HAMLETTake thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,–
KING CLAUDIUS
HAMLET
QUEEN GERTRUDE
HAMLETGood Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.
Do not for ever with thy veiled lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know’st ’tis common. All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
QUEEN GERTRUDE
HAMLET
KING CLAUDIUSSeems, madam? Nay it is. I know not seems.
‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected ‘havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly: These indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play.
But I have that within which passeth show
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
QUEEN GERTRUDE‘Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father.
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness. ‘Tis unmanly grief.
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschool’d.
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense.
Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie, ’tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
‘This must be so.’ We pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father. For let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne;
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
HAMLETLet not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
I pray thee, stay with us. Go not to Wittenberg.
KING CLAUDIUS
HAMLETWhy, ’tis a loving and a fair reply.
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come.
This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,
No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
And the king’s rouse the heavens all bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
HORATIOO, that this too too sullied flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter. O God, God.
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t, ah fie, ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two.
So excellent a king, that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on. And yet, within a month–
Let me not think on’t. Frailty, thy name is woman.
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,
Like Niobe, all tears:- why she, even she –
O God, a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn’d longer. Married with my uncle,
My father’s brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. Within a month
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
MARCELLUSSir, my good friend. I’ll change that name with you:
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?
HAMLET
HORATIOI am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
HAMLET
HORATIOI would not hear your enemy say so,
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself. I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
HAMLET
HORATIOI prithee, do not mock me, fellow-student.
I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.
HAMLET
HORATIOThrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio.
My father – methinks I see my father.
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIOHe was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLETSeason your admiration for awhile
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
HORATIO
HAMLETTwo nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter’d. A figure like your father,
Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them. Thrice he walk’d
By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,
Within his truncheon’s length, whilst they, distilled
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,
And I with them the third night kept the watch,
Where, as they had deliver’d, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes. I knew your father.
These hands are not more like.
MARCELLUS
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLETMy lord, I did
But answer made it none. Yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak.
But even then the morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,
And vanish’d from our sight.
HORATIO
HAMLETAs I do live, my honour’d lord, ’tis true.
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
MARCELLUS BERNARDOIndeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
HAMLET
MARCELLUS BERNARDO
HAMLET
MARCELLUS BERNARDO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
MARCELLUS BERNARDO
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
HORATIO
HAMLET
AllIf it assume my noble father’s person,
I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well.
Upon the platform, ‘twixt eleven and twelve,
I’ll visit you.
HAMLET
Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
My father’s spirit in arms! All is not well.
I doubt some foul play. Would the night were come!
Till then sit still, my soul. Foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes.