ACT V.
Scene I. A churchyard.
Enter two Clowns, with spades, &c.[1962]
First Clo. Is she to be buried in Christian burial that[1963][1964]
wilfully seeks her own salvation?
Sec. Clo. I tell thee she is; and therefore make her[1965][1966]
grave straight: the crowner hath sat on her, and finds it
Christian burial. 5
First Clo. How can that be, unless she drowned herself[1963][1967]
in her own defence?
Sec. Clo. Why, 'tis found so.[1965]
First Clo. It must be 'se offendendo;' it cannot be else.[1968]
For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues 10
an act: and an act hath three branches; it is, to act, to[1969]
do, and to perform: argal, she drowned herself wittingly.[1970]
Sec. Clo. Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.[1971]
First Clo. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good:[1972]
here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water and[1973] 15
drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes; mark you[1974]
that; but if the water come to him and drown him, he[1975]
drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own
death shortens not his own life.
Sec. Clo. But is this law? 20
First Clo. Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.
Sec. Clo. Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had not[1976]
been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o'[1977]
Christian burial.
First Clo. Why, there thou say'st: and the more pity that[1978] 25
great folk should have countenance in this world to drown
or hang themselves, more than their even Christian. Come,[1979]
my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners,[1980]
ditchers and grave-makers: they hold up Adam's profession.
Sec. Clo. Was he a gentleman? 30
First Clo. A' was the first that ever bore arms.[1981]
Sec. Clo. Why, he had none.[1982]
First Clo. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand[1982][1983]
the Scripture? The Scripture says Adam digged:[1982]
could he dig without arms? I'll put another question[1982] 35
to thee: if thou answerest me not to the purpose, confess[1984]
thyself—[1985]
Sec. Clo. Go to.
First Clo. What is he that builds stronger than either
the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? 40
Sec. Clo. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a[1986]
thousand tenants.
First Clo. I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that
do ill: now, thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger 45
than the church: argal, the gallows may do well to thee.
To't again, come.
Sec. Clo. 'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright,
or a carpenter?'[1987]
First Clo. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke. 50
Sec. Clo. Marry, now I can tell.
First Clo. To't.
Sec. Clo. Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, afar off.[1988]
First Clo. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your
dull ass will not mend his pace with beating, and when 55
you are asked this question next, say 'a grave-maker:' the
houses that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to[1989][1990]
Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of liquor. [Exit Sec. Clown.[1990][1991]
[He digs, and sings.
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet, 60
To contract, O, the time, for-a my behove,[1992]
O, methought, there-a was nothing-a meet.[1993]
Ham. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that[1994][1995]
he sings at grave-making?[1995]
Hor. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.[1996] 65
Ham. 'Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath
the daintier sense.[1997]
First Clo. [Sings] But age, with his stealing steps,[1998][1999]
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,[1999][2000] 70
And hath shipped me intil the land,[1999][2001]
As if I had never been such.[2002]
[Throws up a skull.
Ham. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing
once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were[2003]
Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be[2004] 75
the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches;[2005]
one that would circumvent God, might it not?[2006]
Hor. It might, my lord.
Ham. Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow,
sweet lord! How dost thou, sweet lord?' This might[2007] 80
be my lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a-one's[2008]
horse, when he meant to beg it; might it not?[2009]
Hor. Ay, my lord.
Ham. Why, e'en so: and now my Lady Worm's;[2010]
chapless, and knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's[2011] 85
spade: here's fine revolution, an we had the trick to see't.[2012]
Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at
loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't.[2013]
First Clo. [Sings] A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade,[1998]
For and a shrouding sheet:[2014] 90
O, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up another skull.[2015]
Ham. There's another: why may not that be the skull[2016]
of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his[2017]
cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this 95
rude knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty[2018]
shovel, and will not tell him of his action of battery? Hum![2019]
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[2020] 100
of his recoveries, to have his fine pate full of fine dirt? will[2020][2021]
his vouchers vouch him no more of his purchases, and double[2022][2023]
ones too, than the length and breadth of a pair of indentures?[2023]
The very conveyances of his lands will hardly lie in[2024]
this box; and must the inheritor himself have no more, ha? 105
Hor. Not a jot more, my lord.
Ham. Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?
Hor. Ay, my lord, and of calf-skins too.[2025]
Ham. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance[2026]
in that. I will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's 110
this, sirrah?[2027]
First Clo. Mine, sir.[2028]
[Sings] O, a pit of clay for to be made[2028][2029]
For such a guest is meet.[2030]
Ham. I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.[2031] 115
First Clo. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not[2032]
yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, and yet it is mine.[2033]
Ham. 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 Clo. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again, from[2034] 120
me to you.
Ham. What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clo. For no man, sir.
Ham. What woman then?
First Clo. For none, neither. 125
Ham. Who is to be buried in 't?
First Clo. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her
soul, she's dead.
Ham. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by
the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord,[2035] 130
Horatio, this three years I have taken note of it; the age[2036]
is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so[2037]
near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. How long[2038]
hast thou been a grave-maker?[2039]
First Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that[2040] 135
day that our last king Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.[2041]
Ham. How long is that since?
First Clo. Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell
that: it was that very day that young Hamlet was born;[2042]
he that is mad, and sent into England.[2043] 140
Ham. Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
First Clo. Why, because a' was mad: a' shall recover[2044]
his wits there; or, if a' do not, 'tis no great matter there.[2044][2045]
Ham. Why?
First Clo. 'Twill not be seen in him there; there the[2046] 145
men are as mad as he.[2046]
Ham. How came he mad?
First Clo. Very strangely, they say.
Ham. How 'strangely'?
First Clo. Faith, e'en with losing his wits. 150
Ham. Upon what ground?
First Clo. Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton[2047]
here, man and boy, thirty years.[2048]
Ham. How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
First Clo. I'faith, if a' be not rotten before a' die—as[2049][2050] 155
we have many pocky corses now-a-days, that will scarce[2051]
hold the laying in—a' will last you some eight year or nine[2051]
year: a tanner will last you nine year.[2052]
Ham. Why he more than another?
First Clo. Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade[2053] 160
that a' will keep out water a great while; and your water is[2054]
a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull[2055]
now: this skull has lain in the earth three and twenty years.[2055][2056]
Ham. Whose was it?
First Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do[2057] 165
you think it was?[2057]
Ham. Nay, I know not.
First Clo. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a'[2058]
poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same[2059]
skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.[2059][2060] 170
Ham. This?
First Clo. E'en that.
Ham. Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor[2061]
Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of
most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a[2062] 175
thousand times; and now how abhorred in my imagination[2063][2064]
it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I[2064]
have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,[2065]
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one[2066] 180
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen? Now[2067]
get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint[2068]
an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her[2069]
laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Hor. What's that, my lord? 185
Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion[2070]
i' the earth?
Hor. E'en so.
Ham. And smelt so? pah! [Puts down the skull.[2071]
Hor. E'en so, my lord. 190
Ham. To what base uses we may return, Horatio![2072]
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
till he find it stopping a bung-hole?[2073]
Hor. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Ham. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither[2074] 195
with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it: as thus:[2075]
Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth[2076]
into dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make loam;[2077]
and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might[2078]
they not stop a beer-barrel? 200
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,[2079]
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's flaw![2080]
But soft! but soft! aside: here comes the king. 205
Enter Priests, &c. in procession; the Corpse of Ophelia, Laertes and Mourners following; King, Queen, their trains, &c.[2081]
The queen, the courtiers: who is this they follow?[2082]
And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken[2083]
The corse they follow did with desperate hand
Fordo its own life: 'twas of some estate.[2084]
Couch we awhile, and mark. [Retiring with Horatio.[2085] 210
Laer. What ceremony else?[2086]
Ham. That is Laertes, a very noble youth: mark.[2087]
Laer. What ceremony else?
First Priest. Her obsequies have been as far enlarged[2088][2089]
As we have warranty: her death was doubtful;[2090] 215
And, but that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodged[2091]
Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers,[2092]
Shards, flints and pebbles should be thrown on her:[2093]
Yet here she is allow'd her virgin crants,[2094] 220
Her maiden strewments and the bringing home[2095]
Of bell and burial.
Laer. Must there no more be done?[2096]
First Priest. No more be done:[2088]
We should profane the service of the dead
To sing a requiem and such rest to her[2097] 225
As to peace-parted souls.
Laer. Lay her i' the earth:[2098]
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.
Ham. What, the fair Ophelia! 230
Queen. [Scattering flowers] Sweets to the sweet: farewell![2099]
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;[2100]
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
And not have strew'd thy grave.
Laer. O, treble woe[2101]
Fall ten times treble on that cursed head[2102] 235
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense[2103]
Deprived thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
[Leaps into the grave.[2104]
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Till of this flat a mountain you have made 240
To o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head[2105]
Of blue Olympus.[2106][2107]
Ham. [Advancing] What is he whose grief[2107]
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow[2108]
Conjures the wandering stars and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,[2109] 245
Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps into the grave.
Laer. The devil take thy soul!
[Grappling with him.[2110]
Ham. Thou pray'st not well.[2111]
I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;[2111]
For, though I am not splenitive and rash,[2112]
Yet have I in me something dangerous,[2113] 250
Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand.[2114]
King. Pluck them asunder.
Queen. Hamlet, Hamlet!
All. Gentlemen,—
Hor. Good my lord, be quiet.
[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.[2115]
Ham. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme[2116]
Until my eyelids will no longer wag. 255
Queen. O my son, what theme?
Ham. I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,[2117]
Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
King. O, he is mad, Laertes. 260
Queen. For love of God, forbear him.
Ham. 'Swounds, show me what thou'lt do:[2118]
Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?[2119][2120]
Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?[2119][2121]
I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?[2122] 265
To outface me with leaping in her grave?[2123]
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,[2124] 270
Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,[2125]
I'll rant as well as thou.
Queen. This is mere madness:[2126][2127]
And thus awhile the fit will work on him;[2128]
Anon, as patient as the female dove[2127][2129]
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,[2130] 275
His silence will sit drooping.
Ham. Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I loved you ever: but it is no matter;[2131]
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. [Exit.[2132] 280
King. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.
[Exit Horatio.[2133]
[To Laertes] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;[2134]
We'll put the matter to the present push.
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.
This grave shall have a living monument: 285
An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;[2135]
Till then, in patience our proceeding be. [Exeunt.[2136]
Scene II. A hall in the castle.[2137]
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
Ham. So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other;[2138]
You do remember all the circumstance?[2139]
Hor. Remember it, my lord!
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep: methought I lay[2140] 5
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,[2141][2142]
And praised be rashness for it, let us know,[2142][2143][2144][2145]
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well[2144][2145][2146]
When our deep plots do pall; and that should learn us[2144][2147]
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,[2144] 10
Rough-hew them how we will.[2144]
Hor. That is most certain.
Ham. Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark[2148]
Groped I to find out them; had my desire,[2149]
Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew 15
To mine own room again; making so bold,[2150][2151]
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal[2151][2152]
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,—
O royal knavery!—an exact command,[2153]
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,[2154] 20
Importing Denmark's health and England's too,
With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,[2155]
That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,[2156]
My head should be struck off.[2157]
Hor. Is't possible? 25
Ham. Here's the commission: read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?[2158]
Hor. I beseech you.[2159]
Ham. Being thus be-netted round with villanies,—[2160][2161]
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,[2160][2162] 30
They had begun the play,—I sat me down;[2160][2163]
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[2164]
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now 35
It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know[2165]
The effect of what I wrote?[2166]
Hor. Ay, good my lord.
Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,[2167] 40
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma 'tween their amities,[2168]
And many such-like 'As'es of great charge,[2169]
That, on the view and knowing of these contents,[2170]
Without debatement further, more or less, 45
He should the bearers put to sudden death,[2171]
Not shriving-time allow'd.[2172]
Hor. How was this seal'd?
Ham. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.[2173]
I had my father's signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish seal: 50
Folded the writ up in the form of the other;[2174]
Subscribed it; gave't the impression; placed it safely,[2175]
The changeling never known. Now, the next day[2176]
Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent[2177]
Thou know'st already.[2178] 55
Hor. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.[2179]
Ham. Why, man, they did make love to this employment;[2180]
They are not near my conscience; their defeat[2181]
Does by their own insinuation grow:[2182]
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes[2183] 60
Between the pass and fell incensed points[2184]
Of mighty opposites.
Hor. Why, what a king is this!
Ham. Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon—[2185]
He that hath kill'd my king, and whored my mother;[2186]
Popp'd in between the election and my hopes;[2187] 65
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,[2188]
And with such cozenage—is't not perfect conscience,[2189]
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd,[2190][2191]
To let this canker of our nature come[2190]
In further evil?[2190][2192] 70
Hor. It must be shortly known to him from England[2190]
What is the issue of the business there.[2190]
Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine;[2190][2193][2194]
And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.'[2190][2193][2195]
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,[2190][2193] 75
That to Laertes I forgot myself;[2190]
For, by the image of my cause, I see[2190]
The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours:[2190][2196]
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me[2190]
Into a towering passion.[2190]
Hor. Peace! who comes here?[2190][2197] 80
Enter Osric.
Osr. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.[2198][2199]
Ham. I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?[2200][2201]
Hor. No, my good lord.[2201]
Ham. Thy state is the more gracious, for 'tis a vice to[2201]
know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a beast be[2201] 85
lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess:[2201]
'tis a chough, but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.[2201][2202]
Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I[2203]
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit.[2204] 90
Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.[2205]
Osr. I thank your lordship, it is very hot.[2206]
Ham. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is
northerly.
Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. 95
Ham. But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot, or my[2207][2208]
complexion—[2208]
Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as 'twere,—I[2209]
cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me[2210]
signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head:[2211] 100
sir, this is the matter—[2212]
Ham. I beseech you, remember—[2213]
[Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.
Osr. Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith.[2214]
Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute[2215]
gentleman, full of most excellent differences, of very[2215][2216] 105
soft society and great showing: indeed, to speak feelingly of[2215][2217]
him, he is the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find[2215][2218]
in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.[2215][2219]
Ham. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;[2215]
though, I know, to divide him inventorially would dizzy the[2215][2220] 110
arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw neither, in respect[2215][2221]
of his quick sail. But in the verity of extolment, I take[2215]
him to be a soul of great article, and his infusion of such[2215][2222]
dearth and rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his[2215]
semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his[2215] 115
umbrage, nothing more.[2215]
Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.[2215]
Ham. The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the[2215][2223]
gentleman in our more rawer breath?[2215]
Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another tongue?[2215][2225]
You will do't, sir, really.[2215][2226]
Ham. What imports the nomination of this gentleman?[2215]
Hor. His purse is empty already; all's golden words[2215] 125
are spent.[2215]
Osr. I know you are not ignorant—[2215][2229]
Ham. I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it[2215]
would not much approve me. Well, sir?[2215][2230] 130
Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is—[2215][2231]
Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare[2215]
with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to[2215][2232]
know himself.[2215]
Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation[2215][2233] 135
laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.[2215][2234]
Ham. What's his weapon?
Osr. Rapier and dagger.
Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well.
Osr. The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary[2235] 140
horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take it, six[2236]
French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle,
hanger, and so: three of the carriages, in faith, are very[2237]
dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate
carriages, and of very liberal conceit. 145
Ham. What call you the carriages?
Hor. I knew you must be edified by the margent ere[2238]
you had done.[2238]
Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers.[2239]
Ham. The phrase would be more germane to the[2240] 150
matter if we could carry a cannon by our sides: I would[2241]
it might be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses[2242]
against six French swords, their assigns, and three liberal-conceited
carriages; that's the French bet against the[2243][2244]
Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it?[2244][2245] 155
Osr. The king, sir, hath laid, sir, that in a dozen[2246]
passes between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you[2247]
three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it would[2248]
come to immediate trial, if your lordship would vouchsafe
the answer. 160
Ham. How if I answer 'no'?
Osr. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person
in trial.
Ham. Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his[2249]
majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me; let the[2249][2250] 165
foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the king hold[2251]
his purpose, I will win for him an I can; if not, I will gain[2252]
nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
Osr. Shall I redeliver you e'en so?[2253]
Ham. To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature[2254] 170
will.
Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship.[2255]
Ham. Yours, yours. [Exit Osric.] He does well to[2256]
commend it himself; there are no tongues else for's turn.[2257]
Hor. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his[2258] 175
head.
Ham. He did comply with his dug before he sucked[2259]
it. Thus has he—and many more of the same breed that[2260]
I know the drossy age dotes on—only got the tune of the
time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yesty collection,[2261][2262] 180
which carries them through and through the most[2261]
fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to[2263]
their trial, the bubbles are out.[2264]
Enter a Lord.[2265]
Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to you by[2265]
young Osric, who brings back to him, that you attend him[2265][2266] 185
in the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to play[2265]
with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.[2265]
Ham. I am constant to my purposes; they follow the[2265]
king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now or[2265]
whensoever, provided I be so able as now.[2265] 190
Lord. The king and queen and all are coming down.[2265]
Ham. In happy time.[2265]
Lord. The queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment[2265][2267]
to Laertes before you fall to play.[2265][2268]
Ham. She well instructs me. [Exit Lord.[2265][2269] 195
Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord.[2270]
Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, I
have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds.
But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my[2271]
heart: but it is no matter. 200
Hor. Nay, good my lord,—[2272]
Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving[2273]
as would perhaps trouble a woman.[2273]
Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it. I will[2274]
forestal their repair hither, and say you are not fit. 205
Ham. Not a whit; we defy augury: there is special[2275]
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to[2276]
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[2277][2278]
aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes? Let 210
be.[2278]
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, and Lords, Osric and other Attendants with foils and gauntlets; a table and flagons of wine on it.[2279]
King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.[2280]
[The King puts Laertes' hand into Hamlet's.
Ham. Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong;[2281]
But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.[2282]
This presence knows,[2282][2283][2284] 215
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd[2283][2284][2285]
With sore distraction. What I have done,[2283][2284][2286]
That might your nature, honour and exception[2284][2287]
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.[2284]
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet:[2284] 220
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,[2284]
And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,[2284]
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.[2284]
Who does it then? His madness: if't be so,[2284][2288]
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;[2284][2289] 225
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.[2284]
Sir, in this audience,[2284][2290]
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,[2291] 230
And hurt my brother.[2292]
Laer. 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[2293] 235
I have a voice and precedent of peace,[2294]
To keep my name ungored. But till that time[2295]
I do receive your offer'd love like love[2296]
And will not wrong it.
Ham. I embrace it freely,[2297][2298]
And will this brother's wager frankly play.[2298] 240
Give us the foils. Come on.[2299]
Laer. Come, one for me.
Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance
Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night,[2300]
Stick fiery off indeed.[2301]
Laer. You mock me, sir.
Ham. No, by this hand.[2302] 245
King. Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin[2303][2304]
Hamlet,[2303]
You know the wager?
Ham. Very well, my lord;[2305][2306]
Your grace has laid the odds o' the weaker side.[2306][2307]
King. I do not fear it; I have seen you both:[2308]
But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds.[2309] 250
Laer. This is too heavy; let me see another.[2310][2311]
Ham. This likes me well. These foils have all a length?[2310][2312]
[They prepare to play.
Osr. Ay, my good lord.
King. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.[2313]
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,[2314] 255
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,[2315]
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,[2316]
Richer than that which four successive kings 260
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;[2317]
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,[2318]
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,[2319]
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,[2320]
'Now the king drinks to Hamlet.' Come, begin;[2321] 265
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
Ham. Come on, sir.
Laer. Come, my lord. [They play.[2322]
Ham. One.
Laer. No.
Ham. Judgement.
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.[2323]
Laer. Well; again.
King. Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;[2324]
Here's to thy health.
[Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within.[2325]
Give him the cup. 270
Ham. I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.[2326]
Come. [They play.] Another hit; what say you?[2327]
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.[2328]
King. Our son shall win.
Queen. He's fat and scant of breath.[2329]
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows:[2330] 275
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good madam!
King. Gertrude, do not drink.[2331]
Queen. I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.[2332]
King. [Aside] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.[2333]
Ham. I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.[2334] 280
Queen. Come, let me wipe thy face.
Laer. My lord, I'll hit him now.[2335]
King. I do not think't.
Laer. [Aside] And yet it is almost against my conscience.[2333][2336]
Ham. Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;[2337]
I pray you, pass with your best violence; 285
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.[2338]
Laer. Say you so? come on. [They play.[2339]
Osr. Nothing, neither way.
Laer. Have at you now!
[Laertes wounds Hamlet; then, in scuffling, they change rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.[2340]
King. Part them; they are incensed.
Ham. Nay, come, again. [The Queen falls.
Osr. Look to the queen there, ho![2341] 290
Hor. They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?[2342]
Osr. How is't, Laertes?[2343]
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;[2344]
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.[2345]
Ham. How does the queen?
King. She swounds to see them bleed.[2346] 295
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,—O my dear Hamlet,—[2347]
The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [Dies.[2347][2348]
Ham. O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:[2349]
Treachery! seek it out.
Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;[2350] 300
No medicine in the world can do thee good,[2351]
In thee there is not half an hour of life;[2352]
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,[2353]
Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practice[2354]
Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lie,[2355] 305
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:[2356]
I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.[2357]
Ham. The point envenom'd too![2358][2359][2360]
Then, venom, to thy work. [Stabs the King.[2358][2360][2361]
King. O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,[2362]
Drink off this potion: is thy union here?[2363]
Follow my mother. [King dies.[2364]
Laer. He is justly served;[2365]
It is a poison temper'd by himself.[2365][2366] 315
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,[2367]
Nor thine on me! [Dies.[2368]
Ham. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.[2369]
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu![2370] 320
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,[2371]
Had I but time—as this fell sergeant, death,[2372]
Is strict in his arrest—O, I could tell you—[2372][2373]
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; 325
Thou livest; report me and my cause aright[2374]
To the unsatisfied.
Hor. Never believe it:[2375]
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane:[2376]
Here's yet some liquor left.
Ham. As thou'rt a man,[2377][2378]
Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't.[2377][2379] 330
O good Horatio, what a wounded name,[2380]
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me![2381]
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,[2382]
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, 335
To tell my story. [March afar off, and shot within.[2383]
What warlike noise is this?
Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,[2384]
To the ambassadors of England gives[2385][2386][2387]
This warlike volley.[2386]
Ham. O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:[2388] 340
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,[2389]
Which have solicited. The rest is silence. [Dies.[2390] 345
Hor. Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,[2391]
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! [March within.[2392]
Why does the drum come hither?
Enter Fortinbras, and the English Ambassadors, with drum, colours, and Attendants.[2393]
Fort. Where is this sight?
Hor. What is it you would see?[2394]
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.[2395] 350
Fort. This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death,[2396]
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,[2397]
That thou so many princes at a shot[2398]
So bloodily hast struck?
First Amb. The sight is dismal;[2399]
And our affairs from England come too late: 355
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?
Hor. Not from his mouth
Had it the ability of life to thank you:[2400] 360
He never gave commandment for their death.[2401]
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,[2402]
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,[2403]
Are here arrived, give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;[2404] 365
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world[2405]
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts,[2406]
Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,[2407] 370
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Truly deliver.
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.[2408]
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: 375
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,[2409]
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.[2410]
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,[2411]
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more:[2412]
But let this same be presently perform'd,[2413] 380
Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance[2414]
On plots and errors happen.[2415]
Fort. Let four captains
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;[2416]
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royally: and, for his passage,[2417] 385
The soldiers' music and the rites of war[2418]
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies: such a sight as this[2419]
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.[2420]
Go, bid the soldiers shoot. 390
[A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the bodies: after which a peal of ordnance is shot off.[2421]