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HAMLET  4.5

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 hears5
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,10
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.15

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:20
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]25
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?30

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.35

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]40
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's45
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:50
[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,55
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:60
[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,65
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 I70
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.75
[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 spies80
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,85
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;90
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 arraign95
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death.
[A noise within]

QUEEN GERTRUDE Alack, what noise is this?

KING CLAUDIUS Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.100
[Enter another Gentleman]
What is the matter?

Gentleman Save yourself, my lord:
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,105
O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'110
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'

QUEEN GERTRUDE How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

KING CLAUDIUS The doors are broke.115
[Noise within]
[Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following]

LAERTES Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.

Danes No, let's come in.

LAERTES          I pray you, give me leave.

Danes We will, we will.
[They retire without the door]

LAERTES I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
Give me my father!120

QUEEN GERTRUDE                 Calmly, good Laertes.

LAERTES That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
Of my true mother.

KING CLAUDIUS                What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?125
Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.130
Speak, man.

LAERTES Where is my father?

KING CLAUDIUS Dead.

QUEEN GERTRUDE But not by him.

KING CLAUDIUS Let him demand his fill.135

LAERTES How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,140
Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
Most thoroughly for my father.

KING CLAUDIUS Who shall stay you?

LAERTES My will, not all the world:
And for my means, I'll husband them so well,145
They shall go far with little.

KING CLAUDIUS Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,150
Winner and loser?

LAERTES None but his enemies.

KING CLAUDIUS Will you know them then?

LAERTES To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
And like the kind life-rendering pelican,155
Repast them with my blood.

KING CLAUDIUS Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
And am most sensible in grief for it,160
It shall as level to your judgment pierce
As day does to your eye.

Danes [Within] Let her come in.

LAERTES How now! what noise is that?
[Re-enter OPHELIA]
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,165
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits170
Should be as moral as an old man's life?
Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

OPHELIA [Sings]175
They bore him barefaced on the bier;
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
Fare you well, my dove!

LAERTES Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,180
It could not move thus.

OPHELIA [Sings]
You must sing a-down a-down,
An you call him a-down-a.
O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false185
steward, that stole his master's daughter.

LAERTES This nothing's more than matter.

OPHELIA There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.

LAERTES A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.190

OPHELIA There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father195
died: they say he made a good end,--
[Sings]
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

LAERTES Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness.

OPHELIA [Sings]200
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead:
Go to thy death-bed:
He never will come again.205
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll:
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!210
And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.
[Exit]

LAERTES Do you see this, O God?

KING CLAUDIUS Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.215
And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,220
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.

LAERTES Let this be so;
His means of death, his obscure funeral--225
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation--
Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
That I must call't in question.

KING CLAUDIUS So you shall;230
And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.
[Exeunt]

 


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