Speeches (Lines) for First Player in "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark"

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 II, 2, 1511
  • What speech, my good lord?
  • What speech, my good lord?
  • Hamlet. Why,
    'As by lot, God wot,'
    and then, you know,
    'It came to pass, as most like it was.'
    The first row of the pious chanson will show you more; for look
    where my abridgment comes.
    [Enter four or five Players.]
    You are welcome, masters; welcome, all.- I am glad to see thee
    well.- Welcome, good friends.- O, my old friend? Why, thy face is
    valanc'd since I saw thee last. Com'st' thou to' beard me in
    Denmark?- What, my young lady and mistress? By'r Lady, your
    ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I saw you last by the
    altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a piece of
    uncurrent gold, be not crack'd within the ring.- Masters, you are
    all welcome. We'll e'en to't like French falconers, fly at
    anything we see. We'll have a speech straight. Come, give us a
    taste of your quality. Come, a passionate speech.

    First Player. What speech, my good lord?

2 II, 2, 1542
  • 'Anon he finds him,
    Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,
    ...
  • 'Anon he finds him,
    Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,
    Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
    Repugnant to command. Unequal match'd,
    Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
    But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
    Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
    Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
    Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
    Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo! his sword,
    Which was declining on the milky head
    Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick.
    So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
    And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
    Did nothing.
    But, as we often see, against some storm,
    A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
    The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
    As hush as death- anon the dreadful thunder
    Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
    Aroused vengeance sets him new awork;
    And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
    On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
    With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
    Now falls on Priam.
    Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods,
    In general synod take away her power;
    Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
    And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
    As low as to the fiends!
  • Polonius. Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.

    First Player. 'Anon he finds him,
    Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,
    Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,
    Repugnant to command. Unequal match'd,
    Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;
    But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
    Th' unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,
    Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top
    Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash
    Takes prisoner Pyrrhus' ear. For lo! his sword,
    Which was declining on the milky head
    Of reverend Priam, seem'd i' th' air to stick.
    So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,
    And, like a neutral to his will and matter,
    Did nothing.
    But, as we often see, against some storm,
    A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
    The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
    As hush as death- anon the dreadful thunder
    Doth rend the region; so, after Pyrrhus' pause,
    Aroused vengeance sets him new awork;
    And never did the Cyclops' hammers fall
    On Mars's armour, forg'd for proof eterne,
    With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword
    Now falls on Priam.
    Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods,
    In general synod take away her power;
    Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,
    And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,
    As low as to the fiends!

3 II, 2, 1576
  • 'But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen-'
  • 'But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen-'
  • Hamlet. It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- Prithee say on.
    He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on; come to
    Hecuba.

    First Player. 'But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen-'

4 II, 2, 1579
  • 'Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames
    With bisson rheum; a clou...
  • 'Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames
    With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
    Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
    About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
    A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up-
    Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd
    'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd.
    But if the gods themselves did see her then,
    When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
    In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
    The instant burst of clamour that she made
    (Unless things mortal move them not at all)
    Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
    And passion in the gods.'
  • Polonius. That's good! 'Mobled queen' is good.

    First Player. 'Run barefoot up and down, threat'ning the flames
    With bisson rheum; a clout upon that head
    Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,
    About her lank and all o'erteemed loins,
    A blanket, in the alarm of fear caught up-
    Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep'd
    'Gainst Fortune's state would treason have pronounc'd.
    But if the gods themselves did see her then,
    When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport
    In Mincing with his sword her husband's limbs,
    The instant burst of clamour that she made
    (Unless things mortal move them not at all)
    Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven
    And passion in the gods.'

5 II, 2, 1610
  • Ay, my lord.
  • Ay, my lord.
  • Hamlet. Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play to-morrow.
    [Exeunt Polonius and Players [except the First].]
    Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play 'The Murther of
    Gonzago'?

    First Player. Ay, my lord.

6 II, 2, 1614
  • Ay, my lord.
  • Ay, my lord.
  • Hamlet. We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a
    speech of some dozen or sixteen lines which I would set down and
    insert in't, could you not?

    First Player. Ay, my lord.

7 III, 2, 1895
  • I warrant your honour.
  • I warrant your honour.
  • Hamlet. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
    trippingly on the tongue. But if you mouth it, as many of our
    players do, I had as live the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do
    not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all
    gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say)
    whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a
    temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the
    soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to
    tatters, to very rags, to split the cars of the groundlings, who
    (for the most part) are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb
    shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipp'd for o'erdoing
    Termagant. It out-herods Herod. Pray you avoid it.

    First Player. I warrant your honour.

8 III, 2, 1913
  • I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.
  • I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.
  • Hamlet. Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your
    tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with
    this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of
    nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing,
    whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as
    'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show Virtue her own feature,
    scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his
    form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though
    it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious
    grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance
    o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players that I
    have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly (not to
    speak it profanely), that, neither having the accent of
    Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so
    strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's
    journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated
    humanity so abominably.

    First Player. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.

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