Hamlet Page #2
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- 1969
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of reason would have mourn'd longer -
married with my uncle,
my father's brother;
but no more like my father
than I to Hercules.
Within a month,
ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
she married.
with such dexterity to incestuous sheets.
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart,
for I must hold my tongue.
Hail to your lordship.
I am glad to see you well.
Horatio, or I do forget myself.
The same, my lord,
and your poor servant ever.
Sir, my good friend,
I'll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg,
Horatio?
Marcellus. I am very glad to see you.
Good even, sir. But what, in faith,
make you from Wittenberg?
- A truant disposition, good my lord.
- I would not hear your enemy say so.
But what is your affair in Elsinore? We'll
teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
My lord,
I came to see your father's funeral.
I prithee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see
my mother's wedding.
Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio!
The funeral bak'd meats did coldly
furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father, methinks I see my father.
Where, my lord?
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Saw who?
My lord, the King your father.
For God's love, let me hear.
Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
in the dead vast and middle of the night,
been thus encountered.
A figure like your father,
armed at point exactly, cap--pie,
appears before them,
and with solemn march
goes slow and stately by them.
But where was this?
My lord, upon the platform
where we watch.
- Did you not speak to it?
- My lord, I did, but answer made it none.
'Tis very strange.
As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;
and we did think it writ down
in our duty to let you know of it.
Indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
Hold you the watch tonight?
- We do, my lord.
- Arm'd, say you?
From head to foot.
- Then saw you not his face?
- O yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
- I would I had been there.
- It would have much amaz'd you.
Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
While one with moderate haste
might tell a hundred.
- Longer.
- Not when I saw't.
- His beard was grizzl'd, no?
- It was as I have seen it in his life.
A sable silver'd.
I will watch tonight.
Perchance 'twill walk again.
I warrant it will.
My necessaries are embark'd.
And, sister, as the winds
give benefit and convoy is assistant,
do not sleep but let me hear from you.
Do you doubt that?
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour,
hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,
a violet in the youth of primy nature.
No more!
- No more but so?
- Think it no more;
he may not, as unvalued persons do,
carve for himself;
for on his choice depends
the safety and health of this whole state.
Then weigh what loss
your honour may sustain,
if with too credent ear you list his songs,
or lose your heart,
to his unmast'red importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister.
The chariest maid is prodigal enough
if she unmask her beauty to the moon.
I shall the effect of this good lesson take
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.
Yet here, Laertes!
Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
and you are stayed for.
There, my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory.
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, unfledg'd comrade.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
but not expressed 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.
This above all - to thine own self be true,
and it shall follow, as the night the day,
thou canst not then be false to any man.
Most humbly do I take my leave my lord.
The time invites you;
go, your servants tend.
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.
What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?
So please you, something touching
the Lord Hamlet.
Marry, well bethought. What is
between you? Give me up the truth.
He hath, my lord, importuned me
with love in honourable fashion.
Ay, fashion you may call it.
And hath given countenance
to his speech
with almost all the holy vows of heaven.
Ay, springes to catch woodcocks!
From this time be something
scanter of your maiden presence.
have you so slander any moment's leisure
as to give words or talk
with the Lord Hamlet.
The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
It is a nipping and an eager air.
- What hour now?
- No, it is struck.
- lndeed? I heard it not.
It then draws near the season
wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
What does this mean, my lord?
The King doth wake tonight
and takes his rouse,
keeps wassail, and, as he drains
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 manor born,
it is a custom more honoured
in the breach than the observance.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health
or goblin damn'd,
thou com'st
in such a questionable shape
that I will speak to thee.
I'll call thee Hamlet.
King,
Father,
royal Dane.
What may this mean, dead corse,
that thou again in complete steel
revisits thus the glimpses of the moon,
making night hideous
and we fools of nature
so horridly to shake our dispositions
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.
- 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 at a pin's fee.
And for my soul, what can it do to that,
being a thing immortal as itself?
It waves me still. I'll follow it.
- You shall not go, my lord.
- Hold off your hands. My fate cries out.
I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.
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