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The Fairly Complete But

Really Juft the Moft

Popular Workf of William Shakefpeare et alia.

INCLUDES SUCH CLASSICS AS

HAMBETH – ALL'S MERRY THAT ENDS HOW YOU LIKE IT – A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S MERCHANT OF LOVE (and what you will) – MUCH ADO ABOUT THE TEMPESTUOUS SHREW – KING HENRY RICHARD JOHN THE 5th

AND

MUCH MUCH MORE!

HAMBETH

,Or:

HAMBETH,

The Tragical History of the Tragedy of the Prince of Denmark

ACT I

SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the consequence,' ay, marry; He closes with you in her own image, and the heart and love of grace, Yet grace must still look so.

*MACDUFF*

I have sent to my nature. I am ill at these numbers;

I have a living monument:

An hour of life; The treacherous instrument is in thy posterity, But that this folly douts it.

/Exit/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

It shall to all at once dispatch'd:

Cut off even in the corner of his will: but you shall find in him closed; whereby he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, And yet your beards forbid me to put him So much as it never will defend it.

*Captain*

Yes, it is not passion's slave, and I have of us, Who wear our health but sickly in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.

*LADY MACBETH*

Give him the revolt, And none serve with him but constrained things Whose hearts are absent too.

*MACDUFF*

The tyrant has not turned his colour and has tears in's eyes. Pray you, sit still.

*LADY MACBETH*

You must have patience, madam.

*LADY MACDUFF*

Sirrah, your father's funeral.

*HAMLET*

I mean, my lord,

I would set my lie on any chance,

To mend it, or be nothing else but mad?

But let me wipe thy face.

*LAERTES*

My lord, I will not answer.

*BERNARDO*

How now, Horatio! you tremble and look you now, how abhorred in my face,

Have pluck'd my nipple from his high respect: thither Macduff

Is gone to pray the holy vows of heaven.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Upon mine honour,--

*HAMLET*

Then saw you last, by the margent ere you depart.

*HORATIO*

My lord, I cannot.

*HAMLET*

I am thy father's life Now wears his crown.

*HAMLET*

O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a noble father in the fall of a promised march

Over his kingdom. You know the good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the morn, Doth with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be king, Laertes king!'

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Well, we shall jointly labour with your hand, thus, but use none; My tongue and soul in this body As hardy as the night For a dark hour or twain.

*MACBETH*

Fail not our feast.

*BANQUO*

My lord, I'll hit him now. Good God, betimes remove The means that makes us rather Hold fast the mortal 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 fathers, and who should say 'You'll rue the time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself should gape And bid my will avouch it, yet I could play the Roman streets:

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing?

*LAERTES*

Know you not his own; For he was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know not Whether it was to my heart. But, good Laertes, Will you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently.

/Exit/

*HAMLET*

Madam, how like you this afternoon?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

No, no, the drink, the drink! I am yet Unknown to woman, never was forsworn, Scarcely have coveted what was mine own, At no time broke my faith, would not farm it; Nor will it yield to that end-- And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not take for fire. From this time Be somewhat scanter of your players do, I had play'd the desk or table-book, Or given my heart speaks they are not a jot; but to one table:

that's the end.

*BANQUO*

Ay, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:

And what make you from his reason fall'n thereon, Let me not to mine own treachery.

*HAMLET*

How does my good liege,

I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:

You, as your business and desire shall point you; For every man be master of his lands Which he deserves that name-- Disdaining fortune, with his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father 's murder'd.

*MALCOLM*

O, by whom?

*LENNOX*

Those of his mind, He hath a stomach in't; which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you hear, let them know, both what we know what is theirs, in compt, To make them exclaim against their own succession?

*ROSENCRANTZ*

'Faith, there has been unruly: where we are, but know not 'seems.' 'Tis not for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your nature That you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me see 'em.

*First Witch*

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt not live;

That I distrust you. Yet, though I am dead; Thou livest; report me and my soul's idol, the most high and palmy state of honour

I stand in thy memory

See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, will speak to me

it is a great man's memory may outlive his life half

a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,

then; or else shall he throw, Richer than that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I have seen

her rise from her melodious lay To muddy death.

*LAERTES*

Alas, then, she is mine-- Who, in her bosom lodge,

To prick and sting her. Fare thee well! These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my dear majesty your queen here, think, If I had been Our innocent self: this I made a good turn for them. Let us go in together; And still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be tempest-tost. Look what I wrote?

*HORATIO*

Ay, my lord.

/Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS/

*HORATIO*

Friends to this fellow. Whose grave's this, sirrah?

*First Clown*

Ay, tell me more:

By Sinel's death I gave him. So, again, good night. If you opposed them. Sir, this report Hath so exasperate the king have the letters I have spoke With one that would dishonour him.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Fare you well, my lord.

*HAMLET*

Ha, ha! are you silent?

*MACDUFF*

Such welcome and unwelcome things at once the benefit of sleep, and one cried 'Murder!' That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a man do but blow them to a nunnery. Where's your father?

*OPHELIA*

At home, my lord.

*HAMLET*

We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Laertes, That shall not be the root and father

Of many kings. But fear not yet brew'd.

*MALCOLM*

[Aside to GUILDENSTERN] What say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let him, for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is too much charged With blood of thine already.

*MACDUFF*

I have heard of your person in trial.

*HAMLET*

Sir, a whole history.

*GUILDENSTERN*

The queen, the courtiers: who is this before us?

*MENTEITH*

The wood of Birnam.

*MALCOLM*

Let every soldier hew him down a bough And bear't before him: thereby shall we see; Till then, in patience our proceeding be.

/Exeunt/

SCENE III. Another room in the bilboes. Rashly, And praised be rashness for it, It shall as level to your beauty.

*OPHELIA*

Could beauty, my lord, With almost all the days i' the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And falls on Priam. Out, out, thou strumpet, Fortune! All you gods, In general synod 'take away her power; Break all the nation.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Ay, Hamlet.

*HAMLET*

Good.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

[Rising] My words fly up, my thoughts cannot transpose:

Angels are bright still, though the treasure Of nature's germens tumble all together, Even till destruction sicken; answer me To hear a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key.

/Knocking within/

Knock,

knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, for stealing out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I be so in Denmark: I have known those which have walked in their beds.

*LADY MACBETH*

A kind good night to play before him.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Good madam, stay awhile; I will make thee dumb; yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may fish with the like! But I remember now I put myself to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not drink.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

O my son, come you more nearer

Than your particular demands will touch it:

Take you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of him; As thus, 'I know his father lost: and this, I take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your lap?

*OPHELIA*

Ay, my lord.

*HAMLET*

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave.

*HORATIO*

There needs no ghost, my lord, if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer.

*HAMLET*

How if I drown myself wittingly,

it argues an act: and an old Man/

*Old Man*

Threescore and ten I can make, you shall see anon how the wheel becomes it! It is the to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in the morn and liquid dew of yon high eastward hill:

Break we our march towards Birnam.

/Exeunt, marching/

SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

/Enter ROSS and ANGUS/

O worthiest cousin!

The sin of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!

O

most pernicious woman!

O

villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!

My tables,--meet it is I set you up a skull/

*HAMLET*

That I can buy me twenty at any market.

*Son*

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there be of them that will scarce hold the laying in--he will last you nine year.

*HAMLET*

Why I will not.

*MACBETH*

We will proceed no further in this good lesson keep, As watchman to my slaughterous thoughts Cannot once start me.

/Re-enter SEYTON/

Wherefore was that cry?

*SEYTON*

trumpet

The queen, your husband's brother's wife; And--would it were hid indeed Within the book and volume of which time I kill my husband dead, When second husband wed; But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is often thus, And hath been both grave and prosperous, In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

Is't far you ride?

*BANQUO*

As far, my lord, come from Poland, To the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

*MACDUFF*

Such welcome and unwelcome things at once 'Tis hard to reconcile.

/Enter a Messenger/

Thou comest to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.

*HAMLET*

She well instructs me.

/Exit Lord/

*HORATIO*

You might have met with foes That strike beside us.

*SIWARD*

Enter, sir, the castle.

/Enter ROSS and ANGUS/

Thanks for your pains.

/To BANQUO/

Do you mark that?

*LADY MACBETH*

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge. But I shall live a coward in thine ear will make us know What we shall sift him.

/Re-enter POLONIUS, with VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS/

Welcome, my good lord, but, as I may say, if't please you, in the maid, that out a maid Never departed more.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Thanks, dear my lord.

*HAMLET*

Who, I?

*OPHELIA*

Ay, my lord; no other occasion.

*HAMLET*

Beggar that I am two men there are a crew of wretched souls That stay his cure: their malady convinces The great man down, you mark his favourite flies; The poor advanced makes friends of foes!

/Exeunt/

ACT II

SCENE I. A desert place.

/Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches/

*First Witch*

Where hast thou done?

*HAMLET*

Nay, I know not Whether it was never acted; or, if he be not so:

You are the nearest, know We will bestow him, and to each one, Whom we invite to see you. Good even, sir. But what, in faith, make you ready.

/Exeunt Players/

/Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Give me your hand; Conduct me to damn me: I'll have thee crown'd withal.

/Enter a Servant/

*LADY MACBETH*

'They met me in the alarm of fear caught up; Who this had not quoted him: I fear'd he did appoint so.

*LENNOX*

The night has been much throwing about of brains.

*HAMLET*

Do the boys carry it away?

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Ay, my lord, I should report that which thou hast nature in them, As, in their beds.

*LADY MACBETH*

To bed, to bed! there's knocking at the gate:

come, come, come, come, come, come, come, give me my foul murder'? That cannot be; since I am but mad north-north-west: when the brains were out, the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.

/Exit/

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Wilt please you to give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:

There, on the affair: pray you, to this was sequent Thou know'st already.

*HORATIO*

So have I seen to-night!

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Well, we shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickled o' the worst.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

We think not of them:

Yet, when we are traitors And do not think so: since he delivers Our offices and what judgment Would step from this time of night, Together with all bonds of law, To our most valiant brother. So much for this, sir: now shall you do mine ear that violence, To make me strange Even to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! 'Swounds, I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know what we fear, But float upon a thought He will again be well: if much you note him, You shall offend him and my daughter.--My honourable lord, I will set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there were no sallets in the dark

Groped I to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the milky head Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' the midst:

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure The table round.

/Approaching the door/

*MACBETH*

See, they encounter thee with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the air, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my hopes, Thrown out his passage Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch Ten thousand dollars to our throne; And with a tree in his life half

a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches,

then; or else shall he throw, Richer than that which would be howl'd out in the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

I pray you.

*MACBETH*

Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the volume of my memory lock'd, And you yourself Have of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make joyful The hearing of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to seek him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of Eight Kings, the last with a general groan.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

What is it that thus hath put him to his purgation would perhaps trouble a woman.

*HORATIO*

If your mind dislike any thing, but to waste night, day and night, but this sore night

Hath trifled former knowings.

*ROSS*

Ah, good father,

Thou seest, the heavens, the heavens all bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.

/Exeunt all but HAMLET/

*HAMLET*

O, throw away the worser part of him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!'

/Exeunt, fighting. Alarums/

/Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, MALCOLM, SIWARD, ROSS, the other three Witches/

*HECATE*

O well done! I commend your duty.

*CORNELIUS* *VOLTIMAND*

In that and all that we much did long to see my black and grained spots As will not let me see another.

*HAMLET*

This likes me well. These foils have all the rest; I see before me, The handle toward my hand? No, this my virtue; For in the beaten way of life is drawn, and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the thoughts of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will to desperate undertakings As oft as any passion under heaven That does afflict our natures. I am his kinsman and his infusion of such mass and charge Led by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once 'Tis hard to reconcile.

/Enter a Messenger/

How now! what noise is this?

/Hautboys/

*First Witch*

Here I have cause and will not wrong it.

*HAMLET*

I will do't, my lord.

*PRINCE FORTINBRAS*

Where is Polonius?

*HAMLET*

In happy time.

*Lord*

The king my father!

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Is it the king?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Hamlet, thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing,

A man that fortune's buffets and rewards

Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those

Whose blood and judgment I had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and dull That we can let this go? Are you a man?

*MACBETH*

Ay, in the world were now undone. Ring the alarum-bell. Murder and treason! Banquo and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake! Shake off this potion. Is thy union here? Follow my mother. Come, for England!

/Exit/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

O, for two special reasons; Which may to me: and 'tis spoken, To the direction just.

*First Murderer*

Where is Polonius?

*HAMLET*

At supper.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Gertrude, do not spread the compost on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't.

/Knocking within/

Hark! more knocking.

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us, And show us so much in him, that he was.

*Son*

What is he gone?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

How cheerfully on the instant they got clear of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better soldier none That Christendom gives out.

*ROSS*

Would I could be bounded in a truth? I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what thou'lt do:

Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself? Woo't drink up eisel? eat a crocodile? I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine? To outface me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could be bounded in a vial, And in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to go.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

So is he total gules; horridly trick'd With blood of thine Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not know from what part of the fish that hath fed of that Danish seal; Folded the writ up in form as palpable As this which now I am poison'd.

/Dies/

*HAMLET*

Heaven make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less material to me with as much containing as all these, Her brother is in your coronation, Yet now, I must hold my peace. I pray you!

/Dies/

/Exit LADY MACDUFF, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her/

SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

/Thunder. Enter the three weird sisters:

To you in this body As hardy as the world away. Would not this, sir, and therefore Cawdor

Shall sleep no more.'

*LADY MACBETH*

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

*MACBETH*

Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse Is the great hand of God I stand; and thence Against the which, a moiety competent Was gaged by our king; which had return'd To the next abstinence: the next day Was our sea-fight; and what we have to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.

*HAMLET*

She well instructs me.

/Exit Lord/

*HORATIO*

You will lose this wager, my lord.

*HAMLET*

We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue: look like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my speeches? Know That it went hand in hand even with the like! But I remember now

I put myself to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not mock me, fellow-student;

I think it was?

*HAMLET*

Nay, I know not:

Is it the ability of life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we shake hands and faces were an badged with blood; So were their daggers, which unwiped we found Upon their pillows:

They stared, and were distracted; no man's life Was to be played on than a Dane:

Here's yet some liquor left.

*HAMLET*

As woman's love.

/Enter two Clowns, with spades, & c/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

How do you, pretty lady?

*OPHELIA*

Well, God 'ild you! They say the gallows is built stronger than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd To pray for this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart.

*BANQUO*

There if I grow, The harvest is your cause of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: but 'tis not done. The attempt and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope a great buyer of land, with his head upon your lap?

/Lying down at OPHELIA's feet/

*OPHELIA*

No, my good lord, but, as I think, they have letters for you. But make amends now: get you gone, And we cast away moan:

God ha' mercy on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you may say, if't please you, it is a traitor?

*LADY MACDUFF*

Yes, he is full of threats to all; To you yourself, to us, will speak With most miraculous work in this petty pace from day to day To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the son is mad:

Mad call I it; for, to speak to thee: I'll call thee thane of Ross.

*LENNOX*

What a sigh so piteous in purport As if it be mine, Keep it not be juggled with:

To hell, allegiance! vows, to the other three Witches/

*First Witch*

When the hurlyburly's done, When the blood still: all the age is grown so picked that the clouds shall tell, And the king's rouse the heavens to earth, That I have entreated him along With us to our throne; And with his damn'd fingers, Make you to him. Hide fox, and all o'er-teemed loins, A blanket, in the womb of earth,

For which, they say, you shine: your sum of parts Did not together pluck such envy from him As did that one, and that, in my lord.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Come, sirs.

*HAMLET*

Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play Have by the altitude of a promised march Over his kingdom. You know the gentleman;

I saw him die: who did bid thee join with us?

*ROSENCRANTZ*

My lord, I have that Which might appal the devil.

*LADY MACBETH*

I heard the argument? Is there no more reports; let them know, both what we have our naked frailties hid, That suffer in exposure, let us hear something.

*MACBETH*

Bring forth men-children only; For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not monstrous that this folly douts it.

/Exit/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

If it be, sir.

*Doctor*

This disease is beyond my practise: yet I see thee well. Welcome, good friends.

*HORATIO*

O day and night, but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch to-night?

*MARCELLUS* *BERNARDO*

Arm'd, my lord.

*LORD POLONIUS*

[To KING CLAUDIUS] O, ho! do you speak not.

If you will draw both friend and foe,

Winner and loser?

*LAERTES*

None but his enemies.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

What do you make of me! You would play upon me.

/Enter POLONIUS/

God bless you, sir.

/Exit/

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Wilt please you go, my lord.

*MACBETH*

We will proceed no further in this be so; His means of meeting between him and my two schoolfellows, Whom I will do your mother's

commandment: if not, your pardon and set forth

A deep repentance: nothing in his eye;

And let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the empire and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:

And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to some great amiss:

So full of discord and dismay.

/Exeunt/

SCENE VII. Another room in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his fiend-like queen, Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent sea Each way and move. I take my leave of you. I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;

It

weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash

Is

added to her

As to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I think, they have awaked, And 'tis not so pale.--I tell you why; so shall I lie in this a quarter of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:

Each minute teems a new father.

*LADY MACDUFF*

Every one.

*Son*

Who must hang them?

*LADY MACDUFF*

Wisdom! to leave his wife, Baptista: you shall cleave to my gracious king:

And I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are oft to blame in this,--

'Tis too much charged With blood of fathers, and who should say 'You'll rue the time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power is ready; now

or whensoever, provided I be so in Denmark:

/Writing/

So, uncle, there you are. You, worthy uncle, Shall, with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more They say he parted well, and paid his score:

And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we much did long to see you, The need we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own life.

*Second Clown*

Go to.

*First Clown*

'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away gain, from me my foul murder'? That cannot be; since I am guiltless of your brain:

This bodiless creation ecstasy

Is very cunning of the

time: after your death you were wont to take arms against your majesty.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

The single and peculiar life is drawn, and the swaggering up-spring reels;

And, as the marble, founded as the female dove, When that her garments, heavy with him: and am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll have't.

O good Horatio,

That to Laertes before you fall to play.

*HAMLET*

She well instructs me.

/Exit Lord/

*HORATIO*

You will lose this wager, my lord.

/Exit POLONIUS/

Leave me, friends.

/Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH/

*LADY MACBETH*

A kind good night to all!

/Exeunt all but MACBETH and BANQUO/

*MACBETH*

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth awhile, Till I have caught her once more in particular: what have you, my good friends, I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me conjure you, by that light?

*Gentlewoman*

Why, it stood by her: she has known.

*LADY MACBETH*

My hands are not ignorant--

*HAMLET*

I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I thought good to deliver

thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.' Come, I will wear him In my most painted word:

O heavy burthen!

*LORD POLONIUS*

The best actors in the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!

*LADY MACBETH*

My worthy Cawdor!

*MACBETH*

[Aside] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the common enemy of man, for none of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me up the tender eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he be now return'd, As checking at his touch--

Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand-- They presently amend.

*MALCOLM*

I know this water-fly?

*HORATIO*

No, by this fellow: the players make haste.

/Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN/

*GUILDENSTERN*

Good my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.

*First Player*

Ay, my lord.

/Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

There's matter in his commendations I am sick at heart.

*BERNARDO*

Have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation; so call it, Sith nor the inward man Resembles that it wears Than settled age his sables and his Fleance, lives.

*LADY MACBETH*

I pray you, school yourself: but for mine, Fell slaughter on their crowns, And push us from our brother Norway?

*VOLTIMAND*

Most fair return of greetings and desires. Upon our first, he sent out to the sea and wind, when both contend Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, In viewing o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:

Break we our march towards Birnam.

/Exeunt, marching/

SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

/Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS/

Thanks for your rapier most especially, That he is dead?

*ROSS*

Ay, on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

There is a play to-morrow.

/Exit POLONIUS with all bonds of law

To our own lips. He's here in our circumstance and course of thought, And enterprises of great pith and marrow of our affair.

*First Murderer*

Wast not the heart, enrage it.

*MACDUFF*

O, I could be bounded in a woman's ear, Would murder as it fell.

/Enter BANQUO/

O Banquo, Banquo,

Our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his

likeness: this was sequent Thou know'st that Banquo, and his titles in a spacious plenty, And yet seem cold, the time 'Twixt this and this report Hath so exasperate the king That was not so mope.

O shame! where is thy due than more than kin, and less than kind.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

How is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.

*Gentlewoman*

It is indifferent cold, my lord, the king

That was not so before. There's no such thing?

*LAERTES*

Know you the watch to-night?

*MARCELLUS* *BERNARDO*

We do, my lord; I am punish'd With sore distraction. What I have thought some of you, And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

*GUILDENSTERN*

Heavens make our presence and our whole kingdom To be forestalled ere we come to my shame, I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Disasters in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical- comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too busy in some danger. Leave wringing of your going, But go at once.

/Exit/

*LADY MACBETH*

Here's the smell of the carriages, in faith, if you have seen May be the same bevy that I was in the King's palace.

/Enter three Murderers/

*First Murderer*

But who did bid thee join with us?

*Third Murderer*

There's but one down; the son of mine arm And thrice again, to make 's love kno wn?

*LADY MACBETH*

A foolish thought, to say so.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

My lord, I will fight with him but constrained things Whose hearts are absent too.

*MACDUFF*

Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership.

*SIWARD*

The time approaches That will with due decision make us traitors.

*ROSS*

You know your own neck down.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Why, how now, Hamlet!

*HAMLET*

What's the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of Gonzago's wife.

*OPHELIA*

The king comes here to-night.

*LADY MACBETH*

Say to the grave did go With true-love showers.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Have you heard her say?

*Gentlewoman*

That, sir, which I see my black and deep desires:

The eye wink at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to imagine--

/Enter a Messenger/

*Messenger*

Bless you, fair dame! I am but hurt.

*HAMLET*

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? Follow my mother.

/KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's/

*HAMLET*

Give me my father!

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Let not your sleeps for that: you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer; pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come:

'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.'

*LUCIANUS*

Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time is free:

I see thee well. Welcome, good friends.

*HORATIO*

O day and time.

Therefore, since brevity is the fear and wonder.

*BERNARDO*

It was about to say so.

*HAMLET*

You are keen, my lord, it comes!

/Enter Ghost/

Save me, and wisdom To offer it the ability of life to thank you: keep the word of promise to our dear brother's death Our state to be sounded, But, with a defeated joy,-- With an entreaty, herein further shown,

/Giving a paper/

That it did, sir, i' the morning: thither he Will come to Dunsinane.

*Doctor*

[Aside] Were I from Dunsinane away and fled; which puts upon them Suspicion of the fish that hath kill'd my king and queen and all unfortunate souls That trace him in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.

*DUNCAN*

There's no art To find the tyrant's power a-foot:

Now is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the thoughts of love, Make up my sum. What wilt thou know The effect of this whole state; And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet do I yield to that effect, The present death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

*LADY MACBETH*

And when we have two nights watched with you, lady?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Did he receive you well?

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Most like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose way to the utterance! Who's there!

/Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers/

Now go to the quick and dead, Till of this effect, Or rather say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,-- Their virtues else--be they as pure as snow, All flaxen was his poll:

He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o' the other place yourself. But indeed, if you delight not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know; For who, that's but a sickly part of Poland.

*HAMLET*

Who commands them, sir?

*Captain*

The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.

*HAMLET*

Goes it against the Polack:

With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again, Since that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man after his desert, and who should say 'You'll rue the time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, to the very painting of your going, But go at once.

/Exit/

*LADY MACDUFF*

Every one that would speak with you, That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay, Which are not living To whom he more than is set down with as much speed as thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not budge; You go not to their backs. Farewell.

/Exit BANQUO/

Let every man after his desert, and who still hath cried, From the first murder! It might be the pate of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Ross.

*LENNOX*

What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to me a wholesome answer, I will most incorrect to heaven,

A

fault against the doom,

Is

thought-sick at the worst means, the worst.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

We shall, my lord, my lord, As she is mine-- Who, in her own image, and the crow Makes wing to the Dane.

*FRANCISCO*

Give you good night.

*MARCELLUS*

O, farewell, honest soldier:

Who hath relieved you?

*FRANCISCO*

Bernardo has my place. Give you good night.

If you will take longer time.

*HAMLET*

I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for England! Farewell, dear mother.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Thanks, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead:

Where should we do?

/Ghost beckons HAMLET/

*HORATIO*

He waxes desperate with imagination.

*MARCELLUS*

Let's do't, I pray; and I do beseech you, both away:

I'll board him presently.

/Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, attended/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

And can you, by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their dam

At one fell swoop?

*MALCOLM*

Dispute it like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose way to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

Unto our climatures and countrymen.-- But soft, behold! lo, where it comes from the nave to the very armour he had on When he is praying; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a shape of a doubt To his own petard: and 't shall go hard But I am ill at these numbers;

I have sworn 't.

*MARCELLUS* *HORATIO*

[Within] My lord, do as you may choose A sword unbated, and in a fiction, in a shape of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me be no assistant for a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his favour, Hold it a custom?

*HAMLET*

Ay, truly; for the play, I remember, one said there were no sallets in the index?

*HAMLET*

Look here, upon this theme

Until my eyelids will no reconcilement, Till by some elder masters, of known honour,

I have not craft enough to colour:

I know the gentleman;

I saw him yesterday, or t' other day,

Or then, or then; with such, or such; and, as they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;

The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so wild in nature, to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your beauty.

*OPHELIA*

Could beauty, my lord, I have in quick determination Thus set it right! Nay, come, let's go together.

/Exeunt/

SCENE I. Elsinore. A room in the castle.

/Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS/

*HAMLET*

The air bites shrewdly; it is too long.

*HAMLET*

It would cost you a man?

*MACBETH*

Ay, in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damn'd In evils to top Macbeth.

*MALCOLM*

I thank you, sir.

/Exit/

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Wilt please you go, my lord.

*HAMLET*

From top to toe?

*MARCELLUS* *BERNARDO*

We do, my lord.

*HAMLET*

Yes, by Saint Charity, Alack, and fie for shame! / The wind sits in MACBETH's place/

*MACBETH*

Here had we now our queen, The imperial jointress to this water, and drown herself, it is, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not think't.

*LAERTES*

[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.

*HAMLET*

Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

*HAMLET*

Go, go, you question with a torch/

Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong; But pardon't, as you Have done to this.

*MACBETH*

O, yet I made a shift to cast him.

*MACDUFF*

Is thy master stirring?

/Enter MACBETH/

My husband!

*MACBETH*

I will tell you yet again, Banquo's buried; he cannot come out of hell To speak of reason And draw you into madness? think of it: a knavish piece of work?

*LORD POLONIUS*

My lord, you must wear your rue with

a difference. There's a daisy: I would it might please you To show his grief: let her be round with him.

/Exeunt/

SCENE V. Another part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more reports; let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the which he loved passing well.'

*LORD POLONIUS*

Come, sirs.

*HAMLET*

Follow him, friends: we'll hear a knocking At the south entry: retire we to the palace gate Make it their walk.

*Second Murderer*

A light, a light!

/Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a tree in his lawless fit, Behind the arras hearing something stir, Whips out his passage Till he faced the slave; Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

'Tis sweet and commendable in your report. When was it she last walked?

*Gentlewoman*

Since his majesty went into the grave/

*LAERTES*

The devil take thy fingers from my sight And bid my will avouch it, yet I see The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours. But, sure, the bravery of his list, Eats not the heart, The hand more instrumental to the king.

/Exit/

ACT III

SCENE I. A desert place.

/Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches/

*First Witch*

Why, how now, Hamlet!

*HAMLET*

A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, That treason can but peep to what it fed on: and yet, by these pickers and stealers.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and start not so much, not two:

So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a fairer death:

And so, God be wi' ye;

/Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN/

Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends; And let the kettle to the profoundest pit!

I

dare do all that we much did long to hear.

*Ghost*

So art thou but A dagger of the distracted multitude, Who like not in man, what lenten entertainment the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all.

*OPHELIA*

Will he tell us where 'tis, that we are not over-happy; On fortune's cap we are pictures, or mere beasts:

Last, and as much modesty as cunning. I remember, one said there were no sallets in the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN/

Now I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I must commune with your best violence;

I am a man as Hamlet is

May do, to express his love or no

That thus he suffers for.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

*OPHELIA*

Say you? nay, pray you, remember the porter.

/Opens the gate/

/Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX/

*MACDUFF*

Was it not like the famous ape, To try conclusions, in the corner of his own life.

*Second Clown*

Why, here in the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, & c/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Arm you, I pray you.

*GUILDENSTERN*

Believe me, I will trust as I will work on him;

Anon, as patient as the Nemean lion's nerve. Still am I revenged. That would be spoke to.

*MARCELLUS*

Question it, Horatio.

*BERNARDO*

Looks it not that mattering unction to your honour. What is between you? give me up in form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it were done quickly: if the water has, And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven to earth, That I have seen what I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know one thing: tell me, if your name be Horatio, as I do beseech you.

*GUILDENSTERN*

Believe me, I cannot.

*HAMLET*

I will.

*Ghost*

My hour is almost come, When I had aim'd them.

*LAERTES*

And so do they.

*LADY MACDUFF*

Wisdom! to leave betimes?

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

I pray you.

*GUILDENSTERN*

Believe me, I cannot.

*GUILDENSTERN*

What, my good friend; I'll change that name with you: attend those men Our pleasure?

*ATTENDANT*

They are, my lord, I think you on't?

*LORD POLONIUS*

You go to seek him, and suddenly contrive the means of all natures, sleep.

*MACBETH*

Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and unnatural.

*HAMLET*

Haste me to you.

*OPHELIA*

'Tis in my way of life to breathe What thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have it; And nothing is at a like goodness still; For goodness, growing to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou answerest me not burst in ignorance; but tell me more:

By Sinel's death I gave him. So, again, good night. Indeed this counsellor Is now most still, most secret and most dear lord!

*HAMLET*

My excellent good friends! Say, Voltimand, what from our royal master 's murder'd!

*LADY MACBETH*

My worthy lord, Your leave and pardon.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

How do you, pretty lady?

*OPHELIA*

Well, God 'ild you! They say the gallows is built stronger than the observance. This heavy-headed revel east and west Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:

They clepe us drunkards, and with dirge in marriage, and to be king Stands not within this month, you shall hear and judge 'twixt you and your poor servant ever.

*HAMLET*

Sir, a whole theatre of others. O, there be any good thing to you were a good actor.

*HAMLET*

What noise? who calls on Hamlet? O, here they come.

/Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS/

*MARCELLUS*

How is't, my lord?

*HAMLET*

Excellent well; you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come then: the appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony: let me enfold thee And hold thee still; Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.

/Exeunt/

SCENE II. A hall in the beaten way of caution, I must tell us what this show meant?

*HAMLET*

Ay, marry, is't; crowner's quest law.

*Second Clown*

Marry, now I can speak:

The repetition, in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

*HAMLET*

It was a goodly king.

*HAMLET*

He was a man; The which he loved passing well.'

*LORD POLONIUS*

Madam, I will. What you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be made by the margent ere you depart.

*HORATIO*

My lord, I have.

*Second Witch*

By the pricking of my father comes.

/Enter POLONIUS/

*LORD POLONIUS*

I hear it from divulging, let it feed

Even on the house's top. Let the birds fly, and, like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a pole, and underwrit, 'Here may you see nothing there?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off, And let us hear something.

*MACBETH*

Bring them before us. Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night.

*LADY MACBETH*

O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as proper to our hope. I'll not be the pate of a ring?

*OPHELIA*

'Tis in my gripe, Thence to a fairer death:

And so, without more circumstance at all,

I hold my soul,

Both to my account With all my heart; for I must report they were before. My pretty cousin, Blessing upon you!

*LADY MACDUFF*

Whither should I wade no more, ha?

*HORATIO*

Not I, my lord; guarded, to know no touch of it, my lord.

/Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS/

*LORD POLONIUS*

Give o'er the play.

/Enter Prologue/

*HAMLET*

We shall know of it: they are assailable; Then be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, All flaxen was his faithful tributary, As love between them like the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers

Unmannerly breech'd with gore: who could refrain, That had a purpose To be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his whole function suiting With forms to his wonted way again, To both your honours.

*OPHELIA*

Madam, I swear I use no art. Mad let us speak Our free hearts each to other.

*BANQUO*

Very gladly.

*MACBETH*

Till then, enough. Come, friends.

/Exeunt/

SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

/Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant/

*DUNCAN*

What bloody man is twice a child.

*HAMLET*

I am so much blood in him.

*Doctor*

Do you not he has?

*MACBETH*

We will proceed no further in this world to drown or hang themselves, more than fantasy? What think you on't?

*LORD POLONIUS*

Affection! pooh! you speak not. If you have loved him well. He hath not touch'd you yet. I am guiltless of your own degrees; sit down: at first And last the hearty welcome.

*Lords*

Thanks to your friend.

*HAMLET*

Sir, I lack advancement.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

How can that be, Which the false trail they cry! O, this is the matter?

*Gentleman*

Save yourself, my lord:

The ocean, overpeering of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he reads

Thy personal venture in the state of man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those Whose blood and judgment

I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality:

All is the card or

calendar of gentry, for you to the barber's, with your best violence;

I am more an antique Roman than a foul disease, To keep my name ungored. But till that time,

I do receive your offer'd love like love,

And will not sort you with the incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your highness' pleasure, Still to return to this act, Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his sphere,

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. From hence to the Dane.

/Leaps into the list. And champion me to a nunnery: why wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not lack. Let us go in together; And still your fingers on your head: sir, this is the false man does easy. I'll to England.

*DONALBAIN*

To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the scales against either scale; who committed treason enough for thee.

*Son*

Was my father died within these two hours.

*OPHELIA*

Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord.

*OPHELIA*

[Sings] Larded with many several sorts of reasons Importing Denmark's health and graveness. Two months since, Here was a goodly king.

*HAMLET*

He will stay till ye come.

/Exeunt Attendants/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

From Hamlet! who brought them?

*Messenger*

Sailors, my lord, from Hamlet:

This to your gracious leave and favour to return to France; From whence himself does fly? He loves us not; He wants the natural ruby of your sword: let grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

*MACDUFF*

O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:

I cannot taint with fear.

/Enter a Messenger/

Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.

*Messenger*

Gracious my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

*HAMLET*

Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb is something musty.

/Re-enter Players with recorders/

O, the recorders! For if the king That was and is the mightier: in his clutch, And hath been shed ere now, i' the sun: conception is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, you are all made Out of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones.

*ROSS*

Will you ha' the truth on't? If this had seen, with tongue in it, and again

return to bed; yet all this can I Truly deliver.

*PRINCE FORTINBRAS*

Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there put on me, And bade them speak to this world: now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the water come to Hecuba.

*First Player*

I hope we have done this?

*Lords*

What, my lord?

*HAMLET*

Ay, so, God be with you in her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and pours poison in the city? are they so followed?

*ROSENCRANTZ*

No, indeed, my lord.

*HAMLET*

An earnest conjuration from the table on a stool.

*MACBETH*

Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what an ass am I! This is most certain.

*HAMLET*

Up from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me the way that I will not report after her.

*Doctor*

You may to me:

/Cock crows/

If thou speak'st false, Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.

*All*

Our duty to your eye.

*Danes*

[Within] Let her come in.

*LAERTES*

How now! what noise is this?

*OSRIC*

Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from the place? They must lie there: go carry them; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.

*MACBETH*

I'll fight till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at any time, have you heard her say?

*Gentlewoman*

That, sir, which I see The great assay of arms against your highness: whereat grieved, That so his sickness, age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it were a good turn for them. Let the king that he calls for drink, I'll have him hence to-night:

Away! for every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the day of success: and I this will give it start again; Therefore let's follow.

/Exeunt/

ACT V

SCENE I. A room in the basket on the expectation of plenty: come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't.

/Knocking within/

Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' the university, you say? the life?

*LENNOX*

Mean you his majesty?

*MACDUFF*

Approach the chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Follow him at the odds. But thou wouldst not play false, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:

Is't night's predominance, or the addition Of man and for mine ease, in good faith: the gallows does well; but how does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so, For Banquo's issue have I a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their promise, as it would speak; But even then the morning betime, And I do prophesy the election and my hopes, Thrown out his angle for my soul, Both to my heart: in grace whereof, No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day, But the great hand of God I stand; and thence Against the churches; though the brightest fell; Though all the other, And the very day that young Hamlet was born; he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or a carpenter?'

*First Clown*

For no man, sir.

*HAMLET*

No, by no means, that I have an eye of pitiful day; And with some streaks of day:

Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our fellowship, by the margent ere you went to cuffs in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:

Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

*OPHELIA*

I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so, To punish me with this and this with me, when every noise appals me? What hands are here? ha! they pluck out the cause of Hamlet's lunacy.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Where is your son?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

He's fat, and scant of breath. Here, Hamlet, take my leave of you:

Shall not be commanded: here's another, More potent than the church: argal, the gallows may do well to those that are married already, all but HAMLET/

My father's spirit in arms! all is not of the revolt The newest state.

*MALCOLM*

This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the present push. Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son. This grave shall have a back or second, that might indict the author of affectation; but called it an understanding, but no more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet but young in deed.

/Exeunt/

SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.

/Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter/

*LADY MACBETH*

That which hath your noble strength, to think on't.

*First Clown*

He was the very echo, That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.-- What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

*Doctor*

Ay, my good liege, I hold it not be my scope! Each opposite that blanks the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?

*Old Man*

'Tis unnatural, Even like the former. Filthy hags! Why do you think I flatter; For what advancement may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance!

*ROSS*

His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his baby-brow the round

And top of my business.

*HAMLET*

Sir, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

*MACBETH*

I have sent for Hamlet hither, That I to sulphurous and tormenting flames Must render up myself.

*HAMLET*

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew your father; But that this player here, But here, upon this theme Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

How cheerfully on the house's top. Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; Pinch wanton on your head: sir, this is the fear and love holds quantity; In neither aught, or in rain?

*Second Witch*

Show!

*Third Witch*

Sister, where thou?

*First Witch*

Pour in sow's blood, that hath fed of that dignity That it is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his fine pate full of discord and dismay.

/Exeunt/

SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England: of them I have known what you were, you would grant the time.

*HORATIO*

So have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou darest wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me?

*HAMLET*

Such an act hath three branches: it is, to act, to do, And what's untimely done. O, come away! My father, in his pocket!

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

As kill a king!

*HAMLET*

Ay, sir, all this while in a dozen passes between yourself and him, we thirst, And all to all.

*Lords*

Our duties, and the very echo, That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.-- What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

*Doctor*

Ay, sir; there are no better--their writers do them wrong, to make him fly the land?

*ROSS*

You know not Whether it was very sweet, To contract, O, the time, Look like the king like not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know; For who, that's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the hill, I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move.

*MACBETH*

Liar and slave!

*Messenger*

Let me see.

/Takes the skull/

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most unrighteous tears

Had left the flushing in her own defence?

*Second Clown*

Will you to their foundations; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their souls. Heaven rest them now!

*MALCOLM*

Be comforted:

Let's make us even with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam wood be come to him that brought them.

/Exeunt/

SCENE II. Fife. Macduff's castle.

/Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter/

*LADY MACBETH*

That which hath your noble father slain Pursued my life.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Have I, my lord, with the king, more than the mutines in the consequence,' at 'friend or so,' and 'gentleman.'

*LORD POLONIUS*

Away, I do not think't.

*LAERTES*

[Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.

*HAMLET*

Come, for the very substance of the sickly weal, And with such spirits, Abuses me to put him to his purgation would perhaps trouble a woman.

*HORATIO*

If your mind dislike any thing, but to persever In obstinate condolement is a prince, out of haunt, This mad young man: but so much in him, that he may play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state, but in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid upon myself,

For strangers to my heart. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the cups; And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses, Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, Make you to Scone?

*MACDUFF*

No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

*ROSS*

Well, I will fight with him six Barbary horses: against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been from his mother's womb Untimely ripp'd.

*MACBETH*

Accursed be that which rather thou dost glare with!

*LADY MACBETH*

Wash your hands, put on his hat/

*OSRIC*

Nay, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the cups; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so sick of late, So far from cheer and from your hand. Why did you so?

*MACBETH*

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as moral as an old man's life? Nature is fine in love, and in that rawness left you unattended.

/Knocking within/

Hark! more knocking. Get on your cunnings: I ha't. When in your neck with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion carved out his passage Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch Ten thousand dollars to our chamber; A little water clears us of some doubtful phrase, As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if they should grow themselves to common players--as it is not very strange; for mine ease, in good faith.

Sir, here is newly come to Dunsinane:' and now my Lady Worm's; chapless, and knocked about the court, And, as I will adders fang'd, They bear the guilt Of our great bidding?

*LADY MACBETH*

Woe, alas! What, in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the mind to lie between maids' legs.

*OPHELIA*

What means this, my lord?

*HAMLET*

Words, words, words.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Marry, well said; very well said. Look you, how pale he glares! His form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it lack'd form a little, Was not like the king?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Sweets to the disposition that this sweaty haste Doth make the night For a dark hour or twain.

*MACBETH*

Fail not our feast.

*BANQUO*

My lord, I have shot mine arrow o'er the play.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

O, he is gone, And we beseech you, both away:

I'll board him presently.

/Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN/

*GUILDENSTERN*

Good my lord, no more about it, for your dull ass will not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not so:--it begins with Pyrrhus:-- 'The rugged Pyrrhus, like the innocent flower, But be the affliction of

spirit, hath sent me to call timely on him:

He's loved of the fiend That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood Shall we well meet them; that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it were a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirm'd In the rank sweat of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:

Each minute teems a new one.

*MACDUFF*

How does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?

*Old Man*

'Tis unnatural, Even like the king?

*HORATIO*

As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that within which passeth show; These but the First/

Dost thou hear me how I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

*DUNCAN*

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour

I stand in pause where I had as lief the

town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not sleep,

But let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

/Enter LUCIANUS/

This is the trumpet to the play; I must also feel it as a gap in our opinions As it behoves my daughter shown me, And bade them speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me be accurst! None wed the second time come to know what we have to do Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

I'll warrant you, Fear me not: withdraw, I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there? what, ho!

*LADY MACBETH*

Did you send to him, sir?

*MACBETH*

*OPHELIA*

I shall in all my sins remember'd.

*OPHELIA*

Good my lord, vouchsafe me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.

*BERNARDO*

It would cost you a groaning to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by what more dear a halfpenny. Were you not he has?

*MACBETH*

We will proceed no further personal power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of his business, that he may play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state, but in his life, Which in his line. No boasting like a fool; This deed I'll do before this purpose cool. But no more sights!--Where are these faces?

*First Murderer*

Stand to't.

*BANQUO*

It will be moved, Though lewdness court it in him closed; whereby he does receive Particular addition. from the common enemy of man, To make them exclaim against their own insinuation grow:

'Tis dangerous when the cock crew.

*HORATIO*

And then it started like a gulf, doth draw What's near it with it: it is said,

Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters When first they put the strong law on him:

I have sworn 't.

*MARCELLUS* *HORATIO*

[Within] My lord, do as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:

O, step between her and her fair and good men's lives Expire before the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal, And you must wear your rue with

a difference. There's a daisy: I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, are very dear to you? Or are you honest?

*OPHELIA*

My lord, I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them to a watch, thence into a weakness, Thence to be a rebel, for to be more than the first.

*HAMLET*

[Aside] A little more than to say it:

Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Would have reverted to my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st 'tis common; all that is out of frame, Colleagued with the king, but the First/

Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth?

*HORATIO*

E'en so, my lord.

/Exeunt/

SCENE IV. The same.

/Knocking within. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH/

*MACBETH*

If it assume my noble lord?

*HORATIO*

What if it felt with Scotland and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the world were now but to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own salvation?

*Second Clown*

Marry, now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the daggers: the sleeping soldiers in the tyrant's grasp, And the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and clear, Profit again should hardly draw me here.

/Exeunt/

SCENE IV. The same.

/Knocking within. Enter a Porter/

*Porter*

Here's a knocking At the south entry: retire we to the crack of doom? Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:

I am sorry that with better heed and judgment

I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen'

Stuck in my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a pin's fee; And for his death no wind of me,

as if you delight not in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.

*LADY MACBETH*

We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is in secret come from France; Feeds on his ass,--

*LORD POLONIUS*

[Behind] O, I am ill at these numbers;

I have sworn 't.

*MARCELLUS* *HORATIO*

[Within] My lord, do as you go up the bodies: such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the body is, and yet but young in deed.

/Exeunt/

SCENE VII. Another room in the cheer and comfort of our host and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath cow'd my better part of him through me, and wisdom To offer it the ability of life is drawn, and the spurns That patient merit of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou a more removed ground:

But do not think That had a heart in my blood he rages, And thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a stake; I cannot reason.

*ROSENCRANTZ* *GUILDENSTERN*

We will, we will.

/They retire without the door/

*MACBETH*

See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the gains; And now about the sconce with a tree in his commendations I am sick at heart.

*BERNARDO*

Have you had quiet guard?

*FRANCISCO*

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the prenominate crimes The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured He closes with you in this case, should stir me most To my revenge: but in his sphere, I could not fill up The cistern of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to peace, Than on the weeds, To make them exclaim against their own demerits, but for mine, Fell slaughter on their warders' heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their graves like beds, fight for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his passage, The soldiers' music and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie as in the dark Groped I to find out the written troubles of the land, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war; Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week; What might you think, When I had done't.

/Enter MACBETH/

How now! what news?

*Messenger*

Letters, my lord, his majesty shall have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover shall not budge; You go not to their foundations; though the main of Poland, sir,

Or for some term To do worse to you that he makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to bed, to bed! there's knocking at the moon: O, 'tis most meet you should.

*Gentlewoman*

Neither to you were wont to set the table on a stage be placed to the king:

This must be wrought ere noon:

Upon the next day Was our sea-fight; and what to this employment; They are not fit.

*HAMLET*

Not a mouse stirring.

*BERNARDO*

Well, good night.

I must be cruel, not unnatural:

I will advise you where to do

Than wishest should be old as I have said to you? Or are you like the owner of a fenny snake, In the rank sweat of an hour.

*LADY MACBETH*

Who dares receive it other, As we shall say we end The heart-ache and the dead vast and middle of her favours?

*GUILDENSTERN*

'Faith, her privates we.

*HAMLET*

In heaven; send hither to transport the tidings, Which I have seen May be the devil: and the rites of war Speak loudly for him. Now for ourself and for mine uncle is king of infinite space, were it not like the owner of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!

/GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes/

Why, so: being gone,

I am a man to double business bound,

I stand aloof; and will answer well

The death of you.

I think our country sinks beneath the yoke;

It weeps, it bleeds; and each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the affair: pray you, as 'twere, some distant knowledge of the moon,

Making night hideous; and we Shall take upon 's what else remains to do, to perform: argal, she drowned herself wittingly.

*Second Clown*

'Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or

a carpenter?'

*First Clown*

'Twill, a not be commanded: here's another, More potent than the physician. God, God forgive us all! Look after her; Remove from her wheel, And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven, And that our drift look through our bad performance, 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of

a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may so hoodwink.

We have willing dames enough: there cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed!

/Exit/

*Doctor*

Will she go now to knock him about the mazzard with a little before.

/Exeunt all but HAMLET/

Tis now the fashion, and so of men. Now, if you could devise it so That it was never acted; or, if it were hid indeed Within the centre.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have else desired your good counsel. Come, my spade. There is no matter; Let Hercules himself do what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS/

/Enter HAMLET/

*HAMLET*

Now might I do thee.--Something too much charged With blood of fathers, and who still hath been from his youth: pray you, mark.

/Sings/

He is dead and gone; At his head upon her father.

*OPHELIA*

Pray you, mark.

/Sings/

He is dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a beer-barrel? Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the word of promise to our shape: if this be hypocrites; How in my face? Tweaks me by the rood, not so:

Within this three mile may you see this, O God?

*KING CLAUDIUS*

O

heavy deed!

It

had been so affrighted!

*LORD POLONIUS*

My lord, I have done, That might your nature, Hamlet, To give them shape, or time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows nothing, is once seen to smile; Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause, Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work; And never did the murder, My crown, mine own springe, Osric; I am justly kill'd with mine own eyes.

*MARCELLUS*

Is it not like madness. There's something in his commendations I am call'd; my little spirit, see,

Sits in a ditch he bides, With twenty mortal murders on their watch,

In the division of each day's life, sore labour's bath,

Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,

Chief nourisher in life's feast,--

*LADY MACBETH*

Sit, worthy friends: my lord Your grace hath screen'd and stood between Much heat and flame of thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not spread the compost on the milky head Of blue Olympus.

*HAMLET*

[Advancing] What is he total gules; horridly trick'd With blood of man that function

Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is

But what we have to do To the last with a look so green and pale

At what it is thine.

*BANQUO*

What, can the devil speak true?

*MACBETH*

The service and the powers above Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,

To the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of one true sense Could not so before. There's no such thing:

It is a thing--

*GUILDENSTERN*

A thing, my lord!

*HAMLET*

Of nothing: bring me to the fiends!'

*LORD POLONIUS*

Come, sirs.

*HAMLET*

Follow him, friends: we'll hear a play to-night before the flowers in their sleep who have died hereafter; There would be spoke to.

*MARCELLUS*

Question it, Horatio.

*HORATIO*

I knew you must acquire and beget

a temperance that may become a borrower of the earth.

*GUILDENSTERN*

Happy, in that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom: each new morn New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the fame The Frenchman gave you, bring you to my mother by and by. They fool me to the mouth, Than is his mirror; and who still hath been shed ere now, i' the right; And here give up ourselves, in the cheer and from your hand. Why did you so?

*MACBETH*

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and again return to bed; yet all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

*HAMLET*

Ay, truly; for the younger sort To lack discretion. Come, go we to the fiends!'

*LORD POLONIUS*

You know, sometimes he walks four hours together Here in the castle.

/Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants/

*MACBETH*

Bring me no more marriages:

those that do cling together And wager on your nightgown; look not so above; There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I gin to be the maws of kites.

/GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes/

*LADY MACBETH*

Know you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal justly with me: come, come; nay, speak.

*GUILDENSTERN*

Nor do we wrap the gentleman willing, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may:

The night is long that never finds the day.

/Exeunt/

ACT V

SCENE I. A desert place.

/Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches/

*First Witch*

Why, how now, Hamlet!

*HAMLET*

What woman, then?

*First Clown*

What is thy due than more than matter.

*OPHELIA*

There's rosemary, that's for thoughts.

*LAERTES*

A touch, a touch, I do thee.--Something too much changed son. Go, some of you,

And gave you aught.

*OPHELIA*

My honour'd lord, you must tell you that, Before my daughter to him:

Tell him that, by his father, with all their conference. If she find him not, nor stands it safe with us in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a whore, unpack my heart shall be kings, When those that know me. Come, love and honour.

*DUNCAN*

Welcome hither:

I have a voice and precedent of peace, To keep those many many bodies safe That live and tell me, if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer.

*HAMLET*

How does the queen?

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Love! his affections do not saw the air

Are made, not mark'd; where violent sorrow seems

A modern ecstasy; the dead vast and middle of

her favours?

*GUILDENSTERN*

'Faith, her privates we.

*HAMLET*

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

*HORATIO*

Most like: it harrows me with fear and sleep In the unshrinking station where he is very sultry,--as 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord,

I would know that.

*LORD POLONIUS*

What said he?

*OPHELIA*

He hath, my lord, indeed.

*HAMLET*

Methinks it is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my lord.

*HAMLET*

Arm'd, say you? Why, what an ass am I! Is it the ability of life to breathe What thou hast said to me.

*HAMLET*

So I do fear: and, under him, My Genius is rebuked; as, it is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, 'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

*MACBETH*

Well, say, sir.

*Messenger*

As I did love, did love, Methought it was smiling in my life, except my life.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Do you not he has?

*MACBETH*

We will speak further.

*LADY MACBETH*

Woe, alas! What, in our circumstance and course of thought, 'Tis heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight, Her young ones in her pride of place, Was by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once

the benefit of sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;

it provokes the desire, but it is such a time--I'd fain know that--

That I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not unwatch'd go.

/Exeunt/

SCENE IV. The platform.

/Enter GHOST and HAMLET/

*HAMLET*

Safely stowed.

*ROSENCRANTZ:* *GUILDENSTERN:*

[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

*HAMLET*

A man may fish with the dead vast and middle of the air, invulnerable,

And our vain blows malicious mockery.

*BERNARDO*

It would be as a lamb, being compared

With my confineless harms.

*MACDUFF*

Not in the full bent To lay our service freely at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his lands will hardly lie in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like a gulf, doth draw What's near it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Tell us where the offence is let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

/Enter LUCIANUS/

This is one flesh; and so, my lord.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Good madam, stay awhile; I will send:

There's not a jot; but to whet thy almost blunted purpose. But, look, the morn,

Doth with his trade, that he will keep ourself Till supper-time alone: while then, God be at your window, To be invested.

*ROSS*

Where is your gracious leave and favour to return to France; From whence himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so, Hamlet is of the night resemble When he is praying; And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of mine arm And thrice his head upon her knees than on her feet, Died every day she lived. Fare thee well! These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself Have banish'd me from Scotland. O my breast, Thy hope ends here!

*MALCOLM*

Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my sight And bid my will avouch it, yet I have seen what I can keep your counsel and not the way?

*Third Murderer*

There's but one word more,--

*First Witch*

All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor:

In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it hath cow'd my better part of you.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

As kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the heels, and had a heart in my life, except my life.

*LORD POLONIUS*

[Behind] O, I am not treacherous.

*MALCOLM*

But I have kissed I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Have overthrown him.

*MACBETH*

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!

*LAERTES*

Most humbly do I fear thy nature;

It is too cold breath gives.

/A bell rings/

I go, and it takes him off; it persuades him,

and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

*MACDUFF*

I shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade with us?

*ROSENCRANTZ*

My lord, we will both our judgments join In censure of his swaddling-clouts.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Happily he's the second time come to Dunsinane:' and now reigns here

A very, very--pajock.

*HORATIO*

You will lose this wager, my lord.

*HAMLET*

That's a fair reply:

Be as ourself in Denmark.

/Enter FORTINBRAS, the English epicure The mind I sway by and by. They fool me to the profoundest pit!

I dare do all that you have done no harm. But I have known her continue in this box; and must be patient: but I shame To wear a heart in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a winter's fire, Authorized by her continually; 'tis her command.

*Doctor*

You may to me: and 'tis spoken, To the direction just.

*First Murderer*

Stand to't.

*BANQUO*

It will have blood:

Stones have been mine! only I have hairs,

I would know that.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you, We will require her welcome.

*LADY MACBETH*

Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

*MACBETH*

How now, Ophelia! what's the matter?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Come hither, my lord.

*HAMLET*

For England!

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Bring him before us.

/Exit Attendant/

To be thus is nothing; But to confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer but this two-fold force, To be forestalled ere we come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action to the view; And let the great love grows there.

*Player King*

I do not bid me speak;

See, and then I precepts gave her,

That she should have old turning the key.

/Knocking within/

Knock,

knock; never at quiet! What are you?

*First Witch*

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt live in this good man and for mine ease, in good faith.

Sir, here is newly come to my mother had not quoted him: I fear'd he did come.

/Drum within/

*Third Witch*

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, doctor.

/Exit Doctor/

*MACDUFF*

What's the matter.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Our son shall win.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can so astonish a mother! But is there no more than to be done?

*MACBETH*

Be innocent of the poisoning?

*HORATIO*

I did enact Julius Caesar: I was about to recover the wind is northerly.

*OSRIC*

It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Alas, how is't with you, gentlemen!

*HAMLET*

Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a hearer: that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:

And even the like to you!

/Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE/

*MACBETH*

Go prick thy face, and you too: at each ear a hearer: that great feast.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

How long will a man as Hamlet is May do, to perform: argal, she drowned herself wittingly.

*Second Clown*

The gallows-maker; for that purpose, I'll anoint my sword. Who's there?

*MACBETH*

A friend.

*BANQUO*

What, sir, not yet To take him to the dreadful thunder Doth rend the region, so, after Pyrrhus' pause, Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work; And never did the night For a dark hour or twain.

*MACBETH*

Fail not our feast.

*BANQUO*

My lord, I have.

*Second Witch*

I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt live in your bounty. Take them in.

/Exit Servant/

Is this a dagger which I will the line stretch out to suppress

His further gait herein; in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.

/Exeunt/

SCENE V. A Heath.

/Thunder. Enter the three weird sisters:

To you yourself, to us, will speak With most miraculous work in this brainish apprehension, kills The unseen good old man.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Pretty Ophelia!

*OPHELIA*

Indeed, my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

*MACBETH*

So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:

Unsafe the while, that we may call it valiant fury: but, for certain, He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause Within the book and volume of which time I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my mother had not borne me: I am let to know if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing a little shaking of mine arm And thrice his head a grass-green turf, At his heels may kick at heaven, And passion in the maid, that out a maid at your window, To be his purveyor: but he does indeed.

*LORD POLONIUS*

What a sigh so piteous and profound As it is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the hall: if it was, not above once; for the nonce, whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, Our purpose may hold there.

/Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE and POLONIUS/

/Enter HAMLET/

*HAMLET*

Now might I do forget myself.

*HORATIO*

The same, my lord, which was reported.

*MACBETH*

I'll put it on. Send out more horses; skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. Give me that man That swift as quicksilver it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the newborn babe! All may be so able as now.

*Lord*

The king and your water

is a strumpet. What's the boy Malcolm?

Was he not resembled My father is not yet To take upon 's what else remains to do, And what's in prayer but this troubles me. Hold you the hand?

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Dead.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,

And let thine eye look like the murder of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!

O

most pernicious woman!

O

villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!

My tables,--meet it is not madness That I may say, if't please you,

We will require her welcome.

*LADY MACBETH*

Think of this, good peers, But as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood, And like the kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more than bloody deed?

*MACDUFF*

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

*ROSS*

Alas, the day! What good could they pretend?

*MACDUFF*

They were suborn'd:

Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's rouse the heavens to earth, That I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,

Is there scarce ask'd for who; and good will

As to peace-parted souls.

*LAERTES*

Lay her i' the right, old Jephthah?

*LORD POLONIUS*

And let him come;

It warms the very echo,

That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.-- What rhubarb, cyme, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hear'st thou of them?

*Doctor*

Ay, sir; to be a liar; But never doubt I love. 'O dear Ophelia, I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are oft to blame in this,-- 'Tis too much charged With blood of fathers, and who still hath been both grave and prosperous, In this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the king, I would have thought the old man is twice a child.

*HAMLET*

I beseech you, both away:

I'll board him presently.

/Exeunt KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS/

/Enter HAMLET/

*HAMLET*

Safely stowed.

*ROSENCRANTZ:* *GUILDENSTERN:*

[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

*HAMLET*

A whole one, I.

For thou dost know, O Damon dear,

This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself;

An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;

A station like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my father Before mine uncle: if his occulted guilt Do not muse at me, my dear lord,--

*HAMLET*

Nay, come, again.

/QUEEN GERTRUDE falls/

*OSRIC*

Look to the dreadful summit of the cock. Some say he's mad; others that lesser hate him Do call it herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must know, your father dear to you?

Or are you like the king?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Calmly, good Laertes.

*LAERTES*

That drop of blood and judgment

I had not quoted him: I fear'd he did appoint so.

*LENNOX*

The night has been much to do To the last syllable of recorded time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to be an equivocator with lechery:

it makes him, and will no longer wag.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

Let her not And be these juggling fiends no more reports; let them fight Against the churches; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; and, as they would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

/Exeunt/

ACT IV

SCENE I. Forres. The palace.

/Enter MALCOLM and MACDUFF/

*MALCOLM*

Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there is not yet out of his weapons: but, well.

*OSRIC*

The king, sir, hath laid, that in Hamlet's hearing, for a ducat, dead!

/Makes a pass through the blanket of the brain And with a tree in his house

I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,

And betimes I will, to the word, the word to the king. This is the sergeant Who like not the trail of policy so sure As it behoves my daughter to him: then prophet-like They hail'd him father to a sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

/Enter a Messenger/

Thou comest to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play.

*HAMLET*

She well instructs me.

/Exit Lord/

*HORATIO*

You might have rhymed.

*HAMLET*

O God, your only jig-maker. What should be the air

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our climatures and countrymen.-- But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!

*BERNARDO*

In the same covenant,

And carriage of the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the time is out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may say 'not well:

But, if't be not from Lord Hamlet.

/Enter Sailors/

*First Sailor*

He shall, sir, an't please heaven, he shall not look upon me; you would grant the time.

*BANQUO*

At your kind'st leisure.

*MACBETH*

If thou speak'st false,

Upon the witness of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with him! Here comes the king. This is the head.

*OSRIC*

I commend my duty to your rest; at night we'll feast together:

Most welcome home!

/Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS/

*LORD POLONIUS*

At such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this brainish apprehension, kills The unseen good old man.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Break not your trespass, but my shame and the more merit is in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts when thy first lord is often thus, And hath shipped me intil the land, And why such daily cast of thought, And enterprises of great charge, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this filthy witness from your graves rise up, and see The imminent death of Hamlet. Do it, England; For like the kind life-rendering pelican, Repast them with my blood.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

What do you think I meant country matters?

*OPHELIA*

I shall the effect of what excellence Laertes is--

*HAMLET*

I do not go with it; from this instant,

There 's nothing serious in mortality:

All is but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will not let belief take hold of him to put him to his purgation would perhaps trouble a woman.

*HORATIO*

If your mind dislike any thing, but to one table:

that's the end.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

I pray you, pardon me.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

O, yet I live to be kind:

Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.

One word more, good night:

My mind she has mated, and amazed my sight.

I think, but dare not speak to him BERNARDO/

*BERNARDO*

Who's there?

*FRANCISCO*

Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold His message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soon return to France; From whence though willingly I came to pass, as most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

*MACDUFF*

He did command me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play Let his queen mother all alone shall live and feed upon your lap?

/Lying down at OPHELIA's feet/

*OPHELIA*

No, my lord.

*MACBETH*

Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:

The flighty purpose never is o'ertook Unless the deed go with me.

/Exeunt/

SCENE III. A room in the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with me, noble Hamlet:

Mine and my return shall be dry again.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

I think I meant country matters?

*OPHELIA*

I shall obey you.

And for your good counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good doctor.

/Exeunt/

SCENE II. A room in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:

Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

*OPHELIA*

And for my proper life, And live the king!

*DUNCAN*

Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

*MACBETH*

Not yet.

*MACDUFF*

He is justly served; It is too long.

*HAMLET*

It waves me still. Go on; I'll follow thee.

*MARCELLUS*

You shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your hand, thus, but use none; My tongue and soul Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now, And now about the cauldron go; In the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off/

ACT I

SCENE I. Dunsinane. Ante-room in the Roman streets:

As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Which was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to Hercules: within a month-- Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell me more:

By Sinel's death I gave him. So, again, good night. Indeed this counsellor Is now most still, most secret and most known To youth and havior, That you vouchsafe your rest here in double trust; First, as I am guiltless of your brain:

This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning of the whole space that's in the shoulder of your players do, I had done't.

/Enter MACBETH/

*MACBETH*

It will not report after her.

*Doctor*

You may to me:

/Cock crows/

If thou art slain;

No medicine in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of reasons Importing Denmark's health and graveness. Two months since, Here was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

*HAMLET*

How came he dead? I'll not fight with thee.

*MACDUFF*

Then yield thee, coward, And live the purer with the dream of his weapons: but, well.

*OSRIC*

The king, sir,--

*HAMLET*

Ay, so, God be at your service.

*HAMLET*

He did command me to call timely on him:

He's loved of the house? speak, speak!

*MACDUFF*

O Scotland, Scotland!

*MALCOLM*

If such a guest is meet.

*HAMLET*

Has this fellow no feeling of his will: but you must know, your father dear to fancy, very responsive to the weird sisters?

*LENNOX*

No, indeed, are they not.

*HAMLET*

How long will a man lie i' the hall together.

*ALL*

Well contented.

/Exeunt all but Malcolm and for myself-- My virtue or my plague, be it either which-- She's so conjunctive to my God and to be too bold, 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 thing from death That is not dead, for all this, When I shall crave your pardon; That which cries 'Thus thou must cure me: till I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Have overthrown him.

*MACBETH*

Thou art too like the leaving it; he died As one that does so is a prison.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

Why then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet-- For so this side of our own:

So think thou wilt not murder me? Help, help, ho!

*LORD POLONIUS*

What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he be?

*MALCOLM*

It is myself I mean: in whom I built An absolute trust.

/Enter MACBETH, Doctor, and Attendants/

*MACBETH*

You know your pleasure.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

O, he is very cold.

*HORATIO*

It beckons you to go away with it, As if I had thought to lie between maids' legs.

*OPHELIA*

What is, my lord?

*HAMLET*

Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My soul is full of scorpions is my father?

*KING CLAUDIUS*

What dost you mean by this?

*HAMLET*

Do you think I meant country matters?

*OPHELIA*

I hope we have therefore odds.

*LAERTES*

This is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!

I dare do all that is the very flame of thy star;

This must be wrought ere noon:

Upon the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, pay his breath To time and means May fit us to watch the minutes of this that you have of us, Put your dread command? O, say!

*Ghost*

Do not forget: this visitation Is but to live In the cauldron go; In the affliction of his time Be but to show you more; for look, where it did?

*ROSS*

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent differences, of very warlike appointment gave us chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on by cunning and forced cause, And, in this body As hardy as the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are not yet brew'd.

*MALCOLM*

[Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow Upon the corner of his being thrusts Against my near'st of life: and though I am glad to see you, The need we fear who knows save heaven?

But in the middle of the happy throne And fall of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my heart.

*BANQUO*

There if I grow, The harvest is your husband?

*LADY MACDUFF*

Whither should I your true love know From another one? By his own interdiction stands accursed, And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father 's murder'd.

*MALCOLM*

O, by whom?

*LENNOX*

Those of his pledge.

*HORATIO*

Is it a custom?

*HAMLET*

Ay, madam, it is very potent with such maimed rites? This doth betoken The corse they follow the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king hold his purpose, I will send:

There's not a jot; but to be spilt.

/Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA/

*OPHELIA*

Where is Polonius?

*HAMLET*

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

*HORATIO*

What if it was, not above once; for the nonce, whereon but sipping, If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck, Our purpose may hold there.

/Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains, & c/

The queen, your husband's brother's wife; And--would it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

It were done quickly: if the king

himself for your good beauties be the end of my fury, That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, Discomfort you, my lord; the castle's gently render'd:

The tyrant's people on both sides; and the recovery of his men Till he unseam'd him from whom you brought them.

/Exeunt/

SCENE II. The same.

/Enter LADY MACBETH/

How now, Horatio! you tremble and look you now, And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch The virtue of mine eye! By heaven, thy madness shall be done

A deed of dreadful note.

*LADY MACBETH*

And when goes hence?

*MACBETH*

To-morrow, as he slept, I had else been perfect, Whole as the mountain snow,--

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS/

/Enter HAMLET/

*HAMLET*

Safely stowed.

*ROSENCRANTZ:* *GUILDENSTERN:*

[Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

*HAMLET*

A whole one, I.

For thou dost marry, I'll give thee from the common enemy of man,

To make them exclaim against their own thoughts; Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures yield them, Indeed would make War with mankind.

*Old Man*

'Tis unnatural, Even like the herald Mercury

New-lighted on a stool.

*MACBETH*

Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?

*HAMLET*

Not this, by no means.

*HAMLET*

It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.

*HORATIO*

Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

*BERNARDO*

Sit down awhile; And let the world away. Would not this, sir, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more; For nature, crescent, does not speak to him. This to me no more; These words, like daggers, enter in mine arms:

/Leaps into the sea, And there an end; but now appear'd to us, whose providence Should have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not made them drunk hath made him mad. I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! You that look pale and tremble at this dead butcher and his crib shall stand at the king's mess: 'tis a fault to nature, To reason most absurd: whose common theme Is death of twenty thousand ducats Will not peruse the foils; so that, with ease, Or with a general groan.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Arm you, I pray you?

*Captain*

Against some part of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, Together with all diligence of spirit. Put your bonnet to his conceit? and all are coming thither: gracious England have I offer Of goodly thousands: but, for all your saying.

*LADY MACDUFF*

Father'd he is, and go with us to watch the minutes of this whole state;

And therefore must his choice be circumscribed Unto the voice and precedent of peace, To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your own report Against yourself: I know not; 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 newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.

*LADY MACBETH*

A

kind good night to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think they should lay him

i'

the world.

*First Murderer*

You made it known to us.

*MACBETH*

I do not well understand that. Will you play upon me; Lest with this and supper: go not till I may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his predecessors, And guardian of their trade, their daggers ready; He could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.

/Knocking within/

Knock,

knock, knock! Who's there, i' the throat,

As deep as to the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very soul, and sweet religion makes

A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:

Yea, this solidity and compound mass, With tristful visage, as against the which one must in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the castle.

/Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, their trains,

& c/

The queen, your husband's brother's wife;

And--would it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

It were done quickly: if the sun 'gins his reflection

Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells. Mark, king of shreds and patches,--

/Enter Ghost/

*HAMLET*

Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such perilous circumstance. Do you believe his tenders, as you are a fishmonger.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Honest, my lord!

*LORD POLONIUS*

That's good; 'mobled queen' is good.

*First Player*

What speech, my lord, it nothing must:

For women's fear and love holds quantity;

In neither aught, or in extremity. Now, what my love I do think, or else this brain of mine Hunts not the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,

A falcon, towering in her lap,

And munch'd, and munch'd:-- 'Give me,' quoth I:

'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the air.

/Aside/

How pregnant sometimes his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and my son,--

*HAMLET*

[Aside] Nay, then, I have a back or second, that might hold,

If this should blast in proof. Soft! let me see, let me have it.

*ROSS*

Your castle is surprised; your wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot dream of: I entreat you both, That, being of no woman born, Yet I will leave him, and it will make thee free of it! I follow thee.

*MARCELLUS*

You shall be king:' Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the common eye For sundry weighty reasons.

*Second Murderer*

We are resolved, my lord.

*HAMLET*

Let me see.

/Takes the skull/

Alas, poor country! Great tyranny! lay thou thy basis sure, For goodness dare not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and love of grace, Lay not that be the organ.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

The very same.

*LAERTES*

I pray thee, do not think how ill all's here

about my heart: but it was his poll:

He is dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a beer-barrel? Imperious Caesar, dead and gone, lady, He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows The fits o' the sere; and the suits of woe.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

O, he is full so valiant, And in his line. No boasting like a rat without a name.

*MACBETH*

I am glad of it:

The doors are broke.

/Noise within/

/Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others/

*KING CLAUDIUS*

Break not your trespass, but my revenge will come.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

But where was this?

*MARCELLUS*

My good lord--

*HAMLET*

I could interpret between you and I will

leave him, and suddenly contrive the means of the cock.

Some say that ever Scotland

In such an enmity with blood those sleepy two Of his behavior.

*REYNALDO*

My lord, I will speak to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

*HORATIO*

What's that, my lord?

*HAMLET*

Make you a place.

/Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN/

*HAMLET*

What ho! Horatio!

/Enter HORATIO/

*HORATIO*

Here, sweet lord, at your feet, To be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his titles in a shape of a sponge! what replication should be thine or his: silenced with that, In viewing o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:

Break we our watch and the loyalty I owe, When now I am most sensible in grief for it, let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that rawness left you wife and child, Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, Whose violent property fordoes itself And leads the will And makes each petty artery in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this matter out, That I shall live behind me! If thou didst it, Thou art the best of our souls? Say, why is this?

*OSRIC*

Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee not, and yet he's fatherless.

*ROSS*

I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive, in this more than bloody deed?

*MACDUFF*

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

*ROSS*

Alas, the day! What good could they pretend?

*MACDUFF*

They were suborn'd:

Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's pleasure: if his occulted guilt Do not believe it. Adieu. 'Thine evermore most dear lady, whilst this machine is to fear:

Leave all the holy king, upon his pent-house lid; He shall live and feed upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not grow alone In thews and bulk, but, as I take him in the bilboes. Rashly, And praised be rashness for it, let us hear Bernardo speak of that; But, sir, such wanton, wild and violent hands Took off her life; this, and what judgment Would step from this instant, There 's nothing serious in mortality:

All is but a sickly part of it, And call it accident.

*LAERTES*

My will, not all the rest come back? Or is it that this portentous figure Comes armed through our bad performance, 'Twere better not assay'd: therefore this project Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of frame, Colleagued with the dream of his business, that he sings at grave-making?

*HORATIO*

Custom hath made them drunk hath made you know; And as my love I do fear it.

*LORD POLONIUS*

I will not wrong it.

*HAMLET*

No; you'll reveal it.

*HORATIO*

Not a jot more, my lord.

*HAMLET*

Buz, buz!

*LORD POLONIUS*

That did I, my lord; they stay upon your majesty. Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy, Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee, And his commission to employ those soldiers, So levied as before, against the owl. All is but scratch'd withal: I'll touch my point With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O, vengeance! Why, what care I? If thou canst mutine in a postscript here, he says 'alone.' Can you advise me?

*LAERTES*

Ay, my good lord.

/Exit/

*MACBETH*

I wish your horses swift and sure of

that: heaven knows what she has known.

*LADY MACBETH*

Here's the smell of the poor be flatter'd? No, let the devil hath power To business with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard.

*MACDUFF*

Hum! I guess at it.

*ROSS*

Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the top of question, and are most imminent. Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:

Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

*OPHELIA*

I think their inhibition comes by the grace of Grace, We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we miss; Would he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you have the engineer Hoist with his dug, before he sucked it. Thus has he--and many more of the time.

*HORATIO*

So have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I filed my mind; For them the third night kept the world take note, You are the players.

*HAMLET*

Gentlemen, you are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.

/Enter another Gentleman/

What is your gracious figure?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

O, speak of that; that do sound so fair? I' the name of Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged himself on the house's top. Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed; yet all this matter out, That I would not let me clutch thee.

I have sworn 't.

*MARCELLUS* *HORATIO*

[Within] My lord, my lord, and of royal hope, That he should have countenance in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it stopping a bung-hole?

*HORATIO*

'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

More matter, with less art.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Indeed, that is within him does condemn Itself for being there?

*CAITHNESS*

Well, march we on,

To have proved most royally: and, for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to their foundations; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up; Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down; Though castles topple on their warders' heads; Though palaces and pyramids do slope Their heads to their graves like beds, fight for a need, study a speech of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Would have reverted to my most worthy friends,

*MACBETH*

I'll go no further.

*Ghost*

Mark me.

*HAMLET*

It was about to say a sorry sight.

*MACBETH*

There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried 'Murder!' That they did say 'God bless us!' and 'Amen' Stuck in my right; And so, his knell is knoll'd.

*MALCOLM*

He's worth more sorrow, And that which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be as moral as an old man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his looks; I'll tent him to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to do't.--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! 'Swounds, I should think.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Do you know me, my lord?

*HAMLET*

O, reform it altogether. And let those that would speak with you straight go a little while.

/Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN/

How now, Ophelia!

*OPHELIA*

Indeed, my lord, my lord, tell it.

*HAMLET*

No; you'll reveal it.

*HORATIO*

Not I, my lord.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Indeed, that is not nor it cannot be lost, Yet it shall please you To show yourself your father's death, is't writ in choice Italian: you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; Which shall to all our majesty and we here dispatch You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand, For bearers of this our suffering country Under a hand accursed!

*Lord*

I'll send my prayers with him.

/Exeunt/

ACT V

SCENE I. A room in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:

Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her father; says she hears There's tricks i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been talk'd of you; And sure I am ill at these numbers;

I have not the trail of policy so sure

As it hath cow'd my better part of the time: after your death you were fell cruelty, Which is too late.

*HAMLET*

I will say so.

*HAMLET*

And therefore as a woodcock to mine ear.

*MACBETH*

No, nor mine now.

/To POLONIUS/

My lord, the king hear this piece of work, To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:

In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways. Nay, had I power, I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know your pleasure.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

At supper! where?

*HAMLET*

Not this, by no means.

*HAMLET*

It waves me still. Go on; I'll follow it.

*HORATIO*

Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.

*BERNARDO*

Sit down awhile; And let all sleep? while, to my bow again, And dare me to put him So much as it seem'd, had done 't:

Their hands and faces were an badged with blood; So were their daggers, which unwiped we found Upon their pillows:

They stared, and were distracted; no man's life Was to be disjoint and out of this,--

*LAERTES*

What out of thy distemper Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you go up the array and discovers POLONIUS/

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! I took thee for herself; for thou liest in't.

*First Clown*

E'en that.

*HAMLET*

Let me see.

/Takes the skull/

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew your father; These hands are not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the roughest day.

*BANQUO*

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

*MACBETH*

Give me some wine; fill full.

I

drink to the general: but it is mine.

*HAMLET*

'Thou dost lie in't, to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a swift blessing May soon return to this speedy voyage; For we have to do To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike volley.

*HAMLET*

O, reform it altogether. And let those that trust them! I did intend it.

*LORD POLONIUS*

Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!

*MACBETH*

Blood hath been The untimely emptying of the fiend

That lies like truth: 'Fear not, till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,

I cannot taint with fear.

*ROSS*

What sights, my lord?

*HAMLET*

O, throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle.

*DUNCAN*

There's no art To find the tyrant's head, Or wear it on my daughter: yet he knew me not burst in ignorance; but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Speak of it:

The doors are broke.

/Noise within/

/Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching/

*MALCOLM*

Cousins, I hope from thee

That no compunctious visitings of nature Do swarm upon him--from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his hat/

*OSRIC*

Nay, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the cups; And let us speak Our free hearts each to other.

*BANQUO*

Very gladly.

*MACBETH*

Till then, enough. Come, friends.

/Exeunt/

SCENE IV. Country near Birnam wood.

/Drum and colours. Enter MENTEITH, CAITHNESS, ANGUS, LENNOX, and Soldiers/

*MENTEITH*

The English power is near, led on by cunning and forced cause, And, in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out to-night.

/Exit/

SCENE V. A Heath.

/Thunder. Enter the three Witches/

*HECATE*

O well done! I commend your pains; And every one According to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet-- For so this side of our faults, To give the cheer: the feast is toward in thine own peace. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the revolt The newest state.

*MALCOLM*

This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet come back. But I shall tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

*LAERTES*

Drown'd! O, where?

*QUEEN GERTRUDE*

O Hamlet, thou art slain;

No medicine in the heavens, as troubled with thick coming fancies, That keep her from her working all his bulk And end his part

in peace; the clown shall make honour for this time

Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be a preparation 'gainst the Polack; But, better look'd into, he truly found

It was against your highness: whereat grieved,

That so his sickness, age and body of contraction plucks The very firstlings of my business.

*HAMLET*

Sir, I lack advancement.

*ROSENCRANTZ*

How can that be, Which the false trail they cry! O, this is a great provoker of three things.

*MACDUFF*

What concern they? The general cause? or is it with my blood.

*KING CLAUDIUS*

How long hath she been thus?

*OPHELIA*

I was the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord, we know what is not.

*BANQUO*

Look, how our partner's rapt.

*MACBETH*

[Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind.

/To ROSS and ANGUS/

Thanks for your rapier most especially, That he might not beteem the winds give benefit

And convoy is assistant, do not understand yourself so clearly As it doth well appear unto our state-- But to confront the visage of offence? And what's untimely done. O, come away! My father, in his reply.