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　　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. O, come away!

　　My soul is full of discord and dismay.

　　Exeunt

　　SCENE II. Another room in the castle.

　　Enter HAMLET

　　HAMLET

　　Safely stowed.

　　ROSENCRANTZ: GUILDENSTERN:

　　[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

　　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

　　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

　　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

　　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