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Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Moni. But I can give thee more :
There shall no figure at such rate be set,
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
(brings; That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it And I, for winking at your discords too,
The sun for sorrow will not shew his head : Have lost a brace of kiusmen :-all are punish'd. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand : Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Eseunt.
Toisplay is one of the most pleasing of our author's perform. cutio's wit, gaiety, and courage, will always procure him friends ances. The scenes are busy and various, the incidents are pu. that wish him a longer life; but his death is not precipitated, he merous and important, the catastrophe irresistibly affecting, has lived out the time allotted him in the construction of the
: at least with such congruity to popular opinions, as tragedy nued his existence, though some of his sallies are perhaps oat requires.
of the reach of Dryden ; whose genius was Aut very fertile of Here is one of the few attempts of Shakspeare to exhibit the merriment, oor ductile to humour, but acule, argumentative. conversation of gentlemen, to represent the airy sprightliness of comprehensive, and sublime. Juvenile elegance. Mr. Dryden mentions a tradition, which The Nurse is one of the characters in which the author delightmight easily reach his line, of declaration made by Shaksed: he has, with great subtlety of distinction, drawn her at once Deare, that he was obliged to kill Merculis in the third act, lest ke loquacious and secrel, obsequious and insoleni, Irusty and dis should have been killed by him. Yet he thinks him no such for. honest. modable person, but that he mighi have lived through
den politieke are ways polluted with sone une spected depravations. Abis
His comic scenes are happily wrought, but his pathetic strains knew, had he been in quest of truth, in a pointed senteuce, that persons, however distressed, kate a conceir left them in their more regard is commonly had to the words than the thought, misery, a miserable conceit.--JOHNSON. and that it is very seldom to be rigorously understood. Mer.
HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.
The first edition of this splendid tragedy, which has been re- of Denmark, have it in them to please the wiser sort, 1598."
cently discovered, was printed in 1003. It was among the ear: In the books of the Stationers' Company, this play was entered liest of our Author's works; and Steevens saw a copy of by James Ruperts, July 26, 1642, under the title of " A booke Speght's edition of Chaucer, which formerly belonged to Dr. called The Revenge of Hamlets, Prince of Denmarke, as it was Gabriel llarvey (the antagonist of Nash), who, in his own lately acted by the Lord Chamberlain his servantes." handwriting. has set down Hamlet, as a performance with The story on which the play is built, may be found is Saxo hich he was well acquainted, in 1598. His words are these : Grammaticus, the Danish historian. From thence Pelleforest
The younger sort take much delight in Shakspeare's l'enus adopted it in his collection of novels, and from this latter and Adonis; but his Lucrece, and his tragedy,
of Hamlei, Prince work, the Historie of llamblere, quarto, bl. I. was translated.
ACT I. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
SCENE I.-Elsinore. A Platform before the Castle. HAMLET, son to the foriner, and nephew to the present King.
FRASCisco on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO. Polonius, Lord Chamberlain
Ber. Who's there? Horatio, friend to Hamlet.
Nay, answer me : stand, and unfold LAERTES, son to Polonius.
Yourself. VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS,
Ber. Long live the king ! ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN,
Bernardo? Osric, a courtier.
He. Another Courtier.
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour, A Priest.
Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, MARCELLUS, ? officers.
Fran. For this relief, much thanks : 'tis bitter cold. FRANCISCO, a soldier.
And I am sick at heart. REYNALDO, servant to Polonius.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard ? A Captain.
Not a mouse stirring. An Ambassador.
Ber. Well, good night. Ghost of Hamlet's father.
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.
The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet.
Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS. OPUBLia, daughter of Polonius.
Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Gravediggers,
Hor. Friends to this ground.
[there! Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants.
And liegemen to the Dane SCENE,-ELSINORE.
Fran. Give you good night.
O, farewell, honest soldier : Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Who hath reliev'd you?
Does not divide the Sunday from the week : Fran.
Bernardo hath my place. What inight be toward, that this sweaty haste Give you good night.
[Erit Francisco. Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day ; Mir. Holla, Bernardo!
Who is 't, that can inform me ?
That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Hor. A piece of himn.
Whose image even out now appear'd to us, Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good Marcellus. Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? | Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Ber. I have seen nothing.
Daru to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy ;
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,) And will not let belief take hold of him,
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal’d compact, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us : Well ratifieu by law, and heraldry, Therefore I have entreated him, along
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, With us to watch the minutes of this night;
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : That, if again this apparition come,
Against the which, a moiety competent ile may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Was gaged by our king ; which had return'd Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Ber.
Sit down awhile ; Had he been vanquisher ; as, by the same co-mart, And let us once again assail your ears,
And carriage of the article design'd, That are so fortified against our story,
His fell to Hamlet : Now, sir, young Fortinbras, What we two nights have seen.
Of unimproved mettle hot and full, Hor.
Well, sit we down, Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Shark d up a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprize,
(again ! And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Mar. Peace, break thee off ; look, where it comes So by his father lost: Ånd this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations ;
The source of this our watch ; and the chief head
(wonder That was, and is, the question of these wars. Mur.
Speak to it, Horatio Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, In the most high and palmy state of Rome, Together with that fair and warlike form
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, in which the majesty of buried Denmark
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak. Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
Mar. It is offended.
As, stars with trains of fire shed dews of blood, Hor. Stay ; speak : speak I charge thee, speak. Disasters dimm'd the sun ; and the moist star,
(Exit Ghost. Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse. Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and look And even the like precurse of fierce events, Is not this something more than fantasy ? (pale : As harbingers preceding still the fates, What think you of it?
And prologue to the omen coming on.Hir. Before my God, I might not this believe, Have heaven and earth together démonstrated Without the sensible and true avouch
Uuto our clinatures and countrymen.Of mine own eyes.
Re-enter Ghust. Mar.
Is it not like the king ? Hor. As thou art to thyself :
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Such was the very armour he had on,
I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion ! When he the ambitious Norway combated ; If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle, Speak to me: He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
If there be any good thing to be done, 'Tis strange.
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Why this same strict and most observant watch
[Cock crows. So nightly toils the subject of the land?
Speak of it :-stay, and speak.–Stop it. Marcellus. And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? And foreign mart for implements of war:
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
His further gait herein ; in that the levies, Hor.
'Tis here! The lists, and full proportions, are all made Mar. 'Tis gone!
[Exit Ghost. Out of his subject :- and we here despatch We do it wrong, being so majestical,
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, To offer it the show of violence;
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway ; For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
Giving to you no further personal power And our vain blows malicious mockery.
To business with the king, more than the scope Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew. Of these dilated articles allow.
Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. l'pon a fearful summons. I have heard,
Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we shew our The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
duty. Doth with his lofty and sbrill-sounding throat King. We doubt it nothing ; heartily farewell. Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
(Ereunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELICS. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? The extravagant and erring spirit hies
You told us of some suit? What is't, Laertes ? To his confine: and of the truth herein
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane, This present object made probation.
And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg, Laer.
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
My dread lord, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Your leave and favour to return to France ; So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark, Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. To shew my duty in your coronation ; But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Yet now, I must confess, that duty done, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon. Let us impart what we have seen to-night
King. Have you your father's leave? What says Unto young Hamlet : for, upon my life,
Polonius? This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him :
Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, By laboursome petition; and, at last, (lease. As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ?
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent : Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know I do beseech you, give him leave to go. Where we shall find him most convenient. (Eseunt. King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces : spend it at thy will.SCENE II.—The same. A Room of State in the same. But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET,POLONIUS, LAERTES,
(Aside. VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, & Attendants.
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you! King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i' the sun death
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, The memory be green ; and that it us befitted And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark, To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom Do pot, for ever, with thy vailed lids To be contracted in one brow of woe ;
Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Thou know'st, 'tis common; all that live, must die, That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Passing through nature to eternity. Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common. Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Queen.
If it be, The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Why seems it so particular with thee? Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,–
Ham. Seems, inadam! nay, it is; I know not seems. With one auspicious, and one dropping eye ; 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, With mirth and funeral, and with dirge in marriage, Nor customary suits of solemn black, In equal scale, weighing delight and dole,
Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, Taken to wife : nor have we herein barr'd
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, With this affair along :- For all, our thanks. Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, – That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seen, Holding a weak supposal of our worth ;
For they are actions that a man might play: Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, But I have that within, which passeth show; Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, King. 'T'is sweet and commendable in your nature, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Hamlet, Importing the surrender of those lands
To give these mourning duties to your father : Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
But, you must know, your father lost a father ; To our most valiant brother.-So much for him. That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound, Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. In filial obligation, for some term Thus much the business is : We have here writ To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras, –
In obstinate condolement, is a course Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief : Of this his nephew's purpose, -t: suppress It shews a will most incorrect to heaven ;
A heart unfortified, or mind impatient :
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name An understanding simple and unschoold: For what, we know, must be, and is as common And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio 1– As any of the most vulgar thing to sense,
Marcellus? Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Mar. My good lord, Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven, Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, sır,A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so ; From the first corse, till he that died to-day, Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth To make it truster of your own report This unprevailing woe; and think of us
Against yourself : I know,
you are no truant. As of a father: for let the world take note,
But what is your affair in Elsinore ? You are the most immediate to our throne; We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. And, with no less nobility of love,
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; Do I impart toward you. For your intent
I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. In going back to school in Wittenberg,
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. It is most retrograde to our desire :
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
'Would l'had met my dearest foe in heaven Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio ?-
Where, Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
My lord ? King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply;
Ham. Ia my
mind's Horatio. Be as ourself in Denmark.–Madam, come ;
Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
Ham. Saw! who?
The king my fall (Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, 8c. 'POLONIUE, Hor. Season your admiration for a while and LAERTES.
With an attent ear; till I may deliver, Hai. O, that this too too solid Aesh would melt, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
This marvel to you. Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
For God's love, let me hea.. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
In the dead waist and middle of the night, Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden,
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pé, Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! Appears before them, and, with solemn march, But two months dead !-- nay, not so much, not two; Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd, So excellent a king ; that was, to this,
By their oppress'd and fear-surprized eyes, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they, distillid That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, In dreadful secrecy impart they did ; As if increase of appetite had grown
And I with them, the third night kept the watch: By what it fed on: And yet, within a month,- Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Let me not think on't ;– Frailty, thy name is woman!- Form of the thing, each word made true and good, A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, The apparition comes : I knew your father ; With which she follow'd my poor father's body, These hands are not more like. Like Niobe, all tears ;-why she, even she,
But where was this! O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my uncle, Ham. Did you not speak to it? My father's brother ; but no more like my father, Hor.
My lord, I 1 : Than I to Hercules : Within a month ;
But answer made it none: yet once, methought, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
It lifted up its head, and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak :
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish'd from our sight. But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue !
'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true : Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS.
And we did think it writ down in our duty, Hor. Hail to your lordship!
To let you know of it. Ham.
I am glad to see you well : Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me Horatio,-or I do forget myself.
Hold you the watch to-night? Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. I All.
We do, my lord.
Tlum. Artu'd say you ?
The safety and the health of the whole state, All.
Arm'd, my lord. And therefore must his choice be circumscribd Ham.
From top to toe? Unto the voice and yielding of that body, All. My lord, from head to foot.
Whereof he is the head : Then if he says, he .oves you. Ham.
Then saw you not It wits your wisdom so far to believe it, His face.
As he in his particular act and place Hor. O, yes, my lord ; he wore his beaver up. May give his saying deed ; which is no further, Ham. What, look'd he frowningly ?
Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal. Hor.
A countenance more Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain, la sorrow than in anger.
If with too credent ear you list his songs;
Or lose your heart; or your chaste treasure open Hor. Nay, very pale.
To his unmaster'd importunity. Ham.
And fix'd his eyes upon you ? Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister ; Hor. Most constantly.
And keep you in the rear of your affection, Ham.
I would, I had been there. Out of the shot and danger of desire. Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough, Ham.
Very like, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : l'ery like: Stay'd it long?
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes : Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a The canker galls the infants of the spring, Mar. Ber. Longer, longer.
(hundred. Too oft before their buttons be disclosd; Hor. Not when I saw it.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
His beard was grizzl'd ? no ? Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Youth io itself rebels, though none else near.
Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, Percnance, 'twill walk again.
As watchmen to my heart : But, good iny brother, Hor.
I warrant, it will. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
And recks not his own read.
O foar me no*. And whatsoever else shall hap to night,
I stay too long ;-But here my father comes.
Occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Pol. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame Ham. Your loves, as mine to you : Farewell. The wind sits in the shoulder of
(Eseunt Horario, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO. And you are staid for: There, my blessing with you! My father's spirit in arms! all is not well,
(Laying his hand on LAERTES' lead. I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! And these few precepts in thy memory Till then sit still, my soul : Foul deeds will rise, Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue Though all the earth'o'erwhelms them, to men's eyes. Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
[Erit. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, SCENE III.-A Room in Polonius' House. Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Bear it, that the opposer may beware of thee. And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : But let me hear from you.
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Oph.
Do you doubt that? Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man;
And they in France, of the best rank and station, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, Are most select and generous, chief in that. The perfume and suppliance of a minute ;
Neither a borrower, nor a lender be: No more.
For loan oft loses both itself and friend; Oph. No more but so?
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Laer.
Think it no more :
This above all, — To thine ownself be true; For nature, crescent, does not grow alone
And it must follow, as the night the day, In thews, and bulk ; but, as this temple waxes,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. The inward service of the mind and soul
Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee ! Grows wide withal. Perhaps, he loves you now; Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord And now no soil, nor cautel, doth besmirch
Pol. The time invites you ; go, your servants tend The virtue of his will : but, you must fear,
Laer. Farewell, Ophelia : and remember well His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own ; What I have said to you. For he himself is subject to his birth :
'Tis in my memory lock'd He may not, as unvalued persons do,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it. Carve for himself ; for on his choice depends
(Exit LA ERTES