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Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach.
Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-
And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two days buried.—
Go, tell the prince,—run to the Capulets,<-
Raise up the MQptagues, -some others search ;-
[Exeunt other Watchmen.
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
We cannot without circumstance descry.
Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasah. .
2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in
the churchyard. [hither.
1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come
Enter another Watchman with Friar LAURENCE.
3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs,
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
As he was coming from this churchyard side.
1 Watch. A great suspicion: Stay the friar too.
Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Enter CAPulet, Lady CApulet, and others.
Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek
La. Cap. The people in the street onto,
Some—Juliet, o some—Paris; and all run,
With open outcry, toward our monument.
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our
1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Warm and new kill’d.
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul
murder comes. [man;
1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead men's tombs.
Cap. O, heavens'–0, wife! look how our daugh-
ter bleeds !
This dagger hath mista'en,_for, lo! his house
Is empty on the back of Montague, .
And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter Montague and others.
Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir more early down.
Mon., Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
What further woe conspires against mine age?
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Mon. Othou untaught! what manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave?
rince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death : Mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.— Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me, of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excus’d. Prince. o say at once what thou dost know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them ; and their stolen marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untinely death
Banish'd the new-madebridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Jaliet pin'd.
You—to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,
To county Paris:—Then comes she to me;
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romee,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, friar John,
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back : Then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred’s vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But, when I came, (some minute ere the time
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But (as it seems,) did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy : And, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law. ots=-
Prince. We still have known thee for a heir
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death
And then in post he came from Mantua,
To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father;
And threaten’d me with death, going in the was
If I departed not, and left him there.
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.-
Where is the county's page, that rais’d the watch?–
Sirrah, what made your master in this place
Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady,
grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; And, by and by, my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch. Prince. This letter doth make good the frie words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes—that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.— Where be these enemies? Capulet! MontagueSee, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen:—all are punish'd Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. Mon. But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That, while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set, As that of true and faithful Juliet. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! [bring: Prince. A glooming peace, this morning with a The sun, for sorrow, will not shew his head Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things: Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exems:
FRANcisco, a Soldier.
REYNAldo, Servant to Polonius.
Ghost of Hamlet's Father.
For TINBRAs, Prince of Norway.
|-GERTRude, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of Hamlet.
Orhelia, Daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, officers, Soldiers, Players, Grarediggers,
Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants.
What, is Horatio there?
Hor. A piece of him.
Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar-
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again toBer. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him, along With us to watch the minutes of this night;" That, if again this apparition come, He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Hor. Tush! tush ' 'twill not “. Ber. it down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Ber. Last night of all, Whenyon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one,— again! Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio.
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
Hor. Most like:—it harrows me with fear, and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Mar. Speak to it, Horatio. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark [speak. Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Mar. It is oftended. Ber. See' it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak: speak, I charge thee, speak.
[Exit Ghost. Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer. !. Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look
Is not this something more than fantasy!
What think you of it! - -
Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe,
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Mar. Is it not like the king?
Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
'Tis strange. [hour,
Mar. †. twice before, and jump at this dead
With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.
Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know
But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that
Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject 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 be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day;
Who is 't, that can inform me?
Hor. That can I;
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,)
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal’d compáct,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart,
And carriage of the article design'd,
His fell to #. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't: which is no other
As it doth well appear unto our state,)
ut to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands,
So by his father lost: And this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations;
The source of this our watch; and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land.
Ber. o think, it be no other, but even so:
Well may it sort, that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king
That was, and is, the question of these wars.
Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eve.
Fn the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius sell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen.—
But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.—Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me:
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to "... do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me:
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life,
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oftwalk in death.
Speak of it:-stay, and speak-Stop it, Marcello,
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan!
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the shew of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn.
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes,
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad:
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath ". to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:
Break we our watch up ; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-night
Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life,
This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him :
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
As needful in our loves, fitting our duty 2
Mar, Let's do.’t, #: and I this morning knew
Where we shall find him most convenient.[ Scene II.—The same. A Room of State in the sarate.
Enter the King, Queen, HAMLET, Polo Nirs, LAertes, VoltiMAND, Cornelius, Lords, and Attendants.
King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
The memory be green; and that it us befitted
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe:
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
The imperial jointress of this warlike state,
Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy,
With one auspicious, and one dropping eye;
With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole-
"Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along:—For all, our thanks.
Now follows that you know, young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth;
Or ...i. by ..o. dear brother's death,
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Importing the surrender of those lands,
Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
To our most valiant brother.—So much for him.
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.
Thus much the business is: We have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
His further gait herein; in that the levies,
The lists, and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject:—and we here despatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king, more than the scope
Of these dilated articles allow.
Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.
Cor. & Vol. In that, and all things, will we shew
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.
[Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius.
And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?
You told us of some suit; What is't, Laertes?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
And lose your voice: What would'st thou beg,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of 1)enmark to thy father.
What would'st thou have, Laertes?
Laer. My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmark,
To shew my duty in your coronation;
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France,
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
Ring. Have you your father's leave What says
Polonius ! [leave,
Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow
By laboursome petition; and, at last,
Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces: spend it at thy will.—
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,
Ham. A little more than kin, and less than kind.
King. How is it, that the clouds still hang on you?
Hain. Not so, my lord, I am too much is the sun.
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a o on Denmark.
Do not, for ever, with thy valled lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know'st,’tis common; all, that live, must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
Ham, Ay, madan, it is common.
Queen. If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee? [seems.
Han. Seems, madam : nay, it is; I know not
'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, "ord
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shews of grief,
That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within, which passeth shew;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
King. "Tis sweet and commendable in your na-
ture, Hamlet, -
To give these mourning duties to your father:
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation, for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: But to perséver
In obstinate condolement, is a conrse
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief:
It shews a will most incorrect to heaven;
A heart unfortified, or mind impatient;
An understanding simple and unschool'd :
For what, we know, must be, and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we, in our peevish opposition,
Take it to heart? Fy! 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd; whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried.
From the first corse, till he that died to-day,
This must be so. We pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe; and think of us
As of a father: for let the world take note,
You are the most immediate to our throne;
And with no less nobility of love,
Than that which dearest father bears his son,
Do I impart toward you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And, we bj you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers,
I pray thee, stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
King. Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply;
Be as ourself in Denmark.-Madam, come;
This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,
No jocund health, that Denmark drinks to-day,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.
[Exeunt King, Queen, Lords, &c. Polo-
nius, and Laertes.
Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew'
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world !
Fy on't! O fy! 'tis an unweeded garden, [ture,
i. grows to seed; things rank, and gross in na-
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead!—nay, not so much, not two :
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on: And yet, within a month; -
Let me not think on’t ;—Frailty, thy name is wo-
A little month ; or ere those shoes were old,
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she,
O heaven' a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
her; but no more like my father,
Jules: within a month;
it of most unrighteous tears lushing in her galled eyes, :—O most wicked speed, to post Wre. Aexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good; But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue!
Enter HoRAtio, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUs.
Hor. Hail to your lordship' aton. I am glad to see you well: Horatio, or I do forget myself. [ever. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you. And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?— Marcellus? Mar. My good lord, Joo. Ham. I am very glad to see you; good even, But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg’ Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so; Nor shall you do mine ear that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know, you are no truant. But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student; I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio !— My father, Methinks, I see my father. Hor. My lord? Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham. Saw who? Hor. My lord, the king your father. Ham. The king my father! Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent ear; till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Ham. For God's love, let me hear. Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waist and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A o like your father, Armed at point, exactly, cap-à-pé, Appears before them, and, with solemn march, Goes slow, and stately by them: thrice he walk'd, § their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes, ithin his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And I with them, the third night kept the watch: Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes: I knew your father; These hands are not more like. Ham. But where was this? Mar. My lord, upon the platform, where we watch'd.
Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor. My lord, I did ; But answer made it none: yet once, methought,
Ham. I will watch to-night; Perchance, 'twill
walk again. or. I warrant, it will Ham. If it assume my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace... I pray you ali, If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue; I will requite your loves: So, fare you well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, # visit you. All. Our duty to your honour. Ham. Your loves, as mine to you; Farewell. [Exeunt Horatio, Marcellus, and Bensors My father's spirit in arms' all is not well ; I doubt some . play:'would, the night were ear Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's s: LBSCENE III.-A Room in Polonius's House.