Hamlet Page #4
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what can it do to that,
being a thing immortal as itself?
I'll follow it.
What if it tempt you
toward the flood, my lord,
or to the dreadful summit
of the cliff
that beetles o'er his base
into the sea,
and there assume
which might deprive your sovereignty
of reason
and draw you into madness?
It waves me still.
Go on, I'll follow thee.
You shall not go, my lord.
Hold off your hands!
My fate cries out,
and makes each
petty artery in this body
as hardy as
the Nemean lion's nerve.
Still am I call'd.
Unhand me, gentlemen.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him
that lets me!
I say, away!
Go on, I'll follow thee.
He waxes desperate with imagination.
Let's follow - 'tis not fit
thus to obey him. Have after.
To what issue will this come?
Something is rotten
in the state of Denmark.
Heaven will direct it.
Nay, let's follow.
Where wilt thou lead me?
Speak, I'll go no further.
Mark me. I will.
My hour is almost come,
when I to sulphurous
and tormenting flames
must render up myself.
Alas, poor ghost!
Pity me not,
but lend thy serious hearing
to what I shall unfold.
Speak, I am bound to hear.
So art thou to revenge,
when thou dost hear.
What?
I am thy father's spirit,
doom'd for a certain term
to walk the night,
and for the day confined
to fast in fires,
till the foul crimes
done in my days of nature
But that I am forbid
to tell the secrets
of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold
whose lightest word
would harrow up thy soul,
freeze thy young blood,
make thy two eyes, like stars,
start from their spheres.
But this eternal blazon
must not be
to ears of flesh and blood.
List, list, O, list!
If thou didst ever
thy dear father love... O God!
..Revenge his foul
and most unnatural murder. Murder!
Murder most foul!
As in the best it is,
but this most foul,
strange and unnatural.
Haste me to know't,
that I, with wings as swift
as meditation
or the thoughts of love,
may sweep to my revenge.
I find thee apt.
'Tis given out
that, sleeping in my orchard,
But know,
thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting
thy father's life
now wears his crown.
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
Ay, that incestuous,
that adulterate beast,
with witchcraft of his wit,
with traitorous gifts,
won to his shameful lust
the will of my most
seeming-virtuous queen.
O Hamlet,
what a falling-off was there!
From me,
whose love was of that dignity
that it went hand in hand
even with the vow
I made to her in marriage,
and to decline
upon a wretch
to those of mine!
But lust,
though to a radiant angel link'd,
will sate itself
in a celestial bed,
and prey on garbage.
But, soft!
Methinks I scent the morning air.
Brief let me be.
Sleeping within my orchard,
my custom always in the afternoon,
upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,
with juice of curs-ed hebenon
in a vial,
and in the porches of my ears
did pour
the leperous distilment,
whose effect
holds such an enmity
with blood of man
that swift as quicksilver
it courses through
of the body,
and with a sudden vigour doth posset
and curd
the thin and wholesome blood.
So did it mine,
and a most instant tetter
bark'd about,
most lazar-like,
with vile and loathsome crust,
all my smooth body.
Thus was I, sleeping,
by a brother's hand
of life, of crown, and queen,
at once dispatch'd.
O, horrible!
Most horrible! O God!
If thou hast nature in thee,
bear it not!
Let not the royal bed of Denmark be
a couch for luxury and damned incest.
But, howsoever
thou pursuest this act,
taint not thy mind,
nor let thy soul contrive
against thy mother aught.
Leave her to Heaven
and to those thorns
that in her bosom lodge,
Fare thee well at once!
The glow-worm shows the matin
to be near,
and 'gins to pale
his ineffectual fire.
Adieu, adieu!
Hamlet...
VOICE ECHOES:
Remember me!
O all you host of Heaven!
O Earth! What else?
And shall I couple Hell? O, fie!
Hold, hold, my heart.
And you, my sinews,
grow not instant old,
but bear me stiffly up.
Remember thee?!
Ay, thou poor ghost,
in this distracted globe.
Remember thee?!
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away
all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms,
all pressures past,
that youth and observation
copied there.
And thy commandment
within the book and volume
of my brain,
unmix'd with baser matter.
Yes, by Heaven!
O most pernicious woman!
O villain,
villain,
smiling, damned villain!
My tables,
meet it is I set it down,
that one may smile, and smile,
and be a villain.
At least,
I'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
So, uncle, there you are.
Now to my word.
It is "Adieu, adieu! Remember me."
I have sworn 't.
My lord, my lord! Heaven secure him!
So be it!
Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!
Hillo, ho, ho, boy!
Come, bird, come.
How is't, my noble lord?
What news, my lord? O, wonderful!
Good my lord, tell it.
No, you'll reveal it.
Not I, my lord, by Heaven.
Nor I, my lord. How say you, then?
Would heart of man once think it?
But you'll be secret?
Ay, by Heaven, my lord.
There's ne'er a villain
dwelling in all Denmark
but he's an arrant knave.
There needs no ghost
come from the grave to tell us this.
Why, right, you are i' the right,
And so, without more circumstance
at all, I hold it fit
You, as your business and desire
shall point you,
for every man
has business and desires,
such as it is,
and for mine own poor part,
look you, I'll go pray.
These are but wild and whirling
words, my lord.
heartily. Yes, 'faith heartily.
There's no offence, my lord.
Yes, by Saint Patrick,
but there is, Horatio,
and much offence too.
Touching this vision here,
it is an honest ghost,
that let me tell you
for your desire
to know what is between us,
O'ermaster 't as you may.
And now, good friends,
as you are friends, scholars
and soldiers,
give me one poor request.
What is't, my lord? We will.
Never make known
what you have seen tonight.
BOTH:
My lord, we will not.Nay, but swear it.
In faith, my lord, not I.
Nor I, my lord, in faith.
Upon my sword.
We have sworn, my lord, already.
Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
ECHOING VOICE:
Swear. Ah, ha, boy!Say'st thou so?
Art thou there, truepenny?
Come on, you hear this fellow
in the cellarage -
consent to swear.
Propose the oath, my lord.
Never to speak of this that you
have seen, swear by my sword.
ECHOING VOICE:
Swear!Hic et ubique?
Then we'll shift our ground.
Come hither, gentlemen, and lay
your hands again upon my sword.
Never to speak of this
that you have heard.
Swear by my sword.
ECHOING VOICE:
Swear!Well said, old mole!
Canst work i' the earth so fast?
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