Hamlet Page #7
- G
- Year:
- 1969
- 117 min
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I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet;
these words are not mine.
No, nor mine now.
My lord, you once played
at the university, you say?
That did l, my lord,
and was accounted a good actor.
- What did you enact?
- I did enact Julius Caesar;
I was kill'd i' th' Capitol;
Brutus kill'd me.
It was a brute part of him
to kill so capital a calf there.
- Be the players ready?
- My lord, they stay upon your patience.
Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.
No, good mother;
here's metal more attractive.
O, ho! do you mark that?
- Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
- No, my lord.
It's a fair thought
to lie between maids' legs.
You are keen, my lord.
It would cost you a groaning
to take off mine edge.
- You are merry, my lord.
- What should a man do but be merry?
For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks,
and my father died within's two hours.
'Tis twice two months, my lord.
What means this, my lord?
Marry, this is miching mallecho;
it means mischief.
Belike this show imports
the argument of the play.
We shall know by this fellow.
For us and for our tragedy,
here stooping to your clemency,
we beg your hearing patiently.
Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
- 'Tis brief, my lord.
- As woman's love.
their date is gone,
since happy times joined
both our hearts as one.
And now the blood that filled my youthful
veins runs weakly in their pipes,
and all the strains of music
which erstwhile pleas'd mine ear,
are now a burthen that age cannot bear:
and therefore sweet nature
must have her due,
to heaven must l
O say not so, lest that you kill my heart,
when death takes you,
let life from me depart.
Content thyself, when ended is my date,
thou may'st perchance
find a more noble mate.
O speak no more, for then I am accurs'd,
none weds the second
but who kills the first.
That's wormwood.
A second time I kill my lord that's dead
when second husband kisses me in bed.
I do believe you, sweet,
what now you speak;
but what we do determine oft we break,
so think thou wilt
no second husband wed,
but die thy thoughts
when thy first lord is dead.
Both here and hence,
pursue me lasting strife,
if once a widow ever I be wife.
Madam, how like you this play?
The lady doth protest too much,
methinks.
O, but she'll keep her word.
Have you heard the argument?
No, no; they do but jest, poison in jest;
no offence i' th' world.
- What do you call the play?
- The Mousetrap.
Marry, how? Tropically.
This play is the image of a murder
done in Vienna:
Gonzago is the duke's name;
his wife, Baptista.
You shall see anon. 'Tis a knavish
piece of work; but what of that?
Your Majesty, and we that
have free souls, it touches us not.
This is one Lucianus,
brother...nephew to the King.
You are as good as a chorus, my lord.
Pox, murderer; leave they
damnable faces and begin. Come;
the croaking raven
doth bellow for revenge.
Thoughts black, hands apt,
drugs fit, and time agreeing;
confederate season,
else no creature seeing;
thou mixture rank
with Hecate's ban thrice blasted,
thrice infected,
thy natural magic and dire property
on wholesome life usurps immediately.
He poisons him i' th' garden
for his estate.
His name's Gonzago.
The story is extant and written
in very choice ltalian.
You shall see anon how the murderer
gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
How fares my lord?
What, frighted with false fire?
Give o'er the play.
Give me some light. Away!
Why let the stricken deer go weep
the hart ungalled play
For some must watch while some must
sleep; thus runs the world away
O, sir, would not this get me a fellowship
in a cry of players?
- Half a share.
- A whole one, l.
For thou dost know, O Damon dear
This realm dismantled was
of Jove himself
And now reigns here a very very...paiock
You might have rhymed.
O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word
for a thousand pounds. Didst perceive?
Very well, my lord.
I did very well note him.
Good my lord.
Come, some music.
Come, the recorders.
For if the King like not the comedy,
why, then belike he likes it not, perdy.
Good my lord,
vouchsafe me a word with you.
Sir, a whole history.
The Queen, your mother, in most great
affliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.
- You are welcome.
- Nay, good my lord,
this courtesy is not of the right breed.
If it shall please you to make me
a wholesome answer,
I will do your mother's commandment.
- Sir, I cannot.
- What, my lord?
Make you a wholesome answer;
my wit's diseased.
But such answer as I can make,
you shall command.
Or rather, as you say, my mother.
in her closet ere you go to bed.
We shall obey were she ten times
our mother.
Have you any further trade with us?
My lord, you once did love me.
And do still,
by these pickers and stealers.
Good my lord,
what is your cause of distemper?
You do surely bar the door
on your own liberty
if you deny your griefs
to your friend.
Sir, I lack advancement.
How can that be, when you have
the voice of the King himself
for your succession
in Denmark?
Ay, sir, but "While the grass grows";
the proverb is something musty.
O, the recorders.
O, come, let me see one.
Will you play upon this pipe?
- My lord, I cannot.
- I pray you.
- Believe me, I cannot.
- I do beseech you.
- I know no touch of it, my lord.
- It is as easy as lying.
Look you, these are the stops.
But these cannot I command to any
utterance of harmony; I have not the skill.
Why, look you now,
how unworthy a thing you make of me.
You would play upon me;
you would seem to know my stops;
of my mystery;
you would sound me from my lowest note
to the top of my compass;
and there is much music,
excellent voice in this little organ,
yet cannot you make it speak.
'Sblood, do you think I'm easier
to be played upon than a pipe?
- My lord...
- God bless you, sir.
The Queen would speak with you,
and that presently.
Do you see yonder cloud that's almost
in the shape of a camel?
O, yes, by th' mass,
and 'tis like a camel indeed.
Methinks it is like a weasel.
'Tis backed like a weasel.
- Or like a whale?
- Very like a whale.
- Then I will come to my mother by and by.
- I will say so.
"By and by" is easily said.
Leave me, friends.
Let me be cruel, not unnatural:
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
A will come straight.
Look you lay home to him;
tell him his pranks have been
too broad to bear with,
and that your Grace hath screened
and stood between much heat and him.
I'll silence me even here.
Pray you, be round with him.
I'll warrant you. Fear me not.
Now, Mother, what's the matter?
Hamlet, thou hast thy father
much offended.
Mother,
you have my father much offended.
Come, come,
you answer with an idle tongue.
Go, go, you question
with a wicked tongue.
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