63 William Shakespeare: Hamlet: Act 2

Hamlet

By William Shakespeare

Edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine

with Michael Poston and Rebecca Niles

Folger Shakespeare Library

https://shakespeare.folger.edu/shakespeares-works/hamlet/

Created on Apr 23, 2016, from FDT version 0.9.2.

ACT 2

Scene 1

Enter old Polonius with his man Reynaldo.

POLONIUS

Give him this money and these notes, Reynaldo.

REYNALDO I will, my lord.

POLONIUS

You shall do marvelous wisely, good Reynaldo,

Before you visit him, to make inquire

Of his behavior.                                                                                          5

REYNALDO My lord, I did intend it.

POLONIUS

Marry, well said, very well said. Look you, sir,

Inquire me first what Danskers are in Paris;

And how, and who, what means, and where they

keep,                                                                                                         10

What company, at what expense; and finding

By this encompassment and drift of question

That they do know my son, come you more nearer

Than your particular demands will touch it.

Take you, as ’twere, some distant knowledge of him,                              15

As thus: “I know his father and his friends

And, in part, him.” Do you mark this, Reynaldo?

REYNALDO Ay, very well, my lord.

POLONIUS

“And, in part, him, but,” you may say, “not well.

But if ’t be he I mean, he’s very wild,                                                              20

Addicted so and so.” And there put on him

What forgeries you please—marry, none so rank

As may dishonor him, take heed of that,

But, sir, such wanton, wild, and usual slips

As are companions noted and most known                                                 25

To youth and liberty.

REYNALDO As gaming, my lord.

POLONIUS Ay, or drinking, fencing, swearing,

Quarreling, drabbing—you may go so far.

REYNALDO My lord, that would dishonor him.                                              30

POLONIUS

Faith, no, as you may season it in the charge.

You must not put another scandal on him

That he is open to incontinency;

That’s not my meaning. But breathe his faults so

quaintly                                                                                                              35

That they may seem the taints of liberty,

The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,

A savageness in unreclaimèd blood,

Of general assault.

REYNALDO But, my good lord—                                                                          40

POLONIUS Wherefore should you do this?

REYNALDO Ay, my lord, I would know that.

POLONIUS Marry, sir, here’s my drift,

And I believe it is a fetch of wit.

You, laying these slight sullies on my son,                                                         45

As ’twere a thing a little soiled i’ th’ working,

Mark you, your party in converse, him you would

sound,

Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes

The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured                                                  50

He closes with you in this consequence:

“Good sir,” or so, or “friend,” or “gentleman,”

According to the phrase or the addition

Of man and country—

REYNALDO Very good, my lord.                                                                                 55

POLONIUS And then, sir, does he this, he does—what

was I about to say? By the Mass, I was about to say

something. Where did I leave?

REYNALDO At “closes in the consequence,” at “friend,

or so,” and “gentleman.”                                                                                       60

POLONIUS

At “closes in the consequence”—ay, marry—

He closes thus: “I know the gentleman.

I saw him yesterday,” or “th’ other day”

(Or then, or then, with such or such), “and as you

say,                                                                                                                         65

There was he gaming, there o’ertook in ’s rouse,

There falling out at tennis”; or perchance

“I saw him enter such a house of sale”—

Videlicet, a brothel—or so forth. See you now

Your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth;                                                70

And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,

With windlasses and with assays of bias,

By indirections find directions out.

So by my former lecture and advice

Shall you my son. You have me, have you not?                                                     75

REYNALDO

My lord, I have.

POLONIUS God be wi’ you. Fare you well.

REYNALDO Good my lord.

POLONIUS

Observe his inclination in yourself.

REYNALDO I shall, my lord.                                                                                          80

POLONIUS And let him ply his music.

REYNALDO Well, my lord.

POLONIUS

Farewell.Reynaldo exits.

Enter Ophelia.

How now, Ophelia, what’s the matter?

OPHELIA

O, my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!                                                             85

POLONIUS With what, i’ th’ name of God?

OPHELIA

My lord, as I was sewing in my closet,

Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced,

No hat upon his head, his stockings fouled,

Ungartered, and down-gyvèd to his ankle,                                                                90

Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other,

And with a look so piteous in purport

As if he had been loosèd out of hell

To speak of horrors—he comes before me.

POLONIUS

Mad for thy love?                                                                                                           95

OPHELIA My lord, I do not know,

But truly I do fear it.

POLONIUS What said he?

OPHELIA

He took me by the wrist and held me hard.

Then goes he to the length of all his arm,                                                                   100

And, with his other hand thus o’er his brow,

He falls to such perusal of my face

As he would draw it. Long stayed he so.

At last, a little shaking of mine arm,

And thrice his head thus waving up and down,                                                            105

He raised a sigh so piteous and profound

As it did seem to shatter all his bulk

And end his being. That done, he lets me go,

And, with his head over his shoulder turned,

He seemed to find his way without his eyes,                                                               110

For out o’ doors he went without their helps

And to the last bended their light on me.

POLONIUS

Come, go with me. I will go seek the King.

This is the very ecstasy of love,

Whose violent property fordoes itself                                                                         115

And leads the will to desperate undertakings

As oft as any passions under heaven

That does afflict our natures. I am sorry.

What, have you given him any hard words of late?

OPHELIA

No, my good lord, but as you did command                                                               120

I did repel his letters and denied

His access to me.

POLONIUS That hath made him mad.

I am sorry that with better heed and judgment

I had not coted him. I feared he did but trifle                                                             125

And meant to wrack thee. But beshrew my jealousy!

By heaven, it is as proper to our age

To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions

As it is common for the younger sort

To lack discretion. Come, go we to the King.                                                              130

This must be known, which, being kept close, might

move

More grief to hide than hate to utter love.

Come.

They exit.

Scene 2

Flourish. Enter King and Queen, Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern and Attendants.

KING

Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Moreover that we much did long to see you,

The need we have to use you did provoke

Our hasty sending. Something have you heard

Of Hamlet’s transformation, so call it,                                                                           5

Sith nor th’ exterior nor the inward man

Resembles that it was. What it should be,

More than his father’s death, that thus hath put him

So much from th’ understanding of himself

I cannot dream of. I entreat you both                                                                          10

That, being of so young days brought up with him

And sith so neighbored to his youth and havior,

That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court

Some little time, so by your companies

To draw him on to pleasures, and to gather                                                               15

So much as from occasion you may glean,

Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus

That, opened, lies within our remedy.

QUEEN

Good gentlemen, he hath much talked of you,

And sure I am two men there is not living                                                                    20

To whom he more adheres. If it will please you

To show us so much gentry and goodwill

As to expend your time with us awhile

For the supply and profit of our hope,

Your visitation shall receive such thanks                                                                   25

As fits a king’s remembrance.

ROSENCRANTZ Both your Majesties

Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,

Put your dread pleasures more into command

Than to entreaty.                                                                                                           30

GUILDENSTERN But we both obey,

And here give up ourselves in the full bent

To lay our service freely at your feet,

To be commanded.

KING

Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.                                                         35

QUEEN

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.

And I beseech you instantly to visit

My too much changèd son.—Go, some of you,

And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

GUILDENSTERN

Heavens make our presence and our practices                                                           40

Pleasant and helpful to him!

QUEEN Ay, amen!

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern exit

with some Attendants.

Enter Polonius.

POLONIUS

Th’ ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,

Are joyfully returned.

KING

Thou still hast been the father of good news.                                                              45

POLONIUS

Have I, my lord? I assure my good liege

I hold my duty as I hold my soul,

Both to my God and to my gracious king,

And I do think, or else this brain of mine

Hunts not the trail of policy so sure                                                                            50

As it hath used to do, that I have found

The very cause of Hamlet’s lunacy.

KING

O, speak of that! That do I long to hear.

POLONIUS

Give first admittance to th’ ambassadors.

My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.                                                          55

KING

Thyself do grace to them and bring them in.

Polonius exits.

He tells me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found

The head and source of all your son’s distemper.

QUEEN

I doubt it is no other but the main—

His father’s death and our o’erhasty marriage.                                                             60

KING

Well, we shall sift him.

Enter Ambassadors Voltemand and Cornelius with
Polonius.

Welcome, my good friends.

Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?

VOLTEMAND

Most fair return of greetings and desires.

Upon our first, he sent out to suppress                                                                         65

His nephew’s levies, which to him appeared

To be a preparation ’gainst the Polack,

But, better looked into, he truly found

It was against your Highness. Whereat, grieved

That so his sickness, age, and impotence                                                                    70

Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests

On Fortinbras, which he, in brief, obeys,

Receives rebuke from Norway, and, in fine,

Makes vow before his uncle never more

To give th’ assay of arms against your Majesty.                                                         75

Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,

Gives him three-score thousand crowns in annual

fee

And his commission to employ those soldiers,

So levied as before, against the Polack                                                                        80

With an entreaty, herein further shown,

He gives a paper.

That it might please you to give quiet pass

Through your dominions for this enterprise,

On such regards of safety and allowance

As therein are set down.                                                                                                 85

KING It likes us well,

And, at our more considered time, we’ll read,

Answer, and think upon this business.

Meantime, we thank you for your well-took labor.

Go to your rest. At night we’ll feast together.                                                               90

Most welcome home!

Voltemand and Cornelius exit.

POLONIUS This business is well ended.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate

What majesty should be, what duty is,

Why day is day, night night, and time is time                                                              95

Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,

And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

“Mad” call I it, for, to define true madness,                                                                 100

What is ’t but to be nothing else but mad?

But let that go.

QUEEN More matter with less art.

POLONIUS

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.

That he’s mad, ’tis true; ’tis true ’tis pity,                                                                    105

And pity ’tis ’tis true—a foolish figure,

But farewell it, for I will use no art.

Mad let us grant him then, and now remains

That we find out the cause of this effect,

Or, rather say, the cause of this defect,                                                                      110

For this effect defective comes by cause.

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.

Perpend.

I have a daughter (have while she is mine)

Who, in her duty and obedience, mark,                                                                     115

Hath given me this. Now gather and surmise.

He reads. To the celestial, and my soul’s idol, the

most beautified Ophelia—

That’s an ill phrase, a vile phrase; “beautified” is a

vile phrase. But you shall hear. Thus: He reads.                                                      120

In her excellent white bosom, these, etc.—

QUEEN Came this from Hamlet to her?

POLONIUS

Good madam, stay awhile. I will be faithful.

He reads the letter.

Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,                                                                                      125

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.

O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not

art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, O

most best, believe it. Adieu.                                                                                            130

Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst

this machine is to him, Hamlet.

This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me,

And more above, hath his solicitings,

As they fell out by time, by means, and place,                                                             135

All given to mine ear.

KING But how hath she received his love?

POLONIUS What do you think of me?

KING

As of a man faithful and honorable.

POLONIUS

I would fain prove so. But what might you think,                                                          140

When I had seen this hot love on the wing

(As I perceived it, I must tell you that,

Before my daughter told me), what might you,

Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think,

If I had played the desk or table-book                                                                           145

Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,

Or looked upon this love with idle sight?

What might you think? No, I went round to work,

And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:

“Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star.                                                                    150

This must not be.” And then I prescripts gave her,

That she should lock herself from his resort,

Admit no messengers, receive no tokens;

Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,

And he, repelled (a short tale to make),                                                                       155

Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,

Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,

Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,

Into the madness wherein now he raves

And all we mourn for.                                                                                                      160

KING, to Queen Do you think ’tis this?

QUEEN It may be, very like.

POLONIUS

Hath there been such a time (I would fain know

that)

That I have positively said “’Tis so,”                                                                               165

When it proved otherwise?

KING Not that I know.

POLONIUS

Take this from this, if this be otherwise.

If circumstances lead me, I will find

Where truth is hid, though it were hid, indeed,                                                          170

Within the center.

KING How may we try it further?

POLONIUS

You know sometimes he walks four hours together

Here in the lobby.

QUEEN So he does indeed.                                                                                                175

POLONIUS

At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him.

To the King. Be you and I behind an arras then.

Mark the encounter. If he love her not,

And be not from his reason fall’n thereon,

Let me be no assistant for a state,                                                                                    180

But keep a farm and carters.

KING We will try it.

Enter Hamlet reading on a book.

QUEEN

But look where sadly the poor wretch comes

reading.

POLONIUS

Away, I do beseech you both, away.                                                                                 185

I’ll board him presently. O, give me leave.

King and Queen exit with Attendants.

How does my good Lord Hamlet?

HAMLET Well, God-a-mercy.

POLONIUS Do you know me, my lord?

HAMLET Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.190

POLONIUS Not I, my lord.

HAMLET Then I would you were so honest a man.

POLONIUS Honest, my lord?

HAMLET Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to

be one man picked out of ten thousand.195

POLONIUS That’s very true, my lord.

HAMLET For if the sun breed maggots in a dead

dog, being a good kissing carrion—Have you a

daughter?

POLONIUS I have, my lord.200

HAMLET Let her not walk i’ th’ sun. Conception is a

blessing, but, as your daughter may conceive,

friend, look to ’t.

POLONIUS, aside How say you by that? Still harping on

my daughter. Yet he knew me not at first; he said I205

was a fishmonger. He is far gone. And truly, in my

youth, I suffered much extremity for love, very near

this. I’ll speak to him again.—What do you read, my

lord?

HAMLET Words, words, words.210

POLONIUS What is the matter, my lord?

HAMLET Between who?

POLONIUS I mean the matter that you read, my lord.

HAMLET Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here

that old men have gray beards, that their faces are215

wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and

plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of

wit, together with most weak hams; all which, sir,

though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I

hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for220

yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am, if, like a crab,

you could go backward.

POLONIUS, aside Though this be madness, yet there is

method in ’t.—Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

HAMLET Into my grave?225

POLONIUS Indeed, that’s out of the air. Aside. How

pregnant sometimes his replies are! A happiness

that often madness hits on, which reason and

sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I

will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of230

meeting between him and my daughter.—My lord,

I will take my leave of you.

HAMLET You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I

will more willingly part withal—except my life,

except my life, except my life.235

POLONIUS Fare you well, my lord.

HAMLET, aside These tedious old fools.

Enter Guildenstern and Rosencrantz.

POLONIUS You go to seek the Lord Hamlet. There he is.

ROSENCRANTZ, to Polonius God save you, sir.

Polonius exits.

GUILDENSTERN My honored lord.240

ROSENCRANTZ My most dear lord.

HAMLET My excellent good friends! How dost thou,

Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do

you both?

ROSENCRANTZ

As the indifferent children of the earth.245

GUILDENSTERN

Happy in that we are not overhappy.

On Fortune’s cap, we are not the very button.

HAMLET Nor the soles of her shoe?

ROSENCRANTZ Neither, my lord.

HAMLET Then you live about her waist, or in the250

middle of her favors?

GUILDENSTERN Faith, her privates we.

HAMLET In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true!

She is a strumpet. What news?

ROSENCRANTZ None, my lord, but that the world’s255

grown honest.

HAMLET Then is doomsday near. But your news is not

true. Let me question more in particular. What

have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of

Fortune that she sends you to prison hither?260

GUILDENSTERN Prison, my lord?

HAMLET Denmark’s a prison.

ROSENCRANTZ Then is the world one.

HAMLET A goodly one, in which there are many confines,

wards, and dungeons, Denmark being one o’265

th’ worst.

ROSENCRANTZ We think not so, my lord.

HAMLET Why, then, ’tis none to you, for there is

nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it

so. To me, it is a prison.270

ROSENCRANTZ Why, then, your ambition makes it one.

’Tis too narrow for your mind.

HAMLET O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and

count myself a king of infinite space, were it not

that I have bad dreams.275

GUILDENSTERN Which dreams, indeed, are ambition,

for the very substance of the ambitious is merely

the shadow of a dream.

HAMLET A dream itself is but a shadow.

ROSENCRANTZ Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy280

and light a quality that it is but a shadow’s shadow.

HAMLET Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs

and outstretched heroes the beggars’ shadows.

Shall we to th’ court? For, by my fay, I cannot

reason.285

ROSENCRANTZ/GUILDENSTERN We’ll wait upon you.

HAMLET No such matter. I will not sort you with the

rest of my servants, for, to speak to you like an

honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But,

in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at290

Elsinore?

ROSENCRANTZ To visit you, my lord, no other occasion.

HAMLET Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks;

but I thank you, and sure, dear friends, my thanks

are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent for?295

Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation?

Come, come, deal justly with me. Come, come; nay,

speak.

GUILDENSTERN What should we say, my lord?

HAMLET Anything but to th’ purpose. You were sent300

for, and there is a kind of confession in your looks

which your modesties have not craft enough to

color. I know the good king and queen have sent for

you.

ROSENCRANTZ To what end, my lord?305

HAMLET That you must teach me. But let me conjure

you by the rights of our fellowship, by the consonancy

of our youth, by the obligation of our ever-preserved

love, and by what more dear a better

proposer can charge you withal: be even and direct310

with me whether you were sent for or no.

ROSENCRANTZ, to Guildenstern What say you?

HAMLET, aside Nay, then, I have an eye of you.—If

you love me, hold not off.

GUILDENSTERN My lord, we were sent for.315

HAMLET I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation

prevent your discovery, and your secrecy to the

King and Queen molt no feather. I have of late, but

wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all

custom of exercises, and, indeed, it goes so heavily320

with my disposition that this goodly frame, the

Earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most

excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging

firmament, this majestical roof, fretted

with golden fire—why, it appeareth nothing to me325

but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in

reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving

how express and admirable; in action how like

an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the330

beauty of the world, the paragon of animals—and

yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man

delights not me, no, nor women neither, though by

your smiling you seem to say so.

ROSENCRANTZ My lord, there was no such stuff in my335

thoughts.

HAMLET Why did you laugh, then, when I said “man

delights not me”?

ROSENCRANTZ To think, my lord, if you delight not in

man, what Lenten entertainment the players shall340

receive from you. We coted them on the way, and

hither are they coming to offer you service.

HAMLET He that plays the king shall be welcome—his

Majesty shall have tribute on me. The adventurous

knight shall use his foil and target, the lover shall345

not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his

part in peace, the clown shall make those laugh

whose lungs are tickle o’ th’ sear, and the lady

shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall

halt for ’t. What players are they?350

ROSENCRANTZ Even those you were wont to take such

delight in, the tragedians of the city.

HAMLET How chances it they travel? Their residence,

both in reputation and profit, was better both ways.

ROSENCRANTZ I think their inhibition comes by the355

means of the late innovation.

HAMLET Do they hold the same estimation they did

when I was in the city? Are they so followed?

ROSENCRANTZ No, indeed are they not.

HAMLET How comes it? Do they grow rusty?360

ROSENCRANTZ Nay, their endeavor keeps in the wonted

pace. But there is, sir, an aerie of children, little

eyases, that cry out on the top of question and are

most tyrannically clapped for ’t. These are now the

fashion and so berattle the common stages (so365

they call them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid

of goose quills and dare scarce come thither.

HAMLET What, are they children? Who maintains ’em?

How are they escoted? Will they pursue the quality

no longer than they can sing? Will they not say370

afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common

players (as it is most like, if their means are

no better), their writers do them wrong to make

them exclaim against their own succession?

ROSENCRANTZ Faith, there has been much to-do on375

both sides, and the nation holds it no sin to tar

them to controversy. There was for a while no

money bid for argument unless the poet and the

player went to cuffs in the question.

HAMLET Is ’t possible?380

GUILDENSTERN O, there has been much throwing

about of brains.

HAMLET Do the boys carry it away?

ROSENCRANTZ Ay, that they do, my lord—Hercules

and his load too.385

HAMLET It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of

Denmark, and those that would make mouths at

him while my father lived give twenty, forty, fifty,

a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little.

’Sblood, there is something in this more than natural,390

if philosophy could find it out.

A flourish for the Players.

GUILDENSTERN There are the players.

HAMLET Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore.

Your hands, come then. Th’ appurtenance of welcome

is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply395

with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players,

which, I tell you, must show fairly outwards, should

more appear like entertainment than yours. You are

welcome. But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are

deceived.400

GUILDENSTERN In what, my dear lord?

HAMLET I am but mad north-north-west. When the

wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Enter Polonius.

POLONIUS Well be with you, gentlemen.

HAMLET Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too—at405

each ear a hearer! That great baby you see there is

not yet out of his swaddling clouts.

ROSENCRANTZ Haply he is the second time come to

them, for they say an old man is twice a child.

HAMLET I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the410

players; mark it.—You say right, sir, a Monday

morning, ’twas then indeed.

POLONIUS My lord, I have news to tell you.

HAMLET My lord, I have news to tell you: when Roscius

was an actor in Rome—415

POLONIUS The actors are come hither, my lord.

HAMLET Buzz, buzz.

POLONIUS Upon my honor—

HAMLET Then came each actor on his ass.

POLONIUS The best actors in the world, either for420

tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical,

historical-pastoral, tragical-historical,

tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or

poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor

Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty,425

these are the only men.

HAMLET O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure

hadst thou!

POLONIUS What a treasure had he, my lord?

HAMLET Why,430

One fair daughter, and no more,

The which he lovèd passing well.

POLONIUS, aside Still on my daughter.

HAMLET Am I not i’ th’ right, old Jephthah?

POLONIUS If you call me “Jephthah,” my lord: I have a435

daughter that I love passing well.

HAMLET Nay, that follows not.

POLONIUS What follows then, my lord?

HAMLET Why,

As by lot, God wot440

and then, you know,

It came to pass, as most like it was—

the first row of the pious chanson will show you

more, for look where my abridgment comes.

Enter the Players.

You are welcome, masters; welcome all.—I am glad445

to see thee well.—Welcome, good friends.—O my

old friend! Why, thy face is valanced since I saw thee

last. Com’st thou to beard me in Denmark?—What,

my young lady and mistress! By ’r Lady, your Ladyship

is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last, by450

the altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a

piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the

ring. Masters, you are all welcome. We’ll e’en to ’t

like French falconers, fly at anything we see. We’ll

have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your455

quality. Come, a passionate speech.

FIRST PLAYER What speech, my good lord?

HAMLET I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it

was never acted, or, if it was, not above once; for

the play, I remember, pleased not the million:460

’twas caviary to the general. But it was (as I

received it, and others whose judgments in such

matters cried in the top of mine) an excellent play,

well digested in the scenes, set down with as much

modesty as cunning. I remember one said there465

were no sallets in the lines to make the matter

savory, nor no matter in the phrase that might indict

the author of affection, but called it an honest

method, as wholesome as sweet and, by very much,

more handsome than fine. One speech in ’t I470

chiefly loved. ’Twas Aeneas’ tale to Dido, and

thereabout of it especially when he speaks of

Priam’s slaughter. If it live in your memory, begin at

this line—let me see, let me see:

The rugged Pyrrhus, like th’ Hyrcanian beast—475

’tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus:

The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,

Black as his purpose, did the night resemble

When he lay couchèd in th’ ominous horse,

Hath now this dread and black complexion smeared480

With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot,

Now is he total gules, horridly tricked

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,

Baked and impasted with the parching streets,

That lend a tyrannous and a damnèd light485

To their lord’s murder. Roasted in wrath and fire,

And thus o’ersizèd with coagulate gore,

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus

Old grandsire Priam seeks.

So, proceed you.490

POLONIUS ’Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good

accent and good discretion.

FIRST PLAYER Anon he finds him

Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,

Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,495

Repugnant to command. Unequal matched,

Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;

But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword

Th’ unnervèd father falls. Then senseless Ilium,

Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top500

Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus’ ear. For lo, his sword,

Which was declining on the milky head

Of reverend Priam, seemed i’ th’ air to stick.

So as a painted tyrant Pyrrhus stood505

And, like a neutral to his will and matter,

Did nothing.

But as we often see against some storm

A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,

The bold winds speechless, and the orb below510

As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder

Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus’ pause,

Arousèd vengeance sets him new a-work,

And never did the Cyclops’ hammers fall

On Mars’s armor, forged for proof eterne,515

With less remorse than Pyrrhus’ bleeding sword

Now falls on Priam.

Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods

In general synod take away her power,

Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,520

And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven

As low as to the fiends!

POLONIUS This is too long.

HAMLET It shall to the barber’s with your beard.—

Prithee say on. He’s for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or525

he sleeps. Say on; come to Hecuba.

FIRST PLAYER

But who, ah woe, had seen the moblèd queen—

HAMLET “The moblèd queen”?

POLONIUS That’s good. “Moblèd queen” is good.

FIRST PLAYER

Run barefoot up and down, threat’ning the flames530

With bisson rheum, a clout upon that head

Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,

About her lank and all o’erteemèd loins

A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up—

Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steeped,535

’Gainst Fortune’s state would treason have

pronounced.

But if the gods themselves did see her then

When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

In mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs,540

The instant burst of clamor that she made

(Unless things mortal move them not at all)

Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven

And passion in the gods.

POLONIUS Look whe’er he has not turned his color and545

has tears in ’s eyes. Prithee, no more.

HAMLET ’Tis well. I’ll have thee speak out the rest of

this soon.—Good my lord, will you see the players

well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be well used,

for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the550

time. After your death you were better have a bad

epitaph than their ill report while you live.

POLONIUS My lord, I will use them according to their

desert.

HAMLET God’s bodykins, man, much better! Use every555

man after his desert and who shall ’scape

whipping? Use them after your own honor and

dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in

your bounty. Take them in.

POLONIUS Come, sirs.560

HAMLET Follow him, friends. We’ll hear a play

tomorrow. As Polonius and Players exit, Hamlet speaks to

the First Player. Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can

you play “The Murder of Gonzago”?

FIRST PLAYER Ay, my lord.565

HAMLET We’ll ha ’t tomorrow night. You could, for a

need, study a speech of some dozen or sixteen

lines, which I would set down and insert in ’t,

could you not?

FIRST PLAYER Ay, my lord.570

HAMLET Very well. Follow that lord—and look you

mock him not. First Player exits. My good friends,

I’ll leave you till night. You are welcome to Elsinore.

ROSENCRANTZ Good my lord.

HAMLET

Ay, so, good-bye to you.575

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern exit.

Now I am alone.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Is it not monstrous that this player here,

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit580

That from her working all his visage wanned,

Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,

A broken voice, and his whole function suiting

With forms to his conceit—and all for nothing!

For Hecuba!585

What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

That he should weep for her? What would he do

Had he the motive and the cue for passion

That I have? He would drown the stage with tears

And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,590

Make mad the guilty and appall the free,

Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed

The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak

Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,595

And can say nothing—no, not for a king

Upon whose property and most dear life

A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward?

Who calls me “villain”? breaks my pate across?

Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?600

Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i’ th’ throat

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this?

Ha! ’Swounds, I should take it! For it cannot be

But I am pigeon-livered and lack gall

To make oppression bitter, or ere this605

I should have fatted all the region kites

With this slave’s offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless

villain!

O vengeance!610

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,

That I, the son of a dear father murdered,

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,615

A stallion! Fie upon ’t! Foh!

About, my brains!—Hum, I have heard

That guilty creatures sitting at a play

Have, by the very cunning of the scene,

Been struck so to the soul that presently620

They have proclaimed their malefactions;

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak

With most miraculous organ. I’ll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father

Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;625

I’ll tent him to the quick. If he do blench,

I know my course. The spirit that I have seen

May be a devil, and the devil hath power

T’ assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps,

Out of my weakness and my melancholy,630

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.

He exits.

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