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sre is come to do some villainous shame To grubs and eyeless skulls ? as I discern,
dead bodies : I will apprehend him.-- It burneth in the Capels' monument.

[ Advances. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my inaster, Ty unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;

One that you love. ngeance be pursued further than death? Fri.

Who is it? emned villain, I do apprehend thee:


Romeo. and go with me; for thou must die.

Fri. How long hath he been there? kom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I Bal.

Full half an hour hither.


Fri. Go with me to the vault. d gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Bal.

I dare not, sır: hence, and leave me;—think upon these gone; My master knows not, but I am gone hence; ! them affright thee.-1 beseech thee, youth, And fearfully did menace me with death, up not another sin upon my head,

III did stay to look on his intents. y urging me to fury :-0, be gone!

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Fear comes upon 'y heaven, I love thee better than myself:

me: For I coine hither arm’d against myself:

0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Suy not, be gone;- live, and bereafter say

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

I dreamt my master and another fought, Pur. I do defy thy conjurations,

And that my master slew him. And do attach thee as a telon here.


Romeo! (Advances. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee,' Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains boy:

[They fight. The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?-Page. () lord! they fight, I will go call the What mean these masterless and gory swords watch.

[Exit Page. To lie discolor'd by this place of peace? Par. 0, 1 am slain! (Falls.]-If thou be mercitul,

[Enters the Monument. Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Romeo! 0, pale!-Who else? what, Paris, too?

Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face; And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind hour Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :

Is guilty of this lamentable chance !What said my man, when my betossed soul The lady stirs.

(JULIET wakes and stirs. Did not attend him as we rode ? I think,

Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? He told me Paris should have married Juliet: I do remember well where I should be, Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

And there I am :-Where is my Romeo? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

[Noise within. To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand,

Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that One writ with me in sour mistortune's book!

nest I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, -

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A grave! 0, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, A greater Power than we can contradict For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: This vault a feasting presence! full of light. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interrd. And Paris too: come, I'll dispose of thee

(Laying PARIA in the Monument. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : How oft, when men are at the point of death, Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Have they been merry? which their keepers call Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.) I dare stay A lightning before death;-0, how may I

no longer.

[Exil. Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.Death, that hath suck'd the honey ofthy breath, What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet () churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy checks,

To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips; And death's pale flag is not advanced there.- llaply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Tybalt, liest ihou there in thy bloody sheet? To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses him. 0, what more favor can I do to thee,

Thy lips are warm ! Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, 1 Watch. (Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Jul. Yea, noise !-- Then I'll be brief.-0 happy Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,

dagger! [Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe

This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself:] there rust, and That unsubstantial death is amorous;

let me die. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

(Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?

Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

Page. This is the place; there, where the torch And never from this palace of dim night

doth burn. Depart again; here, here will I remain

1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, here

the churchyard: Will I set up my everlasting rest;

Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

(Ereunt some. From this world-wearied tiesh.--Eyes, look your Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ; last!

And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, () you, Who here hath lain these two days buried.The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,-
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct,2 come, unsavory guide!

Raise up the Montagues, some others search;

[ Exeunt other Watchmen Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!

Bint the true ground of all these piteous woes Here's to my love!--[Drinks.] 0, true a pothecary! We cannot without circumstance descry. Thy drugs are quick.–Thus with a kiss I die.

[ Dies.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHAZAR.

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in Enter, at the other End of the Churchyard, FRIAR

the churchyard. LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

hither. llave my old feet stumbled at graves !-Who's

Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. there?

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?

and weeps: Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows

We took this mattock and this spade from him, Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my

As he was coming from this churchyard side.

1 Watch. A great suspicion: Stay the friar too. friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i... to depart.

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Presence-chamber.

. Conductor. That calls our person from our morning's rest?

you well.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPCLET, and others. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek Being the time the potion's force should ceas abroad?

But he which bore my letter, friar John, La. Cap. 7'he prople in the street cry-Romeo,

Was staid by accident; and yesternight Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,

Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, With open cutcry, toward our monument.

At the prefixed hour of her waking.. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; ears?

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: slain ;

But, when I came, (some minute ere the time And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

Of her awakening,) here untimely lay Warm and new kill'd.

The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, murder comes.

And bear this work of heaven with patience: 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;

And she, too desperate, would not go with me, man: With instruments upon them, fit to open

But (as it seems) did violence on herself. These dead men's tombs.

All this I know; and to the marriage, Cap.0, heavens!-0 wife! look how our daughter Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this bleeds!

Miscarried by my fault, let my old lite This dagger hath mista'en,- for lo! his house3

Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, Is empty on the back of Montague,

Unto the rigor of severest law. And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy La. Cap. () me! this sight of death is as a bell,

man.That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this! Enter MONTAGUE and others.

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;

And then in post he came from Mantua, Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To this same place, to this same monument. To see thy son and heir more early down.

This letter he early bid me give his father; Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: If I departed not, and left him there. What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.-Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch!Mon. O thou untaught; what manners is in this, Sirrah, what made your master in this place! To press before thy father to a grave?

Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,

grave: Till we can clear these ambiguities,

And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: And know their spring, their head, their true de- Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb, scent;

And, by and by, my master drew on him; And then will I be general of your woes,

And then I ran away to call the watch. And lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's And let mischance be slave to patience.

words, Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,

And here he writes-that he did buy a poison Yet most suspected, as the time and place

Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet

.. And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Where be these enemies ! Capulet! Montague! Myself condemned and myself excus'd.

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know that heaven finds means to kill your joys with in this.

love; Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath And I, for winking at your discords too, Is not so long as is a tedious tale,

Have lost a brace of kinsmen: All are punishd. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy hand: And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: This is my daughter's jointure, for no more I married them; and their stolen marriage-day, Can I demand. Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Mon. But I can give thee more: Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. That, while Verona by that name is known, You-to renove that sieger of grief from her,- There shall no figure at such rate be sel, Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, As that of true and faithful Juliet. To county Paris :- Then comes she to me;

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means Poor sacrifices of our enmity! To rid her from this second marriage,

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.

brings: Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,

The sun for sorrow will not show his head: A sleeping potion; which so took effect

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; As I intended, for it wrought on her

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, For never was a story of more woe, That he should hither come at this dire night, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Escurt o 1 e. The scabbard.

• Seat

• Mercutio and Paris

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CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

FRANCISCO, a Soldier. HAMLET, Son to the former, and Nephew to the REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. present King.

A Captain. POLONICS, Lord Chamberlain.

An Ambassador. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.

Ghost of Hamlet's Father.
LAERTES, Son to Polonius.

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway


GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of

OSRIC, a Courtier.

OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius.
Another Courtier.
A Priest.

Lorils, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Gravea MARCELLUS,

dig gers, Sailors, Messengers, and ciher Attenda BERNARDO,


} Officers

SCENE, Elsinore.


SCENE I. - Elsinore. A Platform before the Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy,

And will not let belief take hold of him,

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; FRANCISCO on his Post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

Therefore I have entreated him, along
Ber. Who's there?

With us to watch the minutes of this night;
Fran. Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold That, if again this apparition come,

He may approve our eyes, and speak to it.
Ber. Long live the king!

Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.

Sit down awhile;


And let us once again assail your ears,
Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. That are so fortitied against our story,
Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, What we two nights have seen.


Well, sit we down, Fran. For this relief, much thanks; 'tis bitter And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. cold,

Ber. Last night of all, And I am sick at heart.

When yon sa me star, that's westward frɔm the pole, Ber. Have you had quiet guard?

Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
Ber. Well, good-night.

The bell then beating one,-
If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it The rivals! of my watch, bid them make haste.

comes again!
Enter Horatio and MARCELLUS.

Enter Ghost.
Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who is

Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. there?

Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it. Horatio.
Hor. Friends to this ground.

Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Ho-
And liegemen to the Dane.

Fran. Give you good-night.

Hor. Most like :-it harrows me with fear, and
O, farewell, honest soldier:

wonder. Who hath relieved you ?

Ber. It would be spoke to.
Bernardo hath my place. Mar.

Speak to it, Horatio. Give you good-night.

(Exit FRANCISCO. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of Mar. Holla! Bernardo!

night, Ber.


Together with that fair and warlike form
Vhat, is Horatio there?

In which the majesty of buried Denmark
A piece of him.

Did sometimes march? By heaven, I charge thee,
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; Welcoine, good Mar-


Mar. It is offended.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-


See! it stalks away. night?

Hur. Stay, speak: speak, I charge thee, speak. Ber. I have seen nothing.

(Exů Ghost. · Partners.

, Make good, or establish.

Mar. "Ts bono, and will not answer.

Re-enter Ghost. Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and look But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! pale:

l'll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay, illusion! Is not this something more than fantasy?

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
What think you of it?

Speak to me:
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, If there be any good thing to be done.
Without the sensible and true avouch

That may to thee do ease, and grace to me, Of nine own eyes.

Speak to me:
Is it not like the king?

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Hor. As thou art to thyself:

Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, Such was the very armor he had on,

O speak !
When he the ambitious Norway combated;

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,3 Extorted treasure in the womb of earth.
He smote the sleuded: Polack on the ice.

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, 'Tis strange.

(Cock crura. Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead Speak of it:-stay, and speak.-Stop it, Marcellus. hour,

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.

Hor. Do, if it will not stand. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know Ber.

'Tis here! not;


'Tis here! But in the gross and scope of mine opinion,

Mar. 'Tis gone.

[Erit Ghost This bodes some strange eruption to our state. We do it wrong, being so majestical, Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that | To offer it the show of violence; knows,

For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Why this sa me strict and most observant watch

And our vain blows malicious mockery. So nightly toils the subject of the land;

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,

Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing And foreign mart for implements of war: Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,

The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Does not divide the Sunday from the week: Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day; Whether in sea or tire, in earth or air, Who is't, that can inform me?

The extravagant and erring spirit bies Hor.

That can l;

To his contine: and of the truth herein At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, This present object made probation.' Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet

This bird of dawning singeth all night long: (For so this side of our known world esteem'd him) | And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd com- The nights are wholesome; then no plauels strike, pact,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, Well ratitied by law and heraldry,

So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Did forfeit with his life, all those his lands,

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. Which he stood seis'd of, to the conqueror:

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Against the which, a moiety competent

Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. Was gaged by our king; which had return'd

Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Let us impart what we have seen to-night Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same comart,7 Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my lite, And carriage of the article design'd,

This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

As needful in our loves, fitting our duty ?
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know
Shark'd' up a list of landless resolutes,

Where we shall find him most convenient.
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach2 in't; which is no other,
(As it doth well appear into our state,)
But to recover of us, by strong hand,

SCENE II.-A Room of State in the same. And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONICS, So by his father lost: And this, I take it,

LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Is the main motive of our preparations;

Attendants. The source of this our watch; and the chief head

King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's of this post-haste and romages in the land.

death Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so:

The memory be green; and that it us befitted Well may it sort, that this portentous figure To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom Comes armed through our watch; so like the king

To be contracted in one brow of woe; That was, and is, the question of these wars.

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. That we with wisest sorrow think on him, In the most high and palmyś state of Rome,

Together with remembrance of ourselves. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, The graves stood tenantless, and the shceted dead The imperial jointress of this warlike state, Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,

With one auspicious, and one drooping eye; As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage Disasters in the sun; and the moist start

In equal scale weighing delight and dole. Cpon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,

Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone And even the like precurse of fierce events,

With this atlair along :- For all, our thanks. As harbingers preceding still the fates,

Now follows, that you know. young Fortinbras,And prologues to the omeni coming on,

Holding a weak supposal of our worth; Have heaven and earth together demonstrated Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death, Unto our climatures and countrymen.

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, Dispute.

• Sledged.

He hath not fail'd to pester us with message, · Polander, an inbabitant of Poland.

Importing the surrender of those lands • Just.

Joint bargain. Lost by his father, with all bands of law, • The covenant to confirm that bargain.

To our most valiant brother.-So much for him. • Full of spirit without experience. 1 Picked. • Resolution.

• Wandering.

• A sort of pike. Victorious.

· Prof a Svrch. • Suit.

1 Bass • The moon. Event.

9 Grief


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Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting. To reason most absurd; whose common theme
Thus much the bustiess is: We have here writ Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
T« Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,-

From the first corse, till he that died to-day,
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth Oithis his nephew's purpose,-10 suppress

This unprevailing woe; and think of us His further gait' herein ; in that the levies,

As of a father; for let the world take note, The lists, and full proportions, are all made You are the most immediate to our throne; Out of his subject:--and we here despatch

And, with no less nobility of love, You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltiniand,

Than that which dearest father bears his son, For bearers of this greeting to old Norway ;

Do I impart toward you. For your intent
Giving to you no further personal power

In going back to school in Wittenberg,
To business with the king, more than the scope It is most retrogrades to our desire :
Of these dilated articles allow.

And, we beseech you, bend you to remain
Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Cor. Vol. In that, and all things, will we show Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
our duty.

Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.

Hamlet: [Ereunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS. I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg. And now, Laertes, what's the news with you? Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam. You told us of some suit: What is't, Laertes ? King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply; You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,

Be as ourselt in Denmark.- Madam, come; And lose your voice: What wouldst thou beg, This gentle and untorc'd accord of Hamlet Laertes,

Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day, The head is not more native to the heart,

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell; The hand more instrumental to the mouth,

And the king's rouse? the heaven shall bruit again Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father. Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. What wouldst thou have, Laertes ?

(E.ceunt King, QLEES, Lords, &-c., POLONICS, Laer. My dread lord,

anit LAERTES. Your leave and favor to return to France;

Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, From whence, though willingly, I came to Den- Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! mark,

Or that the Everlasting had not tixed To show my duty in your coronation ;

His canon' 'gainst sell-slaughter! ( God! O God! Yet now I must contess, that duty done,

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France, , Seem to me all the uses of this world! And bow them to your gracious leave and pardo:1. | Fye on't! ( fye! 'tis an unweeded garden, king. Have you your father's leave? What says that grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Polonius?

Possess it merely. That it should come to this! Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow But two months dead !--nay, not so much, not two: leave,

So excellent a king; that was, to this, By laborsome petition; and, at last,

Hyperion' to a satyr: so loving to my mother, Upon his will I seal'd my bard consent:

That he might not beteem3 the winds of heaven I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! king. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, Must I remember? why, she would hang on him And thy best graces: spend it at thy will.- As if increase of appetite had grown But now, my c usin Hamlet, and my son,

By what it fed on: And yet, within a month, Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Let me not think on't ;-Frailty, thy name is

[ Aside.

woman! King. How is it that the clouds still hang on A little month; or ere those shoes were old, you?

With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Ham. Not so, my lord, I am too much i'the sun. Like Niobe, all tears;-why she, even she,

Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color ott, O heaven! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark. Would have mourn'd longer,-married with my Do not, for ever, with thy vailed lids;

uncle, Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

My father's brother; but no more like my father, Thou know'st 'ris common; all, that live, must die, Than I to Hercules: Within a month; Passing through nature to eternity.

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.

Had left the tlushing in her galled eyes, Queen.

If it be,

She married :-0 most wicked speed, lo post Why seems it so particular with thee?

With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! Hum. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; seems.

But break, my heart: for I must hold my tongue: "Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Enter Horatio, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

Hor. Hail to your lordship! No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,


I am glad to see you well: Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,

Horatio,or I do forget myself. Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,

Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem,

ever. For they are actions that a man might play:

Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that namo But I have that within, which passeth show;

with you. These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio !.. King. 'Tis sweet and commendable in your

Marcellus? nature, Hamlet,

Mur. My good lord, To give these mourning duties to your father:

Hum. I am very glad to see you; good-even,

sir. But, you must know, your father lost a father; That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound

But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ? In tilal obligation, for some term

Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.

Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so: To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver In obstinate condolement, is a course

Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, Olimpious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief:

To make it truster of your own report It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. A heart unfortified, or mind impatient;.

But what is your affair in Elsinore? In understanding simple and unschool'd :

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Cor what, we know, must be, and is as common

Hur. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

Ham. Ï pray thee, do not mock me, fellow. Why should we, in our peevish opposition,

student; Take it to heart? Fye! 'tis a fault to heaven,

I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

• Contrary. • Draugbt. • Report. • Dissolve Way, path. Lowering eyes.

• A pollo.

• Suffer.


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