Hamlet Page #3
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Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet and the trifling
of his favour,
hold it a fashion
and a toy in blood,
a violet
Forward, not permanent,
sweet, not lasting.
The perfume and suppliance
of a minute - no more.
No more but so? Think it no more.
Perhaps he loves you now,
and now no soil nor cautel
doth besmirch
the virtue of his will.
But you must fear,
his greatness weigh'd,
his will is not his own.
For he himself
is subject to his birth.
He may not,
carve for himself,
for on his choice depends
the safety and the health
of this whole state.
And therefore must his choice
be circumscribed
unto the voice and yielding of
that body whereof he is the head.
Then if he says he loves you,
it fits your wisdom
so far to believe it
as he in his particular act
and place
may give his saying deed -
which is no further
than the main voice of Denmark
goes withal.
Then weigh what loss
your honour may sustain,
if with too credent ear
you list his songs.
DISTANT THUMP:
Or lose your heart,
To his unmaster'd importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia!
Fear it, my dear sister,
and keep you
in the rear of your affection,
out of the shot
and danger of desire.
Be wary, then.
Best safety lies in fear.
Youth to itself rebels,
though none else near.
I shall the effect
of this good lesson keep,
as watchman to my heart.
But, good my brother,
do not,
as some ungracious pastors do,
show me the steep and thorny way
to Heaven,
whiles, like a puff'd and reckless
libertine,
himself the primrose path
of dalliance treads,
and recks not his own rede.
O, fear me not.
I stay too long,
but here my father comes.
A double blessing is a double grace,
occasion smiles upon a second leave.
Yet here, Laertes!
Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of
your sail, and you are stay'd for.
There, my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts
in thy memory
see thou character.
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
nor any unproportioned thought
his act.
Be thou familiar,
but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast,
grapple them to thy soul
with hoops of steel.
But do not dull thy palm
with entertainment
of each new-hatch'd,
unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel,
but being in,
bear't that the opposed
may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear,
but few thy voice,
take each man's censure,
but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit
as thy purse can buy,
but not express'd in fancy!
Rich, not gaudy,
for the apparel
oft proclaims the man.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
for loan...
..oft loses both
itself and friend...
And borrowing...
..dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all.
And it must follow,
as the night the day,
thou canst not then
be false to any man.
Farewell.
My blessing season this in thee!
Most humbly do I take my leave,
my lord.
The time invites you -
go, your servant tends.
Farewell, Ophelia.
And remember well
what I have said to you.
Tis in my memory lock'd,
and you yourself
shall keep the key of it.
Farewell.
DOOR CLOSES:
What is't, Ophelia,
he hath said to you?
So please you,
something touching the Lord Hamlet.
Marry, well bethought.
'Tis told me,
he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you,
and you yourself
have of your audience
been most free and bounteous.
If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,
and that in way of caution,
I must tell you,
you do not understand yourself
so clearly
as it behoves my daughter
and your honour.
What is between you?
Give me up the truth.
He hath, my lord,
of late made many tenders
of his affection to me.
Affection! Pah!
unsifted
in such perilous circumstance.
Do you believe his tenders,
as you call them?
I do not know, my lord,
what I should think.
Marry, I'll teach you.
Think yourself a baby,
That you have ta'en these tenders
for true pay,
which are not Sterling.
Tender yourself more dearly,
or, not to crack the wind
of the poor phrase,
running it thus
you'll tender me a fool.
My lord,
he hath importuned me with love
in honourable fashion.
Ay, fashion you may call it -
go to, go to.
And hath given countenance to
his speech, my lord,
with almost all
the holy vows of Heaven.
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks.
I do know,
when the blood burns,
how prodigal the soul
lends the tongue vows.
These blazes, daughter,
giving more light than heat,
extinct in both,
you must not take for fire.
From this time
be somewhat scanter
of your maiden presence,
for Lord Hamlet, believe so much
in him, that he is young
and with a larger tether may he walk
than may be given you.
In few, Ophelia,
do not believe his vows.
This is for all.
from this time forth,
have you so slander
any moment leisure,
as to give words or talk
with the Lord Hamlet.
Look to't, I charge you.
Come your ways.
I shall obey, my lord.
it is very cold.
It is a nipping and an eager air.
What hour now?
No, it is struck.
Indeed? I heard it not.
Then it draws near the season
wherein the spirit
held his wont to walk.
BANG:
FIREWORK:
What does this mean, my lord?
The king doth wake tonight
and takes his rouse,
Keeps wassail,
and the swaggering up-spring reels.
And, as he drains his draughts of
Rhenish down,
The kettle-drum
and trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his pledge.
Is it a custom?
Ay, marry, is't.
But to my mind,
though I am native here
and to the manner born,
it is a custom
more honour'd in the breach
than the observance.
FIREWORKS EXPLODE
Look, my lord, it comes!
Angels and ministers of grace
defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health
or goblin damn'd?
Bring with thee airs from
Heaven or blasts from Hell?
Be thy intents
wicked or charitable,
thou comest in such
a questionable shape
that I will speak to thee.
I'll call thee Hamlet,
King,
father,
royal Dane. O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance,
but tell
why thy canonised bones,
hearsed in death,
Why the sepulchre,
wherein we saw thee
quietly inter'd,
hath oped his ponderous
and marble jaws,
to cast thee up again.
What may this mean,
that thou, dead corpse,
again in complete steel
revisits thus
the glimpses of the moon,
making night hideous,
and we fools of nature
so horridly to shake
our disposition
with thoughts beyond
the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this?
Wherefore?
What should we do?
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some impartment did desire
to you alone.
It waves you to a more removed
ground. But do not go with it.
No, by no means. It will not speak,
then I will follow it.
Do not, my lord.
Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life in a pin's fee.
And for my soul,
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