Hamlet Page #2
I will require your loves.
So fare you well.
Upon on the platform,
twixt 11 and 12, I'll visit you.
Our duty to your honour.
Your loves as mine to you.
Farewell.
Would the night were come.
Till then, sit still my soul.
Foul deeds will rise,
though all the earth
o'erwhelm them to men's eyes.
Perhaps he loves you now,
and now no soil nor cautel
doth besmirch the virtue
of his will.
But you must fear.
His virtue weighed,
his will is not his own,
for he is subject to his birth.
He may not, as unvalued persons do,
carve for himself,
for on his choice depends
the health and safety of this state.
Therefore must his choice be
circumscribed unto the voice
of that body whereof he is head.
Then if he says he loves you,
it fits your wisdom 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,
or lose your heart.
Or your chaste treasure open to
his ummastered importunity.
Fear it, Ophelia.
Fear it, my dear sister.
Keep you in the rear
of your affection,
out of shot and danger of desire.
Best safety lies in fear.
Youth to itself rebels,
though none else near.
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
while like a puffed
and reckless libertine
himself the primrose path
of dalliance treads...
and recks not his own creed.
Fear me not.
I stay too long.
A double blessing
is a double grace.
Occasin smiles upon a second leave.
Yet here, Laertes?
Aboard, aboard for shame.
The wind sits in the shoulder
of your sail, and you stayed for?
My blessing with thee.
And these few precepts,
in thy memory look thou character.
Give thy thoughts no tongue,
nor 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-hatched, unpledged comrade.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel,
but being in it,
bear it that the opposed
may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear,
but few thy voice.
Take each man's censure,
but reserve thy judgement.
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 must follow,
as the night the day,
thou canst not be false to any man.
I humbly take my leave, my lord.
The time invites you. Go.
Farewell, Ophelia.
Remember well what I said to you.
Angels and ministers of grace
defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health
or goblin damned,
bring with thee airs of heaven
or blasts from hell,
thou com'st in such questionable
shape that I'll speak to thee.
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.
I am thy father's spirit,
doomed for a term to walk the night
and by day to fast in fires till
the foul crimes done in my days
of nature of are burnt and purged.
But that I am forbid to tell
the secrets of my prison house,
lightest word would harrow thy soul,
freeze thy young blood,
make thy two eyes like stars
start from their spheres,
thy knotted and combined locks
to part,
and each to stand on end
like upon the fretful porcupine.
But this eternal blazon must not
be the ears of flesh and blood.
List, list, o list!
If thou did'st 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, unnatural.
Now,
Hamlet, dear.
'Tis given out that
sleeping in my orchard,
So the whole ear of Denmark
is by a forged process
But know, nobled youth, the serpent
that did sting thy father's life
now wears his crown.
My uncle!
Ay, that incestuous, adulterate
beast with witchcraft of his wit,
with traitorous gifts, wicked
gifts with the power to seduce,
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 a dignity that
it went hand in hand with
the vow I made to her in marriage.
And to decline upon a wretch
poor to those of mine.
But soft,
methinks I scent the morning air.
Brief let me be.
Sleeping in my orchard,
my custom of the afternoon,
upon my secure hour thy uncle stole
in a vial,
and in the porches of my ears
did pour the leprous distillment
whose effect holds such enmity
with the blood of man
that swift as quicksilver
and with sudden vigour it curds
like eager droppings into milk,
the thin and wholesome blood.
So did it mine.
Thus was I, sleeping,
by a brother's hand...
unhouseled, disappointed,
no reckoning made,
but sent to my account with
all my imperfections on my head.
O horrible, horrible,
most horrible!
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.
Leave her to Heaven
and to those thorns
that in her bosom lodge,
Fare thee well at once.
Remember me.
The time is out of joint.
O cursed spite,
that ever I was born
to set it right.
My lord.
What news, my lord?
O day and night,
but this is wondrous strange.
Therefore as a stranger
give him welcome.
There are more things
in heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of
in our philosophy.
My fate cries out.
What is it, Ophelia,
he hath sent you?
So please you, something
touching the lord Hamlet.
Marry, well bethought.
What is between you?
Give me up the truth.
He hath, of late, made many
tenders of his affection to me.
Affection!
Think yourself a baby,
that you take these tenders for
true pay, which are not sterling.
Tender yourself more dearly.
He hath importuned me with
love in honourable fashion.
When the blood burns,
how prodigal the soul
doth lend the tongue vows.
These blazes, daughter,
given more light than heat,
extinct in both,
even in their promise
as it is a-making,
you must not take for fire.
I do not know what I should think.
From this time,
be scanter of your maiden presence.
Set your entreatments
at a higher rate,
than a command to parley.
The Lord Hamlet, believe in him
so much that he is young
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