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And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,
Actress. O, confound the rest!
Such love must needs be treason in my breast:
None wed the second, but who kill'd the first.
Ham. That's wormwood.
1 Act. I do believe, you think what now you speak; But, what we do determine, oft we break. What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose: So think thou wilt no second husband wed; But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead. Actress. Nor earth to me give food, nor Heaven
Sport and repose lock from me, day, and night,
1 Act. 'Tis deeply sworn.
Ham. If she should break it now,-
[He sits down, and sleeps. Actress. Sleep rock thy brain; And never come mischance between us twain !
Ham. Madam, how like you this play?
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. 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 gall'd jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
Enter SECOND ACTOR, as LUCIANUS.
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the duke. Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord. Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see the puppets dallying. Begin, murderer, leave thy damnable faces, and begin :
Come: The croaking raven
Doth bellow for revenge.
2 Act. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing;
Confederate season, else no creature seeing ;
[Pours the Poison into his Ear.-Exit. 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. King. Give me some light:-away! Pol. Lights, lights, lights!
[Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO.
For some must watch, while some must sleep;
O, good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for à thousand pound. Didst perceive?
Hor. Very well, my lord.
Ham. Ah, ha!-Come, some music; come, the
Enter GUILDENSTERN and ROSENCRANTZ.
Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with
Ham. Sir, a whole history.
Guil. The king, sir
Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?
Guil. No, my lord, with choler.
Ham. Your wisdom should show itself 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 my business.
Ham. Sir, I cannot.
Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my 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 did once love me.
Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do, surely, 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 HORATIO, and two MUSICIANS, with Recorders. O, the recorders, let me see one. [Takes a Recorder.] So, withdraw with you.
[Exeunt HORATIO and MUSICIANS. 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.
Ham. I pray you.
Guil. Believe me, I cannot.
Ham. I do beseech you.
Ros. I know no touch of it, my lord.
Ham. 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with your fingers and thumb, give it breath with your
mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
Guil. But these cannot I command to any utterance of harmony; I have not the skill.
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 there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sdeath, do you think I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently.
Ham. Do you see yonder.cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel?
Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel.
Pol. It is back'd like a weasel.
Ham. Or, like a whale?
Pol. Very like a whale.
Ham. Then will I come to my mother by and by. -They fool me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by.
Pol. I will say so.
Ham. By and by is easily said.
Leave me, friends.
[Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and Guildenstern. 'Tis now the very witching time of night; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes
Contagion to this world: Now could I drink hot blood,