Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, As Vulcan's stithy.2 Give him heedful note: Hor. Well, my lord: If he steal aught, the whilst this play is playing, Ham. They are coming to the play; I must be Get you a place. King. How fares our cousin Hamlet? Ham. Excellent, i'faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat the air, promise-crammed: You cannot feed capons so. King. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet;|| these words are not mine. Ham. No, nor mine now. My lord,-you played once in the university, you say? [To Polonius. Pol. That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. Ham. And what did you enact? Pol. I did enact Julius Cæsar: I was killed i'the Capitol; Brutus killed me. Ham. It was a brute part of him, to kill so capital a calf there.-Be the players ready? Ros. Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. Pol. O ho! do you mark that? [To the King. Oph. No, my lord. Ham. Do you think, I meant country matters? Ham. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Oph. What is, my lord? Ham. Nothing. Oph. You are merry, my lord. Oph. Ay, my lord. your only jig-maker. What should a (1) Secret. (2) Shop: stithy is a smith's shop. VOL. II. man do, but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. Oph. Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. Ham. So long? Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, 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 suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse; whose epitaph is, For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. Trumpets sound. The dumb show follows. Enter a King and a Queen, very lovingly; the Queen embracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her neck: lays him down upon a bank of flowers; she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his crown, kisses it, and pours poison in the King's ears, and exit. The Queen returns; finds the King dead, and makes passionate action. The poisoner, with some two or three Mutes, comes in again, seeming to lament with her. The dead body is carried away. The poisoner woos the Queen with gifts; she seems loath and unwilling awhile, but, in the end, accepts his love. [Exeunt. Oph. What means this, my lord? Ham. Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Oph. Belike, this show imports the argument of the play. Enter Prologue. Ham. We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot keep counsel; they'll tell all. Oph. Will he tell us what this show meant? Ham. Ay, or any show that you'll show him: Be not you ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. Oph. You are naught, you are naught; I'll mark the play. Pro. For us, and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, Ham. As woman's love. Enter a King and a Queen. P. King. Full thirty times hath Phoebus' carts Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus"9 orbed ground; P. Queen. So many journeys may the sun and moon Make us again count o'er, ere love be done! (7) Short. (8) Car, chariot. (9) The earth's. (11) Magnitude, proportion. 3 Y speak: But, what we do determine, oft we break. Of violent birth, but poor validity: Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; For who not needs, shall never lack a friend; But, orderly to end where I begun,— Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: P. Queen. Nor earth to give me food, nor heaven light! Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! [To Oph. P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave ine here a while; My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile Ham. O, but she'll keep her word. King. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't? Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i'the world. King. What do you call the play? Ham. The Mouse-trap.6 Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: But what of that? your majesty, and we that have free souls, it touches us not: Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.— Enter Lucianus. This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. Ham. It would cost you a groaning, to take of my edge. Oph. Still better, and worse. Ham. So you mistake your husbands.—Begin, murderer;-leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come ;-The croaking raven Doth bellow for revenge. Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; [Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears. Ham. He poisons him i'the garden for his estate. His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and written in very choice Italian: You shall see anon, how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. Oph. The king rises. Ham. What! frighted with false fire? Pol. Give o'er the play. King. Give me some light:-away! [Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio. Ham. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play: For some must watch, while some must sleep; Thus runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers (if the For thou dost know, O Damon dear, Of Jove himself; and now reigns here Hor. You might have rhymed. Ham. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand pound. Didst perceive? Hor. Very well, my lord. Ham. Upon the talk of poisoning, Hor. I did very well note him. Ham. Ah, ha!-Come, some music; come, the recorders. 13 For if the king like not the comedy, tages,4 with your fingers and thumb, give it breath Why then, belike,―he likes it not, perdy.with your mouth, and it will discourse most elo Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Come, some music. Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. Ham. Sir, a whole history. Guil. The king, sir, Ham. Ay, sir, what of him? quent music. Look you, these are the stops. Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and Guil. Is, in his retirement, marvellous distem- there is much music, excellent voice, in this little pered. Ham. With drink, sir? Guil. No, my lord, with choler. Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, to signify this to the doctor; for, for me to put him to his purgation, would, perhaps, plunge him into more choler. Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Ham. I am tame, sir :-pronounce, ' Guil. The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you. Ham. You are welcome. Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right breed. If it shall please you to make me a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's commandment if not, your pardon, and my return, shall be the end of my business. Ham. Sir, I cannot. Guil. What, my lord? Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: But, sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the matter: My mother, you say, Ros. Then thus she says; Your behaviour hath struck her into amazement and admiration. Ham. O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!--But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? impart. Ros. She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you go to bed. Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any further trade? with us? Ros. My lord, you once did love me. Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. Ham. Sir, I lack advancement. Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice of the king himself for your succession in Denmark? Ham. Ay, sir, but, While the grass grows,-the|| proverb is something musty.. Enter the Players, with recorders. O, the recorders :-let me see one.-To withdraw with you:-Why do you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toil? Guil. O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly. Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe? Guil. My lord, I cannot. Guil. Believe me, I cannot. Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. (1) Par Dieu. (2) Business. (3) Hands. organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Enter Polonius. Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day I will speak daggers to her, but use none; I King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, We will ourselves provide: Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, (7) Authority to put them in execution. Each small annexment, petty consequence, With all his crimes broad-blown, as flush as May; For we will fetters put upon this fear, Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet: Behind the arras! I'll convey myself, To hear the process; I'll warrant, she'll tax him home : And, as you said, and wisely was it said, Thanks, dear my lord. Or pardon'd, being down? Then I'll look up; Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe; No. Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid heat :* Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven; King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain be low: tongue. Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. What's the matter now? Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. Queen. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me? [Retires and kneels. Help, help, ho! Enter Hamlet. Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying; Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge. (1) Tapestry. (2) Caught as with bird-lime. (3) Should be considered. (4) Only. Pol. [Behind.] What, ho! help! Ham. How now! a rat? [Draws. Dead, for a ducat, dead. [Hamlet makes a pass through the arras. Pol. [Behind.] O, I am slain. [Falls, and dies. Nay, I know not Queen. O me, what hast thou done? Ham. Is it the king? [Lifts up the arras, and draws forth Polonius. Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! As kill a king, and marry with his brother. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, O, Hamlet, speak no more: Ay, lady, 'twas my word.-Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! And there I see such black and grained spots, [To Polonius. As will not leave their tinct.12 Ham. I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, If damned custom have not braz'd it so, In noise so rude against me? Ham. A rhapsody of words: Heaven's face doth glow: Queen. Where every god did seem to set his seal, Nay, but to live Queen. Ham. A murderer, and a villain : Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, Ghost. Do not forget: This visitation Ham. How is it with you, lady? This was your husband.—Look you now, what fol- And with the incorporal air do hold discourse? lows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, ment Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have, sense Is apoplex'd: for madness would not err; To serve in such a difference. What devil was't, O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; he glares! His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, No, nothing, but ourselves. Queen. My father, in his habit as he liv'd? Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! [Exit Ghost. (8) Frenzy.is, (10) Without. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain: (11) Be so stupid. (12) Colour. (13) Greasy. (17) Intelligent. (18) Actions. (19) Perhaps. |