1. C.
A pickaxe, and a spade, a spade,
[sings.
for—and a shrowding sheet:
o, a pit of clay for to be made
for such a guest is meet.
[throws up another Scull.
Ham.
There's another: Why may not note that be the scull
of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities note now, his quillities, note
his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer
this rude knave note now to knock him about the sconce
with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him of his action note
of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a great
buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his
fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries: Is this the note fine
of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have
his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers note vouch
him no more of his purchases, and double ones too, than
the note length and breadth of a pair of indentures? the very
conveyances of his lands note will hardly lye in this box;
and must the inheritor himself have no more? ha?
Hor.
Not a jot more, my lord.
Ham.
Is not parchment made of sheep-skins?
Hor.
Ay, my lord, and of calves-skins too.
Ham.
They are sheep, and calves, which seek note out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow:—Whose
grave's this, sirrah? note
1. C.
Mine, sir.—
O, a note pit of clay for to be made note—
[sings.
-- 116 --
Ham.
I think, it be thine note, indeed; for thou ly'st in't.
1. C.
You lie out on't, sir; and, therefore, it is not
yours: for my part, I do not lie in't, yet note it is mine.
Ham.
Thou dost lie in't, to be in't, and say, it is thine:
'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore, thou ly'st.
1. C.
'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away note again, from
me to you.
Ham.
What man dost thou dig it for?
1. C.
For no man, sir.
Ham.
What woman then?
1. C.
For none neither.
Ham.
Who is to be bury'd in't?
1. C.
One, that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul,
she's dead.
Ham.
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by
the card, or equivocation will undo us. note By the lord, Horatio,
these three years14Q1474 I have taken note note of it; the age
is grown so picked, that the note toe of the peasant comes so
near the heel note of the courtier note, he galls his kybe.—How
long hast thou been a grave-maker?
1. C.
Of all the note days i' the year, I came to't that day
that our last king Hamlet overcame note Fortinbras.
Ham.
How long is that since?
1. C.
Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that:
It was that very note day that young Hamlet was born; he
that is mad, note and sent into England.
Ham.
Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?
1. C.
Why, because he was mad: he shall note recover his
wits there; or, if he do not, 'tis note no great matter there.
Ham.
Why?
1. C.
'Twill not be seen in him there; there the men note
are as mad as he.
-- 117 --
Ham.
How came he mad?
1. C.
Very strangely, they say.
Ham.
How strangely?
1. C.
'Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
Ham.
Upon what ground?
1. C.
Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, note
man, and boy, thirty years.
Ham.
How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot?
1. C.
'Faith, note if he be not rotten before he die, (as we
have many pocky coarses now-a-days, note that will scarce
hold the laying in) he will note last you some eight year, or
nine year: a tanner will last you nine year. note
Ham.
Why he more than another?
1. C.
Why, sir, his hide is so tan'd with his trade,
that he will keep out water a great while; and your water
is a sore decayer of your whorson dead body. Here's
† a scull now hath lain you i' the earth twenty three
years. note
Ham.
Whose was it?
1. C.
A whorson mad fellow's it was; Whose do you
think it was?
Ham.
Nay, I know not.
1. C.
A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! he pour'd
a flagon of rhenish on my head once: This same scull,
sir, note was sir Yorick's note scull, the king's jester.
Ham.
This?
[takes the Scull.
1. C.
E'en that.
Ham.
Alas note, poor Yorick!—I knew him, Horatio; a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath born
me note on his back a thousand times; and now note, how abhorr'd
in my imagination it note is! my gorge rises at it.
Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how
-- 118 --
oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your
songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set
the table on a roar? not one note now, to mock your own
grinning? note quite chap-faln? Now get you to my lady's
chamber, note and tell her, Let her paint an inch thick, to
this favour she must come; make her laugh note at that.—
Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Hor.
What's that, my lord?
Ham.
Dost thou think, Alexander look'd o' this fashion
i' the earth?
Hor.
E'en so.
Ham.
And smelt so? pah!
[throws it down.
Hor.
E'en so, my lord.
Ham.
To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why
may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander,
'till he find it stopping a bung-hole?
Hor.
'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.
Ham.
No, 'faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither
with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As
thus, note—Alexander dy'd, Alexander was bury'd, Alexander
returneth note to dust; the dust is earth; of earth we make
lome; And why of that lome, whereto he was converted,
might they not stop a beer-barrel?
Imperial note Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel note the winter's note flaw!
But, soft, but soft, aside; note here comes the king,
Enter Priests, &c. in solemn Procession,
a Coffin following: Laertes, and Mourners, after it;
King, Queen, their Trains, &c.
The queen, the courtiers; Who is this they note follow?
-- 119 --
And with such maimed rites! note This doth betoken,
The coarse, they follow, did with desperate hand
Fore-do it's own note life: 'Twas of note some estate:
Couch we a while, and mark.
[retiring with Horatio.
Lae.
What ceremony else?
[to the Priests.
Ham.
That is Laertes,
[to Horatio.
A very noble youth: Mark. note
Lae.
What ceremony else?
1. P.
Her note obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
As we have warranty: note Her death was doubtful;
And, but that great command o'er-sways the order,
She should in ground unsanctify'd have lodg'd note,
'Till the last trumpet; for charitable prayers, note
Shards, note flints, and pebbles, should be thrown on her:
Yet here14Q1475 she is allow'd her virgin rites, note
Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home
Of bell and burial.
Lae.
Must there no more be done?
1. P.
No note more be done;
We should prophane the service of the dead,
To sing a requiem note and such rest to her
As to peace-parted souls.
Lae.
Lay her i' the earth:—
[Coffin lay'd in.
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!—I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministring angel shall my sister be,
When thou ly'st howling.
Ham.
What, the fair Ophelia!
Que.
Sweets to the sweet: [strewing Flowers.] Farewell!
I hop'd, thou should'st have been my Hamlet's wife;
I thought, thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
-- 120 --
And not have note strew'd thy grave.
Lae.
O, treble woe note
Fall ten times treble on note that cursed head,
Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
Depriv'd thee of!—Hold off the earth a while,
'Till I have caught her once more in mine arms:
[leaps into the Grave.
Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead;
'Till of this flat a mountain you have made,
To o'er-top old Pelion, or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.
Ham.
What is he, [advancing.] whose grief note
Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures note the wandring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? this is I note,
Hamlet the Dane.
[leaps too in the Grave.
Lae.
The devil take thy soul!
[grappling with him.
Ham.
Thou pray'st not well.
I pr'ythee, take thy fingers from my throat;
For, though note I am not splenitive and note rash,
Yet have I in me something note dangerous,
Which let thy wisdom fear: Hold off thy note hand.
Kin.
Pluck them asunder.
Que.
Hamlet, Hamlet!
Att.
Gentlemen, note—
[the Attendants part them.
Hor.
Good my note lord, be quiet.
[to Hamlet.
[they come out of the Grave.
Ham.
Why, I will fight with him upon this theme,
Until my eye-lids will no longer wag.
Que.
O my son, what theme?
Ham.
I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
Could not with all their quantity note of love
-- 121 --
Make up my sum.—What wilt thou do for her?
Kin.
O, he is mad, Laertes.
Que.
For love of God, forbear him.
Ham.
—'Zounds, show note me what thou't do:
Wou't weep? wou't fight? wou't fast? note wou't tear thyself?
Wou't drink up Elsil? note note14Q1476 eat a crocodile?
I'll do't. Dost thou come note here to note whine?
To out-face me with leaping in her grave?
Be bury'd quick with her; and so will I:
And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
Millions of acres on us; 'till our ground,
Sindging his pate against the burning zone,
Make Ossa like a wart: Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
I'll rant as well as thou.
Que.
This is note meer madness:
And thus a note while the fit will work on him;
Anon14Q1477, as patient as the female dove, note
When that her golden couplets note are disclos'd,
His silence will sit drooping.
Ham.
Hear you, sir;
What is the reason that you use me thus?
I lov'd you ever: But note it is no matter;
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog note will have his day.
[Exit Hamlet.
Kin.
I pray thee, good note Horatio, wait upon him—
[Exit Horatio.
Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech;
We'll put the matter to the present push.—
Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.—
[Exit Queen, &c.
This grave shall have a living monument:
-- 122 --
An hour of quiet thereby shall note we see;
'Till then in patience our proceeding be.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
The same. A Hall in the Castle.
Enter Hamlet, and Horatio.
Ham.
So much for this, sir: now shall you see note the other;—
You do remember all the circumstance?
Hor.
Remember it, my lord!
Ham.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting,
That would not let me sleep; methought note, I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. note Rashness note
(And prais'd note be rashness for it!) lets us know,
Our indiscretion sometime note serves us note well,
When our deep plots do fail: note note and that should teach us note,
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.
Hor.
That is most certain.
Ham.
Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarft about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;
Finger'd their packet; and, in fine, withdrew
To mine own room again: making so bold,
My fears note forgetting manners, to unseal note
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,
A royal note knavery; an exact command,—
Larded with many several sorts of reasons, note
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
With, ho, such bugs and goblins in my life,—
That, on the supervize, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be strook off.
-- 123 --
Hor.
Is't possible?
Ham.
Here's the &dagger2; commission; read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear now how note I did proceed?
Hor.
Ay, 'beseech you.
Ham.
Being thus benetted14Q1478 round with villanies, note—
Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
They had begun the play;—I sat note me down;
Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair:
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service: Wilt thou know
The effect note of what I wrote?
Hor.
Ay, good my lord.
Ham.
An earnest conjuration from the king,—
As England was his faithful tributary;
As love between them like the palm might flourish note;
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear,
And stand a commere note14Q1479 'tween their amities;
And many such like as's of note great charge,—
That, on the view and knowing of note these contents,
Without debatement further, more, or less,
He should the bearers note put to sudden death,
Not shriving time allow'd.
Hor.
How was this seal'd?
Ham.
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant; note
I had my father's signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish seal:
I folded the writ up in form note of the other;
Subscrib'd note it; gav't the note impression; plac'd it safely,
The changeling never known: Now, the next day
-- 124 --
Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent note
Thou know'st already.
Hor.
So Guildenstern and Rosincrantz go to't.
Ham.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment; note
They are not near my conscience; their defeat note
Does note by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous, when the note baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
Hor.
Why, what a king is this!
Ham.
Does it not, think thee, note stand me now upon?
He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother;
Popt in between the election and my hopes;
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cous'nage; is't not perfect conscience,
To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, note
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil.
Hor.
It must be shortly known to him from England,
What is the issue of the business there.
Ham.
It will be short: the interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say, one.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself;
For by the image of my cause I see
The portraiture of his: I'll court note his favours:
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Hor.
Peace; who comes here?
Enter Osrick, a Courtier.
Osr.
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
-- 125 --
Ham.
I humbly thank you, sir.—&clquo;Dost know this water-fly?&crquo;
&clquo;Hor.
&clquo;No, my good lord.&crquo;
&clquo;Ham.
&clquo;Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
vice, to know him: He hath much land, and fertil:
let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand
at the king's mess: 'tis a cough; note but, as I say, spacious note
in the possession of dirt&crquo;
Osr.
Sweet lord, if your lordship note were at leisure, I
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
Ham.
I will receive it, sir, note with all diligence of spirit:
Your note bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head.
Osr.
I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot.
Ham.
No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.
Osr.
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
Ham.
But yet, methinks note, it is very sultry and hot; or
my complexion—14Q1480
Osr.
Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as't
were; I cannot tell how. My note lord, his majesty bad me
signify to you, note that he has lay'd a great wager on your
head: Sir, this is the matter;—
Ham.
I beseech you, remember.
Osr.
Nay, good my lord; for my ease note, in good faith.
Sir, note here is newly come to court, Laertes: believe me,
an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences,
of very soft society, and great showing: Indeed, to speak
feelingly note of him, he is the very card or kalendar of gentry;
for you shall find in him the continent of what part
a gentleman would see.
Ham.
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you;—
though, I know, to divide him inventorially, would dizzy
-- 126 --
the arithmetick of memory;—and yet but raw neither,
in respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of
extolment, I take him to be a soul of great note article; and
his infusion of such dearth and rareness, as, to make true
diction of him, his semblable is his mirror; and, who
else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
Osr.
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
Ham.
The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the
gentleman in our more rawer breath?
Osr.
Sir?
&clquo;Hor.
&clquo;Is't not possible to understand in another
tongue?—You will do't, sir, rarely. note&crquo;
[to Hamlet.
Ham.
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
Osr.
Of Laertes?
&clquo;Hor.
&clquo;His purse is empty already; all's golden
words note are spent.&crquo;
Ham.
Of him, sir?
Osr.
I know, you are not ignorant—
Ham.
I would, you did, sir;—yet, in faith, if you did,
it would not much approve me:—Well, sir.
Osr.
—You are not ignorant note of what excellence Laertes
is:
Ham.
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare
with him in excellence; for, to note know a man well, were
to know himself.
Osr.
I mean, sir,14Q1481 for his note weapon; but in the imputation
lay'd on him by them: in this meed note he's unfellow'd.
Ham.
What's his weapon?
Osr.
Rapier and dagger.
Ham.
That's two of his weapons: but, well.
-- 127 --
Osr.
The king, sir note, has wager'd with him six Barbary
horses: against the which he has note impon'd note, as I take it,
six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle,
hanger, and so; note three of the carriages, in faith, are
very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most delicate
carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
Ham.
What call you the carriages?
&clquo;Hor.
&clquo;I knew, you must be edify'd by the margent, note
ere you had done.&crquo;
[to Hamlet.
Osr.
The carriages note, sir, are the hangers.
Ham.
The phrase would be more germane note to the matter,
if we could carry a note cannon by our sides; I would,
it might be note hangers 'till then. But, on: Six Barbary horses,
against six French swords, their assigns, and three liberal-conceited
carriages; that's the French bet note against the
Danish; Why is this impon'd, as you note call it?
Osr.
The king, sir, hath lay'd, that note, in a dozen passes
between yourself and note him, he shall not exceed you three
hits: he hath lay'd on twelve for nine; and it would note
come to immediate trial, if your lordship would vouchsafe
the answer.
Ham.
How if I answer, no?
Osr.
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person
in trial.
Ham.
Sir, I will walk here in the hall; if it please his
majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me, let the
foils be brought: the gentleman willing, and the king
holding his purpose, I will win for him, an I note can; if not,
I will note gain nothing but my shame, and the odd hits.
Osr.
Shall I deliver you so? note
Ham.
To that effect, sir; after what flourish your nature
will.
-- 128 --
Osr.
I commend my duty to your lordship.
Ham.
Yours note, yours.—[Exit Osrick.] He does well,
to commend it himself; there are no tongues note else for's note
turn.
Hor.
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his
head.
Ham.
He did compliment note14Q1482 with his dug, before he note
suck'd it. Thus has he note (and many more note of the same
breed, note that, I know, the drossy age dotes on) only got
the tune of the time, an outward note habit note of encounter; a
kind of yesty note collection, that carries them through and
through the most fan'd note and note winnow'd note opinions; and, do
but blow them to their trial note, the bubbles are out.
Enter another Courtier. note
Cou.
My lord, his majesty commended him to you
by young Osrick, who brings back to him, that you attend
him in the hall: he sends to know, if your pleasure
hold to play with Laertes, or that you will take longer
time.
Ham.
I am constant to my purposes, they follow the
king's pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready;
now, or whensoever, provided I be so able as now.
Cou.
The king, and queen, and all are coming down.
Ham.
In happy time.
Cou.
The queen desires you, to use some gentle entertainment
to Laertes, before you fall to note play.
Ham.
She well instructs me.
[Exit Courtier.
Hor.
You will lose this wager note, my lord.
Ham.
I do not think so; since he went into France, I
have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. note
Thou would'st not think, how ill all's here note about my
heart: but it is no matter.
-- 129 --
Hor.
Nay, good my lord,—
Ham.
It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of 'gain-giving note,
as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.
Hor.
If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I note will
forestal note their repair hither, and say, you are not fit.
Ham.
Not a whit, we defy augury; there is special note
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, note 'tis
not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it
be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: Since
no man, of ought he leaves, knows, what is't note to leave
betimes? Let be note.
Enter King, Queen, Laertes, Lords, Osrick, and Others; Attendants with Foils, &c.
Kin.
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this † hand from me.
Ham.
Give me your pardon, sir: I have done you wrong;
But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows,
And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
With sore note distraction: What I have done,
That might your nature note, honour, and exception,
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet:
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who does it then? His madness: If't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. note
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
-- 130 --
That I have shot my arrow note o'er the house,
And hurt my brother. note
Lae.
I am satisfy'd in nature,
Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
To my revenge: but in my terms of honour
I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement,
'Till by some elder masters, of known honour,
I have a voice and precedent note of peace,
To keep my note name ungor'd: But, 'till that note time,
I do receive your offer'd love like love,
And will not wrong it.
Ham.
I embrace note it freely;
And will this brother's wager frankly play.—
Give us the foils; come on. note
Lae.
Come, one for me.
Ham.
I'll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ignorance
Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest note night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
Lae.
You mock me, sir.
Ham.
No, by this † hand.
Kin.
Give them note the foils, young Osrick note.—Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
Ham.
Very well, my lord: note
Your grace hath note lay'd the odds o' the weaker side.
Kin.
I do not fear it; I have seen you both:—
But since he is better'd, note you have note therefore odds.14Q1483
[they prepare to play.
Lae.
This is too heavy, let me see another.
Ham.
This likes me well: These foils have all a length?
Osr.
Ay, my good lord.
Enter Attendants, with Wine.
-- 131 --
Kin.
Set me the stoops of wine upon that table: note—
If Hamlet give the first, or second, hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ord'nance fire;
The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath;
And in the cup an union shall note he throw,
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn: Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet note speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens note, the heaven to earth,
Now the king drinks to Hamlet.—Come, begin;—
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
Ham.
Come on, sir.
Lae.
Come, my lord. note
[A Flourish. They play.
Ham.
One.
Lae.
No.
Ham.
Judgment?
Osr.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Lae.
Well, again.
Kin.
Stay, give me drink:—Hamlet, this † pearl is thine;
Here's to thy health.—
[drinks, and puts Poison in the Cup.
Give him the cup.
[Flourish. Ordinance within.
Ham.
I'll play this bout first, set it by note a while.—
Come. [play.] Another hit; What say you?
Lae.
I do confess't. note
Kin.
Our son shall win.
Que.
He's fat, and scant of breath.—
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, note rub thy brows:
The queen carowses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham.
Thank you, good madam.
-- 132 --
Kin.
Gertrude, do not drink.
Que.
I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.
[drinks, and tenders the Cup to Hamlet.
&clquo;Kin.
&clquo;It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.&crquo;
Ham.
I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.
Que.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
Lae.
My lord, I'll hit him now.
Kin.
I do not think't.
&clquo;Lae.
&clquo;And yet it is almost against note my conscience.&crquo;
Ham.
Come, for the third:—Laertes, you but note dally;
I pray you, pass with your best violence;
I am afeard, you note make a wanton of me.
Lae.
Say you so? come on.
[they play.
Osr.
Nothing neither way.
Lae.
Have at you now.
[play again.
Laertes wounds Hamlet: a Scuffle ensues; they change
Rapiers, and Hamlet wounds Laertes.
Kin.
Part them, they are incens'd.
Ham.
Nay, come again.
[Queen falls.
Osr.
Look to the queen there, ho!
Hor.
They bleed on both sides:—
How is't, my lord?
Osr.
How is't, Laertes?
Lae.
Why, as a woodcock to my own note sprindge, Osrick;
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Ham.
How does the queen?
Kin.
She swoons note to see them bleed.
Que.
No, no, the drink, the drink,—O my dear Hamlet!—
The drink, the drink; I am poison'd!
[dies.
Ham.
O villany!—Ho note! let the door be lock'd:
Treachery! seek it out.
[Laertes falls.
-- 133 --
Lae.
It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou note art slain;
No med'cine note in the world can do thee good,
In thee there is not half an hour's life; note
The treacherous instrument is in note thy hand,
Unbated, and envenom'd: the foul practice
Hath turn'd itself on me; lo, here I lye,
Never to rise again: Thy mother's poison'd;
I can no note more; the king, the king's to blame.
Ham.
The point envenom'd too!—
Then, venom, to thy work.
[stabs the King.
Att.
Treason! treason!
Kin.
O, yet defend me, friends, I am but hurt.
Ham.
Here note, thou incestuous, murd'rous note, damned Dane,
Drink off this † potion:14Q1484 Is the union here? note
Follow my mother.
[King dies.
Lae.
He is justly serv'd;
It is a poison temper'd by himself.—
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee;
Nor thine on me!
[Laertes dies.
Ham.
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.—
I am dead, Horatio:—Wretched queen, adieu!—
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this note act,
Had I but time, (as this fell serjeant, death,
Is strict in his arrest) o, I could tell you,—
But let it be:—Horatio, I am dead;
Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright note
To the unsatisfy'd.
Hor.
Never believe it;
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,
Here's yet some liquor left.
-- 134 --
Ham.
As thou'rt a man,—
Give me the cup; let go; by heaven, I'll ha't. note—
O God!—Horatio note,14Q1485, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live note behind me?
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity a while,
[Firings within.
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.—What warlike noise is this?
Osr.
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To note the embassadors of England gives
This warlike volly.
Ham.
O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crows note my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England:
But I do prophesy, the election lights
On Fortinbras; he has my dying voice;
So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,
Which have sollicited,—The rest is silence. note
[sinks, and dies.
Hor.
Now cracks note a noble heart:—Good night, sweet prince;
And flights note of angels sing thee to thy rest!—
Why does the drum come hither?
[March within.
Enter Fortinbras, the Embassadors, and Others.
For.
Where is this sight?
Hor.
What is it, you would note see?
If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
For.
This note quarry cries on havock:14Q1486—O proud death,
What feast is toward in thine eternal note cell,
That thou so many princes, at a shot, note
So bloodily hast strook?
-- 135 --
1. E.
The sight is dismal;
And our affairs from England come too late:
The ears are senseless, that should give us hearing,
To tell him, his commandment is fulfil'd,
That Rosincrantz and Guildenstern note are dead:
Where should we have our thanks?
Hor.
Not from his † mouth,
Had it the ability of life to thank you;
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack note wars, and you from England
Are here arriv'd, give order, that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view;
And let me speak, to the yet note unknowing world,
How these things came about: So shall you hear
Of cruel, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause note;
And, in this up-shot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I
Truly deliver.
For.
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblesse note note to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune;
I have some rights note of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to note claim my vantage doth invite me.
Hor.
Of that I shall have also cause note to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more note:
But let this same be presently perform'd,
Even while note men's minds are wild; lest more mischance,
On plots, and errors, happen.
For.
Let four captains
-- 136 --
Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov'd most royally: note and, for his passage,
The soldiers' musick, and the right note of war,
Speak loudly for him.—
Take up the bodies: note—Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows note much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
[A dead March.
Exeunt solemnly, bearing off the Bodies; after which,
a Peal of Ordinance is shot off.
