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To make oppression bitter, or ere this

I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave;
That I, the son of the dear murthered,

Prompted to my revenge by Heaven and Hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,

A scullion!

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I have heard,

Fie upon 't! foh! About, my brain!
That guilty creatures, sitting at a play,
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul, that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions;

For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players
Play something like the murther of my father,
Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;

I'll tent him to the

I know my course.

quick: if he but blench,

The spirit that I have seen
May be the Devil: and the Devil hath power
T'assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps,
Out of my weakness and my melancholy
(As he is very potent with such spirits)
Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds

More relative than this: the play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. [Exit.


A Room in the Castle.




ND can you, by no drift of circumstance,

Get from him, why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

Ros. He does confess, he feels himself distracted; But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Guil. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof,

When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state.


Did he receive you well?

Ros. Most like a gentleman.

Guil. But with much forcing of his disposition. Ros. Niggard of question; but, of our demands, Most free in his reply.


To any pastime ?

Did you assay him

Ros. Madam, it so fell out, that certain players We o'er-raught on the way : of these


And there did seem in him a kind of joy
To hear of it. They are about the Court;
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.


we told

'Tis most true:

And he beseech'd me to entreat your majesties,

To hear and see the matter.

King. With all my heart; and it doth much con

tent me

To hear him so inclin'd.

Good gentlemen, give him a farther edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
Ros. We shall, my lord.


Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;

For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia :

Her father, and myself (lawful espials)

Will so bestow ourselves, that, seeing, unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge;
And gather by him, as he is behav'd,

If 't be th' affliction of his love, or no,
That thus he suffers for.


I shall obey you.

And, for your part, Ophelia, I do wish,

That your good beauties be the happy cause

Of Hamlet's wildness; so shall I hope your vir


Will bring him to his wonted way again,

To both your honours.


Madam, I wish it may.
[Exit Queen.

Pol. Ophelia, walk you here. - Gracious, so please


We will bestow ourselves. - Read on this book;

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That shew of such an exercise may colour

Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,

'Tis too much prov'd, — that, with devotion's visage,

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And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The Devil himself.


O, 'tis too true: [aside.] how smart A lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beauti'd with plast'ring art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it, Than is my deed to my most painted word. O heavy burthen!

Pol. I hear him coming: let's withdraw, my lord. [Exeunt King and POLONIUS.


Ham. To be, or not to be; that is the ques

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Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? - To die:

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to sleep,No more and, by a sleep, to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, -'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep :To sleep! perchance to dream : ay, there's the


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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who 'd these fardels bear,

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To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Soft you, now!
The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in thy orisons.
Be all my sins remember'd.

Good my lord,

How does your honour for this many a day?
Ham. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed long to re-deliver;

I pray you, now receive them.


I never gave you aught.

No, not I;

Oph. My honour'd lord, I know right well you


And with them, words of so sweet breath compos'd, As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind,

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There, my lord.

Ham, Ha, ha! are you honest?

Oph. My lord!

Ham. Are you fair?

Oph. What means your lordship?

Ham. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty

should admit no discourse to your beauty.

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