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[Enter King and Queen, with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
King
There’s matter in these sighs; these profound heaves
You must tra nslate;’tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
Queen Bestow this place on us a little while.
[Rosencrantz and Guildenstern exit.]
Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen tonight!
King What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
Queen
Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier.In his lawless fit,
Behind the arras hearing something stir,
Whips out his rapier, cries “A rat, a rat,”
And in this brainish apprehension kills
The unseen good old man.
King
O heavy deed!
It had been so with us, had we been there.
His liberty is full of threats to all—
To you yourself, to us, to everyone.
Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answered?
It will be laid to us, whose providence
Should have kept short, restrained, and out of haunt
This mad young man.But so much was our love,
We would not understand what was most fit,
But, like the owner of a foul disease,
To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Even on the pith of life.Where is he gone?
Queen
To draw apart the body he hath killed,
O’er whom his very madness, like some ore
Among a mineral of metals base,
Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done.
King
O Gertrude, come away!
The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch
But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed
We must with all our majesty and skill
Both countenance and excuse.—Ho, Guildenstern!
[Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
King
Friends both, go join you with some further aid.
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
And from his mother’s closet hath he dragged him.
Go seek him out, speak fair, and bring the body
Into the chapel.I pray you, haste in this.
[Rosencrantz and Guildenstern exit.]
Come, Gertrude, we’ll call up our wisest friends
And let them know both what we mean to do
And what’s untimely done.
Whose whisper o’er the world’s diametre,
As level as the cannon to his blank
Transports his poisoned shot, may miss our name
And hit the woundless air.O, come away!
My soul is full of discord and dismay.
[They exit.]
[Enter Hamlet.
Hamlet Safely stowed.
Gentleman [within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
Hamlet
What noise? Who calls on Hamlet?
O, here they come.
[Enter Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others.
Rosencrantz
What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
Hamlet Compounded it with dust, whereto’tis kin.
Rosencrantz
Tell us where’tis, that we may take it thence
And bear it to the chapel.
Hamlet Do not believe it.
Rosencrantz Believe what?
Hamlet
That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
Besides, to be demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son of a king?
Rosencrantz Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
Hamlet
Ay, sir, that soaks up the King’s countenance, his rewards, his authorities.But such officers do the King best service in the end.He keeps them like an apple in the corner of his jaw, first mouthed, to be last swallowed.When he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.
Rosencrantz I understand you not, my lord.
Hamlet
I am glad of it.A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
Rosencrantz
My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to the King.
Hamlet
The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.The King is a thing—
Guildenstern A thing? my lord?
Hamlet
Of nothing.Bring me to him.Hide fox, and all after!
[They exit.]
[Enter King and two or three.
King
I have sent to seek him and to find the body.
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him.
He’s loved of the distracted multitude,
Who like not in their judgement, but their eyes;
And, where’tis so, th’offender’s scourge is weighed,
But never the offence.To bear all smooth and even,
This sudden sending him away must seem
Deliberate pause.Diseases desperate grown
By desperate appliance are relieved
Or not at all.
[Enter Rosencrantz.
How now, what hath befallen?
Rosencrantz
Where the dead body is bestowed, my lord,
We cannot get from him.
King But where is he?
Rosencrantz
Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
King Bring him before us.
Rosencrantz Ho! Bring in my lord.
[They enter with Hamlet.
King Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
Hamlet At supper.
King At supper where?
Hamlet
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten.A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him.Your worm is your only emperor for diet.We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes but to one table.That’s the end.
King Alas, alas!
Hamlet
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
King What dost thou mean by this?
Hamlet
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
King Where is Polonius?
Hamlet
In Heaven.Send thither to see.If your messenger find him not there, seek him i’th’other place yourself.But if, indeed, you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
King [to Attendants] Go, seek him there.
Hamlet He will stay till you come.
[Attendants exit.]
King
Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done, must send thee hence
With fiery quickness.Therefore prepare thyself.
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
Th’associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
Hamlet For England?
King Ay, Hamlet.
Hamlet Good.
King So is it, if thou knew’st our purposes.
Hamlet
I see a cherub that sees them.But come, for England.
Farewell, dear mother.
King Thy loving father, Hamlet.
Hamlet
My mother.Father and mother is man and wife, man and wife is one flesh, and so, my mother.—Come, for England.
[He exits.]
King
Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard.
Delay it not.I’ll have him hence tonight.
Away, for everything is sealed and done
That else leans on th’affair.Pray you, make haste.
[All but the King exit.]
And England, if my love thou hold’st at aught
As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
Pays homage to us, thou mayst not coldly set
Our sovereign process, which imports at full,
By letters conjuring to that effect,
The present death of Hamlet.Do it, England,
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me.Till I know’tis done,
Howe’er my haps, my joys will ne’er begun.
[He exits.]
[Enter Fortinbras with his army over the stage.
Fortinbras
Go, Captain, from me greet the Danish king.
Tell him that by his licence Fortinbras
Craves the conveyance of a promised march
Over his kingdom.You know the rendezvous.
If that His Majesty would aught with us,
We shall express our duty in his eye;
And let him know so.
Captain I will do’t, my lord.
Fortinbras Go softly on.
[All but the Captain exit.]
[Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and others.
Hamlet Good sir, whose powers are these?
Captain They are of Norway, sir.
Hamlet How purposed, sir, I pray you?
Captain Against some part of Poland.
Hamlet Who commands them, sir?
Captain The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.
Hamlet
Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
Or for some frontier?
Captain
Truly to speak, and with no addition,
We go to gain a little patch of ground
That hath in it no profit but the name.
To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
Hamlet Why, then, the Polack never will defend it.
Captain Yes, it is already garrisoned.
Hamlet
Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
Will not debate the question of this straw.
This is th’impostume of much wealth and peace,
That inward breaks and shows no cause without
Why the man dies.—I humbly thank you, sir.
Captain God be wi’you, sir.
[He exits.]
Rosencrantz Will’t please you go, my lord?
Hamlet I’ll be with you straight.Go a little before.
[All but Hamlet exit.]
How all occasions do inform against me
And spur my dull revenge.What is a man
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused.Now whether it be
Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th’event
A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say “This thing’s to do,”
Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
To do’t.Examples gross as Earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge,
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
Even for an eggshell.Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour’s at the stake.How stand I, then,
That have a father killed, a mother stained,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth
My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth!
[He exits.]
[Enter Queen, Horatio, and a Gentleman.
Queen I will not speak with her.
Gentleman
She is importunate,
Indeed distract; her mood will needs be pitied.
Queen What would she have?
Gentleman
She speaks much of her father, says she hears
There’s tricks i’th’world, and hems, and beats her heart,
Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt
That carry but half sense.Her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshapèd use of it doth move
The hearers to collection.They aim at it
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
Horatio
’Twere good she were spoken with, for she may strew
Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
Queen Let her come in.
[Gentleman exits.]
[aside] To my sick soul as sin’s true nature is,
Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss.
So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
[Enter Ophelia distracted.
Ophelia Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
Queen How now, Ophelia?
Ophelia [sings]
How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoon.
Queen Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
Ophelia
Say you? Nay, pray you, mark.
[sings] He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf,
At his heels a stone.
Queen Nay, but Ophelia—
Ophelia
Pray you, mark.
[sings] White his shroud as the mountain snow—
[Enter King.
Queen Alas, look here, my lord.
Ophelia [sings]
Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the ground did not go
With true-love showers.
King How do you, pretty lady?
Ophelia
Well, God dild you.They say the owl was a baker’s daughter.Lord, we know what we are but know not what we may be.God be at your table.
King Conceit upon her father.
Ophelia
Pray let’s have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this:
[sings] Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose and donned his clothes
And dupped the chamber door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
King Pretty Ophelia—
Ophelia
Indeed, without an oath, I’ll make an end on’t:
[sings] By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack and fie for shame,
Young men will do’t, if they come to’t;
By Cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she “Before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
“So would I’a done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.”
King How long hath she been thus?
Ophelia
I hope all will be well.We must be patient, but I cannot choose but weep to think they would lay him i’th’cold ground.My brother shall know of it.And so I thank you for your good counsel.Come, my coach!Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
[She exits.]
King
Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
[Horatio exits.]
O, this is the poison of deep grief.It springs
All from her father’s death, and now behold!
O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick, and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius’death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father’s death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.O, my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death.
[A noise within.]
Queen Alack, what noise is this?
King
Attend!
Where is my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
[Enter a Messenger.
What is the matter?
Messenger
Save yourself, my lord.
The ocean, overpeering of his list,
Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
O’erbears your officers.The rabble call him “lord,”
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The ratifiers and props of every word,
They cry “Choose we, Laertes shall be king!”
Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
“Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!”
[A noise within.]
Queen
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry.
O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
[Enter Laertes with others.
King The doors are broke.
Laertes Where is this king?—Sirs, stand you all without.
All No, let’s come in!
Laertes I pray you, give me leave.
All We will, we will.
[Followers exit.]
Laertes
I thank you.Keep the door.
O, thou vile king,
Give me my father!
Queen Calmly, good Laertes.
Laertes
That drop of blood that’s calm proclaims me bastard,
Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
Even here between the chaste unsmirchèd brow
Of my true mother.
King
What is the cause, Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?—
Let him go, Gertrude.Do not fear our person.
There’s such divinity doth hedge a king
That treason can but peep to what it would,
Acts little of his will.—Tell me, Laertes,
Why thou art thus incensed.—Let him go, Gertrude.—
Speak, man.
Laertes Where is my father?
King Dead.
Queen But not by him.
King Let him demand his fill.
Laertes
How came he dead? I’ll not be juggled with.
To Hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil!
Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
I dare damnation.To this point I stand,
That both the worlds I give to negligence,
Let come what comes, only I’ll be revenged
Most throughly for my father.
King Who shall stay you?
Laertes
My will, not all the world.
And for my means, I’ll husband them so well
They shall go far with little.
King
Good Laertes,
If you desire to know the certainty
Of your dear father, is’t writ in your revenge
That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
Winner and loser?
Laertes None but his enemies.
King Will you know them, then?
Laertes
To his good friends thus wide I’ll ope my arms
And, like the kind life-rend’ring pelican,
Repast them with my blood.
King
Why, now you speak
Like a good child and a true gentleman.
That I am guiltless of your father’s death
And am most sensibly in grief for it,
It shall as level to your judgement’pear
As day does to your eye.
[A noise within:“Let her come in!”]
Laertes How now, what noise is that?
[Enter Ophelia.
Laertes
O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
By Heaven, thy madness shall be paid with weight
Till our scale turn the beam! O rose of May,
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
O Heavens, is’t possible a young maid’s wits
Should be as mortal as an old man’s life?
Nature is fine in love, and, where’tis fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.
Ophelia [sings]
They bore him barefaced on the bier,
Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny,
And in his grave rained many a tear.
Fare you well, my dove.
Laertes
Hadst thou thy wits and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.
Ophelia
You must sing “A-down a-down”—and you
“Call him a-down-a”.—O, how the wheel becomes it!
It is the false steward that stole his master’s daughter.
Laertes This nothing’s more than matter.
Ophelia
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember.And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.
Laertes
A document in madness: thoughts and remembrance fitted.
Ophelia [to the King]
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
[to the Queen] There’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’Sundays.You must wear your rue with a difference.There’s a daisy.I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.They say he made a good end.[sings] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Laertes
Thought and afflictions, passion, Hell itself
She turns to favour and to prettiness.
Ophelia [sings]
And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead.
Go to thy deathbed.
He never will come again.
His beard was as white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll.
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan.
God’a mercy on his soul.
And of all Christians’souls, I pray God.God buy you.
[She exits.]
Laertes Do you see this, O God?
King
Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
Or you deny me right.Go but apart,
Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
And they shall hear and judge’twixt you and me.
If by direct or by collateral hand
They find us touched, we will our kingdom give,
Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
To you in satisfaction; but if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to us,
And we shall jointly labour with your soul
To give it due content.
Laertes
Let this be so.
His means of death, his obscure funeral
No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o’er his bones,
No noble rite nor formal ostentation
Cry to be heard, as’twere from Heaven to earth,
That I must call’t in question.
King
So you shall,
And where th’offence is, let the great axe fall.
I pray you, go with me.
[They exit.]
[Enter Horatio and others.
Horatio What are they that would speak with me?
Gentleman
Sailors, sir.They say they have letters for you.
Horatio
Let them come in.I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
[Enter Sailors.
Sailor God bless you, sir.
Horatio Let Him bless thee too.
Sailor
He shall, sir, an’t please Him.There’s a letter for you, sir.It came from th’ambassador that was bound for England—if your name be Horatio, as I am let to know it is.
[He hands Horatio a letter.]
Horatio [reads the letter]
Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked this, give these fellows some means to the King.They have letters for him.Ere we were two days old at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us chase.Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on a compelled valor, and in the grapple I boarded them.On the instant, they got clear of our ship; so I alone became their prisoner.They have dealt with me like thieves of mercy, but they knew what they did: I am to do a good turn for them.Let the King have the letters I have sent, and repair thou to me with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death.I have words to speak in thine ear will make thee dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of the matter.These good fellows will bring thee where I am.Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their course for England; of them I have much to tell thee.Farewell.
He that thou knowest thine,
Hamlet.
Come, I will give you way for these your letters
And do’t the speedier that you may direct me
To him from whom you brought them.
[They exit.]
[Enter King and Laertes.
King
Now must your conscience my acquittance seal,
And you must put me in your heart for friend,
Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
That he which hath your noble father slain
Pursued my life.
Laertes
It well appears.But tell me
Why you proceeded not against these feats,
So crimeful and so capital in nature,
As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
You mainly were stirred up.
King
O, for two special reasons,
Which may to you perhaps seem much unsinewed,
But yet to me they’re strong.The Queen his mother
Lives almost by his looks, and for myself
My virtue or my plague, be it either which,
She is so conjunctive to my life and soul
That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
I could not but by her.The other motive
Why to a public count I might not go
Is the great love the general gender bear him,
Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
Convert his guilts to graces, so that my arrows,
Too slightly timbered for so loud a wind,
Would have reverted to my bow again,
But not where I have aimed them.
Laertes
And so have I a noble father lost,
A sister driven into desp’rate terms,
Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
Stood challenger on mount of all the age
For her perfections.But my revenge will come.
King
Break not your sleeps for that.You must not think
That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with danger
And think it pastime.You shortly shall hear more.
I loved your father, and we love ourself,
And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine—
[Enter a Messenger with letters.
How now? What news?
Messenger
Letters, my lord, from Hamlet.
These to Your Majesty, this to the Queen.
King From Hamlet? Who brought them?
Messenger
Sailors, my lord, they say.I saw them not.
They were given me by Claudio.He received them of him that brought them.
King
Laertes, you shall hear them.
Leave us.
[Messenger exits.]
[reads] High and mighty, you shall know I am set naked on your kingdom.Tomorrow shall I beg leave to see your kingly eyes, when I shall first asking your pardon, thereunto recount the occasion of my sudden and more strange return.Hamlet.
What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
Or is it some abuse and no such thing?
Laertes Know you the hand?
King
’Tis Hamlet’s character.“Naked”
And in a postscript here, he says “alone”.
Can you advise me?
Laertes
I am lost in it, my lord.But let him come.
It warms the very sickness in my heart
That I shall live and tell him to his teeth
“Thus didest thou.”
King
If it be so, Laertes
As how should it be so? How otherwise?
Will you be ruled by me?
Laertes
Ay, my lord,
So you will not o’errule me to a peace.
King
To thine own peace.If he be now returned,
As checking at his voyage, and that he means
No more to undertake it, I will work him
To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
Under the which he shall not choose but fall;
And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
But even his mother shall uncharge the practice
And call it accident.
Laertes
My lord, I will be ruled,
The rather if you could devise it so
That I might be the organ.
King
It falls right.
You have been talked of since your travel much,
And that in Hamlet’s hearing, for a quality
Wherein they say you shine.Your sum of parts
Did not together pluck such envy from him
As did that one, and that, in my regard,
Of the unworthiest siege.
Laertes What part is that, my lord?
King
A very ribbon in the cap of youth—
Yet needful too, for youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears
Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.Two months since
Here was a gentleman of Normandy.
I have seen myself, and served against, the French,
And they can well on horseback, but this gallant
Had witchcraft in’t.He grew unto his seat,
And to such wondrous doing brought his horse
As had he been encorpsed and demi-natured
With the brave beast.So far he topped my thought
That I in forgery of shapes and tricks
Come short of what he did.
Laertes A Norman was’t?
King A Norman.
Laertes Upon my life, Lamord.
King The very same.
Laertes
I know him well.He is the brooch indeed
And gem of all the nation.
King
He made confession of you
And gave you such a masterly report
For art and exercise in your defence,
And for your rapier most especial,
That he cried out’twould be a sight indeed
If one could match you.Sir, this report of his
Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
That he could nothing do but wish and beg
Your sudden coming o’er, to play with you.
Now out of this—
Laertes What out of this, my lord?
King
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
Laertes Why ask you this?
King
Not that I think you did not love your father,
But that I know love is begun by time
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it,
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
Dies in his own too-much.That we would do
We should do when we would; for this “would” changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
And then this “should” is like a spendthrift sigh,
That hurts by easing.But to the quick of th’ulcer:
Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake
To show yourself indeed your father’s son
More than in words?
Laertes To cut his throat i’th’church.
King
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.But, good Laertes,
Will you do this? Keep close within your chamber.
Hamlet, returned, shall know you are come home.
We’ll put on those shall praise your excellence
And set a double varnish on the fame
The Frenchman gave you; bring you, in fine, together
And wager on your heads.He, being remiss,
Most generous, and free from all contriving,
Will not peruse the foils, so that with ease,
Or with a little shuffling, you may choose
A sword unbated, and in a pass of practice
Requite him for your father.
Laertes
I will do’t,
And for that purpose I’ll anoint my sword.
I bought an unction of a mountebank
So mortal that, but dip a knife in it,
Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,
Collected from all simples that have virtue
Under the moon, can save the thing from death
That is but scratched withal.I’ll touch my point
With this contagion, that, if I gall him slightly,
It may be death.
King
Let’s further think of this,
Weigh what convenience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape.If this should fail,
And that our drift look through our bad performance,
’Twere better not assayed.Therefore this project
Should have a back or second that might hold
If this did blast in proof.Soft, let me see.
We’ll make a solemn wager on your cunnings—I ha’t!
When in your motion you are hot and dry
As make your bouts more violent to that end
And that he calls for drink, I’ll have prepared him
A chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping,
If he by chance escape your venomed stuck,
Our purpose may hold there.
But stay, what noise?
[Enter Queen.
Queen
One woe doth tread upon another’s heel,
So fast they follow.Your sister’s drowned, Laertes.
Laertes Drowned? O, where?
Queen
There is a willow grows aslant the brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them.
There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.Her clothes spread wide,
And mermaid-like awhile they bore her up,
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress
Or like a creature native and endued
Unto that element.But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
Laertes Alas, then she is drowned.
Queen Drowned, drowned.
Laertes
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my tears.But yet
It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will.When these are gone,
The woman will be out.—Adieu, my lord.
I have a speech o’fire that fain would blaze,
But that this folly drowns it.
[He exits.]
King
Let’s follow, Gertrude.
How much I had to do to calm his rage!
Now fear I this will give it start again.
Therefore, let’s follow.
[They exit.]