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The 'long s' has been converted, but none of +the original spelling has been modified. Text which was centred +has been indented eight spaces from the left margin. Right +justified text is indifferently aligned in the original text; here +all right justified text is aligned to the right-hand margin. +The horizontal and vertical indentation of lines reflects the +original text. + +Italics are indicated by underscores, and punctuation has not +been included inside the italics except for periods which indicate +an abbreviation, or when an entire sentence is italicised. + +There is a macron over an 'e' on the last line of E3v, which has +been rendered as 'ê' in this transcription.] + + + + + +THE [TP] +Tragicall Historie of +HAMLET +_Prince of Denmarke_ + +By William Shake-speare. + + +As it hath beene diuerse times acted by his Highnesse ser- +uants in the Cittie of London: as also in the two V- +niuersities of Cambridge and Oxford, and else-where + +[Illustration] + +At London printed for N.L. and Iohn Trundell. +1603. + [TPv] + +[Illustration] [B1] + +The Tragicall Historie of +HAMLET +Prince of Denmarke. + + + _Enter two Centinels._ + +1. Stand: who is that? +2. T'is I. +1. O you come most carefully vpon your watch, +2. And if you meet _Marcellus_ and _Horatio_, +The partners of my watch, bid them make haste. +1. I will: See who goes there. + _Enter Horatio and Marcellus._ +_Hor._ Friends to this ground. +_Mar._ And leegemen to the Dane, +O farewell honest souldier, who hath releeued you? +1. _Barnardo_ hath my place, giue you goodnight. +_Mar._ Holla, _Barnardo_. +2. Say, is _Horatio_ there? +_Hor._ A peece of him. +2. Welcome _Horatio_, welcome good _Marcellus_. +_Mar._ What hath this thing appear'd againe to night. +2. I haue seene nothing. +_Mar._ _Horatio_ says tis but our fantasie, +And wil not let beliefe take hold of him, +Touching this dreaded sight twice seene by vs, +Therefore I haue intreated him a long with vs [B1v] +To watch the minutes of this night, +That if againe this apparition come, +He may approoue our eyes, and speake to it. + _Hor._ Tut, t'will not appeare. + 2. Sit downe I pray, and let vs once againe +Assaile your eares that are so fortified, +What we haue two nights seene. + _Hor._ Wel, sit we downe, and let vs heare _Bernardo_ speake +of this. + 2. Last night of al, when yonder starre that's west- +ward from the pole, had made his course to +Illumine that part of heauen. Where now it burnes, +The bell then towling one. + + _Enter Ghost._ + + _Mar._ Breake off your talke, see where it comes againe. + 2. In the same figure like the King that's dead, + _Mar._ Thou art a scholler, speake to it H_oratio_. + 2. Lookes it not like the king? + _Hor._ Most like, it horrors mee with feare and wonder. + 2. It would be spoke to. + _Mar._ Question it H_oratio_. + _Hor._ What art thou that thus vsurps the state, in +Which the Maiestie of buried _Denmarke_ did sometimes +Walke? By heauen I charge thee speake. + _Mar._ It is offended. _exit Ghost._ + 2. See, it stalkes away. + _Hor._ Stay, speake, speake, by heauen I charge thee +speake. + _Mar._ Tis gone and makes no answer. + 2. How now H_oratio_, you tremble and looke pale, +Is not this something more than fantasie? +What thinke you on't? + _Hor._ Afore my God, I might not this beleeue, without +the sensible and true auouch of my owne eyes. + _Mar._ Is it not like the King? [B2] + _Hor._ As thou art to thy selfe, +Such was the very armor he had on, +When he the ambitious _Norway_ combated. +So frownd he once, when in an angry parle +He smot the sleaded pollax on the yce, +Tis strange. + _Mar._ Thus twice before, and iump at this dead hower, +With Marshall stalke he passed through our watch. + _Hor._ In what particular to worke, I know not, +But in the thought and scope of my opinion, +This bodes some strange eruption to the state. + _Mar._ Good, now sit downe, and tell me he that knowes +Why this same strikt and most obseruant watch, +So nightly toyles the subiect of the land, +And why such dayly cost of brazen Cannon +And forraine marte, for implements of warre, +Why such impresse of ship-writes, whose sore taske +Does not diuide the sunday from the weeke: +What might be toward that this sweaty march +Doth make the night ioynt labourer with the day, +Who is't that can informe me? + _Hor._ Mary that can I, at least the whisper goes so, +Our late King, who as you know was by Forten- +Brasse of _Norway_, +Thereto prickt on by a most emulous cause, dared to +The combate, in which our valiant H_amlet_, +For so this side of our knowne world esteemed him, +Did slay this Fortenbrasse, +Who by a seale compact well ratified, by law +And heraldrie, did forfeit with his life all those +His lands which he stoode seazed of by the conqueror, +Against the which a moity competent, +Was gaged by our King: +Now sir, yong Fortenbrasse, +Of inapproued mettle hot and full, +Hath in the skirts of _Norway_ here and there, [B2v] +Sharkt vp a sight of lawlesse Resolutes +For food and diet to some enterprise, +That hath a stomacke in't: and this (I take it) is the +Chiefe head and ground of this our watch. + _Enter the Ghost._ +But loe, behold, see where it comes againe, +Ile crosse it, though it blast me: stay illusion, +If there be any good thing to be done, +That may doe ease to thee, and grace to mee. +Speake to mee. +If thou art priuy to thy countries fate, +Which happly foreknowing may preuent, O speake to me, +Or if thou hast extorted in thy life, +Or hoorded treasure in the wombe of earth, +For which they say you Spirites oft walke in death, speake +to me, stay and speake, speake, stoppe it _Marcellus_. + 2. Tis heere. _exit Ghost._ + H_or._ Tis heere. + _Marc._ Tis gone, O we doe it wrong, being so maiesti- +call, to offer it the shew of violence, +For it is as the ayre invelmorable, +And our vaine blowes malitious mockery. + 2. It was about to speake when the Cocke crew. + H_or._ And then it faded like a guilty thing, +Vpon a fearefull summons: I haue heard +The Cocke, that is the trumpet to the morning, +Doth with his earely and shrill crowing throate, +Awake the god of day, and at his sound, +Whether in earth or ayre, in sea or fire, +The strauagant and erring spirite hies +To his confines, and of the trueth heereof +This present obiect made probation. + _Marc._ It faded on the crowing of the Cocke, +Some say, that euer gainst that season comes, +Wherein our Sauiours birth is celebrated, +The bird of dawning singeth all night long, [B3] +And then they say, no spirite dare walke abroade, +The nights are wholesome, then no planet frikes, +No Fairie takes, nor Witch hath powre to charme, +So gratious, and so hallowed is that time. + H_or._ So haue I heard, and doe in parte beleeue it: +But see the Sunne in russet mantle clad, +Walkes ore the deaw of yon hie mountaine top, +Breake we our watch vp, and by my aduise, +Let vs impart what wee haue seene to night +Vnto yong H_amlet_: for vpon my life +This Spirite dumbe to vs will speake to him: +Do you consent, wee shall acquaint him with it, +As needefull in our loue, fitting our duetie? + _Marc._ Lets doo't I pray, and I this morning know, +Where we shall finde him most conueniently. + + _Enter King, Queene,_ H_amlet, Leartes, Corambis, + and the two Ambassadors, with Attendants._ + + _King_ Lordes, we here haue writ to _Fortenbrasse_, +Nephew to olde _Norway_, who impudent +And bed-rid, scarely heares of this his +Nephews purpose: and Wee heere dispatch +Yong good _Cornelia_, and you _Voltemar_ +For bearers of these greetings to olde +_Norway_, giuing to you no further personall power +To businesse with the King, +Then those related articles do shew: +Farewell, and let your haste commend your dutie. + _Gent._ In this and all things will wee shew our dutie. + _King._ Wee doubt nothing, hartily farewel: +And now _Leartes_; what's the news with you? +You said you had a sute what i'st _Leartes_? + _Lea._ My gratious Lord, your fauorable licence, +Now that the funerall rites are all performed, +I may haue leaue to go againe to _France_, [B3v] +For though the fauour of your grace might stay mee, +Yet something is there whispers in my hart, +Which makes my minde and spirits bend all for _France_. + _King_ Haue you your fathers leaue, _Leartes_? + _Cor._ He hath, my lord, wrung from me a forced graunt, +And I beseech you grant your Highnesse leaue. + _King_ With all our heart, _Leartes_ fare thee well. + _Lear._ I in all loue and dutie take my leaue. + _King._ And now princely Sonne _Hamlet_, _Exit._ +What meanes these sad and melancholy moodes? +For your intent going to _Wittenberg_, +Wee hold it most vnmeet and vnconuenient, +Being the Ioy and halfe heart of your mother. +Therefore let mee intreat you stay in Court, +All _Denmarkes_ hope our coosin and dearest Sonne. + _Ham._ My lord, ti's not the sable sute I weare: +No nor the teares that still stand in my eyes, +Nor the distracted hauiour in the visage, +Nor all together mixt with outward semblance, +Is equall to the sorrow of my heart, +Him haue I lost I must of force forgoe, +These but the ornaments and sutes of woe. + _King_ This shewes a louing care in you, Sonne _Hamlet_, +But you must thinke your father lost a father, +That father dead, lost his, and so shalbe vntill the +Generall ending. Therefore cease laments, +It is a fault gainst heauen, fault gainst the dead, +A fault gainst nature, and in reasons +Common course most certaine, +None liues on earth, but hee is borne to die. + _Que._ Let not thy mother loose her praiers H_amlet_, +Stay here with vs, go not to _Wittenberg_. + _Ham._ I shall in all my best obay you madam. + _King_ Spoke like a kinde and a most louing Sonne, +And there's no health the King shall drinke to day, +But the great Canon to the clowdes shall tell [B4] +The rowse the King shall drinke vnto Prince H_amlet_ + _Exeunt all but_ H_amlet._ +_Ham._ O that this too much grieu'd and sallied flesh +Would melt to nothing, or that the vniuersall +Globe of heauen would turne al to a Chaos! +O God, within two months; no not two: married, +Mine vncle: O let me not thinke of it, +My fathers brother: but no more like +My father, then I to _Hercules_. +Within two months, ere yet the salt of most +Vnrighteous teares had left their flushing +In her galled eyes: she married, O God, a beast +Deuoyd of reason would not haue made +Such speede: Frailtie, thy name is Woman, +Why she would hang on him, as if increase +Of appetite had growne by what it looked on. +O wicked wicked speede, to make such +Dexteritie to incestuous sheetes, +Ere yet the shooes were olde, +The which she followed my dead fathers corse +Like _Nyobe_, all teares: married, well it is not, +Nor it cannot come to good: +But breake my heart, for I must holde my tongue. + _Enter_ Horatio _and_ Marcellus. + _Hor._ Health to your Lordship. + _Ham._ I am very glad to see you, (Horatio) or I much +forget my selfe. + _Hor._ The same my Lord, and your poore seruant euer. + _Ham._ O my good friend, I change that name with you: +but what make you from _Wittenberg_ H_oratio_? +_Marcellus_. + _Marc._ My good Lord. + _Ham._ I am very glad to see you, good euen sirs; +But what is your affaire in _Elsenoure_? +Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart. + _Hor._ A trowant disposition, my good Lord. [B4v] + _Ham._ Nor shall you make mee truster +Of your owne report against your selfe: +Sir, I know you are no trowant: +But what is your affaire in _Elsenoure_? + _Hor._ My good Lord, I came to see your fathers funerall. + _Ham._ O I pre thee do not mocke mee fellow studient, +I thinke it was to see my mothers wedding. + _Hor._ Indeede my Lord, it followed hard vpon. + _Ham._ Thrift, thrift, H_oratio_, the funerall bak't meates +Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables, +Would I had met my deerest foe in heauen +Ere euer I had seene that day _Horatio_; +O my father, my father, me thinks I see my father. + _Hor._ Where my Lord? + _Ham._ Why, in my mindes eye H_oratio_. + _Hor._ I saw him once, he was a gallant King. + _Ham._ He was a man, take him for all in all, +I shall not looke vpon his like againe. + _Hor._ My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight, + _Ham._ Saw, who? + _Hor._ My Lord, the King your father. + _Ham._ Ha, ha, the King my father ke you. + _Hor._ Ceasen your admiration for a while +With an attentiue eare, till I may deliuer, +Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen +This wonder to you. + _Ham._ For Gods loue let me heare it. + _Hor._ Two nights together had these Gentlemen, +_Marcellus_ and _Bernardo_, on their watch +In the dead vast and middle of the night. +Beene thus incountered by a figure like your father, +Armed to poynt, exactly _Capapea_ +Appeeres before them thrise, he walkes +Before their weake and feare oppressed eies +Within his tronchions length, +While they distilled almost to gelly. [C1] +With the act of feare stands dumbe, +And speake not to him: this to mee +In dreadfull secresie impart they did. +And I with them the third night kept the watch, +Where as they had delivered forme of the thing. +Each part made true and good, +The Apparition comes: I knew your father, +These handes are not more like. + _Ham._ Tis very strange. + _Hor._ As I do liue, my honord lord, tis true, +And wee did thinke it right done, +In our dutie to let you know it. + _Ham._ Where was this? + _Mar._ My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watched. + _Ham._ Did you not speake to it? + _Hor._ My Lord we did, but answere made it none, +Yet once me thought it was about to speake, +And lifted vp his head to motion, +Like as he would speake, but euen then +The morning cocke crew lowd, and in all haste, +It shruncke in haste away, and vanished +Our sight. + _Ham._ Indeed, indeed sirs, but this troubles me. +Hold you the watch to night? + _All_ We do my Lord. + _Ham._ Armed say ye? + _All_ Armed my good Lord. + _Ham._ From top to toe? + _All._ My good Lord, from head to foote. + _Ham._ Why then saw you not his face? + _Hor._ O yes my Lord, he wore his beuer vp. + _Ham._ How look't he, frowningly? + _Hor._ A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. + _Ham._ Pale, or red? + _Hor._ Nay, verie pal + _Ham._ And fixt his eies vpon you. [C1v] + _Hor._ Most constantly. + _Ham._ I would I had beene there. + _Hor._ It would a much amazed you. + _Ham._ Yea very like, very like, staid it long? + _Hor._ While one with moderate pace +Might tell a hundred. + _Mar._ O longer, longer. + _Ham._ His beard was grisleld, no. + _Hor._ It was as I haue seene it in his life, +A sable siluer. + _Ham._ I wil watch to night, perchance t'wil walke againe. + _Hor._ I warrant it will. + _Ham._ If it assume my noble fathers person, +Ile speake to it, if hell it selfe should gape, +And bid me hold my peace, Gentlemen, +If you haue hither consealed this sight, +Let it be tenible in your silence still, +And whatsoeuer else shall chance to night, +Giue it an vnderstanding, but no tongue, +I will requit your loues, so fare you well, +Vpon the platforme, twixt eleuen and twelue, +Ile visit you. + _All._ Our duties to your honor. _exeunt_. + _Ham._ O your loues, your loues, as mine to you. +Farewell, my fathers spirit in Armes, +Well, all's not well. I doubt some foule play, +Would the night were come, +Till then, sit still my soule, foule deeds will rise +Though all the world orewhelme them to mens eies. _Exit_. + _Enter Leartes_ and _Ofelia_. + _Leart._ My necessaries are inbarkt, I must aboord, +But ere I part, marke what I say to thee: +I see Prince _Hamlet_ makes a shew of loue +Beware _Ofelia_, do not trust his vowes, +Perhaps he loues you now, and now his tongue, +Speakes from his heart, but yet take heed my sister, [C2] +The Chariest maide is prodigall enough, +If she vnmaske hir beautie to the Moone. +Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious thoughts, +Belieu't _Ofelia_, therefore keepe a loofe +Lest that he trip thy honor and thy fame. + _Ofel._ Brother, to this I haue lent attentiue care, +And doubt not but to keepe my honour firme, +But my deere brother, do not you +Like to a cunning Sophister, +Teach me the path and ready way to heauen, +While you forgetting what is said to me, +Your selfe, like to a carelesse libertine +Doth giue his heart, his appetite at ful, +And little recks how that his honour dies. + _Lear._ No, feare it not my deere _Ofelia_, +Here comes my father, occasion smiles vpon a second leaue. + _Enter Corambis._ + _Cor._ Yet here _Leartes_? aboord, aboord, for shame, +The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile, +And you are staid for, there my blessing with thee +And these few precepts in thy memory. +"Be thou familiar, but by no meanes vulgare; +"Those friends thou hast, and their adoptions tried, +"Graple them to thee with a hoope of steele, +"But do not dull the palme with entertaine, +"Of euery new vnfleg'd courage, +"Beware of entrance into a quarrell; but being in, +"Beare it that the opposed may beware of thee, +"Costly thy apparrell, as thy purse can buy. +"But not exprest in fashion, +"For the apparell oft proclaimes the man. +And they of _France_ of the chiefe rancke and station +Are of a most select and generall chiefe in that: +"This aboue all, to thy owne selfe be true, +And it must follow as the night the day, +Thou canst not then be false to any one, [C2v] +Farewel, my blessing with thee. + _Lear._ I humbly take my leaue, farewell _Ofelia_, +And remember well what I haue said to you. _exit._ + _Ofel._ It is already lock't within my hart, +And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it. + _Cor._ What i'st _Ofelia_ he hath saide to you? + _Ofel._ Somthing touching the prince _Hamlet_. + _Cor._ Mary wel thought on, t'is giuen me to vnderstand, +That you haue bin too prodigall of your maiden presence +Vnto Prince Hamlet, if it be so, +As so tis giuen to mee, and that in waie of caution +I must tell you; you do not vnderstand your selfe +So well as befits my honor, and your credite. + _Ofel._ My lord, he hath made many tenders of his loue +to me. + _Cor._ Tenders, I, I, tenders you may call them. + _Ofel._ And withall, such earnest vowes. + _Cor._ Springes to catch woodcocks, +What, do not I know when the blood doth burne, +How prodigall the tongue lends the heart vowes, +In briefe, be more scanter of your maiden presence, +Or tendring thus you'l tender mee a foole. + _Ofel._ I shall obay my lord in all I may. + _Cor._ _Ofelia_, receiue none of his letters, +"For louers lines are snares to intrap the heart; +"Refuse his tokens, both of them are keyes +To vnlocke Chastitie vnto Desire; +Come in _Ofelia_, such men often proue, +"Great in their wordes, but little in their loue. + _Ofel._ I will my lord. _exeunt._ + _Enter_ Hamlet, Horatio, _and_ Marcellus. + _Ham._ The ayre bites shrewd; it is an eager and +An nipping winde, what houre i'st? + _Hor._ I think it lacks of twelue, _Sound Trumpets._ + _Mar._ No, t'is strucke. + _Hor._ Indeed I heard it not, what doth this mean my lord? [C3] + _Ham._ O the king doth wake to night, & takes his rowse, +Keepe wassel, and the swaggering vp-spring reeles, +And as he dreames, big draughts of renish downe, +The kettle, drumme, and trumpet, thus bray out, +The triumphes of his pledge. + _Hor._ Is it a custome here? + _Ham._ I mary i'st and though I am +Natiue here, and to the maner borne, +It is a custome, more honourd in the breach, +Then in the obseruance. + _Enter the Ghost._ + _Hor._ Looke my Lord, it comes. + _Ham._ Angels and Ministers of grace defend vs, +Be thou a spirite of health, or goblin damn'd, +Bring with thee ayres from heanen, or blasts from hell: +Be thy intents wicked or charitable, +Thou commest in such questionable shape, +That I will speake to thee, +Ile call thee _Hamlet_, King, Father, Royall Dane, +O answere mee, let mee not burst in ignorance, +But say why thy canonizd bones hearsed in death +Haue burst their ceremonies: why thy Sepulcher, +In which wee saw thee quietly interr'd, +Hath burst his ponderous and marble Iawes, +To cast thee vp againe: what may this meane, +That thou, dead corse, againe in compleate steele, +Reuissets thus the glimses of the Moone, +Making night hideous, and we fooles of nature, +So horridely to shake our disposition, +With thoughts beyond the reaches of our soules? +Say, speake, wherefore, what may this meane? + _Hor._ It beckons you, as though it had something +To impart to you alone. + _Mar._ Looke with what courteous action +It waues you to a more remoued ground, +But do not go with it. [C3v] + _Hor._ No, by no meanes my Lord. + _Ham._ It will not speake, then will I follow it. + _Hor._ What if it tempt you toward the flood my Lord. +That beckles ore his bace, into the sea, +And there assume some other horrible shape, +Which might depriue your soueraigntie of reason, +And driue you into madnesse: thinke of it. + _Ham._ Still am I called, go on, ile follow thee. + _Hor._ My Lord, you shall not go. + _Ham._ Why what should be the feare? +I do not set my life at a pinnes fee, +And for my soule, what can it do to that? +Being a thing immortall, like it selfe, +Go on, ile follow thee. + _Mar._ My Lord be rulde, you shall not goe. + _Ham._ My fate cries out, and makes each pety Artiue +As hardy as the Nemeon Lyons nerue, +Still am I cald, vnhand me gentlemen; +By heauen ile make a ghost of him that lets me, +Away I say, go on, ile follow thee. + _Hor._ He waxeth desperate with imagination. + _Mar._ Something is rotten in the state of _Denmarke_. + _Hor._ Haue after; to what issue will this sort? + _Mar._ Lets follow, tis not fit thus to obey him. _exit._ + _Enter Ghost and Hamlet._ + _Ham._ Ile go no farther, whither wilt thou leade me? + _Ghost_ Marke me. + _Ham._ I will. + _Ghost_ I am thy fathers spirit, doomd for a time +To walke the night, and all the day +Confinde in flaming fire, +Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature +Are purged and burnt away. + _Ham._ Alas poore Ghost. + _Ghost_ Nay pitty me not, but to my vnfolding +Lend thy listning eare, but that I am forbid [C4] +To tell the secrets of my prison house +I would a tale vnfold, whose lightest word +Would harrow vp thy soule, freeze thy yong blood, +Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, +Thy knotted and combined locks to part, +And each particular haire to stand on end +Like quils vpon the fretfull Porpentine, +But this same blazon must not be, to eares of flesh and blood +Hamlet, if euer thou didst thy deere father loue. + _Ham._ O God. + _Gho._ Reuenge his foule, and most vnnaturall murder: + _Ham._ Murder. + _Ghost_ Yea, murder in the highest degree, +As in the least tis bad, +But mine most foule, beastly, and vnnaturall. + _Ham._ Haste me to knowe it, that with wings as swift as +meditation, or the thought of it, may sweepe to my reuenge. + _Ghost_ O I finde thee apt, and duller shouldst thou be +Then the fat weede which rootes it selfe in ease +On _Lethe_ wharffe: briefe let me be. +Tis giuen out, that sleeping in my orchard, +A Serpent stung me; so the whole eare of _Denmarke_ +Is with a forged Prosses of my death rankely abusde: +But know thou noble Youth: he that did sting +Thy fathers heart, now weares his Crowne. + _Ham._ O my prophetike soule, my vncle! my vncle! + _Ghost_ Yea he, that incestuous wretch, wonne to his will +O wicked will, and gifts! that haue the power (with gifts, +So to seduce my most seeming vertuous Queene, +But vertne, as it neuer will be moued, +Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of heauen, +So Lust, though to a radiant angle linckt, +Would fate it selfe from a celestiall bedde, +And prey on garbage: but soft, me thinkes +I sent the mornings ayre, briefe let me be, +Sleeping within my Orchard, my custome alwayes [C4v] +In the after noone, vpon my secure houre +Thy vncle came, with iuyce of Hebona +In a viall, and through the porches of my eares +Did powre the leaprous distilment, whose effect +Hold such an enmitie with blood of man, +That swift as quickesilner, it posteth through +The naturall gates and allies of the body, +And turnes the thinne and wholesome blood +Like eager dropings into milke. +And all my smoothe body, barked, and tetterd ouer. +Thus was I sleeping by a brothers hand +Of Crowne, of Queene, of life, of dignitie +At once depriued, no reckoning made of, +But sent vnto my graue, +With all my accompts and sinnes vpon my head, +O horrible, most horrible! + _Ham._ O God! + _ghost_ If thou hast nature in thee, beare it not, +But howsoeuer, let not thy heart +Conspire against thy mother aught, +Leaue her to heauen, +And to the burthen that her conscience beares. +I must be gone, the Glo-worme shewes the Martin +To be neere, and gin's to pale his vneffectuall fire: +Hamlet adue, adue, adue: remember me. _Exit_ + _Ham._ O all you hoste of heauen! O earth, what else? +And shall I couple hell; remember thee? +Yes thou poore Ghost; from the tables +Of my memorie, ile wipe away all sawes of Bookes, +All triuiall fond conceites +That euer youth, or else obseruance noted, +And thy remembrance, all alone shall sit. +Yes, yes, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine, +Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine, +(My tables) meet it is I set it downe, +That one may smile, and smile, and be a villayne; [D1] +At least I am sure, it may be so in _Denmarke_. +So vncle, there you are, there you are. +Now to the words; it is adue adue: remember me, +Soe t'is enough I haue sworne. + _Hor._ My lord, my lord. _Enter. Horatio,_ + _Mar._ Lord Hamlet. _and Marcellus._ + _Hor._ Ill, lo, lo, ho, ho. + _Mar._ Ill, lo, lo, so, ho, so, come boy, come. + _Hor._ Heauens secure him. + _Mar._ How i'st my noble lord? + _Hor._ What news my lord? + _Ham._ O wonderfull, wonderful. + _Hor._ Good my lord tel it. + _Ham._ No not I, you'l reueale it. + _Hor._ Not I my Lord by heauen. + _Mar._ Nor I my Lord. + _Ham._ How say you then? would hart of man +Once thinke it? but you'l be secret. + _Both_. I by heauen, my lord. + _Ham._ There's neuer a villaine dwelling in all _Denmarke_, +But hee's an arrant knaue. + _Hor._ There need no Ghost come from the graue to tell +you this. + _Ham._ Right, you are in the right, and therefore +I holde it meet without more circumstance at all, +Wee shake hands and part; you as your busines +And desiers shall leade you: for looke you, +Euery man hath busines, and desires, such +As it is; and for my owne poore parte, ile go pray. + _Hor._ These are but wild and wherling words, my Lord. + _Ham._. I am sory they offend you; hartely, yes faith hartily. + _Hor._ Ther's no offence my Lord. + _Ham._ Yes by Saint _Patrike_ but there is H_oratio_, +And much offence too, touching this vision, +It is an honest ghost, that let mee tell you, +For your desires to know what is betweene vs, [D1v] +Or emaister it as you may: +And now kind frends, as yon are frends, +Schollers and gentlmen, +Grant mee one poore request. + _Both_. What i'st my Lord? + _Ham._ Neuer make known what you haue seene to night. + _Both_. My lord, we will not. + _Ham._ Nay but sweare. + _Hor._ In faith my Lord not I. + _Mar._ Nor I my Lord in faith. + _Ham._ Nay vpon my sword, indeed vpon my sword. + _Gho._ Sweare. + _The Gost under the stage_. + _Ham._ Ha, ha, come you here, this fellow in the sellerige, +Here consent to sweare. + _Hor._ Propose the oth my Lord. + _Ham._ Neuer to speake what you haue seene to night, +Sweare by my sword. + _Gost_. Sweare. + _Ham._ _Hic & vbique_; nay then weele shift our ground: +Come hither Gentlemen, and lay your handes +Againe vpon this sword, neuer to speake +Of that which you haue seene, sweare by my sword. + _Ghost_ Sweare. + _Ham._ Well said old Mole, can'st worke in the earth? +so fast, a worthy Pioner, once more remoue. + _Hor._ Day and night, but this is wondrous strange. + _Ham._ And therefore as a stranger giue it welcome, +There are more things in heauen and earth _Horatio_, +Then are Dream't of, in your philosophie, +But come here, as before you neuer shall +How strange or odde soere I beare my selfe, +As I perchance hereafter shall thinke meet, +To put an Anticke disposition on, +That you at such times seeing me, neuer shall +With Armes; incombred thus, or this head shake, [D2] +Or by pronouncing some vndoubtfull phrase, +As well well, wee know, or wee could and if we would, +Or there be, and if they might, or such ambiguous. +Giuing out to note, that you know aught of mee, +This not to doe, so grace, and mercie +At your most need helpe you, sweare. + _Ghost_. sweare. + _Ham._ Rest, rest, perturbed spirit: so gentlemen, +In all my loue I do commend mee to you, +And what so poore a man as _Hamlet_ may, +To pleasure you, God willing shall not want, +Nay come lett's go together, +But stil your fingers on your lippes I pray, +The time is out of ioynt, O cursed spite, +That euer I was borne to set it right, +Nay come lett's go together. _Exeunt._ + _Enter Corambis, and Montano._ + _Cor._ _Montano_, here, these letters to my sonne, +And this same mony with my blessing to him, +And bid him ply his learning good _Montano_. + _Mon._ I will my lord. + _Cor._ You shall do very well _Montano_, to say thus, +I knew the gentleman, or know his father, +To inquire the manner of his life, +As thus; being amongst his acquaintance, +You may say, you saw him at such a time, marke you mee, +At game, or drincking, swearing, or drabbing, +You may go so farre. + _Mon._ My lord, that will impeach his reputation. + _Cor._ I faith not a whit, no not a whit, +Now happely hee closeth with you in the consequence, +As you may bridle it not disparage him a iote. +What was I a bout to say, + _Mon._ He closeth with him in the consequence. + _Cor._ I, you say right, he closeth with him thus, +This will hee say, let mee see what hee will say, [D2v] +Mary this, I saw him yesterday, or tother day, +Or then, or at such a time, a dicing, +Or at Tennis, I or drincking drunke, or entring +Of a howse of lightnes viz. brothell, +Thus sir do wee that know the world, being men of reach, +By indirections, finde directions forth, +And so shall you my sonne; you ha me, ha you not? + _Mon._ I haue my lord. + _Cor._ Wel, fare you well, commend mee to him. + _Mon._ I will my lord, + _Cor._ And bid him ply his musicke + _Mon._ My lord I wil. _exit._ + _Enter, Ofelia_. + _Cor._ Farewel, how now _Ofelia_, what's the news with you? + _Ofe._ O my deare father, such a change in nature, +So great an alteration in a Prince, +So pitifull to him, fearefull to mee, +A maidens eye ne're looked on. + _Cor._ Why what's the matter my _Ofelia_? + _Of._ O yong Prince _Hamlet_, the only floure of _Denmark_, +Hee is bereft of all the wealth he had, +The Iewell that ador'nd his feature most +Is filcht and stolne away, his wit's bereft him, +Hee found mee walking in the gallery all alone, +There comes hee to mee, with a distracted looke, +His garters lagging downe, his shooes vntide, +And fixt his eyes so stedfast on my face, +As if they had vow'd, this is their latest obiect. +Small while he stoode, but gripes me by the wrist, +And there he holdes my pulse till with a sigh +He doth vnclaspe his holde, and parts away +Silent, as is the mid time of the night: +And as he went, his eie was still on mee, +For thus his head ouer his shoulder looked, +He seemed to finde the way without his eies: +For out of doores he went without their helpe, [D3] +And so did leaue me. + _Cor._ Madde for thy loue, +What haue you giuen him any crosse wordes of late? + _Ofelia_ I did repell his letters, deny his gifts, +As you did charge me. + _Cor._ Why that hath made him madde: +By heau'n t'is as proper for our age to cast +Beyond ourselues, as t'is for the yonger sort +To leaue their wantonnesse. Well, I am sory +That I was so rash: but what remedy? +Lets to the King, this madnesse may prooue, +Though wilde a while, yet more true to thy loue. _exeunt._ + _Enter King and Queene, Rossencraft, and Gilderstone._ + _King_ Right noble friends, that our deere cosin Hamlet +Hath lost the very heart of all his sence, +It is most right, and we most sory for him: +Therefore we doe desire, euen as you tender +Our care to him, and our great loue to you, +That you will labour but to wring from him +The cause and ground of his distemperancie. +Doe this, the king of _Denmarke_ shal be thankefull. + _Ros._ My Lord, whatsoeuer lies within our power +Your maiestie may more commaund in wordes +Then vse perswasions to your liege men, bound +By loue, by duetie, and obedience. + _Guil._ What we may doe for both your Maiesties +To know the griefe troubles the Prince your sonne, +We will indeuour all the best we may, +So in all duetie doe we take our leaue. + _King_ Thankes Guilderstone, and gentle Rossencraft. + _Que._ Thankes Rossencraft, and gentle Gilderstone. + _Enter Corambis and Ofelia._ + _Cor._ My Lord, the Ambassadors are ioyfully +Return'd from _Norway_. + _King_ Thou still hast beene the father of good news. + _Cor._ Haue I my Lord? I assure your grace, [D3v] +I holde my duetie as I holde my life, +Both to my God, and to my soueraigne King: +And I beleeue, or else this braine of mine +Hunts not the traine of policie so well +As it had wont to doe, but I haue found +The very depth of Hamlets lunacie. + _Queene_ God graunt he hath. + _Enter the Ambassadors._ + _King_ Now _Voltemar_, what from our brother _Norway_? + _Volt._ Most faire returnes of greetings and desires, +Vpon our first he sent forth to suppresse +His nephews leuies, which to him appear'd +To be a preparation gainst the Polacke: +But better look't into, he truely found +It was against your Highnesse, whereat grieued, +That so his sickenesse, age, and impotence, +Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests +On _Fortenbrasse_, which he in briefe obays, +Receiues rebuke from _Norway_: and in fine, +Makes vow before his vncle, neuer more +To giue the assay of Armes against your Maiestie, +Whereon olde _Norway_ ouercome with ioy, +Giues him three thousand crownes in annuall fee, +And his Commission to employ those souldiers, +So leuied as before, against the Polacke, +With an intreaty heerein further shewne, +That it would please you to giue quiet passe +Through your dominions, for that enterprise +On such regardes of safety and allowances +As therein are set downe. + _King_ It likes vs well, and at fit time and leasure +Weele reade and answere these his Articles, +Meane time we thanke you for your well +Tooke labour: go to your rest, at night weele feast togither: +Right welcome home. _exeunt Ambassadors._ + _Cor._ This busines is very well dispatched. [D4] +Now my Lord, touching the yong Prince Hamlet, +Certaine it is that hee is madde: mad let vs grant him then: +Now to know the cause of this effect, +Or else to say the cause of this defect, +For this effect defectiue comes by cause. + _Queene_ Good my Lord be briefe. + _Cor._ Madam I will: my Lord, I haue a daughter, +Haue while shee's mine: for that we thinke +Is surest, we often loose: now to the Prince. +My Lord, but note this letter, +The which my daughter in obedience +Deliuer'd to my handes. + _King_ Reade it my Lord. + _Cor._ Marke my Lord. +Doubt that in earth is fire, +Doubt that the starres doe moue, +Doubt trueth to be a liar, +But doe not doubt I loue. +To the beautifull _Ofelia_: +Thine euer the most vnhappy Prince _Hamlet_. +My Lord, what doe you thinke of me? +I, or what might you thinke when I sawe this? + _King_ As of a true friend and a most louing subiect. + _Cor._ I would be glad to prooue so. +Now when I saw this letter, thus I bespake my maiden: +Lord _Hamlet_ is a Prince out of your starre, +And one that is vnequall for your loue: +Therefore I did commaund her refuse his letters, +Deny his tokens, and to absent her selfe. +Shee as my childe obediently obey'd me. +Now since which time, seeing his loue thus cross'd, +Which I tooke to be idle, and but sport, +He straitway grew into a melancholy, +From that vnto a fast, then vnto distraction, +Then into a sadnesse, from that vnto a madnesse, +And so by continuance, and weakenesse of the braine [D4v] +Into this frensie, which now possesseth him: +And if this be not true, take this from this. + _King_ Thinke you t'is so? + _Cor._ How? so my Lord, I would very faine know +That thing that I haue saide t'is so, positiuely, +And it hath fallen out otherwise. +Nay, if circumstances leade me on, +Ile finde it out, if it were hid +As deepe as the centre of the earth. + _King_. how should wee trie this same? + _Cor._ Mary my good lord thus, +The Princes walke is here in the galery, +There let _Ofelia_, walke vntill hee comes: +Your selfe and I will stand close in the study, +There shall you heare the effect of all his hart, +And if it proue any otherwise then loue, +Then let my censure faile an other time. + _King_. See where hee comes poring vppon a booke. + _Enter Hamlet._ + _Cor._ Madame, will it please your grace +To leaue vs here? + _Que._ With all my hart. _exit._ + _Cor._ And here _Ofelia_, reade you on this booke, +And walke aloofe, the King shal be vnseene. + _Ham._ To be, or not to be, I there's the point, +To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all: +No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes, +For in that dreame of death, when wee awake, +And borne before an euerlasting Iudge, +From whence no passenger euer retur'nd, +The vndiscouered country, at whose sight +The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd. +But for this, the ioyfull hope of this, +Whol'd beare the scornes and flattery of the world, +Scorned by the right rich, the rich curssed of the poore? +The widow being oppressd, the orphan wrong'd; [E1] +The taste of hunger, or a tirants raigne, +And thousand more calamities besides, +To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life, +When that he may his full _Quietus_ make, +With a bare bodkin, who would this indure, +But for a hope of something after death? +Which pusles the braine, and doth confound the sence, +Which makes vs rather beare those euilles we haue, +Than flie to others that we know not of. +I that, O this conscience makes cowardes of vs all, +Lady in thy orizons, be all my sinnes remembred. + _Ofel._ My Lord, I haue sought opportunitie, which now +I haue, to redeliuer to your worthy handes, a small remem- +brance, such tokens which I haue receiued of you. + _Ham._ Are you faire? + _Ofel._ My Lord. + _Ham._ Are you honest? + _Ofel._ What meanes my Lord? + _Ham._ That if you be faire and honest, +Your beauty should admit no discourse to your honesty. + _Ofel._ My Lord, can beauty haue better priuiledge than +with honesty? + _Ham._ Yea mary may it; for Beauty may transforme +Honesty, from what she was into a bawd: +Then Honesty can transforme Beauty: +This was sometimes a Paradox, +But now the time giues it scope. +I neuer gaue you nothing. + _Ofel._ My Lord, you know right well you did, +And with them such earnest vowes of loue, +As would haue moou'd the stoniest breast aliue, +But now too true I finde, +Rich giftes waxe poore, when giuers grow vnkinde. + _Ham._ I neuer loued you. + _Ofel._ You made me beleeue you did. + _Ham._ O thou shouldst not a beleeued me! [E1v] +Go to a Nunnery goe, why shouldst thou +Be a breeder of sinners? I am my selfe indifferent honest, +But I could accuse my selfe of such crimes +It had beene better my mother had ne're borne me, +O I am very prowde, ambitious, disdainefull, +With more sinnes at my becke, then I haue thoughts +To put them in, what should such fellowes as I +Do, crawling between heauen and earth? +To a Nunnery goe, we are arrant knaues all, +Beleeue none of vs, to a Nunnery goe. + _Ofel._ O heauens secure him! + _Ham._ Wher's thy father? + _Ofel._ At home my lord. + _Ham._ For Gods sake let the doores be shut on him, +He may play the foole no where but in his +Owne house: to a Nunnery goe. + _Ofel._ Help him good God. + _Ham._ If thou dost marry, Ile giue thee +This plague to thy dowry: +Be thou as chaste as yce, as pure as snowe, +Thou shalt not scape calumny, to a Nunnery goe. + _Ofel._ Alas, what change is this? + _Ham._ But if thou wilt needes marry, marry a foole, +For wisemen know well enough, +What monsters you make of them, to a Nunnery goe. + _Ofel._ Pray God restore him. + _Ham._ Nay, I haue heard of your paintings too, +God hath giuen you one face, +And you make your selues another, +You fig, and you amble, and you nickname Gods creatures, +Making your wantonnesse, your ignorance, +A pox, t'is scuruy, Ile no more of it, +It hath made me madde: Ile no more marriages, +All that are married but one, shall liue, +The rest shall keepe as they are, to a Nunnery goe, +To a Nunnery goe. _exit._[E2] + _Ofe._ Great God of heauen, what a quicke change is this? +The Courtier, Scholler, Souldier, all in him, +All dasht and splinterd thence, O woe is me, +To a seene what I haue seene, see what I see. _exit._ + _King_ Loue? No, no, that's not the cause, _Enter King and_ +Some deeper thing it is that troubles him. _Corambis._ + _Cor._ Wel, something it is: my Lord, content you a while, +I will my selfe goe feele him; let me worke, +Ile try him euery way: see where he comes, +Send you those Gentlemen, let me alone +To finde the depth of this, away, be gone. _exit King._ +Now my good Lord, do you know me? _Enter Hamlet._ + _Ham._ Yea very well, y'are a fishmonger. + _Cor._ Not I my Lord. + _Ham._ Then sir, I would you were so honest a man, +For to be honest, as this age goes, +Is one man to be pickt out of tenne thousand. + _Cor._ What doe you reade my Lord? + _Ham._ Wordes, wordes. + _Cor._ What's the matter my Lord? + _Ham._ Betweene who? + _Car._ I meane the matter you reade my Lord. + _Ham._ Mary most vile heresie: +For here the Satyricall Satyre writes, +That olde men haue hollow eyes, weake backes, +Grey beardes, pittifull weake hammes, gowty legges, +All which sir, I most potently beleeue not: +For sir, your selfe shalbe olde as I am, +If like a Crabbe, you could goe backeward. + _Cor._ How pregnant his replies are, and full of wit: +Yet at first he tooke me for a fishmonger: +All this comes by loue, the vemencie of loue, +And when I was yong, I was very idle, +And suffered much extasie in loue, very neere this: +Will you walke out of the aire my Lord? + _Ham._ Into my graue. [E2v] + _Cor._ By the masse that's out of the aire indeed, +Very shrewd answers, +My lord I will take my leaue of you. + _Enter Gilderstone, and Rossencraft._ + _Ham._ You can take nothing from me sir, +I will more willingly part with all, +Olde doating foole. + _Cor,_ You seeke Prince Hamlet, see, there he is. _exit._ + _Gil._ Health to your Lordship. + _Ham._ What, Gilderstone, and Rossencraft, +Welcome kinde Schoole-fellowes to _Elsanoure_. + _Gil._ We thanke your Grace, and would be very glad +You were as when we were at _Wittenberg_. + _Ham._ I thanke you, but is this visitation free of +Your selues, or were you not sent for? +Tell me true, come, I know the good King and Queene +Sent for you, there is a kinde of confession in your eye: +Come, I know you were sent for. + _Gil._ What say you? + _Ham._ Nay then I see how the winde sits, +Come, you were sent for. + _Ross._ My lord, we were, and willingly if we might, +Know the cause and ground of your discontent. + _Ham._ Why I want preferment. + _Ross._ I thinke not so my lord. + _Ham._ Yes faith, this great world you see contents me not, +No nor the spangled heauens, nor earth, nor sea, +No nor Man that is so glorious a creature, +Contents not me, no nor woman too, though you laugh. + _Gil._ My lord, we laugh not at that. + _Ham._ Why did you laugh then, +When I said, Man did not content mee? + _Gil._ My Lord, we laughed when you said, Man did not +content you. +What entertainment the Players shall haue, +We boorded them a the way: they are comming to you. [E3] + _Ham._ Players, what Players be they? + _Ross._ My Lord, the Tragedians of the Citty, +Those that you tooke delight to see so often. (stie? + _Ham._ How comes it that they trauell? Do they grow re- + _Gil._ No my Lord, their reputation holds as it was wont. + _Ham._ How then? + _Gil._ Yfaith my Lord, noueltie carries it away, +For the principall publike audience that +Came to them, are turned to priuate playes, +And to the humour of children. + _Ham._ I doe not greatly wonder of it, +For those that would make mops and moes +At my vncle, when my father liued, +Now giue a hundred, two hundred pounds +For his picture: but they shall be welcome, +He that playes the King shall haue tribute of me, +The ventrous Knight shall vse his foyle and target, +The louer shall sigh gratis, +The clowne shall make them laugh (for't, +That are tickled in the lungs, or the blanke verse shall halt +And the Lady shall haue leaue to speake her minde freely. + _The Trumpets sound, Enter Corambis._ +Do you see yonder great baby? +He is not yet out of his swadling clowts. + _Gil._ That may be, for they say an olde man +Is twice a childe. (Players, + _Ham._ Ile prophecie to you, hee comes to tell mee a the +You say true, a monday last, t'was so indeede. + _Cor._ My lord, I haue news to tell you. + _Ham._ My Lord, I haue news to tell you: +When _Rossios_ was an Actor in _Rome_. + _Cor._ The Actors are come hither, my lord. + _Ham._ Buz, buz. + _Cor._ The best Actors in Christendome, +Either for Comedy, Tragedy, Historie, Pastorall, +Pastorall, Historicall, Historicall, Comicall, [E3v] +Comicall historicall, Pastorall, Tragedy historicall: +_Seneca_ cannot be too heauy, nor _Plato_ too light: +For the law hath writ those are the onely men. + _Ha._ O _Iepha_ Iudge of _Israel_! what a treasure hadst thou? + _Cor._ Why what a treasure had he my lord? + _Ham._ Why one faire daughter, and no more, +The which he loued passing well. + _Cor._ A, stil harping a my daughter! well my Lord, +If you call me _Iepha_, I hane a daughter that +I loue passing well. + _Ham._ Nay that followes not. + _Cor._ What followes then my Lord? + _Ham._ Why by lot, or God wot, or as it came to passe, +And so it was, the first verse of the godly Ballet +Wil tel you all: for look you where my abridgement comes: +Welcome maisters, welcome all, _Enter players._ +What my olde friend, thy face is vallanced +Since I saw thee last, com'st thou to beard me in _Denmarke_? +My yong lady and mistris, burlady but your (you were: +Ladiship is growne by the altitude of a chopine higher than +Pray God sir your voyce, like a peece of vncurrant +Golde, be not crack't in the ring: come on maisters, +Weele euen too't, like French Falconers, +Flie at any thing we see, come, a taste of your +Quallitie, a speech, a passionate speech. + _Players_ What speech my good lord? + _Ham._ I heard thee speake a speech once, +But it was neuer acted: or if it were, +Neuer aboue twice, for as I remember, +It pleased not the vulgar, it was cauiary +To the million: but to me +And others, that receiued it in the like kinde, +Cried in the toppe of their iudgements, an excellent play, +Set downe with as great modestie as cunning: +One said there was no sallets in the lines to make thê sauory, +But called it an honest methode, as wholesome as sweete. [E4] +Come, a speech in it I chiefly remember +Was _Æneas_ tale to _Dido_, +And then especially where he talkes of Princes slaughter, +If it liue in thy memory beginne at this line, +Let me see. +The rugged _Pyrrus_, like th'arganian beast: +No t'is not so, it begins with _Pirrus_: +O I haue it. +The rugged _Pirrus_, he whose sable armes, +Blacke as his purpose did the night resemble, +When he lay couched in the ominous horse, +Hath now his blacke and grimme complexion smeered +With Heraldry more dismall, head to foote, +Now is he totall guise, horridely tricked +With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sonnes, +Back't and imparched in calagulate gore, +Rifted in earth and fire, olde grandsire _Pryam_ seekes: +So goe on. (accent. + _Cor._ Afore God, my Lord, well spoke, and with good + _Play._ Anone he finds him striking too short at Greeks, +His antike sword rebellious to this Arme, +Lies where it falles, vnable to resist. +_Pyrrus_ at _Pryam_ driues, but all in rage, +Strikes wide, but with the whiffe and winde +Of his fell sword, th' unnerued father falles. + _Cor._ Enough my friend, t'is too long. + _Ham._ It shall to the Barbers with your beard: +A pox, hee's for a Iigge, or a tale of bawdry, +Or else he sleepes, come on to _Hecuba_, come. + _Play._ But who O who had seene the mobled Queene? + _Cor._ Mobled Queene is good, faith very good. + _Play._ All in the alarum and feare of death rose vp, +And o're her weake and all ore-teeming loynes, a blancket +And a kercher on that head, where late the diademe stoode, +Who this had seene with tongue inuenom'd speech, +Would treason haue pronounced, [E4v] +For if the gods themselues had seene her then, +When she saw _Pirrus_ with malitious strokes, +Mincing her husbandes limbs, +It would haue made milch the burning eyes of heauen, +And passion in the gods. + _Cor._ Looke my lord if he hath not changde his colour, +And hath teares in his eyes: no more good heart, no more. + _Ham._ T'is well, t'is very well, I pray my lord, +Will you see the Players well bestowed, +I tell you they are the Chronicles +And briefe abstracts of the time, +After your death I can tell you, +You were better haue a bad Epiteeth, +Then their ill report while you liue. + _Cor._ My lord, I will vse them according to their deserts. + _Ham._ O farre better man, vse euery man after his deserts, +Then who should scape whipping? +Vse them after your owne honor and dignitie, +The lesse they deserue, the greater credit's yours. + _Cor._ Welcome my good fellowes. _exit._ + _Ham._ Come hither maisters, can you not play the mur- +der of _Gonsago_? + _players_ Yes my Lord. + _Ham._ And could'st not thou for a neede study me +Some dozen or sixteene lines, +Which I would set downe and insert? + _players_ Yes very easily my good Lord. + _Ham._ T'is well, I thanke you: follow that lord: +And doe you heare sirs? take heede you mocke him not. +Gentlemen, for your kindnes I thanke you, +And for a time I would desire you leaue me. + _Gil._ Our loue and duetie is at your commaund. + _Exeunt all but Hamlet._ + _Ham._ Why what a dunghill idiote slaue am I? +Why these Players here draw water from eyes: +For Hecuba, why what is Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba? [F1] +What would he do and if he had my losse? +His father murdred, and a Crowne bereft him, +He would turne all his teares to droppes of blood, +Amaze the standers by with his laments, +Strike more then wonder in the iudiciall eares, +Confound the ignorant, and make mute the wise, +Indeede his passion would be generall. +Yet I like to an asse and Iohn a Dreames, +Hauing my father murdred by a villaine, +Stand still, and let it passe, why sure I am a coward: +Who pluckes me by the beard, or twites my nose, +Giue's me the lie i'th throate downe to the lungs, +Sure I should take it, or else I haue no gall, +Or by this I should a fatted all the region kites +With this slaues offell, this damned villaine, +Treachcrous, bawdy, murderous villaine: +Why this is braue, that I the sonne of my deare father, +Should like a scalion, like a very drabbe +Thus raile in wordes. About my braine, +I haue heard that guilty creatures sitting at a play, +Hath, by the very cunning of the scene, confest a murder +Committed long before. +This spirit that I haue seene may be the Diuell, +And out of my weakenesse and my melancholy, +As he is very potent with such men, +Doth seeke to damne me, I will haue sounder proofes, +The play's the thing, +Wherein I'le catch the conscience of the King. _exit._ + + _Enter the King, Queene, and Lordes._ + + _King_ Lordes, can you by no meanes finde +The cause of our sonne Hamlets lunacie? +You being so neere in loue, euen from his youth, +Me thinkes should gaine more than a stranger should. + _Gil._ My lord, we haue done all the best we could, [F1v] +To wring from him the cause of all his griefe, +But still he puts vs off, and by no meanes +Would make an answere to that we exposde. + _Ross._ Yet was he something more inclin'd to mirth +Before we left him, and I take it, +He hath giuen order for a play to night, +At which he craues your highnesse company. + _King_ With all our heart, it likes vs very well: +Gentlemen, seeke still to increase his mirth, +Spare for no cost, our coffers shall be open, +And we vnto your selues will still be thankefull. + _Both_ In all wee can, be sure you shall commaund. + _Queene_ Thankes gentlemen, and what the Queene of +May pleasure you, be sure you shall not want. (_Denmarke_ + _Gil._ Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince. + _King_ Thanks to you both; Gertred you'l see this play. + _Queene_ My lord I will, and it ioyes me at the soule +He is incln'd to any kinde of mirth. + _Cor._ Madame, I pray be ruled by me: +And my good Soueraigne, giue me leaue to speake, +We cannot yet finde out the very ground +Of his distemperance, therefore +I holde it meete, if so it please you, +Else they shall not meete, and thus it is. + _King_ What i'st _Corambis_? (done, + _Cor._ Mary my good lord this, soone when the sports are +Madam, send you in haste to speake with him, +And I my selfe will stand behind the Arras, +There question you the cause of all his griefe, +And then in loue and nature vnto you, hee'le tell you all: +My Lord, how thinke you on't? + _King_ It likes vs well, Gerterd, what say you? + _Queene_ With all my heart, soone will I send for him. + _Cor._ My selfe will be that happy messenger, +Who hopes his griefe will be reueal'd to her. _exeunt omnes_ + _Enter Hamlet and the Players_. [F2] + _Ham._ Pronounce me this spcech trippingly a the tongue +as I taught thee, +Mary and you mouth it, as a many of your players do +I'de rather heare a towne bull bellow, +Then such a fellow speake my lines. +Nor do not saw the aire thus with your hands, +But giue euerything his action with temperance. (fellow, +O it offends mee to the soule, to heare a rebellious periwig +To teare a passion in totters, into very ragges, +To split the eares of the ignorant, who for the (noises, +Most parte are capable or nothing but dumbe shewes and +I would haue such a fellow whipt, or o're doing, tarmagant +It out, Herodes Herod. + _players_ My Lorde, wee haue indifferently reformed that +among vs. + _Ham._ The better, the better, mend it all together: +There be fellowes that I haue seene play, +And heard others commend them, and that highly too, +That hauing neither the gate or Christian, Pagan, +Nor Turke, haue so strutted and bellowed, +That you would a thought, some of Natures journeymen +Had made men, and not made them well, +They imitated humanitie, so abhominable: +Take heede, auoyde it. + _players_ I warrant you my Lord. + _Ham._ And doe you heare? let not your Clowne speake +More then is set downe, there be of them I can tell you +That will laugh themselues, to set on some +Quantitie of barren spectators to laugh with them, +Albeit there is some necessary point in the Play +Then to be obserued: O t'is vile, and shewes +A pittifull ambition in the foole that vseth it. +And then you haue some agen, that keepes one sute +Of ieasts, as a man is knowne by one sute of +Apparell, and Gentlemen quotes his ieasts downe +In their tables, before they come to the play, as thus: [F2v] +Cannot you stay till I eate my porrige? and, you owe me +A quarters wages: and, my coate wants a cullison: +And, your beere is sowre: and, blabbering with his lips, +And thus keeping in his cinkapase of ieasts, +When, God knows, the warme Clowne cannot make a iest +Vnlesse by chance, as the blinde man catcheth a hare: +Maisters tell him of it. + _players_ We will my Lord. + _Ham._ Well, goe make you ready. _exeunt players._ + _Horatio_. Heere my Lord. + _Ham._ _Horatio_, thou art euen as iust a man, +As e're my conuersation cop'd withall. + _Hor._ O my lord! + _Ham._ Nay why should I flatter thee? +Why should the poore be flattered? +What gaine should I receiue by flattering thee, +That nothing hath but thy good minde? +Let flattery sit on those time-pleasing tongs, +To glose with them that loues to heare their praise, +And not with such as thou _Horatio_. +There is a play to night, wherein one Sceane they haue +Comes very neere the murder of my father, +When thou shalt see that Act afoote, +Marke thou the King, doe but obserue his lookes, +For I mine eies will riuet to his face: +And if he doe not bleach, and change at that, +It is a dammed ghost that we haue seene. +_Horatio_, haue a care, obserue him well. + _Hor._ My lord, mine eies shall still be on his face, +And not the smallest alteration +That shall appeare in him, but I shall note it. + _Ham._ Harke, they come. + _Enter King, Queene, Corambis, and other Lords._ (a play? +_King_. How now son _Hamlet_, how fare you, shall we haue + _Ham_. Yfaith the Camelions dish, not capon cramm'd, +feede a the ayre. [F3] +I father: My lord, you playd in the Vniuersitie. + _Cor._ That I did my L: and I was counted a good actor. + _Ham_. What did you enact there? + _Cor._ My lord, I did act _Iulius Cæsar_, I was killed +in the Capitol, _Brutus_ killed me. + _Ham_. It was a brute parte of him, +To kill so capitall a calfe. +Come, be these Players ready? + _Queene_ Hamlet come sit downe by me. + _Ham._ No by my faith mother, heere's a mettle more at- +Lady will you giue me leaue, and so forth: (tractiue: +To lay my head in your lappe? + _Ofel._ No my Lord. (trary matters? + _Ham._ Vpon your lap, what do you thinke I meant con- + _Enter in Dumbe Shew, the King and the Queene, he sits + downe in an Arbor, she leaues him: Then enters Luci- + anus with poyson in a Viall, and powres it in his eares, and + goes away: Then the Queene commmeth and findes him + dead: and goes away with the other._ + _Ofel._ What meanes this my Lord? _Enter the Prologue._ + _Ham._ This is myching Mallico, that meanes my chiefe. + _Ofel._ What doth this meane my lord? + _Ham._ You shall heare anone, this fellow will tell you all. + _Ofel._ Will he tell vs what this shew meanes? + _Ham._ I, or any shew you'le shew him, +Be not afeard to shew, hee'le not be afeard to tell: +O, these Players cannot keepe counsell, thei'le tell all. + _Prol._ For vs, and for our Tragedie, +Here stowpiug to your clemencie, +We begge your hearing patiently. + _Ham._ Is't a prologue, or a poesie for a ring? + _Ofel._ T'is short, my Lord. + _Ham._ As womens loue. + _Enter the Duke and Dutchesse._ + _Duke_ Full fortie yeares are past, their date is gone, +Since happy time ioyn'd both our hearts as one: [F3v] +And now the blood that fill'd my youthfull veines, +Runnes weakely in their pipes, and all the straines +Of musicke, which whilome pleasde mine eare, +Is now a burthen that Age cannot beare: +And therefore sweete Nature must pay his due, +To heauen must I, and leaue the earth with you. + _Dutchesse_ O say not so, lest that you kill my heart, +When death takes you, let life from me depart. + _Duke_ Content thy selfe, when ended is my date, +Thon maist (perchance) haue a more noble mate, +More wise, more youthfull, and one. + _Dutchesse_ O speake no more for then I am accurst, +None weds the second, but she kils the first: +A second time I kill my Lord that's dead, +When second husband kisses me in bed. + _Ham._ O wormewood, wormewood! + _Duke_ I doe beleeue you sweete, what now you speake, +But what we doe determine oft we breake, +For our demises stil are ouerthrowne, +Our thoughts are ours, their end's none of our owne: +So thinke you will no second husband wed, +But die thy thoughts, when thy first Lord is dead. + _Dutchesse_ Both here and there pursue me lasting strife, +If once a widdow, euer I be wife. + _Ham._ If she should breake now. + _Duke_ T'is deepely sworne, sweete leaue me here a while, +My spirites growe dull, and faine I would beguile the tedi- +ous time with sleepe. + _Dutchesse_ Sleepe rocke thy braine, +And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine. _exit Lady_ + _Ham._ Madam, how do you like this play? + _Queene_ The Lady protests too much. + _Ham._ O but shee'le keepe her word. + _King_ Haue you heard the argument, is there no offence +in it? + _Ham._ No offence in the world, poyson in iest, poison in [F4] + _King_ What do you call the name of the play? (iest. + _Ham._ Mouse-trap: mary how trapically: this play is +The image of a murder done in _guyana_, _Albertus_ +Was the Dukes name, his wife _Baptista_, +Father, it is a knauish peece a worke: but what +A that, it toucheth not vs, you and I that haue free +Soules, let the galld iade wince, this is one +_Lucianus_ nephew to the King. + _Ofel._ Ya're as good as a _Chorus_ my lord. + _Ham._ I could interpret the loue you beare, if I sawe the +poopies dallying. + _Ofel._ Y'are very pleasant my lord. + _Ham._ Who I, your onlie jig-maker, why what shoulde +a man do but be merry? for looke how cheerefully my mother +lookes, my father died within these two houres. + _Ofel._ Nay, t'is twice two months, my Lord. + _Ham._ Two months, nay then let the diuell weare blacke, +For i'le haue a sute of Sables: Iesus, two months dead, +And not forgotten yet? nay then there's some +Likelyhood, a gentlemans death may outliue memorie, +But by my faith hee must build churches then, +Or els hee must follow the olde Epitithe, +With hoh, with ho, the hobi-horse is forgot. + _Ofel._ Your iests are keene my Lord. + _Ham._ It would cost you a groning to take them off. + _Ofel._ Still better and worse. + _Ham._ So you must take your husband, begin. Murdred +Begin, a poxe, leaue thy damnable faces and begin, +Come, the croking rauen doth bellow for reuenge. + _Murd._ Thoughts blacke, hands apt, drugs fit, and time +Confederate season, else no creature seeing: (agreeing. +Thou mixture rancke, of midnight weedes collected, +With _Hecates_ bane thrise blasted, thrise infected, +Thy naturall magicke, and dire propertie, +One wholesome life vsurps immediately. _exit._ + _Ham._ He poysons him for his estate. [F4v] + _King_ Lights, I will to bed. + _Cor._ The king rises, lights hoe. + _Exeunt King and Lordes._ + _Ham._ What, frighted with false fires? +Then let the stricken deere goe weepe, +The Hart vngalled play, +For some must laugh, while some must weepe, +Thus runnes the world away. + _Hor._ The king is mooued my lord. + _Hor._ I _Horatio_, i'le take the Ghosts word +For more then all the coyne in _Denmarke_. + + _Enter Rossencraft and Gilderstone._ + + _Ross._ Now my lord, how i'st with you? + _Ham._ And if the king like not the tragedy, +Why then belike he likes it not perdy. + _Ross._ We are very glad to see your grace so pleasant, +My good lord, let vs againe intreate (ture +To know of you the ground and cause of your distempera- + _Gil._ My lord, your mother craues to speake with you. + _Ham._ We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. + _Ross._ But my good Lord, shall I intreate thus much? + _Ham._ I pray will you play vpon this pipe? + _Ross._ Alas my lord I cannot. + _Ham._ Pray will you. + _Gil._ I haue no skill my Lord. + _Ham._ Why looke, it is a thing of nothing, +T'is but stopping of these holes, +And with a little breath from your lips, +It will giue most delicate musick. + _Gil._ But this cannot wee do my Lord. + _Ham._ Pray now, pray hartily, I beseech you. + _Ros._ My lord wee cannot. (me? + _Ham._ Why how vnworthy a thing would you make of +You would seeme to know my stops, you would play vpon [G1] +You would search the very inward part of my hart, mee, +And diue into the secreet of my soule. +Zownds do you thinke I am easier to be pla'yd +On, then a pipe? call mee what Instrument +You will, though you can frett mee, yet you can not +Play vpon mee, besides, to be demanded by a spunge. + _Ros._ How a spunge my Lord? + _Ham._ I sir, a spunge, that sokes vp the kings +Countenance, fauours, and rewardes, that makes +His liberalitie your store house: but such as you, +Do the king, in the end, best seruise; +For hee doth keep you as an Ape doth nuttes, +In the corner of his Iaw, first mouthes you, +Then swallowes you: so when hee hath need +Of you, t'is but squeesing of you, +And spunge, you shall be dry againe, you shall. + _Ros._ Wel my Lord wee'le take our leaue. + _Ham_ Farewell, farewell, God blesse you. + _Exit Rossencraft and Gilderstone._ + + _Enter Corambis_ + _Cor._ My lord, the Queene would speake with you. + _Ham._ Do you see yonder clowd in the shape of a camell? + _Cor._ T'is like a camell in deed. + _Ham._ Now me thinkes it's like a weasel. + _Cor._ T'is back't like a weasell. + _Ham._ Or like a whale. + _Cor._ Very like a whale. _exit Coram._ + _Ham._ Why then tell my mother i'le come by and by. +Good night Horatio. + _Hor._ Good night vnto your Lordship. _exit Horatio._ + _Ham._ My mother she hath sent to speake with me: +O God, let ne're the heart of _Nero_ enter +This soft bosome. +Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall. +I will speake daggers, those sharpe wordes being spent, [G1v] +To doe her wrong my soule shall ne're consent. _exit._ + _Enter the King_. + _King_. O that this wet that falles vpon my face +Would wash the crime cleere from my conscience! +When I looke vp to heauen, I see my trespasse, +The earth doth still crie out vpon my fact, +Pay me the murder of a brother and a king, +And the adulterous fault I haue committed: +O these are sinnes that art vnpardonable: +Why say thy sinnes were blacker then is ieat, +Yet may contrition make them as white as snowe: +I but still to perseuer in a sinne, +It is an act gainst the vniuerfall power, +Most wretched man, stoope, bend thee to thy prayer, +Aske grace of heauen to keepe thee from despaire. + + _hee kneeles._ _enters Hamlet_ + + _Ham._ I so, come forth and worke thy last, +And thus hee dies: and so, am I reuenged: +No, not so: he tooke my father sleeping, his sins brim full, +And how his soule floode to the state of heauen +Who knowes, saue the immortall powres, +And shall I kill him now +When he is purging of his soule? +Making his way for heauen, this is a benefit, +And not reuenge: no, get thee vp agen, (drunke, +When hee's at game swaring, taking his carowse, drinking +Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed, +Or at some act that hath no relish +Of saluation in't, then trip him +That his heeles may kicke at heauen, +And fall as lowe as hel: my mother stayes, +This phisicke but prolongs they weary dayes. _exit Ham._ + _King_. My wordes fly vp, my sinnes remaine below. +No King on earth is safe, if Gods his foe. _exit King._[G2] + _Enter Queene and Corambis._ + _Cor._ Madame, I heare yong Hamlet comming, +I'le shrowde my selfe behinde the Arras. _exit Cor._ + _Queene_ Do so my Lord. + _Ham._ Mother, mother, O are you here? +How i'st with you mother? + _Queene_ How i'st with you? + _Ham,_ I'le tell you, but first weele make all safe. + _Queene_ Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. + _Ham._ Mother, you haue my father much offended. + _Queene_ How now boy? + _Ham._ How now mother! come here, sit downe, for you +shall heare me speake. + _Queene_ What wilt thou doe? thou wilt not murder me: +Helpe hoe. + _Cor._ Helpe for the Queene. + _Ham._ I a Rat, dead for a Duckat. +Rash intruding foole, farewell, +I tooke thee for thy better. + _Queene_ Hamlet, what hast thou done? + _Ham._ Not so much harme, good mother, +As to kill a king, and marry with his brother. + _Queene_ How! kill a king! + _Ham._ I a King: nay sit you downe, and ere you part, +If you be made of penitrable stuffe, +I'le make your eyes looke downe into your heart, +And see how horride there and blacke it shews. (words? + _Queene_ Hamlet, what mean'st thou by these killing + _Ham._ Why this I meane, see here, behold this picture, +It is the portraiture, of your deceased husband, +See here a face, to outface _Mars_ himselfe, +An eye, at which his foes did tremble at, +A front wherin all vertues are set downe +For to adorne a king, and guild his crowne, +Whose heart went hand in hand euen with that vow, +He made to you in marriage, and he is dead. [G2v] +Murdred, damnably murdred, this was your husband, +Looke you now, here is your husband, +With a face like _Vulcan_. +A looke fit for a murder and a rape, +A dull dead hanging looke, and a hell-bred eie, +To affright children and amaze the world: +And this same haue you left to change with this. +What Diuell thus hath cosoned you at hob-man blinde? +A! haue you eyes and can you looke on him +That slew my father, and your deere husband, +To liue in the incestuous pleasure of his bed? + _Queene_ O Hamlet, speake no more. + _Ham._ To leaue him that bare a Monarkes minde, +For a king of clowts, of very shreads. + _Queene_ Sweete Hamlet cease. + _Ham._ Nay but still to persist and dwell in sinne, +To sweate vnder the yoke of infamie, +To make increase of shame, to seale damnation. + _Queene_ Hamlet, no more. + _Ham._ Why appetite with you is in the waine, +Your blood runnes backeward now from whence it came, +Who'le chide hote blood within a Virgins heart, +When lust shall dwell within a matrons breast? + _Queene_ Hamlet, thou cleaues my heart in twaine. + _Ham._ O throw away the worser part of it, and keepe the +better. + _Enter the ghost in his night gowne._ + +Saue me, saue me, you gratious +Powers aboue, and houer ouer mee, +With your celestiall wings. +Doe you not come your tardy sonne to chide, +That I thus long haue let reuenge slippe by? +O do not glare with lookes so pittifull! +Lest that my heart of stone yeelde to compassion, +And euery part that should assist reuenge, [G3] +Forgoe their proper powers, and fall to pitty. + _Ghost_ Hamlet, I once againe appeare to thee, +To put thee in remembrance of my death: +Doe not neglect, nor long time put it off. +But I perceiue by thy distracted lookes, +Thy mother's fearefull, and she stands amazde: +Speake to her Hamlet, for her sex is weake, +Comfort thy mother, Hamlet, thinke on me. + _Ham._ How i'st with you Lady? + _Queene_ Nay, how i'st with you +That thus you bend your eyes on vacancie, +And holde discourse with nothing but with ayre? + _Ham._ Why doe you nothing heare? + _Queene_ Not I. + _Ham._ Nor doe you nothing see? + _Queene_ No neither. (habite + _Ham._ No, why see the king my father, my father, in the +As he liued, looke you how pale he lookes, +See how he steales away out of the Portall, +Looke, there he goes. _exit ghost._ + _Queene_ Alas, it is the weakeness of thy braine, +Which makes thy tongue to blazon thy hearts griefe: +But as I haue a soule, I sweare by heauen, +I neuer knew of this most horride murder: +But Hamlet, this is only fantasie, +And for my loue forget these idle fits. + _Ham._ Idle, no mother, my pulse doth beate like yours, +It is not madnesse that possesseth Hamlet. +O mother, if euer you did my deare father loue, +Forbeare the adulterous bed to night, +And win your selfe by little as you may, +In time it may be you wil lothe him quite: +And mother, but assist mee in reuenge, +And in his death your infamy shall die. + _Queene_ _Hamlet_, I vow by that maiesty, +That knowes our thoughts, and lookes into our hearts, [G3v] +I will conceale, consent, and doe my best, +What stratagem soe're thou shalt deuise. + _Ham._ It is enough, mother good night: +Come sir, I'le provide for you a graue, +Who was in life a foolish prating knaue. + _Exit Hamlet with the dead body._ + + _Enter the King and Lordes._ + _King_ Now Gertred, what sayes our sonne, how doe you +finde him? + _Queene_ Alas my lord, as raging as the sea: +Whenas he came, I first bespake him faire, +But then he throwes and tosses me about, +As one forgetting that I was his mother: +At last I call'd for help: and as I cried, _Corambis_ +Call'd, which Hamlet no sooner heard, but whips me +Out his rapier, and cries, a Rat, a Rat, and in his rage +The good olde man he killes. + _King_ Why this his madnesse will vndoe our state. +Lordes goe to him, inquire the body out. + _Gil._ We will my Lord. _Exeunt Lordes._ + _King_ Gertred, your sonne shall presently to England, +His shipping is already furnished, +And we have sent by _Rossencraft_ and _Gilderstone_, +Our letters to our deare brother of England, +For Hamlets welfare and his happinesse: +Happly the aire and climate of the Country +May please him better than his natiue home: +See where he comes. + + _Enter Hamlet and the Lordes._ + _Gil._ My lord, we can by no meanes +Know of him where the body is. + _King_ Now sonne Hamlet, where is this dead body? + _Ham._ At supper, not where he is eating, but +Where he is eaten, a certaine company of politicke wormes [G4] + are euen now at him. +Father, your fatte King, and your leane Beggar +Are but variable seruices, two dishes to one messe: +Looke you, a man may fish with that worme +That hath eaten of a King, +And a Beggar eate that fish, +Which that worme hath caught. + _King_ What of this? + _Ham._ Nothing father, but to tell you, how a King +May go a progresse through the guttes of a Beggar. + _King_ But sonne _Hamlet_, where is this body? + _Ham._ In heau'n, if you chance to misse him there, +Father, you had best looke in the other partes below +For him, aud if you cannot finde him there, +You may chance to nose him as you go vp the lobby. + _King_ Make haste and finde him out. + _Ham._ Nay doe you heare? do not make too much haste, +I'le warrant you hee'le stay till you come. + _King_ Well sonne _Hamlet_, we in care of you: but specially +in tender preseruation of your health, +The which we price euen as our proper selfe, +It is our minde you forthwith goe for _England_, +The winde sits faire, you shall aboorde to night, +Lord _Rossencraft_ and _Gilderstone_ shall goe along with you. + _Ham._ O with all my heart: farewel mother. + _King_ Your louing father, _Hamlet_. + _Ham._ My mother I say: you married my mother, +My mother is your wife, man and wife is one flesh, +And so (my mother) farewel: for England hoe. + _exeunt all but the king._ + _king_ Gertred, leaue me, +And take your leaue of _Hamlet_, +To England is he gone, ne're to returne: +Our Letters are vnto the King of England, +That on the sight of them, on his allegeance, +He presently without demaunding why, [G4v] +That _Hamlet_ loose his head, for he must die, +There's more in him than shallow eyes can see: +He once being dead, why then our state is free. _exit._ + + _Enter Fortenbrasse, Drumme and Souldiers._ + + _Fort._ Captaine, from vs goe greete +The king of Denmarke: +Tell him that _Fortenbrasse_ nephew to old _Norway_, +Craues a free passe and conduct ouer his land. +According to the Articles agreed on: +You know our Randevous, goe march away. _exeunt all._ + + _enter King and Queene._ + + _King_ _Hamlet_ is ship't for England, fare him well, +I hope to heare good newes from thence ere long, +If euery thing fall out to our content, +As I doe make no doubt but so it shall. + _Queene_ God grant it may, heau'ns keep my _Hamlet_ safe: +But this mischance of olde _Corambis_ death, +Hath piersed so the yong _Ofeliaes_ heart, +That she, poore maide, is quite bereft her wittes. + _King_ Alas deere heart! And on the other side, +We vnderstand her brother's come from _France_, +And he hath halfe the heart of all our Land, +And hardly hee'le forget his fathers death, +Vnlesse by some meanes he be pacified. + _Qu._ O see where the yong _Ofelia_ is! + + _Enter Ofelia playing on a Lute, and her haire + downe singing_. + _Ofelia_ How should I your true loue know +From another man? +By his cockle hatte, and his staffe, +And his sandall shoone. [H1] +White his shrowde as mountaine snowe, +Larded with sweete flowers, +That bewept to the graue did not goe +With true louers showers: +He is dead and gone Lady, he is dead and gone, +At his head a grasse greene turffe, +At his heeles a stone. + +_king_ How i'st with you sweete _Ofelia_? + +_Ofelia_ Well God yeeld you, +It grieues me to see how they laid him in the cold ground, +I could not chuse but weepe: +And will he not come againe? +And will he not come againe? +No, no, hee's gone, and we cast away mone, +And he neuer will come againe. +His beard as white as snowe: +All flaxen was his pole, +He is dead, he is gone, +And we cast away moane: +God a mercy on his soule. +And of all christen soules I pray God. +God be with you Ladies, God be with you. _exit Ofelia._ + _king_ A pretty wretch! this is a change indeede: +O Time, how swiftly runnes our ioyes away! +Content on earth was neuer certaine bred, +To day we laugh and liue, tomorrow dead. +How now, what noyse is that? + _A noyse within._ _enter Leartes._ + _Lear._ Stay there vntill I come, +O thou vilde king, give me my father: +Speake, say, where's my father? + _king_ Dead. + _Lear._ Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not +Be juggled with, for he is murdred. + _Queene_ True, but not by him. + _Lear._ By whome, by heau'n I'll be resolued. [H1v] + _king_ Let him goe _Gertred_, away, I feare him not, +There's such diuinitie doth wall a king, +That treason dares not looke on. +Let him goe _Gertred_, that your father is murdred, +T'is true, and we most sory for it, +Being the chiefest piller of our state: +Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster, +Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all? + _Lear._ To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms, +And locke them in my hart, but to his foes, +I will no reconcilement but by bloud. + _king_ Why now you speake like a most louing sonne: +And that in soule we sorrow for for his death, +Yourselfe ere long shall be a witnesse, +Meane while be patient, and content your selfe. + _Enter Ofelia as before._ + _Lear._ Who's this, _Ofelia?_ O my deere sister! +I'st possible a yong maides life, +Should be as mortall as an olde mans sawe? +O heau'ns themselues! how now _Ofelia_? + _Ofel._ Wel God a mercy, I a bin gathering of floures: +Here, here is rew for you, +You may call it hearb a grace a Sundayes, +Heere's some for me too: you must weare your rew +With a difference, there's a dazie. +Here Loue, there's rosemary for you +For remembrance: I pray Loue remember, +And there's pansey for thoughts. + _Lear._ A document in madnes, thoughts, remembrance: +O God, O God! + _Ofelia_ There is fennell for you, I would a giu'n you +Some violets, but they all withered, when +My father died: alas, they say the owle was +A Bakers daughter, we see what we are, +But can not tell what we shall be. +For bonny sweete Robin is all my ioy. [H2] + _Lear._ Thoughts & afflictions, torments worse than hell. + _Ofel._ Nay Loue, I pray you make no words of this now: +I pray now, you shall sing a downe, +And you a downe a, t'is a the Kings daughter +And the false steward, and if any body +Aske you of any thing, say you this. +Tomorrow is saint Valentines day, +All in the morning betime, +And a maide at your window, +To be your Valentine: +The yong man rose, and dan'd his clothes, +And dupt the chamber doore, +Let in the maide, that out a maide +Neuer departed more. +Nay I pray marke now, +By gisse, and by saint Charitie, +Away, and fie for shame: +Yong men will doo't when they come too't: +By cocke they are too blame. +Quoth she, before you tumbled me, +You promised me to wed. +So would I a done, by yonder Sunne, +If thou hadst not come to my bed. +So God be with you all, God bwy Ladies. +God bwy you Loue. _exit Ofelia._ + _Lear._ Griefe vpon griefe, my father murdered, +My sister thus distracted: +Cursed be his soule that wrought this wicked act. + _king_ Content you good Leartes for a time, +Although I know your griefe is as a floud, +Brimme full of sorrow, but forbeare a while, +And thinke already the reuenge is done +On him that makes you such a haplesse sonne. + _Lear._ You haue preuail'd my Lord, a while I'le striue, +To bury griefe within a tombe of wrath, +Which once vnhearsed, then the world shall heare [H2v] +Leartes had a father he held deere. + _king_ No more of that, ere many days be done, +You shall heare that you do not dreame vpon. _exeunt om._ + _Enter Horatio and the Queene._ + _Hor._ Madame, your sonne is safe arriv'de in _Denmarke_, +This letter I euen now receiv'd of him, +Whereas he writes how he escap't the danger, +And subtle treason that the king had plotted, +Being crossed by the contention of the windes, +He found the Packet sent to the king of _England_, +Wherein he saw himselfe betray'd to death, +As at his next conuersion with your grace, +He will relate the circumstance at full. + _Queene_ Then I perceiue there's treason in his lookes +That seem'd to sugar o're his villanie: +But I will soothe and please him for a time, +For murderous mindes are always jealous, +But know not you _Horatio_ where he is? + _Hor._ Yes Madame, and he hath appoyntd me +To meete him on the east side of the Cittie +To morrow morning. + _Queene_ O faile not, good _Horatio_, and withall, com- +A mothers care to him, bid him a while (mend me +Be wary of his presence, lest that he +Faile in that he goes about. + _Hor._ Madam, neuer make doubt of that: +I thinke by this the news be come to court: +He is arriv'de, obserue the king, and you shall +Quickely finde, _Hamlet_ being here, +Things fell not to his minde. + _Queene_ But what became of _Gilderstone_ and _Rossencraft_? + _Hor._ He being set ashore, they went for _England_, +And in the Packet there writ down that doome +To be perform'd on them poynted for him: +And by great chance he had his fathers Seale, +So all was done without discouerie. [H3] + _Queene_ Thankes be to heauen for blessing of the prince, +_Horatio_ once againe I take my leaue, +With thowsand mothers blessings to my sonne. + _Horat._ Madam adue. + _Enter King and Leartes._ + _King._ Hamlet from _England_! is it possible? +What chance is this? they are gone, and he come home. + _Lear._ O he is welcome, by my soule he is: +At it my iocund heart doth leape for ioy, +That I shall liue to tell him, thus he dies. + _king_ Leartes, content your selfe, be rulde by me, +And you shall haue no let for your reuenge. + _Lear._ My will, not all the world. + _King_ Nay but Leartes, marke the plot I haue layde, +I haue heard him often with a greedy wish, +Vpon some praise that he hath heard of you +Touching your weapon, which with all his heart, +He might be once tasked for to try your cunning. + _Lea._ And how for this? + _King_ Mary Leartes thus: I'le lay a wager, +Shalbe on _Hamlets_ side, and you shall giue the oddes, +The which will draw him with a more desire, +To try the maistry, that in twelue venies +You gaine not three of him: now this being granted, +When you are hot in midst of all your play, +Among the foyles shall a keene rapier lie, +Steeped in a mixture of deadly poyson, +That if it drawes but the least dramme of blood, +In any part of him, he cannot liue: +This being done will free you from suspition, +And not the deerest friend that _Hamlet_ lov'de +Will euer haue Leartes in suspect. + _Lear._ My lord, I like it well: +But say lord _Hamlet_ should refuse this match. + _King_ I'le warrant you, wee'le put on you +Such a report of singularitie, [H3v] +Will bring him on, although against his will. +And lest that all should misse, +I'le haue a potion that shall ready stand, +In all his heate when that he calles for drinke, +Shall be his period and our happinesse. + _Lear._ T'is excellent, O would the time were come! +Here comes the Queene. _enter the Queene._ + _king_ How now Gertred, why looke you heauily? + _Queene_ O my Lord, the yong _Ofelia_ +Hauing made a garland of sundry sortes of floures, +Sitting vpon a willow by a brooke, +The enuious sprig broke, into the brooke she fell, +And for a while her clothes spread wide abroade, +Bore the yong Lady vp: and there she sate smiling, +Euen Mermaide-like, twixt heauen and earth, +Chaunting olde sundry tunes vncapable +As it were of her distresse, but long it could not be, +Till that her clothes, being heauy with their drinke, +Dragg'd the sweete wretch to death. + _Lear._ So, she is drownde: +Too much of water hast thou _Ofelia_, +Therefore I will not drowne thee in my teares, +Reuenge it is must yeeld this heart releese, +For woe begets woe, and griefe hangs on griefe. _exeunt._ + _enter Clowne and an other_ + _Clowne_ I say no, she ought not to be buried +In christian buriall. + 2. Why sir? + _Clowne_ Mary because shee's drownd. + 2. But she did not drowne her selfe. + _Clowne_ No, that's certaine, the water drown'd her. + 2. Yea but it was against her will. + _Clowne_ No, I deny that, for looke you sir, I stand here, +If the water come to me, I drowne not my selfe: +But if I goe to the water, and am there drown'd, +_Ergo_ I am guiltie of my owne death: [H4] +Y'are gone, goe y'are gone sir. + 2. I but see, she hath christian buriall, +Because she is a great woman. + _Clowne_ Mary more's the pitty, that great folke +Should haue more authoritie to hang or drowne +Themselues, more than other people: +Goe fetch me a stope of drinke, but before thou +Goest, tell me one thing, who buildes strongest, +Of a Mason, a Shipwright, or a Carpenter? + 2. Why a Mason, for he buildes all of stone, +And will indure long. + _Clowne_ That's prety, too't agen, too't agen. + 2. Why then a Carpenter, for he buildes the gallowes, +And that brings many a one to his long home. + _Clowne_ Prety agen, the gallowes doth well, mary howe +dooes it well? the gallowes dooes well to them that doe ill, +goe get thee gone: +And if any one aske thee hereafter, say, +A Graue-maker, for the houses he buildes +Last till Doomes-day. Fetch me a stope of beere, goe. + + _Enter Hamlet and Horatio._ + _Clowne_ A picke-axe and a spade, +A spade for and a winding sheete, +Most fit it is, for t'will be made, _he throwes vp a shouel._ +For such a ghest most meete. + _Ham._ Hath this fellow any feeling of himselfe, +That is thus merry in making of a graue? +See how the slaue joles their heads against the earth. + _Hor._ My lord, Custome hath made it in him seeme no- + _Clowne_ A pick-axe and a spade, a spade, (thing. +For and a winding sheete, +Most fit it is for to be made, +For such a ghest most meet. + _Ham._ Looke you, there's another _Horatio_. +Why mai't not be the soull of some Lawyer? [H4v] +Me thinkes he should indite that fellow +Of an action of Batterie, for knocking +Him about the pate with's shouel: now where is your +Quirkes and quillets now, your vouchers and +Double vouchers, your leases and free-holde, +And tenements? why that same boxe there will scarce +Holde the conueiance of his land, and must +The honor lie there? O pittifull transformance! +I prethee tell me _Horatio_, +Is parchment made of sheep-skinnes? + _Hor._ I my Lorde, and of calues-skinnes too. + _Ham._ Ifaith they prooue themselues sheepe and calues +That deale with them, or put their trust in them. +There's another, why may not that be such a ones +Scull, that praised my Lord such a ones horse, +When he meant to beg him? _Horatio_, I prethee +Lets question yonder fellow. +Now my friend, whose graue is this? + _Clowne_ Mine sir. + _Ham._ But who must lie in it? (sir. + _Clowne_ If I should say, I should, I should lie in my throat + _Ham._ What man must be buried here? + _Clowne_ No man sir. + _Ham._ What woman? + _Clowne_. No woman neither sir, but indeede +One that was a woman. + _Ham._ An excellent fellow by the Lord _Horatio_, +This seauen yeares haue I noted it: the toe of the pesant, +Comes so neere the heele of the courtier, +That hee gawles his kibe, I prethee tell mee one thing, +How long will a man lie in the ground before hee rots? + _Clowne_ I faith sir, if hee be not rotten before +He be laide in, as we haue many pocky corses, +He will last you, eight yeares, a tanner +Will last you eight yeares full out, or nine. + _Ham._ And why a tanner? [I1] + _Clowne_ Why his hide is so tanned with his trade, +That it will holde out water, that's a parlous +Deuourer of your dead body, a great soaker. +Looke you, heres a scull hath bin here this dozen yeare, +Let me see, I euer since our last king _Hamlet_ +Slew _Fortenbrasse_ in combat, yong _Hamlets_ father, +Hee that's mad. + _Ham._ I mary, how came he madde? + _Clowne_ Ifaith very strangely, by loosing of his wittes. + _Ham._ Vpon what ground? + _Clowne_ A this ground, in _Denmarke_. + _Ham._ Where is he now? + _Clowne_ Why now they sent him to _England_. + _Ham._ To _England_! wherefore? + _Clowne_ Why they say he shall haue his wittes there, +Or if he haue not, t'is no great matter there, +It will not be seene there. + _Ham._ Why not there? + _Clowne_ Why there they say the men are as mad as he. + _Ham._ Whose scull was this? + _Clowne_ This, a plague on him, a madde rogues it was, +He powred once a whole flagon of Rhenish of my head, +Why do not you know him? this was one _Yorickes_ scull. + _Ham._ Was this? I prethee let me see it, alas poore _Yoricke_ +I knew him _Horatio_, +A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty times +vpon his backe, here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a +hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres +your iefts now _Yoricke_? your flashes of meriment: now go +to my Ladies chamber, and bid her paint her selfe an inch +thicke, to this she must come _Yoricke_. _Horatio_, I prethee +tell me one thing, doost thou thinke that _Alexander_ looked +thus? + _Hor._ Euen so my Lord. + _Ham._ And smelt thus? + _Hor._ I my lord, no otherwise. [I1v] + _Ham._ No, why might not imagination worke, as thus of +_Alexander_, _Alexander_ died, _Alexander_ was buried, _Alexander_ +became earth, of earth we make clay, and _Alexander_ being +but clay, why might not time bring to passe, that he might +stoppe the boung hole of a beere barrell? +Imperious Cæsar dead and turnd to clay, +Might stoppe a hole, to keepe the winde away. + _Enter King and Queene, Leartes, and other lordes, + with a Priest after the coffin._ + _Ham._ What funerall's this that all the Court laments? +It shews to be some noble parentage: +Stand by a while. + _Lear._ What ceremony else? say, what ceremony else? + _Priest_ My Lord, we haue done all that lies in vs, +And more than well the church can tolerate, +She hath had a Dirge sung for her maiden soule: +And but for fauour of the king, and you, +She had beene buried in the open fieldes, +Where now she is allowed christian buriall. + _Lear._ So, I tell thee churlish Priest, a ministring Angell +shall my sister be, when thou liest howling. + _Ham._ The faire _Ofelia_ dead! + _Queene_ Sweetes to the sweete, farewell: +I had thought to adorne thy bridale bed, faire maide, +And not to follow thee vnto thy graue. + _Lear._ Forbeare the earth a while: sister farewell: + L_eartes leapes into the graue._ +Now powre your earth on, _Olympus_ hie, +And make a hill to o're top olde _Pellon_: _Hamlet leapes_ +Whats he that coniures so? _in after _L_eartes_ + _Ham._ Beholde tis I, _Hamlet_ the Dane. + _Lear._ The diuell take thy soule. + _Ham._ O thou praiest not well, +I prethee take thy hand from off my throate, +For there is something in me dangerous, +Which let thy wisedome feare, holde off thy hand: [I2] +I lou'de _Ofelia_ as deere as twenty brothers could: +Shew me what thou wilt doe for her: +Wilt fight, wilt fast, wilt pray, +Wilt drinke vp vessels, eate a crocadile? Ile doot: +Com'st thou here to whine? +And where thou talk'st of burying thee a liue, +Here let vs stand: and let them throw on vs, +Whole hills of earth, till with the heighth therof, +Make Oosell as a Wart. + _King_. Forbeare _Leartes_, now is hee mad, as is the sea, +Anone as milde and gentle as a Doue: +Therfore a while giue his wilde humour scope. + _Ham._ What is the reason sir that you wrong mee thus? +I neuer gaue you cause: but stand away, +A Cat will meaw, a Dog will haue a day. + _Exit Hamlet and Horatio._ + _Queene_. Alas, it is his madnes makes him thus, +And not his heart, _Leartes_. + _King_. My lord, t'is so: but wee'le no longer trifle, +This very day shall _Hamlet_ drinke his last, +For presently we meane to send to him, +Therfore _Leartes_ be in readynes. + _Lear._ My lord, till then my soule will not bee quiet. + _King_. Come _Gertred_, wee'l haue _Leartes_, and our sonne, +Made friends and Louers, as befittes them both, +Even as they tender vs, and loue their countrie. + _Queene_ God grant they may. _exeunt omnes._ + _Enter Hamlet and Horatio_ + _Ham._ beleeue mee, it greeues mee much _Horatio_, +That to _Leartes_ I forgot my selfe: +For by my selfe me thinkes I feele his griefe, +Though there's a difference in each others wrong. + _Enter a Bragart Gentleman._ + _Horatio_, but marke yon water-flie, +The Court knowes him, but hee knowes not the Court. + _Gent._ Now God saue thee, sweete prince _Hamlet_. [I2v] + _Ham._ And you sir: soh, how the muske-cod smels! + _Gen._ I come with an embassage from his maiesty to you + _Ham._ I shall sir giue you attention: +By my troth me thinkes t'is very colde. + _Gent._ It is indeede very rawish colde. + _Ham._ T'is hot me thinkes. + _Gent._ Very swoltery hote: +The King, sweete Prince, hath layd a wager on your side, +Six Barbary horse, against six french rapiers, +With all their acoutrements too, a the carriages: +In good faith they are curiously wrought. + _Ham._ The cariages sir, I do not know what you meane. + _Gent._ The girdles, and hangers sir, and such like. + _Ham._ The worde had beene more cosin german to the +phrase, if he could haue carried the canon by his side, +And howe's the wager? I vnderstand you now. + _Gent._ Mary sir, that yong Leartes in twelue venies +At Rapier and Dagger do not get three oddes of you, +And on your side the King hath laide, +And desires you to be in readinesse. + _Ham._ Very well, if the King dare venture his wager, +I dare venture my skull: when must this be? + _Gent._ My Lord, presently, the king, and her maiesty, +With the rest of the best iudgement in the Court, +Are comming downe into the outward pallace. + _Ham._ Goe tell his maiestie, I will attend him. + _Gent._ I shall deliuer your most sweet answer. _exit._ + _Ham._ You may sir, none better, for y'are spiced, +Else he had a bad nose could not smell a foole. + _Hor._ He will disclose himself without inquirie. + _Ham._ Beleeue me _Horatio_, my hart is on the sodaine +Very sore, all here about. + _Hor._ My lord, forebeare the challenge then. + _Ham._ No _Horatio_, not I, if danger be now, +Why then it is not to come, theres a predestinate prouidence +in the fall of a sparrow: heere comes the King. [I3] + _Enter King, Queene, Leartes, Lordes._ + _King_ Now sonne _Hamlet,_ we hane laid vpon your head, +And make no question but to haue the best. + _Ham._ Your maiestie hath laide a the weaker side. + _King_ We doubt it not, deliuer them the foiles. + _Ham._ First Leartes, heere's my hand and loue, +Protesting that I neuer wrongd _Leartes_. +If _Hamlet_ in his madnesse did amisse, +That was not _Hamlet_, but his madnes did it, +And all the wrong I e're did to _Leartes_, +I here proclaime was madnes, therefore lets be at peace, +And thinke I haue shot mine arrow o're the house, +And hurt my brother. + _Lear._ Sir I am satisfied in nature, +But in termes of honor I'le stand aloofe, +And will no reconcilement, +Till by some elder maisters of our time +I may be satisfied. + _King_ Giue them the foyles. + _Ham._ I'le be your foyle _Leartes_, these foyles, +Haue all a laught, come on sir: _a hit._ + _Lear._ No none. _Heere they play:_ + _Ham._ Iudgement. + _Gent._ A hit, a most palpable hit. + _Lear._ Well, come againe. _They play againe._ + _Ham._ Another. Iudgement. + _Lear._ I, I grant, a tuch, a tuch. + _King_ Here _Hamlet_, the king doth drinke a health to thee + _Queene_ Here _Hamlet_, take my napkin, wipe thy face. + _King_ Giue him the wine. + _Ham._ Set it by, I'le haue another bowt first, +I'le drinke anone. + _Queene_ Here _Hamlet_, thy mother drinkes to thee. + _Shee drinkes._ + _King_ Do not drinke _Gertred_: O t'is the poysned cup! + _Ham_. _Leartes_ come, you dally with me, [I3v] +I pray you passe with your most cunningst play. + _Lear_. I! say you so? haue at you, +Ile hit you now my Lord: +And yet it goes almost against my conscience. + _Ham._ Come on sir. + + _They catch one anothers Rapiers, and both are wounded, + Leartes falles downe, the Queene falles downe and dies._ + + _King_ Looke to the Queene. + _Queene_ O the drinke, the drinke, H_amlet_, the drinke. + _Ham_. Treason, ho, keepe the gates. + _Lords_ How ist my Lord _Leartes_? + _Lear._ Euen as a coxcombe should, +Foolishly slaine with my owne weapon: +_Hamlet_, thou hast not in thee halfe an houre of life, +The fatall Instrument is in thy hand. +Vnbated and invenomed: thy mother's poysned +That drinke was made for thee. + _Ham._ The poysned Instrument within my hand? +Then venome to thy venome, die damn'd villaine: +Come drinke, here lies thy vnion here. _The king dies._ + _Lear._ O he is iustly serued: +_Hamlet_, before I die, here take my hand, +And withall, my loue: I doe forgiue thee. _Leartes dies._ + _Ham._ And I thee, O I am dead _Horatio_, fare thee well. + _Hor._ No, I am more an antike Roman, +Then a Dane, here is some poison left. + _Ham._ Vpon my loue I charge thee let it goe, +O fie _Horatio_, and if thou shouldst die, +What a scandale wouldst thou leaue behinde? +What tongue should tell the story of our deaths, +If not from thee? O my heart sinckes _Horatio_, +Mine eyes haue lost their sight, my tongue his vse: +Farewel _Horatio_, heauen receiue my soule. _Ham. dies._ + + _Enter Voltemar and the Ambassadors from England. [I4] + enter Fortenbrasse with his traine._ + _Fort._ Where is this bloudy fight? + _Hor._ If aught of woe or wonder you'ld behold, +Then looke vpon this tragicke spectacle. + _Fort._ O imperious death! how many Princes +Hast thou at one draft bloudily shot to death? (_land_, + _Ambass._ Our ambassie that we haue brought from _Eng-_ +Where be these Princes that should heare vs speake? +O most most vnlooked for time! vnhappy country. + _Hor._ Content your selues, Ile shew to all, the ground, +The first beginning of this Tragedy: +Let there a scaffold be rearde vp in the market place, +And let the State of the world be there: +Where you shall heare such a sad story tolde, +That neuer mortall man could more vnfolde. + _Fort._ I haue some rights of memory to this kingdome, +Which now to claime my leisure doth inuite mee: +Let foure of our chiefest Captaines +Beare _Hamlet_ like a souldier to his graue: +For he was likely, had he liued, +To a prou'd most royall. +Take vp the bodie, such a fight as this +Becomes the fieldes, but here doth much amisse. + + _Finis_ + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, +Prince of Denmarke, by William Shakespeare + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TRAGICALL HISTORIE OF HAMLET *** + +This file should be named 9077-8.txt or 9077-8.zip + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Jonathan Ingram, Karl Hagen, +Charles Franks, and The Distributed Proofreaders + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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