ACT I

Scene I.A platform before the Castle.

Francisco at his post.Enter to him Bernardo.

Ber. Who's there?

Fran. Nay, answer me.Stand and unfold yourself.

Ber. Long live the king！

Fran. Bernardo?

Ber. He.

Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour.

Ber.'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to bed, Francisco.

Fran. For this relief much thanks.'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Ber. Have you had quiet guard?

Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Ber. Well, good night.

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus，

The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.

Fran. I think I hear them.Stand, ho！Who is there?

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Hor. Friends to this ground.

Mar. And liegemen to the Dane.

Fran. Give you good night.

Mar. O, farewell, honest soldier.Who hath reliev'd you?

Fran. Bernardo hath my place.Give you good night.

Exit Francisco.

Mar. Holla, Bernardo！

Ber. Say, What, is Horatio there?

Hor. A piece of him.

Ber. Welcome, Horatio.Welcome, good Marcellus.

Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again tonight?

Ber. I have seen nothing.

Mar. Horatio says，'tis but our fantasy，

And will not let belief take hold of him

Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.

Therefore I have entreated him along，

With us, to watch the minutes of this night，

That if again this apparition come，

He may approve our eyes and speak to it.

Hor. Tush, tush，'twill not appear.

Ber. Sit down a while，

And let us once again assail your ears，

That are so fortifed against our story，

What we two nights have seen.

Hor. Well, sit we down，

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.

Ber. Last night of all，

When yond same star that's westward from the pole

Had made his course t'illume that part of heaven

Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself，

The bell then beating one—

Mar. Peace！Break thee off！Look where it comes again！

Enter Ghost.

Ber. In the same fgure, like the king that's dead.

Mar. Thou art a scholar；speak to it, Horatio.

Ber. Looks it not like the king?Mark it, Horatio.

Hor. Most like.It harrows me with fear and wonder.

Ber. It would be spoke to.

Mar. Question it, Horatio.

Hor. What art thou that usurp'st this time of night，

Together with that fair and warlike form

In which the majesty of buried Denmark

Did sometimes march?By heaven I charge thee, speak！

Mar. It is offended.

Ber. See, it stalks away！

Hor. Stay！Speak, speak！I charge thee, speak！

Exit the Ghost.

Mar.'Tis gone, and will not answer.

Ber. How now, Horatio?You tremble and look pale.

Is not this something more than fantasy?

What think you on't?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe

Without the sensible and true avouch

Of mine own eyes.

Mar. Is it not like the king?

Hor. As thou art to thyself.

Such was the very armour he had on，

When he th'ambitious Norway combated.

So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle，

He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.

’Tis strange.

Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour，

With martial stalk, hath he gone by our watch.

Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not；

But in the gross and scope of my opinion，

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me he that knows，

Why this same strict and most observant watch，

So nightly toils the subject of the land，

And why such daily cast of brazen cannon

And foreign mart for implements of war；

Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task

Does not divide the Sunday from the week.

What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day：

Who is't that can inform me?

Hor. That can I，

At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king，

Whose image even but now appear'd to us，

Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway，

Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride，

Dar'd to the combat；in which our valiant Hamlet—

For so this side of our known world esteem'd him—

Did slay this Fortinbras；who by a seal'd compact，

Well ratifed by law, and heraldry，

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror：

Against the which, a moiety competent

Was gaged by our king；which had return'd

To the inheritance of Fortinbras，

Had he been vanquisher, as by the same covenant

And carriage of the article design'd，

His fell to Hamlet. Now sir, young Fortinbras，

Of unimproved mettle, hot and full

Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there，

Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes，

For food and diet, to some enterprise

That hath a stomach in't：which is no other

As it doth well appear unto our state，

But to recover of us by strong hand

And terms compulsative, those foresaid lands

So by his father lost；and this, I take it，

Is the main motive of our preparations，

The source of this our watch, and the chief head

Of this post haste, and romage in the land.

Ber. I think it be no other, but e'en so.

Well may it sort that this portentous fgure

Comes armed through our watch, so like the king

That was and is the question of these wars.

Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

In the most high and palmy state of Rome，

A little ere the mightiest Julius fell，

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets；

As stars with trains of fre and dews of blood，

Disasters in the sun；and the moist star，

Upon whose infuence Neptune's empire stands，

Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

And even the like precurse of ferce events，

As harbingers preceding still the fates

And prologue to the omen coming on，

Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

Unto our climature and countrymen.

But soft！Behold！Lo, where it comes again！

Enter Ghost again.

I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay illusion！

If thou hast any sound, or use of voice，

Speak to me.

If there be any good thing to be done，

That may to thee do ease, and grace to me，

Speak to me.

If thou art privy to thy country's fate

Which happily foreknowing may avoid，

O speak！

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth，

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death.

The Cock crows.

Speak of it！Stay, and speak！Stop it, Marcellus！

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

Hor. Do, if it will not stand.

Ber.'Tis here！

Hor.'Tis here！

Exit Ghost.

Mar.'Tis gone！

We do it wrong, being so majestical

To offer it the show of violence，

For it is as the air, invulnerable，

And our vain blows, malicious mockery.

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing

Upon a fearful summons. I have heard，

The cock that is the trumpet to the morn，

Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat

Awake the god of day；and at his warning，

Whether in sea or fre, in earth or air，

Th'extravagant, and erring spirit, hies

To his confne：and of the truth herein，

This present object made probation.

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.

Some say that ever'gainst that season comes

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated，

The bird of dawning singeth all night long；

And then, they say, no spirit can stir abroad，

The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike，

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm：

So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.

But look, the morn in russet mantle clad，

Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

Break we our watch up, and by my advice

Let us impart what we have seen to-night

Unto young Hamlet. For upon my life，

This spirit dumb to us will speak to him：

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it，

As needful in our loves, ftting our duty?

Mar. Let's do't I pray, and I this morning know

Where we shall fnd him most conveniently.

Exeunt.

Scene II.A room of state in the Castle.

Flourish.Enter Claudius, King of Denmark, Gertrude, the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, Voltemand, Cornelius, Lords, and Atlendants.

King Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

The memory be green, and that it us beftted

To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

To be contracted in one brow of woe，

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature，

That we with wisest sorrow think on him，

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Therefore our sometimes sister, now our queen，

Th'imperial jointress to this warlike state，

Have we, as'twere, with a defeated joy，

With an auspicious, and one dropping eye，

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage，

In equal scale weighing delight and dole

Taken to wife；nor have we herein barr'd

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

With this affair along, for all our thanks.

Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras，

Holding a weak supposal of our worth，

Or thinking by our late dear brother's death

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame，

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage，

He hath not fail'd to pester us with message，

Importing the surrender of those lands

Lost by his father, with all bands of law

To our most valiant brother；so much for him.

Now for ourself and for this time of meeting.

Thus much the business is. We have here writ

To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras，

Who impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears

Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress

His further gait herein, In that the levies，

The lists, and full proportions are all made

Out of his subject；and we here dispatch

You good Cornelius, and you Voltemand，

For bearers of this greeting to old Norway，

Giving to you no further personal power

To business with the king, more than the scope

Of these dilated articles allow.[Gives a paper.]

Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.

Both[Cor. and Volt.]In that, and all things, will we show our duty.

King We doubt it nothing. Heartily farewell.

Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius.

And now Laertes, what's the news with you?

You told us of some suit. What is't Laertes?

You cannot speak of reason to the Dane，

And lose your voice. What wouldst thou beg Laertes，

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?

The head is not more native to the heart，

The hand more instrumental to the mouth，

Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

What wouldst thou have Laertes?

Laer. Dread my lord，

Your leave and favour to return to France.

From whence, though willingly I came to Denmark

To show my duty in your Coronation，

Yet now I must confess, that duty done，

My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France，

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

King Have you your father's leave?What says Polonius?

Pol. He hath my lord, wrung from me my slow leave

By laboursome petition and at last

Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent；

I do beseech you give him leave to go.

King Take thy fair hour, Laertes. Time be thine，

And thy best graces spend it at thy will.

But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son?

Ham.[Aside.]A little more than kin, and less than kind.

King How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Ham. Not so, my lord.I am too much i'th'sun.

Queen Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off，

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not for ever with thy vailed lids

Seek for thy noble father in the dust；

Thou know'st'tis common, all that lives must die，

Passing through nature, to eternity.

Ham. Ay madam, it is common.

Queen If it be，

Why seems it so particular with thee?

Ham. Seems madam?Nay, it is；I know not seems：

’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother，

Nor customary suits of solemn black，

Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath.

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye，

Nor the dejected havior of the visage，

Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief，

That can denote me truly. These indeed seem，

For they are actions that a man might play：

But I have that within, which passeth show；

These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.

King'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet，

To give these mourning duties to your father：

But you must know, your father lost a father，

That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound

In flial obligation, for some term

To do obsequious sorrow. But to persever

In obstinate condolement, is a course

Of impious stubbornness.'Tis unmanly grief，

It shows a will most incorrect to heaven，

A heart unfortifed, a mind impatient

An understanding simple, and unschool'd：

For, what we know must be, and is as common

As any the most vulgar thing to sense，

Why should we in our peevish opposition

Take it to heart?Fie，'tis a fault to heaven，

A fault against the dead, a fault to nature，

To reason most absurd, whose common theme

Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried，

From the frst corse, till he that died today，

This must be so. We pray you throw to earth

This unprevailing woe, and think of us

As of a father；for let the world take note，

You are the most immediate to our Throne，

And with no less nobility of love，

Than that which dearest father bears his son，

Do I impart toward you. For your intent

In going back to school in Wittenberg，

It is most retrograde to our desire：

And we beseech you, bend you to remain

Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye，

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

Queen Let not thy mother lose her prayers Hamlet：

I prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, Madam.

King Why'tis a loving, and a fair reply.

Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam come，

This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart；in grace whereof，

No jocund health that Denmark drinks today，

But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell，

And the king's rouse, the heaven shall bruit again，

Respeaking earthly thunder. Come away.

Flourish.Exeunt all but Hamlet.

Ham. Oh, that this too too solid fesh, would melt，

Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew：

Or that the everlasting had not fx'd

His canon'gainst self-slaughter. O God, O God！

How weary, stale, fat and unproftable

Seem to me all the uses of this world！

Fie on't！Oh, fe！'Tis an unweeded garden

That grows to seed：things rank, and gross in nature

Possess it merely. That it should come to this：

But two months dead：nay, not so much, not two.

So excellent a king, that was to this

Hyperion to a satyr：so loving to my mother，

That he might not beteem the winds of heaven

Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth！

Must I remember?Why she would hang on him，

As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on；and yet within a month！

Let me not think on't：Frailty, thy name is woman.

A little month, or ere those shoes were old，

With which she followed my poor father's body

Like Niobe, all tears. Why she, even she，

O God！A beast that wants discourse 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 fushing in her galled eyes，

She married. O most wicked speed, to post

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.

Enter Horatio, Marcellus, and Bernardo.

Hor. Hail to your lordship.

Ham. I am glad to see you well：

Horatio, or I do forget myself.

Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

Ham. Sir my good friend, I'll change that name with you：

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?

Marcellus?

Mar. My good lord！

Ham. I am very glad to see you：[To Bernardo.]Good even, sir.

But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?

Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.

Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so，

Nor shall you do my ear that violence，

To make it truster of your own report

Against yourself. I know you are no truant：

But what is your affair in Elsinore?

We'll teach you to drink deep, ere you depart.

Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Ham. I pray thee do not mock me, fellow student.

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

Ham. 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.

Hor. Oh！Where, my lord?

Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Hor. I saw him once.He was a goodly king.

Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all：

I shall not look upon his like again.

Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Ham. Saw who?

Hor. My lord, the king your father.

Ham. The king my father?

Hor. Season your admiration for a while

With an attent ear；till I may deliver

Upon the witness of these gentlemen，

This marvel to you.

Ham. For God's love let me hear.

Hor. Two nights together, had these gentlemen

Marcellus and Bernardo on their watch

In the dead vast and middle of the night

Been thus encountre'd. A fgure like your father，

Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe，

Appears before them, and with solemn march

Goes slow and stately by them：thrice he walk'd，

By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes，

Within his truncheon's length；whilst they, distill'd

Almost to jelly with the act of fear，

Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me

In dreadful secrecy impart they did，

And I with them the third night kept the watch，

Whereas they had deliver'd both in time，

Form of the thing, each word made true and good，

The apparition comes. I knew your father：

These hands are not more like.

Ham. But where was this?

Mar. My lord upon the platform where we watch'd.

Ham. Did you not speak to it?

Hor. My lord, I did；

But answer made it none：yet once methought

It lifted up it head, and did address

Itself to motion, like as it would speak：

But even then, the morning cock crew loud；

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away，

And vanish'd from our sight.

Ham.'Tis very strange.

Hor. 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.

Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs.But this troubles me.

Hold you the watch to-night?

Both[Mar. and Ber.]We do, my lord.

Ham. Arm'd, say you?

Both Arm'd, my lord.

Ham. From top to toe?

Both My lord, from head to foot.

Ham. Then saw you not his face?

Hor. O yes, my lord, he wore his beaver up.

Ham. What, look'd he frowningly?

Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

Ham. Pale, or red?

Hor. Nay, very pale.

Ham. And fx'd his eyes upon you?

Hor. Most constantly.

Ham. I would I had been there.

Hor. It would have much amaz'd you.

Ham. Very like, very like.Stay'd it long?

Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

Both Longer, longer.

Hor. Not when I saw't.

Ham. His beard was grizzled, no?

Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life，

A sable silver'd.

Ham. I will watch to-night；

Perchance'twill walk again.

Hor. I warr'nt it will.

Ham. If it assume my noble father's person，

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape

And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all，

If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight；

Let it be tenable in your silence still：

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night，

Give it an understanding, but no tongue；

I will requite your loves；so, fare you well：

Upon the platform'twixt eleven and twelve，

I'll visit you.

All Our duty to your honour.

Ham. Your loves, as mine to you.Farewell.

Exeunt all but Hamlet.

My father's spirit in arms?All is not well：

I doubt some foul play；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.

Exit.

Scene III.A room in the house of Polonius.

Enter Laertes and Ophelia.

Laer. My necessaries are embark'd；farewell：

And sister, as the winds give beneft，

And convoy is assistant, do not sleep，

But let me hear from you.

Oph. Do you doubt that?

Laer. For Hamlet, and the trifing of his favours，

Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood：

A violet in the youth of primy nature；

Forward, not permanent；sweet, not lasting，

The perfume and suppliance of a minute，

No more.

Oph. No more but so?

Laer. Think it no more：

For nature crescent does not grow alone，

In thews and bulk：but as this temple waxes，

The inward service of the mind and soul

Grows wide withal. 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, as unvalued persons do，

Carve for himself；for, on his choice depends

The sanctity and health of this whole state，

And therefore must his choice be circumscrib'd

Unto the voice and yielding of that body，

Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you，

It fts 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；

Or lose your heart；or your chaste treasure open

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.

The chariest maid is prodigal enough，

If she unmask her beauty to the Moon：

Virtue itself'escapes not calumnious strokes，

The canker galls the infants of the spring

Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd，

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth，

Contagious blastments are most imminent.

Be wary then, best safety lies in fear；

Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.

Oph. I shall th'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.

Laer. Oh, fear me not.

I stay too long；but here my father comes：

Enter Polonius.

A double blessing is a double grace；

Occasion smiles upon a second leave.

Pol. 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 unproportion'd thought his act：

Be thou familiar；but by no means vulgar：

The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried，

Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel：

But do not dull thy palm with entertainment

Of each unhatch'd, unfedg'd, comrade. Beware

Of entrance to a quarrel：but being in

Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee.

Give every man thine 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，

And they in France of the best rank and station，

Are most select and generous, chief in that.

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；to thine ownself be true：

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.

Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.

Pol. The time invites you.Go, your servants tend.

Laer. Farewell Ophelia, and remember well

What I have said to you.

Oph.'Tis in my memory lock'd，

And you yourself shall keep the key of it.

Laer. Farewell.

Exit Laertes.

Pol. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

Oph. So please you, something touching the lord Hamlet.

Pol. 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 behooves my daughterat, and your honour.

What is between you?Give me up the truth.

Oph. He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders

Of his affection to me.

Pol. Affection！Pooh！You speak like a green girl，

Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?

Oph. I do not know, my lord, what I should think，

Pol. Marry, I will 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.

Oph. My lord, he hath importun'd me with love，

In honourable fashion.

Pol. Ay, fashion you may call it, go to, go to.

Oph. And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord，

With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

Pol. 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，

Even in their promise, as it is a-making，

You must not take for fre. From this time

Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence；

Set your entreatments at a higher rate，

Than a command to parley. 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；for they are brokers，

Not of that dye which their investments show，

But mere implorators of unholy suits，

Breathing like sanctifed and pious bawds，

The better to beguile. This is for all：

I would not, in plain terms, 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.

Oph. I shall obey, my lord.

Exeunt.

Scene IV.The platform before the Castle.

Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.

Ham. The air bites shrewdly：it is very cold.

Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.

Ham. What hour now?

Hor. I think it lacks of twelve.

Mar. No, it is struck.

Hor. Indeed?I heard it not：then it draws near the season，

Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

A fourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within.

What does this mean, my lord?

Ham. The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse，

Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring 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.

Hor. Is it a custom?

Ham. 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.

This heavy-headed revel east and west

Makes us traduc'd, and tax'd of other nations：

They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase

Soil our addition；and indeed it takes

From our achievements, though perform'd at height，

The pith and marrow of our attribute：

So oft it chances in particular men，

That, for some vicious mole of nature in them，

As in their birth wherein they are not guilty，

Since nature cannot choose his origin，

By the o'ergrowth of some complexion，

Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason，

Or by some habit, that too much o'er-leavens

The form of plausive manners, that these men，

Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect，

Being nature's livery, or fortune's star，

Their virtues else be they as pure as grace，

As infnite as man may undergo，

Shall in the general censure take corruption

From that particular fault：the dram of eale

Doth all the noble substance often dout

To his own scandal.

Enter Ghost.

Hor. Look, my lord, it comes.

Ham. 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 com'st in such a questionable shape

That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet，

King, father, royal Dane：Oh, answer me，

Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell

Why thy canoniz'd bones hearsed in death，

Have burst their cerements, why the sepulchre

Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd，

Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws，

To cast thee up again?What may this mean?

That thou dead corse again in complete steel，

Revisit'st 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?

Ghost beckons Hamlet.

Hor. It beckons you to go away with it，

As if it some impartment did desire

To you alone.

Mar. Look, with what courteous action

It waves you to a more removed ground.

But do not go with it.

Hor. No, by no means！

Ham. It will not speak：then will I follow it.

Hor. Do not, my lord.

Ham. 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 forth again；I'll follow it.

Hor. What if it tempt you toward the food my lord?

Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff，

That beetles o'er his base into the sea，

And there assume some other horrible form，

Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason，

And draw you into madness?Think of it：

The very place puts toys of desperation，

Without more motive, into every brain

That looks so many fadoms to the sea

And hears it roar beneath.

Ham. It waves me still：

Go on, I'll follow thee.

Mar. You shall not go, my lord.

Ham. Hold off your hands.

Hor. Be rul'd, you shall not go.

Ham. My fate cries out，

And makes each petty artire in this body

As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

Ghost beckons.

Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen，

Breaking from them.

By heaven！I'll make a ghost of him that lets me：

I say away, go on, I'll follow thee.

Exeunt Ghost and Hamlet.

Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination.

Mar. Let's follow；'tis not ft thus to obey him.

Hor. Have after, to what issue wail this come?

Mar. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

Hor. Heaven will direct it.

Mar. Nay, let's follow him.

Exeunt.

Scene V.The Castle Another part of the fortifcations.

Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

Ham. Whither wilt thou lead me?Speak！I'll go no further.

Ghost Mark me.

Ham. I will.

Ghost My hour is almost come，

When I to sulph'rous and tormenting fames

Must render up myself.

Ham. Alas！Poor ghost.

Ghost Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing

To what I shall unfold.

Ham. Speak, I am bound to hear.

Ghost So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

Ham. What?

Ghost I am thy father's spirit，

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night；

And for the day confn'd to fast in fres，

Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature

Are burnt and purg'd away. 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，

Thy knotted and combined locks to part，

And each particular hair to stand an end，

Like quills upon the fretful porpentine：

But this eternal blazon must not be

To ears of fesh and blood；list, Hamlet, oh, list！

If thou didst ever thy dear father love—

Ham. O God！

Ghost Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.

Ham. Murther?

Ghost Murther most foul, as in the best it is；

But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Ham. Haste me to know't, that I with wings as swift

As meditation or the thoughts of love，

May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost I fnd thee apt；

And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed

That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf，

Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now Hamlet, hear：

’Tis given out, that sleeping in my orchard，

A serpent stung me：so the whole ear of Denmark，

Is by a forged process of my death

Rankly abus'd：but know thou noble youth，

The serpent that did sting thy father's life，

Now wears his crown.

Ham. O my prophetic soul！

My uncle?

Ghost Ay that incestuous, that adulterate beast

With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts

O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power

So 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 that dignity，

That it went hand in hand, even with the vow

I made to her in marriage；and to decline

Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor

To those of mine.

But virtue, as it never will be moved，

Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven，

So 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 of the afternoon，

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole

With juice of cursed hebona 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

The natural gates and alleys of the body；

And with a sudden vigour it doth posset

And curd, like eager droppings into milk，

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；

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin，

Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd，

No reckoning made, but sent to my account

With all my imperfections on my head；

O, horrible！O, 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 aught；leave her to heaven，

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge，

To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once；

The glowworm shows the matin to be near，

And'gins to pale his uneffectual fre：

Adieu, adieu！Hamlet：remember me.

Exit.

Ham. Oh all you host of heaven！Oh earth：what else?

And shall I couple hell?Oh fe！Hold my heart；

And you, my sinews, grow not instant old，

But bear me stiffy up：remember thee！

Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat

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 all alone shall live

Within the book and volume of my brain，

Unmix'd with baser matter；yes, by heaven！

O most pernicious woman！

Oh 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 am sure it may be so in Denmark.

Writing.

So uncle, there you are：now to my word；

It is，‘Adieu, adieu！Remember me；'

I have sworn't.

Hor.[Within.]My lord, my lord！

Mar.[Within.]Lord Hamlet.

Hor.[Within.]Heaven secure him！

Ham. So be it！

Mar.[Within.]Hillo, ho, ho, my lord！

Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy！Come bird, come.

Enter Horatio and Marcellus.

Mar. How is't my noble lord?

Hor. What news, my lord?

Ham. O wonderful！

Hor. Good my lord tell it.

Ham. No you will reveal it.

Hor. Not I, my lord, by heaven.

Mar. Nor I, my lord.

Ham. How say you then, would heart of man once think it?

But you'll be secret?

Both Ay, by heaven, my lord.

Ham. There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark

But he's an arrant knave.

Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave，

To tell us this.

Ham. Why right, you are in the right；

And so, without more circumstance at all，

I hold it ft that we shake hands, and part；

You, as your business and desires shall point you：

For every man hath business and desire，

Such as it is：and for my own poor part，

Look you, I'll go pray.

Hor. These are but wild and whirling words my lord.

Ham. I am sorry they offend you, heartily：

Yes faith, heartily.

Hor. There's no offence, my lord.

Ham. 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.

Hor. What is't my lord?We will.

Ham. Never make known what you have seen tonight.

Both My lord, we will not.

Ham. Nay, but swear't.

Hor. In faith, my lord, not I.

Mar. Nor I my lord：in faith.

Ham. Upon my sword.

Mar. We have sworn, my lord, already.

Ham. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.

Ghost[Beneath.]Swear.

Ham. Ah, ha, boy, say'st thou so?Art thou there, truepenny?

Come on！You hear this fellow in the cellarage.

Consent to swear.

Hor. Propose the oath, my lord.

Ham. Never to speak of this that you have seen.

Swear by my sword.

Ghost[Beneath.]Swear.

Ham. 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.

Ghost[Beneath.]Swear.

Ham. Well said, old mole！Canst work i'th'earth so fast?

A worthy pioner, once more remove, good friends.

Hor. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.

Ham. And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio，

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

But come，

Here as before, never so help you mercy，

How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself；

As I perchance hereafter shall think meet

To put an antic disposition on：

That you at such times seeing me, never shall

With arms encumb'red thus, or this head-shake；

Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase；

As，‘Well, well, we know, or We could and if we would，'

Or，‘If we list to speak，'or，‘There be an'if they might，'

Or such ambiguous giving out to note，

That you know aught of me；this is not to do：

So grace and mercy at your most need help you：

Swear.

Ghost[Beneath.]Swear.

They swear.

Ham. Rest, rest perturbed spirit！So gentlemen，

With all my love I do commend me to you；

And what so poor a man as Hamlet is，

May do t'express his love and friending to you，

God willing shall not lack. Let us go in together；

And still your fngers on your lips, I pray.

The time is out of joint；O cursed spite，

That ever I was born to set it right.

Nay, come let's go together.

Exeunt.