + with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I + have words to speak in thine ear will make thee + dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of + the matter. These good fellows will bring thee + where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their + course for England: of them I have much to tell + thee. Farewell. + 'He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.' + Come, I will make you way for these your letters; + And do't the speedier, that you may direct me + To him from whom you brought them. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT IV + +SCENE VII Another room in the castle. + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS and LAERTES] + +KING CLAUDIUS 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 + Pursued my life. + +LAERTES It well appears: but tell me + Why you proceeded not against these feats, + So crimeful and so capital in nature, + As by your safety, wisdom, all things else, + You mainly were stirr'd up. + +KING CLAUDIUS O, for two special reasons; + Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd, + But 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-- + She's so 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; + Who, dipping all his faults in their affection, + Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone, + Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows, + Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind, + Would have reverted to my bow again, + And not where I had aim'd them. + +LAERTES And so have I a noble father lost; + A sister driven into desperate terms, + Whose worth, if praises may go back again, + Stood challenger on mount of all the age + For her perfections: but my revenge will come. + +KING CLAUDIUS 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: + I loved your father, and we love ourself; + And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine-- + + [Enter a Messenger] + + How now! what news? + +Messenger Letters, my lord, from Hamlet: + This to your majesty; this to the queen. + +KING CLAUDIUS 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 CLAUDIUS Laertes, you shall hear them. Leave us. + + [Exit Messenger] + + [Reads] + + '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 your + pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden + and more strange return. 'HAMLET.' + 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 CLAUDIUS 'Tis Hamlets character. 'Naked! + 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, + 'Thus didest thou.' + +KING CLAUDIUS If it be so, Laertes-- + As how should it be so? how otherwise?-- + Will you be ruled by me? + +LAERTES Ay, my lord; + So you will not o'errule me to a peace. + +KING CLAUDIUS To thine own peace. If he be now return'd, + As 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, + 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 CLAUDIUS It falls right. + 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, + Of the unworthiest siege. + +LAERTES What part is that, my lord? + +KING CLAUDIUS A very riband in the cap of youth, + Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes + The light and careless livery that it wears + Than settled age his sables and his weeds, + Importing health and graveness. Two months since, + Here was a gentleman of Normandy:-- + I've seen myself, and served against, the French, + And they can well on horseback: but this gallant + Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto 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 my thought, + That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks, + Come short of what he did. + +LAERTES A Norman was't? + +KING CLAUDIUS A Norman. + +LAERTES Upon my life, Lamond. + +KING CLAUDIUS The very same. + +LAERTES I know him well: he is the brooch indeed + And gem of all the nation. + +KING CLAUDIUS He made confession of you, + And gave you such a masterly report + For art and exercise in your defence + And for your rapier most especially, + That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed, + 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 + Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him. + Now, out of this,-- + +LAERTES What out of this, my lord? + +KING CLAUDIUS 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 CLAUDIUS 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 + A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it; + And nothing is at a like goodness still; + For goodness, growing to a plurisy, + Dies in his own too much: that we would do + We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes + And hath abatements and delays as many + As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents; + And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh, + That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:-- + Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake, + To show yourself your father's son in deed + More than in words? + +LAERTES To cut his throat i' the church. + +KING CLAUDIUS No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; + Revenge should have no bounds. But, good Laertes, + Will you do this, keep close within your chamber. + 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 on your heads: he, being remiss, + 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 pass of practise + Requite him for your father. + +LAERTES I will do't: + And, for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword. + I bought an unction of a mountebank, + So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, + Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, + Collected from all simples that have virtue + 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 CLAUDIUS Let's further think of this; + Weigh what convenience both of time and means + 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 should blast in proof. Soft! let me see: + We'll make a solemn wager on your cunnings: I ha't. + When in your motion you are hot and dry-- + As make your bouts more violent to that end-- + And that he calls for drink, I'll have prepared him + A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping, + If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, + Our purpose may hold there. + + [Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE] + + How now, sweet queen! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE One woe doth tread upon another's heel, + So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes. + +LAERTES Drown'd! O, where? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE There is a willow grows aslant a brook, + That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; + There with fantastic garlands did she come + Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples + That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, + But our 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 weedy trophies and herself + Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; + And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: + Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; + As one incapable of her own distress, + Or like a creature native and indued + Unto that element: but long it could not be + Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, + Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay + To muddy death. + +LAERTES Alas, then, she is drown'd? + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Drown'd, drown'd. + +LAERTES Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, + 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, + But that this folly douts it. + + [Exit] + +KING CLAUDIUS 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] + + HAMLET + +ACT V + +SCENE I A churchyard. + + [Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c] + +First Clown Is she to be buried in Christian burial that + wilfully seeks her own salvation? + +Second Clown I tell thee she is: and therefore make her grave + straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it + Christian burial. + +First Clown How can that be, unless she drowned herself in her + own defence? + +Second Clown Why, 'tis found so. + +First Clown It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else. For + here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, + it argues an act: and an act hath three branches: it + is, to act, to do, to perform: argal, she drowned + herself wittingly. + +Second Clown Nay, but hear you, goodman delver,-- + +First Clown Give me leave. Here lies the water; good: here + stands the man; good; if the man go to this water, + and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he + goes,--mark you that; but if the water come to him + and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he + that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. + +Second Clown But is this law? + +First Clown Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law. + +Second Clown Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not been + a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' + Christian burial. + +First Clown Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that + great folk should have countenance 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. + +Second Clown Was he a gentleman? + +First Clown He was the first that ever bore arms. + +Second Clown Why, he had none. + +First Clown What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the + Scripture? The Scripture says 'Adam digged:' + could he dig without arms? I'll put another + question to thee: if thou answerest me not to the + purpose, confess thyself-- + +Second Clown Go to. + +First Clown What is he that builds stronger than either the + mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? + +Second Clown The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a + thousand tenants. + +First Clown I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows + does well; but how does it well? it does well to + those that do in: 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. + +Second Clown 'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or + a carpenter?' + +First Clown Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. + +Second Clown Marry, now I can tell. + +First Clown To't. + +Second Clown Mass, I cannot tell. + + [Enter HAMLET and HORATIO, at a distance] + +First Clown 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 + doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan: fetch me a + stoup of liquor. + + [Exit Second Clown] + + [He digs and sings] + + In youth, when I did love, did love, + Methought it was very sweet, + To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove, + O, methought, there was nothing meet. + +HAMLET Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he + sings at grave-making? + +HORATIO Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. + +HAMLET 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath + the daintier sense. + +First Clown [Sings] + + But age, with his stealing steps, + Hath claw'd me in his clutch, + And hath shipped me intil the land, + 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! It + might be the pate of a politician, which this ass + now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, + might it not? + +HORATIO It might, my lord. + +HAMLET Or of a courtier; which could say 'Good morrow, + sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord?' This might + be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord + such-a-one's horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not? + +HORATIO Ay, my lord. + +HAMLET Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and + knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade: + here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to + see't. Did these bones cost no more the breeding, + but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't. + +First Clown: [Sings] + + A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, + For and a shrouding sheet: + O, a pit of clay for to be made + For such a guest is meet. + + [Throws up another skull] + +HAMLET There's another: why may not that be the skull of a + lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, + his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he + suffer this 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, and double ones too, than + the length and breadth of a pair of indentures? The + very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in + this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha? + +HORATIO Not a jot more, my lord. + +HAMLET Is not parchment made of sheepskins? + +HORATIO Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too. + +HAMLET They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance + in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose + grave's this, sirrah? + +First Clown Mine, sir. + + [Sings] + + 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. + +First Clown 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 and say it is thine: + 'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest. + +First Clown 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me to + you. + +HAMLET What man dost thou dig it for? + +First Clown For no man, sir. + +HAMLET What woman, then? + +First Clown For none, neither. + +HAMLET Who is to be buried in't? + +First Clown One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. + +HAMLET How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the + card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, + Horatio, these three years I have taken a note of + it; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the + peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he + gaffs his kibe. How long hast thou been a + grave-maker? + +First Clown Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day + that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras. + +HAMLET How long is that since? + +First Clown Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that: it + was the very day that young Hamlet was born; he that + is mad, and sent into England. + +HAMLET Ay, marry, why was he sent into England? + +First Clown Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his wits + there; or, if he do not, it's no great matter there. + +HAMLET Why? + +First Clown 'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men + are as mad as he. + +HAMLET How came he mad? + +First Clown Very strangely, they say. + +HAMLET How strangely? + +First Clown Faith, e'en with losing his wits. + +HAMLET Upon what ground? + +First Clown Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man + and boy, thirty years. + +HAMLET How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? + +First Clown I' faith, if he be not rotten before he die--as we + have many pocky corses now-a-days, 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? + +First Clown Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that + he will keep out water a great while; and your water + is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. + Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth + three and twenty years. + +HAMLET Whose was it? + +First Clown A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was? + +HAMLET Nay, I know not. + +First Clown A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a + flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, + sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. + +HAMLET This? + +First Clown E'en that. + +HAMLET Let me see. + + [Takes the skull] + + Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow + of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath + borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how + abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims 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 one + now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? + Now get you to my lady's chamber, and 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 What's that, my lord? + +HAMLET Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' + the earth? + +HORATIO E'en so. + +HAMLET And smelt so? pah! + + [Puts down the skull] + +HORATIO E'en so, my lord. + +HAMLET To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may + not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, + till he find it stopping a bung-hole? + +HORATIO 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. + +HAMLET No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with + modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: as + thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, + Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is earth; of + earth we make loam; and why of that loam, whereto he + was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel? + Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, + Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: + O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, + Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw! + But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king. + + [Enter Priest, &c. in procession; the Corpse of + OPHELIA, LAERTES and Mourners following; KING + CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains, &c] + + The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow? + And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken + The corse they follow did with desperate hand + Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate. + Couch we awhile, and mark. + + [Retiring with HORATIO] + +LAERTES What ceremony else? + +HAMLET That is Laertes, + A very noble youth: mark. + +LAERTES What ceremony else? + +First Priest Her obsequies have been as far enlarged + As we have warrantise: her death was doubtful; + And, but that great command o'ersways the order, + She should in ground unsanctified have lodged + Till the last trumpet: for charitable prayers, + Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her; + Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants, + Her maiden strewments and the bringing home + Of bell and burial. + +LAERTES Must there no more be done? + +First Priest No more be done: + We should profane the service of the dead + To sing a requiem and such rest to her + As to peace-parted souls. + +LAERTES Lay her i' the earth: + And from her fair and unpolluted flesh + May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, + A ministering angel shall my sister be, + When thou liest howling. + +HAMLET What, the fair Ophelia! + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Sweets to the sweet: farewell! + + [Scattering flowers] + + I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife; + I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, + And not have strew'd thy grave. + +LAERTES O, treble woe + Fall ten times treble on that cursed head, + Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense + Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile, + Till I have caught her once more in mine arms: + + [Leaps into the grave] + + Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, + Till of this flat a mountain you have made, + To o'ertop old Pelion, or the skyish head + Of blue Olympus. + +HAMLET [Advancing] What is he whose grief + Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow + Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand + Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, + Hamlet the Dane. + + [Leaps into the grave] + +LAERTES The devil take thy soul! + + [Grappling with him] + +HAMLET Thou pray'st not well. + I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat; + For, though I am not splenitive and rash, + Yet have I something in me dangerous, + Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand. + +KING CLAUDIUS Pluck them asunder. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Hamlet, Hamlet! + +All Gentlemen,-- + +HORATIO Good my lord, be quiet. + + [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave] + +HAMLET Why I will fight with him upon this theme + Until my eyelids will no longer wag. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE O my son, what theme? + +HAMLET I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers + Could not, with all their quantity of love, + Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her? + +KING CLAUDIUS O, he is mad, Laertes. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE For love of God, forbear him. + +HAMLET 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do: + Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? + Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? + I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? + To outface me with leaping in her grave? + Be buried quick with her, and so will I: + And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw + Millions of acres on us, till our ground, + Singeing his pate against the burning zone, + Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, + I'll rant as well as thou. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE This is mere madness: + And thus awhile the fit will work on him; + Anon, as patient as the female dove, + When that her golden couplets are disclosed, + His silence will sit drooping. + +HAMLET Hear you, sir; + What is the reason that you use me thus? + I loved you ever: but it is no matter; + Let Hercules himself do what he may, + The cat will mew and dog will have his day. + + [Exit] + +KING CLAUDIUS I pray you, good Horatio, wait upon him. + + [Exit HORATIO] + + [To LAERTES] + + Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech; + We'll put the matter to the present push. + Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. + This grave shall have a living monument: + An hour of quiet shortly shall we see; + Till then, in patience our proceeding be. + + [Exeunt] + + HAMLET + +ACT V + +SCENE II A hall in the castle. + + [Enter HAMLET and HORATIO] + +HAMLET So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; + You do remember all the circumstance? + +HORATIO Remember it, my lord? + +HAMLET Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, + That would not let me sleep: methought I lay + Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, + And praised be rashness for it, let us know, + Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, + When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us + There's a divinity that shapes our ends, + Rough-hew them how we will,-- + +HORATIO That is most certain. + +HAMLET Up from my cabin, + My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark + Groped I to find out them; had my desire. + Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew + To mine own room again; making so bold, + My fears forgetting manners, to unseal + Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- + O royal knavery!--an exact command, + Larded with many several sorts of reasons + Importing Denmark's health and England's too, + With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, + That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, + No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, + My head should be struck off. + +HORATIO Is't possible? + +HAMLET Here's the commission: read it at more leisure. + But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed? + +HORATIO I beseech you. + +HAMLET Being thus be-netted round with villanies,-- + Ere I could make a prologue to my brains, + They had begun the play--I sat me down, + Devised a new commission, wrote it fair: + I once did hold it, as our statists do, + A baseness to write fair and labour'd much + How to forget that learning, but, sir, now + It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know + The effect of what I wrote? + +HORATIO Ay, good my lord. + +HAMLET An earnest conjuration from the king, + As England was his faithful tributary, + As love between them like the palm might flourish, + As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear + And stand a comma 'tween their amities, + And many such-like 'As'es of great charge, + That, on the view and knowing of these contents, + Without debatement further, more or less, + He should the bearers put to sudden death, + Not shriving-time allow'd. + +HORATIO How was this seal'd? + +HAMLET Why, even in that was heaven ordinant. + I had my father's signet in my purse, + Which was the model of that Danish seal; + Folded the writ up in form of the other, + Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely, + The changeling never known. Now, the next day + Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent + Thou know'st already. + +HORATIO So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. + +HAMLET Why, man, they did make love to this employment; + They are not near my conscience; their defeat + Does by their own insinuation grow: + 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes + Between the pass and fell incensed points + Of mighty opposites. + +HORATIO Why, what a king is this! + +HAMLET Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon-- + He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother, + Popp'd in between the election and my hopes, + Thrown out his angle for my proper life, + And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience, + To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, + To let this canker of our nature come + In further evil? + +HORATIO It must be shortly known to him from England + What is the issue of the business there. + +HAMLET It will be short: the interim is mine; + And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.' + But I am very sorry, good Horatio, + That to Laertes I forgot myself; + For, by the image of my cause, I see + The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours. + But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me + Into a towering passion. + +HORATIO Peace! who comes here? + + [Enter OSRIC] + +OSRIC Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. + +HAMLET I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly? + +HORATIO No, my good lord. + +HAMLET Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to + know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a + beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at + the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say, + spacious in the possession of dirt. + +OSRIC Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I + should impart a thing to you from his majesty. + +HAMLET I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of + spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. + +OSRIC I thank your lordship, it is very hot. + +HAMLET No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is + northerly. + +OSRIC It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. + +HAMLET But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my + complexion. + +OSRIC Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as + 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his + majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a + great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,-- + +HAMLET I beseech you, remember-- + + [HAMLET moves him to put on his hat] + +OSRIC Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. + Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe + me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent + differences, of very soft society and great showing: + indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or + calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the + continent of what part a gentleman would see. + +HAMLET Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; + though, I know, to divide him inventorially would + dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw + neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the + verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of + great article; and his infusion of such dearth and + rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his + semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace + him, his umbrage, nothing more. + +OSRIC Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. + +HAMLET The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman + in our more rawer breath? + +OSRIC Sir? + +HORATIO Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? + You will do't, sir, really. + +HAMLET What imports the nomination of this gentleman? + +OSRIC Of Laertes? + +HORATIO His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent. + +HAMLET Of him, sir. + +OSRIC I know you are not ignorant-- + +HAMLET I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, + it would not much approve me. Well, sir? + +OSRIC You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is-- + +HAMLET I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with + him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to + know himself. + +OSRIC I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation + laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed. + +HAMLET What's his weapon? + +OSRIC Rapier and dagger. + +HAMLET That's two of his weapons: but, well. + +OSRIC The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary + horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take + it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their + assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the + carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very + responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, + and of very liberal conceit. + +HAMLET What call you the carriages? + +HORATIO I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. + +OSRIC The carriages, sir, are the hangers. + +HAMLET The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we + could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might + be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses + against six French swords, their assigns, and three + liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet + against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it? + +OSRIC The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes + between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you + three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it + would come to immediate trial, if your lordship + would vouchsafe the answer. + +HAMLET How if I answer 'no'? + +OSRIC I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial. + +HAMLET Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his + majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let + the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the + king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can; + if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits. + +OSRIC Shall I re-deliver you e'en so? + +HAMLET To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will. + +OSRIC I commend my duty to your lordship. + +HAMLET Yours, yours. + + [Exit OSRIC] + + He does well to commend it himself; there are no + tongues else for's turn. + +HORATIO This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. + +HAMLET He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it. + Thus has he--and many more of the same bevy that I + know the dressy age dotes on--only got the tune of + the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of + yesty collection, which carries them through and + through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do + but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. + + [Enter a Lord] + +Lord My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young + Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in + the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to + play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time. + +HAMLET I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's + pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now + or whensoever, provided I be so able as now. + +Lord The king and queen and all are coming down. + +HAMLET In happy time. + +Lord The queen desires you to use some gentle + entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. + +HAMLET She well instructs me. + + [Exit Lord] + +HORATIO You will lose this wager, my lord. + +HAMLET I do not think so: since he went into France, I + have been in continual practise: I shall win at the + odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here + about my heart: but it is no matter. + +HORATIO Nay, good my lord,-- + +HAMLET It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of + gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman. + +HORATIO If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will + forestall their repair hither, and say you are not + fit. + +HAMLET Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special + providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, + 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be + now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the + readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he + leaves, what is't to leave betimes? + + [Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES, + Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, &c] + +KING CLAUDIUS Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. + + [KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's] + +HAMLET Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong; + But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. + This presence knows, + And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd + With sore distraction. What I have done, + That might your nature, honour and exception + Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. + Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: + If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, + And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, + Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. + Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so, + Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; + His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. + Sir, in this audience, + Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil + Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, + That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, + And hurt my brother. + +LAERTES I am satisfied in nature, + Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most + To my revenge: but in my terms of honour + I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, + Till by some elder masters, of known honour, + I have a voice and precedent of peace, + To keep my name ungored. But till that time, + I do receive your offer'd love like love, + And will not wrong it. + +HAMLET I embrace it freely; + And will this brother's wager frankly play. + Give us the foils. Come on. + +LAERTES Come, one for me. + +HAMLET I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance + Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, + Stick fiery off indeed. + +LAERTES You mock me, sir. + +HAMLET No, by this hand. + +KING CLAUDIUS Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, + You know the wager? + +HAMLET Very well, my lord + Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side. + +KING CLAUDIUS I do not fear it; I have seen you both: + But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds. + +LAERTES This is too heavy, let me see another. + +HAMLET This likes me well. These foils have all a length? + + [They prepare to play] + +OSRIC Ay, my good lord. + +KING CLAUDIUS Set me the stoops of wine upon that table. + If Hamlet give the first or second hit, + Or quit in answer of the third exchange, + Let all the battlements their ordnance fire: + The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; + And in the cup an union shall he throw, + Richer than that which four successive kings + In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups; + And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, + The trumpet to the cannoneer without, + The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, + 'Now the king dunks to Hamlet.' Come, begin: + And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. + +HAMLET Come on, sir. + +LAERTES Come, my lord. + + [They play] + +HAMLET One. + +LAERTES No. + +HAMLET Judgment. + +OSRIC A hit, a very palpable hit. + +LAERTES Well; again. + +KING CLAUDIUS Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; + Here's to thy health. + + [Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within] + + Give him the cup. + +HAMLET I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. + + [They play] + + Another hit; what say you? + +LAERTES A touch, a touch, I do confess. + +KING CLAUDIUS Our son shall win. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE He's fat, and scant of breath. + Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; + The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. + +HAMLET Good madam! + +KING CLAUDIUS Gertrude, do not drink. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me. + +KING CLAUDIUS [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late. + +HAMLET I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE Come, let me wipe thy face. + +LAERTES My lord, I'll hit him now. + +KING CLAUDIUS I do not think't. + +LAERTES [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience. + +HAMLET Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally; + I pray you, pass with your best violence; + I am afeard you make a wanton of me. + +LAERTES Say you so? come on. + + [They play] + +OSRIC Nothing, neither way. + +LAERTES Have at you now! + + [LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they + change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES] + +KING CLAUDIUS Part them; they are incensed. + +HAMLET Nay, come, again. + + [QUEEN GERTRUDE falls] + +OSRIC Look to the queen there, ho! + +HORATIO They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord? + +OSRIC How is't, Laertes? + +LAERTES Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; + I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. + +HAMLET How does the queen? + +KING CLAUDIUS She swounds to see them bleed. + +QUEEN GERTRUDE No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- + The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. + + [Dies] + +HAMLET O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd: + Treachery! Seek it out. + +LAERTES It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; + No medicine in the world can do thee good; + In thee there is not half an hour of life; + The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, + Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise + Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie, + Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: + I can no more: the king, the king's to blame. + +HAMLET The point!--envenom'd too! + Then, venom, to thy work. + + [Stabs KING CLAUDIUS] + +All Treason! treason! + +KING CLAUDIUS O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt. + +HAMLET Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, + Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? + Follow my mother. + + [KING CLAUDIUS dies] + +LAERTES He is justly served; + It is a poison temper'd by himself. + Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: + Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, + Nor thine on me. + + [Dies] + +HAMLET Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. + I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! + You that look pale and tremble at this chance, + That are but mutes or audience to this act, + Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death, + Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you-- + But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; + Thou livest; report me and my cause aright + To the unsatisfied. + +HORATIO Never believe it: + I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: + Here's yet some liquor left. + +HAMLET As thou'rt a man, + Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. + O good Horatio, what a wounded name, + Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! + If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart + Absent thee from felicity awhile, + And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, + To tell my story. + + [March afar off, and shot within] + + What warlike noise is this? + +OSRIC Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, + To the ambassadors of England gives + This warlike volley. + +HAMLET O, I die, Horatio; + The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: + I cannot live to hear the news from England; + But I do prophesy the election lights + On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; + So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, + Which have solicited. The rest is silence. + + [Dies] + +HORATIO Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: + And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! + Why does the drum come hither? + + [March within] + + [Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, + and others] + +PRINCE FORTINBRAS Where is this sight? + +HORATIO What is it ye would see? + If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. + +PRINCE FORTINBRAS This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death, + What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, + That thou so many princes at a shot + So bloodily hast struck? + +First Ambassador The sight is dismal; + And our affairs from England come too late: + The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, + To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, + That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: + Where should we have our thanks? + +HORATIO Not from his mouth, + Had it the ability of life to thank you: + He never gave commandment for their death. + But since, so jump upon this bloody question, + You from the Polack wars, and you from England, + Are here arrived give order that these bodies + High on a stage be placed to the view; + And let me speak to the yet unknowing world + How these things came about: so shall you hear + Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, + Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, + Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, + And, in this upshot, purposes mistook + Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I + Truly deliver. + +PRINCE FORTINBRAS Let us haste to hear it, + And call the noblest to the audience. + For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: + I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, + Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. + +HORATIO Of that I shall have also cause to speak, + And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more; + But let this same be presently perform'd, + Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance + On plots and errors, happen. + +PRINCE FORTINBRAS Let four captains + Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; + For he was likely, had he been put on, + To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, + The soldiers' music and the rites of war + Speak loudly for him. + Take up the bodies: such a sight as this + Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. + Go, bid the soldiers shoot. + + [A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead + bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off]` diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/secrets.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/secrets.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1367b63 --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters/secrets.go @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +package filters + +import ( + "bytes" + "strings" +) + +func Secrets() FilterFunc { + return func(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + for k, v := range env { + for _, s := range secretSuffixes { + if !strings.HasSuffix(k, s) { + continue + } + b = bytes.ReplaceAll(b, []byte(v), []byte(mask())) + break + } + } + return b, nil + } +} + +var secretSuffixes = []string{ + "_KEY", + "_SECRET", + "_TOKEN", + "_PASSWORD", + "_PASS", +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/hepa.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/hepa.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..afc4c01 --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/hepa.go @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +package hepa + +func WithFunc(p Purifier, fn FilterFunc) Purifier { + c := New() + c.parent = &p + c.filter = fn + return c +} + +func With(p Purifier, f Filter) Purifier { + c := New() + c.parent = &p + c.filter = f + return c +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/purifier.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/purifier.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d62a5fa --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/purifier.go @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +package hepa + +import ( + "bufio" + "bytes" + "io" + + "github.com/markbates/pkger/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/filters" +) + +type Purifier struct { + parent *Purifier + filter Filter +} + +func (p Purifier) Filter(b []byte) ([]byte, error) { + if p.filter == nil { + p.filter = filters.Home() + } + b, err := p.filter.Filter(b) + if err != nil { + return b, err + } + if p.parent != nil { + return p.parent.Filter(b) + } + return b, nil +} + +func (p Purifier) Clean(r io.Reader) ([]byte, error) { + bb := &bytes.Buffer{} + + if p.filter == nil { + if p.parent != nil { + return p.parent.Clean(r) + } + _, err := io.Copy(bb, r) + return bb.Bytes(), err + } + + home := filters.Home() + reader := bufio.NewReader(r) + for { + input, _, err := reader.ReadLine() + if err != nil && err == io.EOF { + break + } + input, err = p.Filter(input) + if err != nil { + return nil, err + } + input, err = home(input) + if err != nil { + return nil, err + } + bb.Write(input) + // if len(input) > 0 { + bb.Write([]byte("\n")) + // } + } + + return bb.Bytes(), nil +} + +func New() Purifier { + return Purifier{} +} diff --git a/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/version.go b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/version.go new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8619a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/internal/takeon/github.com/markbates/hepa/version.go @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +package hepa + +// Version of hepa +const Version = "v0.0.1"