Authors: William Shakespeare
HAMLET
Wormwood
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, wormwood.
Aside?
BAPTISTA
The
instances
that second marriage
move
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Are base
respects of thrift
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, but none of love:
A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
PLAYER KING
I do believe you think what now you speak,
But what we do determine oft we break.
Purpose is but the slave to memory
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,
Of violent birth, but poor validity,
Which
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now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall unshaken when they mellow be.
Most necessary ’tis that we forget
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To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
The violence of either grief or joy
Their own
enactures
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with themselves destroy:
Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident
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.
This world is not for
aye
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, nor ’tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change,
For ’tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.
The great man
down
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, you mark his favourites flies:
The
poor advanced
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makes friends of enemies.
And
hitherto
doth love on fortune
tend
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,
For
who not needs
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shall never lack a friend,
And
who in want
a hollow friend doth
try
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,
Directly
seasons him
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his enemy.
But, orderly to end where I begun,
Our wills and fates do so contrary run
That our
devices
still
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are overthrown:
Our thoughts are ours, their
ends
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none of our own.
So think thou wilt no second husband wed,
But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
BAPTISTA
Nor
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earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
Sport and repose lock from me day and night
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,
Each
opposite
that
blanks
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the face of joy
Meet what I would have well and it destroy
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!
Both
here and hence
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pursue me lasting strife,
If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
HAMLET
If she should break it now!
PLAYER KING
’Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile:
My spirits grow dull, and
fain
I would
beguile
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The tedious day with sleep.
BAPTISTA
Sleep rock thy brain,
[
He
]
sleeps
And never come mischance between us twain.
Exit
HAMLET
Madam, how like you this play?
GERTRUDE
The lady
protests
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too much, methinks.
HAMLET
O, but she’ll keep her word.
KING
Have you heard the argument? Is there no
offence
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in’t?
HAMLET
No, no, they do but
jest
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, poison in jest: no offence
i’th’world.
KING
What do you call the play?
HAMLET
The Mousetrap
. Marry, how?
Tropically
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. This play is
the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is the
duke’s
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name, his wife, Baptista. You shall see anon: ’tis a knavish
piece of work, but what o’that? Your majesty and we that
have free souls, it touches us not: let the
galled jade
wince
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,
our
withers
are
unwrung
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.
Enter Lucianus
This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king.
OPHELIA
You are a good
chorus
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, my lord.
HAMLET
I could
interpret
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between you and your love, if I
could see the
puppets
dallying
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.
OPHELIA
You are
keen
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, my lord, you are keen.
HAMLET
It would cost you a
groaning
to
take off my edge
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.
OPHELIA
Still
better, and worse
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.
HAMLET
So
you
mis-take your husbands
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.— Begin,
murderer:
pox
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, leave thy damnable faces, and begin.
Come,
the croaking
raven
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doth bellow for revenge.
LUCIANUS
Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit and time
agreeing,
Confederate season, else no creature seeing
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,
Thou mixture
rank
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, of midnight weeds collected,
With
Hecate’s ban
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thrice blasted, thrice infected,
Thy natural magic and
dire property
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,
On
wholesome
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life usurp immediately.
Pours the poison in his ears
HAMLET
He poisons him i’th’garden
for’s
estate.
His
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name’s
Gonzago: the story is extant and writ in choice Italian. You
shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s
wife.
King stands
OPHELIA
The king rises.
HAMLET
What, frighted with
false fire
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?
GERTRUDE
How fares my lord?
POLONIUS
Give o’er the play.
KING
Give me some light. Away!
ALL
Lights, lights, lights!
Exeunt. Hamlet and Horatio remain
HAMLET
Why, let the
strucken
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deer go weep,
The
hart ungallèd
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play,
For some must
watch
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, while some must sleep:
So runs the world away.
Would not
this
, sir, and a forest of
feathers
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— if the rest of
my fortunes
turn Turk with
me — with two
Provincial
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roses on my
razed shoes
, get me a
fellowship in a cry
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of
players, sir?
HORATIO
Half a
share
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.
HAMLET
A whole one, I.
For thou dost know, O
Damon
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dear,
This realm
dismantled
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was
Of
Jove
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himself, and now reigns here
A very, very —
pajock
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.
HORATIO
You might have
rhymed
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.
HAMLET
O, good Horatio, I’ll take the ghost’s word for a
thousand pound. Didst perceive?
HORATIO
Very well, my lord.
HAMLET
Upon the talk of the poisoning?
HORATIO
I did very well note him.
HAMLET
O, ha! Come, some music. Come, the recorders.
For if the king like not the comedy,
Why then, belike, he likes it not,
perdy
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.
Come, some music!
Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
GUILDENSTERN
Good my lord,
vouchsafe
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me a word with you.
HAMLET
Sir, a whole history.
GUILDENSTERN
The king, sir—
HAMLET
Ay, sir, what of him?
GUILDENSTERN
Is in his
retirement
marvellous
distempered
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.
HAMLET
With drink, sir?
GUILDENSTERN
No, my lord, rather with
choler
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.
HAMLET
Your wisdom should show itself more richer to
signify
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this to his doctor, for for me to put him to his
purgation
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would perhaps plunge him into far more choler.
GUILDENSTERN
Good my lord, put your discourse into some
frame
and
start
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not so wildly from my affair.
HAMLET
I am tame, sir: pronounce.
GUILDENSTERN
The queen, your mother, in most great affliction
of spirit, hath sent me to you.
HAMLET
You are welcome.
GUILDENSTERN
Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the
right
breed
. If it shall please you to make me a
wholesome
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answer, I will do your mother’s commandment: if not, your
pardon
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and my return shall be the end of my business.
HAMLET
Sir, I cannot.
GUILDENSTERN
What, my lord?
HAMLET
Make you a wholesome answer: my wit’s diseased.
But, sir, such answers as I can make, you shall command, or
rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no more, but to the
matter: my mother, you say—
ROSENCRANTZ
Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck
her into
amazement
and
admiration
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.
HAMLET
O,
wonderful
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son, that can so astonish a mother!
But is there no sequel at the heels of this mother’s
admiration?
ROSENCRANTZ
She desires to speak with you in her
closet
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ere
you go to bed.
HAMLET
We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have
you any further
trade
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with us?
ROSENCRANTZ
My lord, you once did love me.
HAMLET
So I do still, by these
pickers and stealers
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.
ROSENCRANTZ
Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper?
You do freely bar the door of your own
liberty
, if you
deny
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your griefs to your friend.
HAMLET
Sir, I lack advancement.
ROSENCRANTZ
How can that be, when you have the voice of the
king himself for your succession in Denmark?
HAMLET
Ay, but
‘While the grass grows’
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— the proverb is
something musty.
Enter one with a recorder
O, the recorder! Let me see.
Takes the recorder
to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
To
withdraw
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with you: why do you go
about to
recover the wind of me, as if
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you would drive me into a toil?
GUILDENSTERN
O, my lord,
if my duty be too bold, my love is too
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unmannerly.
HAMLET
I do not well understand that. Will you play upon
this pipe?
GUILDENSTERN
My lord, I cannot.
HAMLET
I pray you.
GUILDENSTERN
Believe me, I cannot.
HAMLET
I do beseech you.
GUILDENSTERN
I know no touch of it, my lord.
HAMLET
’Tis as easy as lying: govern these
ventages
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with
your finger and thumb, give it breath with your mouth and it
will discourse most excellent music. Look you, these are the
stops.
GUILDENSTERN
But these cannot I command to any utterance of
harmony: I have not the skill.
HAMLET
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you
make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to
know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my
mystery
, you would
sound
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me from my lowest note to the top
of my
compass
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, and there is much music, excellent voice, in
this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. Why, do you
think that I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me
what instrument you will, though you can
fret
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me, you