The Tragedie of Hamlet.
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To feed & cloath thee. Why shold the poor be flatter'd?
No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pompe,
And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare,
Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for her selfe. For thou hast bene
As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing.
A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards
Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And blest are those,
Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co-mingled,
That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger,
To sound what stop she please. Giue me that man,
That is not Passions Slaue, and I will weare him
In my hearts Core: I, in my Heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a Play to night before the King.
One Scœne of it comes neere the Circumstance
Which I haue told thee, of my Fathers death.
I prythee, when thou see'st that Acte a-foot,
Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule
Obserue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt,
Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech,
It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene:
And my Imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note,
For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face:
And after we will both our iudgements ioyne,
To censure of his seeming.
No, let the Candied tongue, like absurd pompe,
And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow faining? Dost thou heare,
Since my deere Soule was Mistris of my choyse,
And could of men distinguish, her election
Hath seal'd thee for her selfe. For thou hast bene
As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing.
A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards
Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And blest are those,
Whose Blood and Iudgement are so well co-mingled,
That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger,
To sound what stop she please. Giue me that man,
That is not Passions Slaue, and I will weare him
In my hearts Core: I, in my Heart of heart,
As I do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a Play to night before the King.
One Scœne of it comes neere the Circumstance
Which I haue told thee, of my Fathers death.
I prythee, when thou see'st that Acte a-foot,
Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule
Obserue mine Vnkle: If his occulted guilt,
Do not it selfe vnkennell in one speech,
It is a damned Ghost that we haue seene:
And my Imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note,
For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face:
And after we will both our iudgements ioyne,
To censure of his seeming.
Hora.
Well my Lord.
If he steale ought the whil'st this Play is Playing,
And scape detecting, I will pay the Theft.
Well my Lord.
If he steale ought the whil'st this Play is Playing,
And scape detecting, I will pay the Theft.
Enter King, Queene, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosincrance,
Guidensterne, and other Lords attendant with
his Guard carrying Torches. Danish
March. Sound a Flourish.
Guidensterne, and other Lords attendant with
his Guard carrying Torches. Danish
March. Sound a Flourish.
Ham.
They are comming to the Play: I must be idle.
Get you a place.
They are comming to the Play: I must be idle.
Get you a place.
King.
How fares our Cosin Hamlet?
How fares our Cosin Hamlet?
Ham.
Excellent I faith, of the Camelions dish: I eate
the Ayre promise-cramm'd, you cannot feed Capons so.
Excellent I faith, of the Camelions dish: I eate
the Ayre promise-cramm'd, you cannot feed Capons so.
King.
I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet, these
words are not mine.
I haue nothing with this answer Hamlet, these
words are not mine.
Ham.
No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once
i'th'Vniuersity, you say?
No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once
i'th'Vniuersity, you say?
Polon.
That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor.
That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good Actor.
Ham.
And what did you enact?
And what did you enact?
Pol.
I did enact Iulius Cæsar, I was kill'd i'th'Capitol:
Brutus kill'd me.
I did enact Iulius Cæsar, I was kill'd i'th'Capitol:
Brutus kill'd me.
Ham.
It was a bruite part of him, to kill so Capitall a
Calfe there. Be the Players ready?
It was a bruite part of him, to kill so Capitall a
Calfe there. Be the Players ready?
Rosin.
I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.
I my Lord, they stay vpon your patience.
Qu.
Come hither my good Hamlet, sit by me.
Come hither my good Hamlet, sit by me.
Ha.
No good Mother, here's Mettle more attractiue.
No good Mother, here's Mettle more attractiue.
Pol.
Oh ho, do you marke that?
Oh ho, do you marke that?
Ham.
Ladie, shall I lye in your Lap?
Ladie, shall I lye in your Lap?
Ophe.
No my Lord.
No my Lord.
Ham.
I meane, my Head vpon your Lap?
I meane, my Head vpon your Lap?
Ophe.
I my Lord.
I my Lord.
Ham.
Do you thinke I meant Country matters?
Do you thinke I meant Country matters?
Ophe.
I thinke nothing, my Lord.
I thinke nothing, my Lord.
Ham.
That's a faire thought to ly between Maids legs
That's a faire thought to ly between Maids legs
Ophe.
What is my Lord?
What is my Lord?
Ham.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Ophe.
You are merrie, my Lord?
You are merrie, my Lord?
Ham.
Who I?
Who I?
Ophe.
I my Lord.
I my Lord.
Ham.
Oh God, your onely Iigge-maker: what should
a man do, but be merrie. For looke you how cheerefully
my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two Houres.
Oh God, your onely Iigge-maker: what should
a man do, but be merrie. For looke you how cheerefully
my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two Houres.
Ophe.
Nay,'tis twice two moneths, my Lord.
Nay,'tis twice two moneths, my Lord.
Ham.
So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke,
for Ile haue a suite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two moneths
ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a
great mans Memorie, may out-liue his life halfe a yeare:
But byrlady he must builde Churches then: or else shall
he suffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horsse, whose
Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby-horse is forgot.
So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke,
for Ile haue a suite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two moneths
ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's hope, a
great mans Memorie, may out-liue his life halfe a yeare:
But byrlady he must builde Churches then: or else shall
he suffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horsse, whose
Epitaph is, For o, For o, the Hoby-horse is forgot.
Hoboyes play. The dumbe shew enters.
Enter a King and Queene, very louingly; the Queene embracing
him. She kneeles and makes shew of Protestation vnto
him. He takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her neck.
Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers. She seeing him
a-sleepe, leaues him. Anon comes in a Fellow, takes off his
Crowne, kisses it, and powres poyson in the Kings eares, and
Exits. The Queene returnes, findes the King dead, and
makes passionate Action. The Poysoner, with some two or
three Mutes comes in againe, seeming to lament with her.
The dead body is carried away: The Poysoner Wooes the
Queene with Gifts, she seemes loath and vnwilling awhile,
Exeunt. but in the end, accepts his loue.
Enter a King and Queene, very louingly; the Queene embracing
him. She kneeles and makes shew of Protestation vnto
him. He takes her vp, and declines his head vpon her neck.
Layes him downe vpon a Banke of Flowers. She seeing him
a-sleepe, leaues him. Anon comes in a Fellow, takes off his
Crowne, kisses it, and powres poyson in the Kings eares, and
Exits. The Queene returnes, findes the King dead, and
makes passionate Action. The Poysoner, with some two or
three Mutes comes in againe, seeming to lament with her.
The dead body is carried away: The Poysoner Wooes the
Queene with Gifts, she seemes loath and vnwilling awhile,
Exeunt. but in the end, accepts his loue.
Ophe.
What meanes this, my Lord?
What meanes this, my Lord?
Ham.
Marry this is Miching Malicho, that meanes Mischeefe.
Marry this is Miching Malicho, that meanes Mischeefe.
Ophe.
Belike this shew imports the Argument of the Play?
Belike this shew imports the Argument of the Play?
Ham.
We shall know by these Fellowes: the Players
cannot keepe counsell, they'l tell all.
We shall know by these Fellowes: the Players
cannot keepe counsell, they'l tell all.
Ophe.
Will they tell vs what this shew meant?
Will they tell vs what this shew meant?
Ham.
I, or any shew that you'l shew him. Bee not
you asham'd to shew, hee'l not shame to tell you what it meanes.
I, or any shew that you'l shew him. Bee not
you asham'd to shew, hee'l not shame to tell you what it meanes.
Ophe.
You are naught, you are naught, Ile marke the Play.
You are naught, you are naught, Ile marke the Play.
Enter Prologue.
For vs, and for our Tragedie,
Heere stooping to your Clemencie:
We begge your hearing Patientlie.
For vs, and for our Tragedie,
Heere stooping to your Clemencie:
We begge your hearing Patientlie.
Ham.
Is this a Prologue, or the Poesie of a Ring?
Is this a Prologue, or the Poesie of a Ring?
Ophe.
'Tis briefe my Lord.
'Tis briefe my Lord.
Ham.
As Womans loue.
As Womans loue.
Enter King and his Queene.
King.
Full thirtie times hath Phœbus Cart gon round,
Neptunes salt Wash, and Tellus Orbed ground:
And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene,
About the World haue times twelue thirties beene,
Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Vnite comutuall, in most sacred Bands.
Full thirtie times hath Phœbus Cart gon round,
Neptunes salt Wash, and Tellus Orbed ground:
And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed sheene,
About the World haue times twelue thirties beene,
Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Vnite comutuall, in most sacred Bands.
Bap.
So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone
Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be done.
But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
So farre from cheere, and from your forme state,
That I distrust you: yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must:
For womens Feare and Loue, holds quantitie,
So many iournies may the Sunne and Moone
Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be done.
But woe is me, you are so sicke of late,
So farre from cheere, and from your forme state,
That I distrust you: yet though I distrust,
Discomfort you (my Lord) it nothing must:
For womens Feare and Loue, holds quantitie,
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