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

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 I, 2, 267
  • [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind!
  • [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind!
  • Claudius. 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-

    Hamlet. [aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind!

2 I, 2, 269
  • Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun.
  • Not so, my lord. I am too much i' th' sun.
  • Claudius. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

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

3 I, 2, 276
  • Ay, madam, it is common.
  • Ay, madam, it is common.
  • Gertrude. 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.

    Hamlet. Ay, madam, it is common.

4 I, 2, 279
  • Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not 'seems.'
    'Tis not alone my inky cloak,...
  • 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, shapes 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.
  • Gertrude. If it be,
    Why seems it so particular with thee?

    Hamlet. 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, shapes 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.

5 I, 2, 323
  • I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
  • I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
  • Gertrude. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet.
    I pray thee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

    Hamlet. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

6 I, 2, 333
  • O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
    Thaw, and resolve itself into a...
  • O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
    Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
    Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
    His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
    How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
    Seem to me all the uses of this world!
    Fie on't! ah, fie! '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 flushing 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!
  • (stage directions). Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet.

    Hamlet. O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
    Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
    Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
    His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
    How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
    Seem to me all the uses of this world!
    Fie on't! ah, fie! '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 flushing 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!

7 I, 2, 366
  • I am glad to see you well.
    Horatio!- or I do forget myself.
  • I am glad to see you well.
    Horatio!- or I do forget myself.
  • Horatio. Hail to your lordship!

    Hamlet. I am glad to see you well.
    Horatio!- or I do forget myself.

8 I, 2, 369
  • Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
    And what make you from...
  • Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
    And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
    Marcellus?
  • Horatio. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

    Hamlet. Sir, my good friend- I'll change that name with you.
    And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
    Marcellus?

9 I, 2, 373
  • I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.-
    But what, in fait...
  • I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.-
    But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
  • Marcellus. My good lord!

    Hamlet. I am very glad to see you.- [To Bernardo] Good even, sir.-
    But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

10 I, 2, 376
  • I would not hear your enemy say so,
    Nor shall you do my ear that violence
  • 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.
  • Horatio. A truant disposition, good my lord.

    Hamlet. 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.

11 I, 2, 383
  • I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
    I think it was to see my mother's...
  • I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
    I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
  • Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

    Hamlet. I prithee do not mock me, fellow student.
    I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

12 I, 2, 386
  • Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats
    Did coldly furnish forth th...
  • 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.
  • Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.

    Hamlet. 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.

13 I, 2, 392
  • In my mind's eye, Horatio.
  • In my mind's eye, Horatio.
  • Horatio. O, where, my lord?

    Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

14 I, 2, 394
  • He was a man, take him for all in all.
    I shall not look upon his like again....
  • He was a man, take him for all in all.
    I shall not look upon his like again.
  • Horatio. I saw him once. He was a goodly king.

    Hamlet. He was a man, take him for all in all.
    I shall not look upon his like again.

15 I, 2, 397
  • Saw? who?
  • Saw? who?
  • Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

    Hamlet. Saw? who?

16 I, 2, 399
  • The King my father?
  • The King my father?
  • Horatio. My lord, the King your father.

    Hamlet. The King my father?

17 I, 2, 404
  • For God's love let me hear!
  • For God's love let me hear!
  • Horatio. Season your admiration for a while
    With an attent ear, till I may deliver
    Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
    This marvel to you.

    Hamlet. For God's love let me hear!

18 I, 2, 422
  • But where was this?
  • But where was this?
  • Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen
    (Marcellus and Bernardo) on their watch
    In the dead vast and middle of the night
    Been thus encount'red. A figure like your father,
    Armed 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;
    Where, as 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.

    Hamlet. But where was this?

19 I, 2, 424
  • Did you not speak to it?
  • Did you not speak to it?
  • Marcellus. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.

    Hamlet. Did you not speak to it?

20 I, 2, 432
  • 'Tis very strange.
  • 'Tis very strange.
  • Horatio. 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.

    Hamlet. 'Tis very strange.

21 I, 2, 436
  • Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
    Hold you the watch to-night?
  • Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
    Hold you the watch to-night?
  • Horatio. 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.

    Hamlet. Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
    Hold you the watch to-night?

22 I, 2, 439
  • Arm'd, say you?
  • Arm'd, say you?
  • Marcellus. [with Bernardo] We do, my lord.

    Hamlet. Arm'd, say you?

23 I, 2, 441
  • From top to toe?
  • From top to toe?
  • Marcellus. [with Bernardo] Arm'd, my lord.

    Hamlet. From top to toe?

24 I, 2, 443
  • Then saw you not his face?
  • Then saw you not his face?
  • Marcellus. [with Bernardo] My lord, from head to foot.

    Hamlet. Then saw you not his face?

25 I, 2, 445
  • What, look'd he frowningly.
  • What, look'd he frowningly.
  • Horatio. O, yes, my lord! He wore his beaver up.

    Hamlet. What, look'd he frowningly.

26 I, 2, 447
  • Pale or red?
  • Pale or red?
  • Horatio. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

    Hamlet. Pale or red?

27 I, 2, 449
  • And fix'd his eyes upon you?
  • And fix'd his eyes upon you?
  • Horatio. Nay, very pale.

    Hamlet. And fix'd his eyes upon you?

28 I, 2, 451
  • I would I had been there.
  • I would I had been there.
  • Horatio. Most constantly.

    Hamlet. I would I had been there.

29 I, 2, 453
  • Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
  • Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?
  • Horatio. It would have much amaz'd you.

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

30 I, 2, 457
  • His beard was grizzled- no?
  • His beard was grizzled- no?
  • Horatio. Not when I saw't.

    Hamlet. His beard was grizzled- no?

31 I, 2, 460
  • I will watch to-night.
    Perchance 'twill walk again.
  • I will watch to-night.
    Perchance 'twill walk again.
  • Horatio. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
    A sable silver'd.

    Hamlet. I will watch to-night.
    Perchance 'twill walk again.

32 I, 2, 463
  • If it assume my noble father's person,
    I'll speak to it, though hell itself...
  • 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.
  • Horatio. I warr'nt it will.

    Hamlet. 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.

33 I, 2, 474
  • Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell.
    [Exeunt [all but Hamlet].]
    My fath...
  • 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.
  • All. Our duty to your honour.

    Hamlet. 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.

34 I, 4, 626
  • The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
  • The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet, Horatio, and Marcellus.

    Hamlet. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

35 I, 4, 628
  • What hour now?
  • What hour now?
  • Horatio. It is a nipping and an eager air.

    Hamlet. What hour now?

36 I, 4, 635
  • The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
    Keeps wassail, and the swag...
  • The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
    Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels,
    And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
    The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out
    The triumph of his pledge.
  • Horatio. Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near the season
    Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.
    [A flourish of trumpets, and two pieces go off.]
    What does this mean, my lord?

    Hamlet. The King doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,
    Keeps wassail, and the swagg'ring upspring reels,
    And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,
    The kettledrum and trumpet thus bray out
    The triumph of his pledge.

37 I, 4, 641
  • Ay, marry, is't;
    But to my mind, though I am native here
    And to the man...
  • 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 clip 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'erleavens
    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 infinite as man may undergo-
    Shall in the general censure take corruption
    From that particular fault. The dram of e'il
    Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal.
  • Horatio. Is it a custom?

    Hamlet. 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 clip 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'erleavens
    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 infinite as man may undergo-
    Shall in the general censure take corruption
    From that particular fault. The dram of e'il
    Doth all the noble substance often dout To his own scandal.

38 I, 4, 668
  • Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
    Be thou a spirit of health or gobli...
  • 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. O, 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,
    Revisits 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?
  • Horatio. Look, my lord, it comes!

    Hamlet. 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. O, 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,
    Revisits 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?

39 I, 4, 695
  • It will not speak. Then will I follow it.
  • It will not speak. Then will I follow it.
  • Horatio. No, by no means!

    Hamlet. It will not speak. Then will I follow it.

40 I, 4, 697
  • Why, what should be the fear?
    I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
    And f...
  • 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.
  • Horatio. Do not, my lord!

    Hamlet. 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.

41 I, 4, 712
  • It waves me still.
    Go on. I'll follow thee.
  • It waves me still.
    Go on. I'll follow thee.
  • Horatio. What if it tempt you toward the flood, 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.

    Hamlet. It waves me still.
    Go on. I'll follow thee.

42 I, 4, 715
  • Hold off your hands!
  • Hold off your hands!
  • Marcellus. You shall not go, my lord.

    Hamlet. Hold off your hands!

43 I, 4, 717
  • My fate cries out
    And makes each petty artire in this body
    As hardy as t...
  • 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.
    By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!-
    I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee.
  • Horatio. Be rul'd. You shall not go.

    Hamlet. 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.
    By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!-
    I say, away!- Go on. I'll follow thee.

44 I, 5, 733
  • Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further.
  • Whither wilt thou lead me? Speak! I'll go no further.
  • (stage directions). Enter Ghost and Hamlet.

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

45 I, 5, 735
  • I will.
  • I will.
  • Father's Ghost. Mark me.

    Hamlet. I will.

46 I, 5, 739
  • Alas, poor ghost!
  • Alas, poor ghost!
  • Father's Ghost. My hour is almost come,
    When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames
    Must render up myself.

    Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost!

47 I, 5, 742
  • Speak. I am bound to hear.
  • Speak. I am bound to hear.
  • Father's Ghost. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing
    To what I shall unfold.

    Hamlet. Speak. I am bound to hear.

48 I, 5, 744
  • What?
  • What?
  • Father's Ghost. So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.

    Hamlet. What?

49 I, 5, 760
  • O God!
  • O God!
  • Father's Ghost. I am thy father's spirit,
    Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
    And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
    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 on end
    Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
    But this eternal blazon must not be
    To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
    If thou didst ever thy dear father love-

    Hamlet. O God!

50 I, 5, 762
  • Murther?
  • Murther?
  • Father's Ghost. Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.

    Hamlet. Murther?

51 I, 5, 765
  • Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
    As meditation or the thought...
  • Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
    As meditation or the thoughts of love,
    May sweep to my revenge.
  • Father's Ghost. Murther most foul, as in the best it is;
    But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

    Hamlet. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
    As meditation or the thoughts of love,
    May sweep to my revenge.

52 I, 5, 778
  • O my prophetic soul!
    My uncle?
  • O my prophetic soul!
    My uncle?
  • Father's Ghost. I find 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.

    Hamlet. O my prophetic soul!
    My uncle?

53 I, 5, 818
  • O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
  • O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
  • Father's 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 mov'd,
    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, of 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.

    Hamlet. O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!

54 I, 5, 830
  • O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
    And shall I couple hell? Hold,...
  • O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
    And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart!
    And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
    But bear me stiffly 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!
    O 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. [Writes.]
    So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word:
    It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.'
    I have sworn't.
  • Father's Ghost. 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 fire.
    Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. Exit.

    Hamlet. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
    And shall I couple hell? Hold, hold, my heart!
    And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
    But bear me stiffly 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!
    O 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. [Writes.]
    So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word:
    It is 'Adieu, adieu! Remember me.'
    I have sworn't.

55 I, 5, 855
  • So be it!
  • So be it!
  • Horatio. Heaven secure him!

    Hamlet. So be it!

56 I, 5, 857
  • Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
  • Hillo, ho, ho, boy! Come, bird, come.
  • Marcellus. Illo, ho, ho, my lord!

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

57 I, 5, 862
  • No, you will reveal it.
  • No, you will reveal it.
  • Horatio. Good my lord, tell it.

    Hamlet. No, you will reveal it.

58 I, 5, 865
  • How say you then? Would heart of man once think it?
    But you'll be secret?
  • How say you then? Would heart of man once think it?
    But you'll be secret?
  • Marcellus. Nor I, my lord.

    Hamlet. How say you then? Would heart of man once think it?
    But you'll be secret?

59 I, 5, 868
  • There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he's an arrant knave.
  • There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he's an arrant knave.
  • Marcellus. [with Horatio] Ay, by heaven, my lord.

    Hamlet. There's neer a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he's an arrant knave.

60 I, 5, 872
  • Why, right! You are in the right!
    And so, without more circumstance at all,...
  • Why, right! You are in the right!
    And so, without more circumstance at all,
    I hold it fit 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.
  • Horatio. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
    To tell us this.

    Hamlet. Why, right! You are in the right!
    And so, without more circumstance at all,
    I hold it fit 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.

61 I, 5, 880
  • I am sorry they offend you, heartily;
    Yes, faith, heartily.
  • I am sorry they offend you, heartily;
    Yes, faith, heartily.
  • Horatio. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.

    Hamlet. I am sorry they offend you, heartily;
    Yes, faith, heartily.

62 I, 5, 883
  • Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,
    And much offence too. Touching...
  • 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.
  • Horatio. There's no offence, my lord.

    Hamlet. 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.

63 I, 5, 891
  • Never make known what you have seen to-night.
  • Never make known what you have seen to-night.
  • Horatio. What is't, my lord? We will.

    Hamlet. Never make known what you have seen to-night.

64 I, 5, 893
  • Nay, but swear't.
  • Nay, but swear't.
  • Marcellus. [with Horatio] My lord, we will not.

    Hamlet. Nay, but swear't.

65 I, 5, 897
  • Upon my sword.
  • Upon my sword.
  • Marcellus. Nor I, my lord- in faith.

    Hamlet. Upon my sword.

66 I, 5, 899
  • Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
  • Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.
  • Marcellus. We have sworn, my lord, already.

    Hamlet. Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.

67 I, 5, 902
  • Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
    Come on! You hear this f...
  • Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
    Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage.
    Consent to swear.
  • Father's Ghost. Swear.

    Hamlet. Aha boy, say'st thou so? Art thou there, truepenny?
    Come on! You hear this fellow in the cellarage.
    Consent to swear.

68 I, 5, 906
  • Never to speak of this that you have seen.
    Swear by my sword.
  • Never to speak of this that you have seen.
    Swear by my sword.
  • Horatio. Propose the oath, my lord.

    Hamlet. Never to speak of this that you have seen.
    Swear by my sword.

69 I, 5, 909
  • Hic et ubique? Then we'll shift our ground.
    Come hither, gentlemen,
    And...
  • 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.
  • Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear.

    Hamlet. 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.

70 I, 5, 915
  • Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast?
    A worthy pioner! Once...
  • Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast?
    A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends."
  • Father's Ghost. [beneath] Swear by his sword.

    Hamlet. Well said, old mole! Canst work i' th' earth so fast?
    A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends."

71 I, 5, 918
  • And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
    There are more things in heaven...
  • 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, an 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.
  • Horatio. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

    Hamlet. 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, an 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.

72 I, 5, 937
  • Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! So, gentlemen,
    With all my love I do commend m...
  • 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 fingers 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.
  • (stage directions). [They swear.]

    Hamlet. 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 fingers 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.

73 II, 2, 1277
  • Well, God-a-mercy.
  • Well, God-a-mercy.
  • Polonius. Away, I do beseech you, both away
    I'll board him presently. O, give me leave.
    [Exeunt King and Queen, [with Attendants].]
    How does my good Lord Hamlet?

    Hamlet. Well, God-a-mercy.

74 II, 2, 1279
  • Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
  • Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
  • Polonius. Do you know me, my lord?

    Hamlet. Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

75 II, 2, 1281
  • Then I would you were so honest a man.
  • Then I would you were so honest a man.
  • Polonius. Not I, my lord.

    Hamlet. Then I would you were so honest a man.

76 II, 2, 1283
  • Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
    pick'd out of te...
  • Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
    pick'd out of ten thousand.
  • Polonius. Honest, my lord?

    Hamlet. Ay, sir. To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man
    pick'd out of ten thousand.

77 II, 2, 1286
  • For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
    kissing carrion- Ha...
  • For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
    kissing carrion- Have you a daughter?
  • Polonius. That's very true, my lord.

    Hamlet. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god
    kissing carrion- Have you a daughter?

78 II, 2, 1289
  • Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
    as your daugh...
  • Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
    as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.
  • Polonius. I have, my lord.

    Hamlet. Let her not walk i' th' sun. Conception is a blessing, but not
    as your daughter may conceive. Friend, look to't.

79 II, 2, 1296
  • Words, words, words.
  • Words, words, words.
  • Polonius. [aside] How say you by that? Still harping on my daughter. Yet
    he knew me not at first. He said I was a fishmonger. He is far
    gone, far gone! And truly in my youth I suff'red much extremity
    for love- very near this. I'll speak to him again.- What do you
    read, my lord?

    Hamlet. Words, words, words.

80 II, 2, 1298
  • Between who?
  • Between who?
  • Polonius. What is the matter, my lord?

    Hamlet. Between who?

81 II, 2, 1300
  • Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men
    have grey bear...
  • Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men
    have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes
    purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a
    plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which,
    sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it
    not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir,
    should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward.
  • Polonius. I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

    Hamlet. Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men
    have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes
    purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a
    plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. All which,
    sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it
    not honesty to have it thus set down; for you yourself, sir,
    should be old as I am if, like a crab, you could go backward.

82 II, 2, 1309
  • Into my grave?
  • Into my grave?
  • Polonius. [aside] Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't.-
    Will You walk out of the air, my lord?

    Hamlet. Into my grave?

83 II, 2, 1316
  • You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
    willingly part witha...
  • You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
    willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my
    life,
  • Polonius. Indeed, that is out o' th' air. [Aside] How pregnant sometimes
    his replies are! a happiness that often madness hits on, which
    reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I
    will leave him and suddenly contrive the means of meeting between
    him and my daughter.- My honourable lord, I will most humbly take
    my leave of you.

    Hamlet. You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more
    willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my
    life,

84 II, 2, 1321
  • These tedious old fools!
  • These tedious old fools!
  • Polonius. Fare you well, my lord.

    Hamlet. These tedious old fools!

85 II, 2, 1327
  • My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
    Rosencrantz! Goo...
  • My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
    Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
  • Rosencrantz. My most dear lord!

    Hamlet. My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,
    Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?

86 II, 2, 1332
  • Nor the soles of her shoe?
  • Nor the soles of her shoe?
  • Guildenstern. Happy in that we are not over-happy.
    On Fortune's cap we are not the very button.

    Hamlet. Nor the soles of her shoe?

87 II, 2, 1334
  • Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
    favours?
  • Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
    favours?
  • Rosencrantz. Neither, my lord.

    Hamlet. Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her
    favours?

88 II, 2, 1337
  • In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a
    strumpet. What news ?...
  • In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a
    strumpet. What news ?
  • Guildenstern. Faith, her privates we.

    Hamlet. In the secret parts of Fortune? O! most true! she is a
    strumpet. What news ?

89 II, 2, 1340
  • Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me
    question more in pa...
  • Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me
    question more in particular. What have you, my good friends,
    deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison
    hither?
  • Rosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.

    Hamlet. Then is doomsday near! But your news is not true. Let me
    question more in particular. What have you, my good friends,
    deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison
    hither?

90 II, 2, 1345
  • Denmark's a prison.
  • Denmark's a prison.
  • Guildenstern. Prison, my lord?

    Hamlet. Denmark's a prison.

91 II, 2, 1347
  • A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
    dungeons, Denmark...
  • A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
    dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.
  • Rosencrantz. Then is the world one.

    Hamlet. A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and
    dungeons, Denmark being one o' th' worst.

92 II, 2, 1350
  • Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good
    or bad but thin...
  • Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good
    or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
  • Rosencrantz. We think not so, my lord.

    Hamlet. Why, then 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good
    or bad but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.

93 II, 2, 1354
  • O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
    king of infinite...
  • O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
    king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
  • Rosencrantz. Why, then your ambition makes it one. 'Tis too narrow for your
    mind.

    Hamlet. O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a
    king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

94 II, 2, 1358
  • A dream itself is but a shadow.
  • A dream itself is but a shadow.
  • Guildenstern. Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of
    the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

    Hamlet. A dream itself is but a shadow.

95 II, 2, 1361
  • Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
    heroes the be...
  • Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
    heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my
    fay, I cannot reason.
  • Rosencrantz. Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that
    it is but a shadow's shadow.

    Hamlet. Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch'd
    heroes the beggars' shadows. Shall we to th' court? for, by my
    fay, I cannot reason.

96 II, 2, 1365
  • No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
    servants; for, to sp...
  • No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
    servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most
    dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what
    make you at Elsinore?
  • Rosencrantz. [with Guildenstern] We'll wait upon you.

    Hamlet. No such matter! I will not sort you with the rest of my
    servants; for, to speak to you like an honest man, I am most
    dreadfully attended. But in the beaten way of friendship, what
    make you at Elsinore?

97 II, 2, 1370
  • Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
    and sure, dear...
  • Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
    and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were
    you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free
    visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak.
  • Rosencrantz. To visit you, my lord; no other occasion.

    Hamlet. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you;
    and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were
    you not sent for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free
    visitation? Come, deal justly with me. Come, come! Nay, speak.

98 II, 2, 1375
  • Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and
    there is a kind of...
  • Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and
    there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties
    have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen
    have sent for you.
  • Guildenstern. What should we say, my lord?

    Hamlet. Why, anything- but to th' purpose. You were sent for; and
    there is a kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties
    have not craft enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen
    have sent for you.

99 II, 2, 1380
  • That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights
    of our fellowsh...
  • That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights
    of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the
    obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a
    better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with
    me, whether you were sent for or no.
  • Rosencrantz. To what end, my lord?

    Hamlet. That you must teach me. But let me conjure you by the rights
    of our fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the
    obligation of our ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a
    better proposer could charge you withal, be even and direct with
    me, whether you were sent for or no.

100 II, 2, 1386
  • [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold
    not off.
  • [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold
    not off.
  • Rosencrantz. [aside to Guildenstern] What say you?

    Hamlet. [aside] Nay then, I have an eye of you.- If you love me, hold
    not off.

101 II, 2, 1389
  • I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
    discovery, and yo...
  • I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
    discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no
    feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my
    mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so
    heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth,
    seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the
    air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical
    roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing
    to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a
    piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in
    faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in
    action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the
    beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what
    is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman
    neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
  • Guildenstern. My lord, we were sent for.

    Hamlet. I will tell you why. So shall my anticipation prevent your
    discovery, and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no
    feather. I have of late- but wherefore I know not- lost all my
    mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so
    heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth,
    seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the
    air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical
    roof fretted with golden fire- why, it appeareth no other thing
    to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a
    piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in
    faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in
    action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the
    beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what
    is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- no, nor woman
    neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

102 II, 2, 1405
  • Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?
  • Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?
  • Rosencrantz. My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

    Hamlet. Why did you laugh then, when I said 'Man delights not me'?

103 II, 2, 1409
  • He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
    have tribute of m...
  • He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
    have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
    target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall
    end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
    lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind
    freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are
    they?
  • Rosencrantz. To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what lenten
    entertainment the players shall receive from you. We coted them
    on the way, and hither are they coming to offer you service.

    Hamlet. He that plays the king shall be welcome- his Majesty shall
    have tribute of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and
    target; the lover shall not sigh gratis; the humorous man shall
    end his part in peace; the clown shall make those laugh whose
    lungs are tickle o' th' sere; and the lady shall say her mind
    freely, or the blank verse shall halt for't. What players are
    they?

104 II, 2, 1418
  • How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in
    reputation and profit,...
  • How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in
    reputation and profit, was better both ways.
  • Rosencrantz. Even those you were wont to take such delight in, the
    tragedians of the city.

    Hamlet. How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in
    reputation and profit, was better both ways.

105 II, 2, 1422
  • Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
    city? Are they s...
  • Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
    city? Are they so follow'd?
  • Rosencrantz. I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late
    innovation.

    Hamlet. Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the
    city? Are they so follow'd?

106 II, 2, 1425
  • How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
  • How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
  • Rosencrantz. No indeed are they not.

    Hamlet. How comes it? Do they grow rusty?

107 II, 2, 1432
  • What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
    escoted? Will they...
  • What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
    escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can
    sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow
    themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means
    are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim
    against their own succession.
  • Rosencrantz. Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is,
    sir, an eyrie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top
    of question and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't. These are now
    the fashion, and so berattle the common stages (so they call
    them) that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goosequills and
    dare scarce come thither.

    Hamlet. What, are they children? Who maintains 'em? How are they
    escoted? Will they pursue the quality no longer than they can
    sing? Will they not say afterwards, if they should grow
    themselves to common players (as it is most like, if their means
    are no better), their writers do them wrong to make them exclaim
    against their own succession.

108 II, 2, 1442
  • Is't possible?
  • Is't possible?
  • Rosencrantz. Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation
    holds it no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was, for a
    while, no money bid for argument unless the poet and the player
    went to cuffs in the question.

    Hamlet. Is't possible?

109 II, 2, 1444
  • Do the boys carry it away?
  • Do the boys carry it away?
  • Guildenstern. O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

    Hamlet. Do the boys carry it away?

110 II, 2, 1446
  • It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
    those that woul...
  • It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
    those that would make mows at him while my father lived give
    twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in
    little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if
    philosophy could find it out.
  • Rosencrantz. Ay, that they do, my lord- Hercules and his load too.

    Hamlet. It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and
    those that would make mows at him while my father lived give
    twenty, forty, fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in
    little. 'Sblood, there is something in this more than natural, if
    philosophy could find it out.

111 II, 2, 1453
  • Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th'
    appurtenance o...
  • Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th'
    appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply
    with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players (which I
    tell you must show fairly outwards) should more appear like
    entertainment than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father
    and aunt-mother are deceiv'd.
  • Guildenstern. There are the players.

    Hamlet. Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come! Th'
    appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply
    with you in this garb, lest my extent to the players (which I
    tell you must show fairly outwards) should more appear like
    entertainment than yours. You are welcome. But my uncle-father
    and aunt-mother are deceiv'd.

112 II, 2, 1460
  • I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I
    know a hawk from...
  • I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I
    know a hawk from a handsaw.
  • Guildenstern. In what, my dear lord?

    Hamlet. I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly I
    know a hawk from a handsaw.

113 II, 2, 1464
  • Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer!
    That great baby y...
  • Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer!
    That great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling
    clouts.
  • Polonius. Well be with you, gentlemen!

    Hamlet. Hark you, Guildenstern- and you too- at each ear a hearer!
    That great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling
    clouts.

114 II, 2, 1469
  • I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.-
    You say right,...
  • I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.-
    You say right, sir; a Monday morning; twas so indeed.
  • Rosencrantz. Happily he's the second time come to them; for they say an old
    man is twice a child.

    Hamlet. I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.-
    You say right, sir; a Monday morning; twas so indeed.

115 II, 2, 1472
  • My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome-
  • My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome-
  • Polonius. My lord, I have news to tell you.

    Hamlet. My lord, I have news to tell you. When Roscius was an actor in Rome-

116 II, 2, 1474
  • Buzz, buzz!
  • Buzz, buzz!
  • Polonius. The actors are come hither, my lord.

    Hamlet. Buzz, buzz!

117 II, 2, 1476
  • Then came each actor on his ass-
  • Then came each actor on his ass-
  • Polonius. Upon my honour-

    Hamlet. Then came each actor on his ass-

118 II, 2, 1483
  • O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
  • O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
  • Polonius. The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy,
    history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral,
    tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral; scene
    individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor
    Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are
    the only men.

    Hamlet. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!

119 II, 2, 1485
  • Why,
    'One fair daughter, and no more,
    The which he loved passi...
  • Why,
    'One fair daughter, and no more,
    The which he loved passing well.'
  • Polonius. What treasure had he, my lord?

    Hamlet. Why,
    'One fair daughter, and no more,
    The which he loved passing well.'

120 II, 2, 1489
  • Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?
  • Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?
  • Polonius. [aside] Still on my daughter.

    Hamlet. Am I not i' th' right, old Jephthah?

121 II, 2, 1492
  • Nay, that follows not.
  • Nay, that follows not.
  • Polonius. If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I
    love passing well.

    Hamlet. Nay, that follows not.

122 II, 2, 1494
  • Why,
    'As by lot, God wot,'
    and then, you know,
    'It came...
  • 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.
  • Polonius. What follows then, my 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.

123 II, 2, 1512
  • I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
    or if it was, n...
  • I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
    or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd
    not the million, 'twas caviary to the general; but it was (as I
    receiv'd it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in
    the top of mine) an excellent play, well digested in the scenes,
    set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said
    there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury,
    nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of
    affectation; but call'd it an honest method, as wholesome as
    sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in't
    I chiefly lov'd. 'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it
    especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in
    your memory, begin at this line- let me see, let me see:
    'The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast-'
    'Tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus:
    'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
    Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
    When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
    Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
    With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot
    Now is be total gules, horridly trick'd
    With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
    Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
    That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
    To their lord's murther. Roasted in wrath and fire,
    And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
    With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
    Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
    So, proceed you.
  • First Player. What speech, my good lord?

    Hamlet. I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted;
    or if it was, not above once; for the play, I remember, pleas'd
    not the million, 'twas caviary to the general; but it was (as I
    receiv'd it, and others, whose judgments in such matters cried in
    the top of mine) an excellent play, well digested in the scenes,
    set down with as much modesty as cunning. I remember one said
    there were no sallets in the lines to make the matter savoury,
    nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of
    affectation; but call'd it an honest method, as wholesome as
    sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in't
    I chiefly lov'd. 'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it
    especially where he speaks of Priam's slaughter. If it live in
    your memory, begin at this line- let me see, let me see:
    'The rugged Pyrrhus, like th' Hyrcanian beast-'
    'Tis not so; it begins with Pyrrhus:
    'The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,
    Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
    When he lay couched in the ominous horse,
    Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
    With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot
    Now is be total gules, horridly trick'd
    With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
    Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
    That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
    To their lord's murther. Roasted in wrath and fire,
    And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
    With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
    Old grandsire Priam seeks.'
    So, proceed you.

124 II, 2, 1573
  • It shall to the barber's, with your beard.- Prithee say on.
    He's for a jig o...
  • 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.
  • Polonius. This is too long.

    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.

125 II, 2, 1577
  • 'The mobled queen'?
  • 'The mobled queen'?
  • First Player. 'But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen-'

    Hamlet. 'The mobled queen'?

126 II, 2, 1595
  • 'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-
    Good my lord, wi...
  • 'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-
    Good my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you
    hear? Let them be well us'd; for they are the abstract and brief
    chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a
    bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
  • Polonius. Look, whe'r he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's
    eyes. Prithee no more!

    Hamlet. 'Tis well. I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.-
    Good my lord, will you see the players well bestow'd? Do you
    hear? Let them be well us'd; for they are the abstract and brief
    chronicles of the time. After your death you were better have a
    bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

127 II, 2, 1601
  • God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his
    desert, and who sh...
  • God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his
    desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own
    honour and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in
    your bounty. Take them in.
  • Polonius. My lord, I will use them according to their desert.

    Hamlet. God's bodykins, man, much better! Use every man after his
    desert, and who should scape whipping? Use them after your own
    honour and dignity. The less they deserve, the more merit is in
    your bounty. Take them in.

128 II, 2, 1606
  • Follow him, friends. We'll hear a play to-morrow.
    [Exeunt Polonius and Playe...
  • 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'?
  • Polonius. Come, sirs.

    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'?

129 II, 2, 1611
  • We'll ha't to-morrow night. You could, for a need, study a
    speech of some do...
  • 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.

    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?

130 II, 2, 1615
  • Very well. Follow that lord- and look you mock him not.
    [Exit First Player.]...
  • Very well. Follow that lord- and look you mock him not.
    [Exit First Player.]
    My good friends, I'll leave you till night. You are welcome to
    Elsinore.
  • First Player. Ay, my lord.

    Hamlet. Very well. Follow that lord- and look you mock him not.
    [Exit First Player.]
    My good friends, I'll leave you till night. You are welcome to
    Elsinore.

131 II, 2, 1620
  • Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
    [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]
    Now I am al...
  • Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
    [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]
    Now I am alone.
    O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
    Is it not monstrous that this player here,
    But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
    Could force his soul so to his own conceit
    That, from her working, all his visage wann'd,
    Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
    A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
    With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!
    For Hecuba!
    What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
    That he should weep for her? What would he do,
    Had he the motive and the cue for passion
    That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
    And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
    Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
    Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
    The very faculties of eyes and ears.
    Yet I,
    A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
    Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
    And can say nothing! No, not for a king,
    Upon whose property and most dear life
    A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
    Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
    Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
    Tweaks me by th' nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat
    As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this, ha?
    'Swounds, I should take it! for it cannot be
    But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
    To make oppression bitter, or ere this
    I should have fatted all the region kites
    With this slave's offal. Bloody bawdy villain!
    Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
    O, vengeance!
    Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
    That I, the son of a dear father murther'd,
    Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
    Must (like a whore) unpack my heart with words
    And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
    A scullion!
    Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! Hum, I have heard
    That guilty creatures, sitting at a play,
    Have by the very cunning of the scene
    Been struck so to the soul that presently
    They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
    For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
    With most miraculous organ, I'll have these Players
    Play something like the murther of my father
    Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks;
    I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench,
    I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
    May be a devil; and the devil hath power
    T' assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
    Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
    As he is very potent with such spirits,
    Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds
    More relative than this. The play's the thing
    Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. Exit.
  • Rosencrantz. Good my lord!

    Hamlet. Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
    [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern]
    Now I am alone.
    O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
    Is it not monstrous that this player here,
    But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
    Could force his soul so to his own conceit
    That, from her working, all his visage wann'd,
    Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
    A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
    With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!
    For Hecuba!
    What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
    That he should weep for her? What would he do,
    Had he the motive and the cue for passion
    That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
    And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
    Make mad the guilty and appal the free,
    Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
    The very faculties of eyes and ears.
    Yet I,
    A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak
    Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
    And can say nothing! No, not for a king,
    Upon whose property and most dear life
    A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
    Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
    Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
    Tweaks me by th' nose? gives me the lie i' th' throat
    As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this, ha?
    'Swounds, I should take it! for it cannot be
    But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
    To make oppression bitter, or ere this
    I should have fatted all the region kites
    With this slave's offal. Bloody bawdy villain!
    Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
    O, vengeance!
    Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
    That I, the son of a dear father murther'd,
    Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
    Must (like a whore) unpack my heart with words
    And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
    A scullion!
    Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! Hum, I have heard
    That guilty creatures, sitting at a play,
    Have by the very cunning of the scene
    Been struck so to the soul that presently
    They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
    For murther, though it have no tongue, will speak
    With most miraculous organ, I'll have these Players
    Play something like the murther of my father
    Before mine uncle. I'll observe his looks;
    I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench,
    I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
    May be a devil; and the devil hath power
    T' assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
    Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
    As he is very potent with such spirits,
    Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds
    More relative than this. The play's the thing
    Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. Exit.

132 III, 1, 1749
  • To be, or not to be- that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind t...
  • To be, or not to be- that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
    To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause. There's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life.
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office, and the spurns
    That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death-
    The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
    No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry
    And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins rememb'red.
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet.

    Hamlet. To be, or not to be- that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
    To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause. There's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life.
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office, and the spurns
    That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death-
    The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
    No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry
    And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins rememb'red.

133 III, 1, 1786
  • I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
  • I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
  • Ophelia. Good my lord,
    How does your honour for this many a day?

    Hamlet. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

134 III, 1, 1790
  • No, not I!
    I never gave you aught.
  • No, not I!
    I never gave you aught.
  • Ophelia. My lord, I have remembrances of yours
    That I have longed long to re-deliver.
    I pray you, now receive them.

    Hamlet. No, not I!
    I never gave you aught.

135 III, 1, 1798
  • Ha, ha! Are you honest?
  • Ha, ha! Are you honest?
  • Ophelia. My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,
    And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
    As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
    Take these again; for to the noble mind
    Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
    There, my lord.

    Hamlet. Ha, ha! Are you honest?

136 III, 1, 1800
  • Are you fair?
  • Are you fair?
  • Ophelia. My lord?

    Hamlet. Are you fair?

137 III, 1, 1802
  • That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
    discourse to yo...
  • That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
    discourse to your beauty.
  • Ophelia. What means your lordship?

    Hamlet. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
    discourse to your beauty.

138 III, 1, 1805
  • Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
    honesty from what i...
  • Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
    honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can
    translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,
    but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
  • Ophelia. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

    Hamlet. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
    honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can
    translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,
    but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

139 III, 1, 1810
  • You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
    inoculate our old stoc...
  • You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
    inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you
    not.
  • Ophelia. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

    Hamlet. You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
    inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you
    not.

140 III, 1, 1814
  • Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
    sinners? I am myself...
  • Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
    sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse
    me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
    I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my
    beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
    them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
    do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all;
    believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your
    father?
  • Ophelia. I was the more deceived.

    Hamlet. Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
    sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse
    me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
    I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my
    beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
    them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
    do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all;
    believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your
    father?

141 III, 1, 1824
  • Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
    nowhere but in's o...
  • Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
    nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
  • Ophelia. At home, my lord.

    Hamlet. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
    nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.

142 III, 1, 1827
  • If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
    be thou as cha...
  • If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
    be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
    calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt
    needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what
    monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.
    Farewell.
  • Ophelia. O, help him, you sweet heavens!

    Hamlet. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
    be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
    calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt
    needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what
    monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.
    Farewell.

143 III, 1, 1834
  • I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
    given you one face...
  • I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
    given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you
    amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your
    wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made
    me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are
    married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as
    they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit.
  • Ophelia. O heavenly powers, restore him!

    Hamlet. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
    given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you
    amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your
    wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made
    me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are
    married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as
    they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit.

144 III, 2, 1883
  • Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
    trippingly on the t...
  • 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.
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet and three of the Players.

    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.

145 III, 2, 1896
  • Be not too tame neither; but let your own discretion be your
    tutor. Suit the...
  • 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 warrant your honour.

    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.

146 III, 2, 1914
  • O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns
    speak no more t...
  • O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns
    speak no more than is set down for them. For there be of them
    that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren
    spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary
    question of the play be then to be considered. That's villanous
    and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go
    make you ready.
    [Exeunt Players.]
    [Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.]
    How now, my lord? Will the King hear this piece of work?
  • First Player. I hope we have reform'd that indifferently with us, sir.

    Hamlet. O, reform it altogether! And let those that play your clowns
    speak no more than is set down for them. For there be of them
    that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren
    spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary
    question of the play be then to be considered. That's villanous
    and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. Go
    make you ready.
    [Exeunt Players.]
    [Enter Polonius, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.]
    How now, my lord? Will the King hear this piece of work?

147 III, 2, 1925
  • Bid the players make haste, [Exit Polonius.] Will you two
    help to hasten the...
  • Bid the players make haste, [Exit Polonius.] Will you two
    help to hasten them?
  • Polonius. And the Queen too, and that presently.

    Hamlet. Bid the players make haste, [Exit Polonius.] Will you two
    help to hasten them?

148 III, 2, 1929
  • What, ho, Horatio!
  • What, ho, Horatio!
  • (stage directions). Exeunt they two.

    Hamlet. What, ho, Horatio!

149 III, 2, 1932
  • Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
    As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
  • Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
    As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.
  • Horatio. Here, sweet lord, at your service.

    Hamlet. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
    As e'er my conversation cop'd withal.

150 III, 2, 1935
  • Nay, do not think I flatter;
    For what advancement may I hope from thee,
  • Nay, do not think I flatter;
    For what advancement may I hope from thee,
    That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
    To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
    No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
    And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
    Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
    Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
    And could of men distinguish, her election
    Hath seal'd thee for herself. For thou hast been
    As one, in suff'ring all, that suffers nothing;
    A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards
    Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those
    Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
    That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
    To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
    That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
    In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
    As I do thee. Something too much of this I
    There is a play to-night before the King.
    One scene of it comes near the circumstance,
    Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
    I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
    Even with the very comment of thy soul
    Observe my uncle. If his occulted guilt
    Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
    It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
    And my imaginations are as foul
    As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
    For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
    And after we will both our judgments join
    In censure of his seeming.
  • Horatio. O, my dear lord!

    Hamlet. Nay, do not think I flatter;
    For what advancement may I hope from thee,
    That no revenue hast but thy good spirits
    To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd?
    No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
    And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
    Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
    Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice
    And could of men distinguish, her election
    Hath seal'd thee for herself. For thou hast been
    As one, in suff'ring all, that suffers nothing;
    A man that Fortune's buffets and rewards
    Hast ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are those
    Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled
    That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger
    To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
    That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
    In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
    As I do thee. Something too much of this I
    There is a play to-night before the King.
    One scene of it comes near the circumstance,
    Which I have told thee, of my father's death.
    I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot,
    Even with the very comment of thy soul
    Observe my uncle. If his occulted guilt
    Do not itself unkennel in one speech,
    It is a damned ghost that we have seen,
    And my imaginations are as foul
    As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note;
    For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
    And after we will both our judgments join
    In censure of his seeming.

151 III, 2, 1973
  • They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
    Get you a place.
  • They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
    Get you a place.
  • Horatio. Well, my lord.
    If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing,
    And scape detecting, I will pay the theft.
    Sound a flourish. [Enter Trumpets and Kettledrums. Danish
    march. [Enter King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern,
    and other Lords attendant, with the Guard carrying torches.]

    Hamlet. They are coming to the play. I must be idle.
    Get you a place.

152 III, 2, 1976
  • Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air,
    promise-cramm'd...
  • Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air,
    promise-cramm'd. You cannot feed capons so.
  • Claudius. How fares our cousin Hamlet?

    Hamlet. Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish. I eat the air,
    promise-cramm'd. You cannot feed capons so.

153 III, 2, 1980
  • No, nor mine now. [To Polonius] My lord, you play'd once
    i' th' university,...
  • No, nor mine now. [To Polonius] My lord, you play'd once
    i' th' university, you say?
  • Claudius. I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet. These words are not
    mine.

    Hamlet. No, nor mine now. [To Polonius] My lord, you play'd once
    i' th' university, you say?

154 III, 2, 1983
  • What did you enact?
  • What did you enact?
  • Polonius. That did I, my lord, and was accounted a good actor.

    Hamlet. What did you enact?

155 III, 2, 1986
  • It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be
    the players r...
  • It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be
    the players ready.
  • Polonius. I did enact Julius Caesar; I was kill'd i' th' Capitol; Brutus
    kill'd me.

    Hamlet. It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf there. Be
    the players ready.

156 III, 2, 1990
  • No, good mother. Here's metal more attractive.
  • No, good mother. Here's metal more attractive.
  • Gertrude. Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.

    Hamlet. No, good mother. Here's metal more attractive.

157 III, 2, 1992
  • Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
  • Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
  • Polonius. [to the King] O, ho! do you mark that?

    Hamlet. Lady, shall I lie in your lap?

158 III, 2, 1995
  • I mean, my head upon your lap?
  • I mean, my head upon your lap?
  • Ophelia. No, my lord.

    Hamlet. I mean, my head upon your lap?

159 III, 2, 1997
  • Do you think I meant country matters?
  • Do you think I meant country matters?
  • Ophelia. Ay, my lord.

    Hamlet. Do you think I meant country matters?

160 III, 2, 1999
  • That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
  • That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
  • Ophelia. I think nothing, my lord.

    Hamlet. That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

161 III, 2, 2001
  • Nothing.
  • Nothing.
  • Ophelia. What is, my lord?

    Hamlet. Nothing.

162 III, 2, 2003
  • Who, I?
  • Who, I?
  • Ophelia. You are merry, my lord.

    Hamlet. Who, I?

163 III, 2, 2005
  • O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
    For look you...
  • O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
    For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died
    within 's two hours.
  • Ophelia. Ay, my lord.

    Hamlet. O God, your only jig-maker! What should a man do but be merry?
    For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died
    within 's two hours.

164 III, 2, 2009
  • So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a
    suit of sables....
  • So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a
    suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten
    yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life
    half a year. But, by'r Lady, he must build churches then; or else
    shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose
    epitaph is 'For O, for O, the hobby-horse is forgot!'
    [Hautboys play. The dumb show enters.]
    Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing
    him and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation
    unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her
    neck. He lays him down upon a bank of flowers. She, seeing
    him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his
    crown, kisses it, pours poison in the sleeper's ears, and
    leaves him. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes
    passionate action. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes,
    comes in again, seem to condole with her. The dead body is
    carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she
    seems harsh and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts
    his love.
  • Ophelia. Nay 'tis twice two months, my lord.

    Hamlet. So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a
    suit of sables. O heavens! die two months ago, and not forgotten
    yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life
    half a year. But, by'r Lady, he must build churches then; or else
    shall he suffer not thinking on, with the hobby-horse, whose
    epitaph is 'For O, for O, the hobby-horse is forgot!'
    [Hautboys play. The dumb show enters.]
    Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing
    him and he her. She kneels, and makes show of protestation
    unto him. He takes her up, and declines his head upon her
    neck. He lays him down upon a bank of flowers. She, seeing
    him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in a fellow, takes off his
    crown, kisses it, pours poison in the sleeper's ears, and
    leaves him. The Queen returns, finds the King dead, and makes
    passionate action. The Poisoner with some three or four Mutes,
    comes in again, seem to condole with her. The dead body is
    carried away. The Poisoner wooes the Queen with gifts; she
    seems harsh and unwilling awhile, but in the end accepts
    his love.

165 III, 2, 2030
  • Marry, this is miching malhecho; it means mischief.
  • Marry, this is miching malhecho; it means mischief.
  • Ophelia. What means this, my lord?

    Hamlet. Marry, this is miching malhecho; it means mischief.

166 III, 2, 2033
  • We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel;
    they'll tell...
  • We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel;
    they'll tell all.
  • (stage directions). Enter Prologue.

    Hamlet. We shall know by this fellow. The players cannot keep counsel;
    they'll tell all.

167 III, 2, 2036
  • Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you asham'd to
    show, he'll not...
  • Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you asham'd to
    show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.
  • Ophelia. Will he tell us what this show meant?

    Hamlet. Ay, or any show that you'll show him. Be not you asham'd to
    show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means.

168 III, 2, 2042
  • Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
  • Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
  • Ophelia. You are naught, you are naught! I'll mark the play.
    Pro. For us, and for our tragedy,
    Here stooping to your clemency,
    We beg your hearing patiently. [Exit.]

    Hamlet. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?

169 III, 2, 2044
  • As woman's love.
  • As woman's love.
  • Ophelia. 'Tis brief, my lord.

    Hamlet. As woman's love.

170 III, 2, 2073
  • [aside] Wormwood, wormwood!
    Queen. The instances that second marriage move <...
  • [aside] Wormwood, wormwood!
    Queen. The instances that second marriage move
    Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
    A second time I kill my husband dead
    When second husband kisses me in bed.
  • Player Queen. O, confound the rest!
    Such love must needs be treason in my breast.
    When second husband let me be accurst!
    None wed the second but who killed the first.

    Hamlet. [aside] Wormwood, wormwood!
    Queen. The instances that second marriage move
    Are base respects of thrift, but none of love.
    A second time I kill my husband dead
    When second husband kisses me in bed.

171 III, 2, 2116
  • If she should break it now!
  • If she should break it now!
  • Player Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light,
    Sport and repose lock from me day and night,
    To desperation turn my trust and hope,
    An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope,
    Each opposite that blanks the face of joy
    Meet what I would have well, and it destroy,
    Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife,
    If, once a widow, ever I be wife!

    Hamlet. If she should break it now!

172 III, 2, 2124
  • Madam, how like you this play?
  • Madam, how like you this play?
  • (stage directions). Exit.

    Hamlet. Madam, how like you this play?

173 III, 2, 2126
  • O, but she'll keep her word.
  • O, but she'll keep her word.
  • Gertrude. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

    Hamlet. O, but she'll keep her word.

174 III, 2, 2128
  • No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th'
    world.
  • No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th'
    world.
  • Claudius. Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in't?

    Hamlet. No, no! They do but jest, poison in jest; no offence i' th'
    world.

175 III, 2, 2131
  • 'The Mousetrap.' Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the
    image of a murther...
  • 'The Mousetrap.' Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the
    image of a murther done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke's name;
    his wife, Baptista. You shall see anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of
    work; but what o' that? Your Majesty, and we that have free
    souls, it touches us not. Let the gall'd jade winch; our withers
    are unwrung.
  • Claudius. What do you call the play?

    Hamlet. 'The Mousetrap.' Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the
    image of a murther done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke's name;
    his wife, Baptista. You shall see anon. 'Tis a knavish piece of
    work; but what o' that? Your Majesty, and we that have free
    souls, it touches us not. Let the gall'd jade winch; our withers
    are unwrung.

176 III, 2, 2139
  • I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
    the puppets dall...
  • I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
    the puppets dallying.
  • Ophelia. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

    Hamlet. I could interpret between you and your love, if I could see
    the puppets dallying.

177 III, 2, 2142
  • It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
  • It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.
  • Ophelia. You are keen, my lord, you are keen.

    Hamlet. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.

178 III, 2, 2144
  • So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
    thy damnable f...
  • So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
    thy damnable faces, and begin! Come, the croaking raven doth
    bellow for revenge.
    Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately.
  • Ophelia. Still better, and worse.

    Hamlet. So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
    thy damnable faces, and begin! Come, the croaking raven doth
    bellow for revenge.
    Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately.

179 III, 2, 2149
  • He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago.
    The story is...
  • He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago.
    The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You
    shall see anon how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.
  • (stage directions). Pours the poison in his ears.

    Hamlet. He poisons him i' th' garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago.
    The story is extant, and written in very choice Italian. You
    shall see anon how the murtherer gets the love of Gonzago's wife.

180 III, 2, 2153
  • What, frighted with false fire?
  • What, frighted with false fire?
  • Ophelia. The King rises.

    Hamlet. What, frighted with false fire?

181 III, 2, 2159
  • Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
    The hart ungalled play;
    For...
  • Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
    The hart ungalled play;
    For some must watch, while some must sleep:
    Thus runs the world away.
    Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers- if the rest of my
    fortunes turn Turk with me-with two Provincial roses on my raz'd
    shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?
  • (stage directions). Exeunt all but Hamlet and Horatio.

    Hamlet. Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
    The hart ungalled play;
    For some must watch, while some must sleep:
    Thus runs the world away.
    Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers- if the rest of my
    fortunes turn Turk with me-with two Provincial roses on my raz'd
    shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?

182 III, 2, 2167
  • A whole one I!
    For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
    This realm di...
  • A whole one I!
    For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
    This realm dismantled was
    Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
    A very, very- pajock.
  • Horatio. Half a share.

    Hamlet. A whole one I!
    For thou dost know, O Damon dear,
    This realm dismantled was
    Of Jove himself; and now reigns here
    A very, very- pajock.

183 III, 2, 2173
  • O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
    pound! Didst perce...
  • O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
    pound! Didst perceive?
  • Horatio. You might have rhym'd.

    Hamlet. O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a thousand
    pound! Didst perceive?

184 III, 2, 2176
  • Upon the talk of the poisoning?
  • Upon the talk of the poisoning?
  • Horatio. Very well, my lord.

    Hamlet. Upon the talk of the poisoning?

185 III, 2, 2178
  • Aha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders!
    For if the King like not the...
  • Aha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders!
    For if the King like not the comedy,
    Why then, belike he likes it not, perdy.
    Come, some music!
    Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
  • Horatio. I did very well note him.

    Hamlet. Aha! Come, some music! Come, the recorders!
    For if the King like not the comedy,
    Why then, belike he likes it not, perdy.
    Come, some music!
    Enter Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

186 III, 2, 2184
  • Sir, a whole history.
  • Sir, a whole history.
  • Guildenstern. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you.

    Hamlet. Sir, a whole history.

187 III, 2, 2186
  • Ay, sir, what of him?
  • Ay, sir, what of him?
  • Guildenstern. The King, sir-

    Hamlet. Ay, sir, what of him?

188 III, 2, 2188
  • With drink, sir?
  • With drink, sir?
  • Guildenstern. Is in his retirement, marvellous distemper'd.

    Hamlet. With drink, sir?

189 III, 2, 2190
  • Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
    the doctor; fo...
  • Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
    the doctor; for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps
    plunge him into far more choler.
  • Guildenstern. No, my lord; rather with choler.

    Hamlet. Your wisdom should show itself more richer to signify this to
    the doctor; for me to put him to his purgation would perhaps
    plunge him into far more choler.

190 III, 2, 2195
  • I am tame, sir; pronounce.
  • I am tame, sir; pronounce.
  • Guildenstern. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start
    not so wildly from my affair.

    Hamlet. I am tame, sir; pronounce.

191 III, 2, 2198
  • You are welcome.
  • You are welcome.
  • Guildenstern. The Queen, your mother, in most great affliction of spirit
    hath sent me to you.

    Hamlet. You are welcome.

192 III, 2, 2203
  • Sir, I cannot.
  • Sir, I cannot.
  • Guildenstern. 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; if not, your pardon and my return
    shall be the end of my business.

    Hamlet. Sir, I cannot.

193 III, 2, 2205
  • Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd. But, sir, such
    answer as I c...
  • Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd. But, sir, such
    answer as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say,
    my mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter! My mother, you
    say-
  • Guildenstern. What, my lord?

    Hamlet. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseas'd. But, sir, such
    answer as I can make, you shall command; or rather, as you say,
    my mother. Therefore no more, but to the matter! My mother, you
    say-

194 III, 2, 2211
  • O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no
    sequel at the...
  • O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no
    sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? Impart.
  • Rosencrantz. Then thus she says: your behaviour hath struck her into
    amazement and admiration.

    Hamlet. O wonderful son, that can so stonish a mother! But is there no
    sequel at the heels of this mother's admiration? Impart.

195 III, 2, 2214
  • We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
    further trade wit...
  • We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
    further trade with us?
  • Rosencrantz. She desires to speak with you in her closet ere you go to bed.

    Hamlet. We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have you any
    further trade with us?

196 III, 2, 2217
  • And do still, by these pickers and stealers!
  • And do still, by these pickers and stealers!
  • Rosencrantz. My lord, you once did love me.

    Hamlet. And do still, by these pickers and stealers!

197 III, 2, 2221
  • Sir, I lack advancement.
  • Sir, I lack advancement.
  • Rosencrantz. Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely
    bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your griefs to
    your friend.

    Hamlet. Sir, I lack advancement.

198 III, 2, 2224
  • Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows'- the proverb is something
    musty.
    [E...
  • Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows'- the proverb is something
    musty.
    [Enter the Players with recorders. ]
    O, the recorders! Let me see one. To withdraw with you- why do
    you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me
    into a toil?
  • Rosencrantz. How can that be, when you have the voice of the King himself
    for your succession in Denmark?

    Hamlet. Ay, sir, but 'while the grass grows'- the proverb is something
    musty.
    [Enter the Players with recorders. ]
    O, the recorders! Let me see one. To withdraw with you- why do
    you go about to recover the wind of me, as if you would drive me
    into a toil?

199 III, 2, 2231
  • I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
  • I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?
  • Guildenstern. O my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too unmannerly.

    Hamlet. I do not well understand that. Will you play upon this pipe?

200 III, 2, 2233
  • I pray you.
  • I pray you.
  • Guildenstern. My lord, I cannot.

    Hamlet. I pray you.

201 III, 2, 2235
  • I do beseech you.
  • I do beseech you.
  • Guildenstern. Believe me, I cannot.

    Hamlet. I do beseech you.

202 III, 2, 2237
  • It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your
    fingers and thumbs,...
  • It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your
    fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will
    discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.
  • Guildenstern. I know, no touch of it, my lord.

    Hamlet. It is as easy as lying. Govern these ventages with your
    fingers and thumbs, give it breath with your mouth, and it will
    discourse most eloquent music. Look you, these are the stops.

203 III, 2, 2242
  • Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
    would play upon...
  • Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
    would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would
    pluck out the heart 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 am easier to be play'd on than a
    pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me,
    you cannot play upon me.
    [Enter Polonius.]
    God bless you, sir!
  • Guildenstern. But these cannot I command to any utt'rance of harmony. I
    have not the skill.

    Hamlet. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You
    would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would
    pluck out the heart 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 am easier to be play'd on than a
    pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me,
    you cannot play upon me.
    [Enter Polonius.]
    God bless you, sir!

204 III, 2, 2253
  • Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
  • Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
  • Polonius. My lord, the Queen would speak with you, and presently.

    Hamlet. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?

205 III, 2, 2255
  • Methinks it is like a weasel.
  • Methinks it is like a weasel.
  • Polonius. By th' mass, and 'tis like a camel indeed.

    Hamlet. Methinks it is like a weasel.

206 III, 2, 2257
  • Or like a whale.
  • Or like a whale.
  • Polonius. It is back'd like a weasel.

    Hamlet. Or like a whale.

207 III, 2, 2259
  • Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the
    top of my bent...
  • Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the
    top of my bent.- I will come by-and-by.
  • Polonius. Very like a whale.

    Hamlet. Then will I come to my mother by-and-by.- They fool me to the
    top of my bent.- I will come by-and-by.

208 III, 2, 2262
  • 'By-and-by' is easily said.- Leave me, friends.
    [Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
  • 'By-and-by' is easily said.- Leave me, friends.
    [Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
    'Tis now the very witching time of night,
    When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
    Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood
    And do such bitter business as the day
    Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother!
    O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
    The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom.
    Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
    I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
    My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites-
    How in my words somever she be shent,
    To give them seals never, my soul, consent! Exit.
  • Polonius. I will say so. Exit.

    Hamlet. 'By-and-by' is easily said.- Leave me, friends.
    [Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
    'Tis now the very witching time of night,
    When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
    Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood
    And do such bitter business as the day
    Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother!
    O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever
    The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom.
    Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
    I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
    My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites-
    How in my words somever she be shent,
    To give them seals never, my soul, consent! Exit.

209 III, 3, 2356
  • Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
    And now I'll do't. And so he goes...
  • Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
    And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven,
    And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd.
    A villain kills my father; and for that,
    I, his sole son, do this same villain send
    To heaven.
    Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge!
    He took my father grossly, full of bread,
    With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
    And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
    But in our circumstance and course of thought,
    'Tis heavy with him; and am I then reveng'd,
    To take him in the purging of his soul,
    When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?
    No.
    Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
    When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
    Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed;
    At gaming, swearing, or about some act
    That has no relish of salvation in't-
    Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
    And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
    As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.
    This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Exit.
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet.

    Hamlet. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
    And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven,
    And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd.
    A villain kills my father; and for that,
    I, his sole son, do this same villain send
    To heaven.
    Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge!
    He took my father grossly, full of bread,
    With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
    And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
    But in our circumstance and course of thought,
    'Tis heavy with him; and am I then reveng'd,
    To take him in the purging of his soul,
    When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?
    No.
    Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
    When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
    Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed;
    At gaming, swearing, or about some act
    That has no relish of salvation in't-
    Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
    And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
    As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.
    This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. Exit.

210 III, 4, 2388
  • [within] Mother, mother, mother!
  • [within] Mother, mother, mother!
  • Polonius. He 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 screen'd and stood between
    Much heat and him. I'll silence me even here.
    Pray you be round with him.

    Hamlet. [within] Mother, mother, mother!

211 III, 4, 2392
  • Now, mother, what's the matter?
  • Now, mother, what's the matter?
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet.

    Hamlet. Now, mother, what's the matter?

212 III, 4, 2394
  • Mother, you have my father much offended.
  • Mother, you have my father much offended.
  • Gertrude. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.

    Hamlet. Mother, you have my father much offended.

213 III, 4, 2396
  • Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
  • Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
  • Gertrude. Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.

    Hamlet. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.

214 III, 4, 2398
  • What's the matter now?
  • What's the matter now?
  • Gertrude. Why, how now, Hamlet?

    Hamlet. What's the matter now?

215 III, 4, 2400
  • No, by the rood, not so!
    You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, <...
  • No, by the rood, not so!
    You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,
    And (would it were not so!) you are my mother.
  • Gertrude. Have you forgot me?

    Hamlet. No, by the rood, not so!
    You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife,
    And (would it were not so!) you are my mother.

216 III, 4, 2404
  • Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge;
    You go not till I set you...
  • Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge;
    You go not till I set you up a glass
    Where you may see the inmost part of you.
  • Gertrude. Nay, then I'll set those to you that can speak.

    Hamlet. Come, come, and sit you down. You shall not budge;
    You go not till I set you up a glass
    Where you may see the inmost part of you.

217 III, 4, 2410
  • [draws] How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
  • [draws] How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!
  • Polonius. [behind] What, ho! help, help, help!

    Hamlet. [draws] How now? a rat? Dead for a ducat, dead!

218 III, 4, 2414
  • Nay, I know not. Is it the King?
  • Nay, I know not. Is it the King?
  • Gertrude. O me, what hast thou done?

    Hamlet. Nay, I know not. Is it the King?

219 III, 4, 2416
  • A bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother,
    As kill a king, and marry with hi...
  • A bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother,
    As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
  • Gertrude. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!

    Hamlet. A bloody deed- almost as bad, good mother,
    As kill a king, and marry with his brother.

220 III, 4, 2419
  • Ay, lady, it was my word.
    [Lifts up the arras and sees Polonius.]
    Thou w...
  • Ay, lady, it was my word.
    [Lifts up the arras and sees Polonius.]
    Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
    I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.
    Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
    Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! sit you down
    And let me wring your heart; for so I shall
    If it be made of penetrable stuff;
    If damned custom have not braz'd it so
    That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
  • Gertrude. As kill a king?

    Hamlet. Ay, lady, it was my word.
    [Lifts up the arras and sees Polonius.]
    Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
    I took thee for thy better. Take thy fortune.
    Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
    Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! sit you down
    And let me wring your heart; for so I shall
    If it be made of penetrable stuff;
    If damned custom have not braz'd it so
    That it is proof and bulwark against sense.

221 III, 4, 2431
  • Such an act
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
    Calls virtue hypo...
  • Such an act
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
    Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
    From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
    And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
    As false as dicers' oaths. O, such a deed
    As from the body of contraction plucks
    The very soul, and sweet religion makes
    A rhapsody of words! Heaven's face doth glow;
    Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
    With tristful visage, as against the doom,
    Is thought-sick at the act.
  • Gertrude. What have I done that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
    In noise so rude against me?

    Hamlet. Such an act
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
    Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
    From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
    And sets a blister there; makes marriage vows
    As false as dicers' oaths. O, such a deed
    As from the body of contraction plucks
    The very soul, and sweet religion makes
    A rhapsody of words! Heaven's face doth glow;
    Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
    With tristful visage, as against the doom,
    Is thought-sick at the act.

222 III, 4, 2445
  • Look here upon th's picture, and on this,
    The counterfeit presentment of two...
  • Look here upon th's picture, and on this,
    The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
    See what a grace was seated on this brow;
    Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
    A station like the herald Mercury
    New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill:
    A combination and a form indeed
    Where every god did seem to set his seal
    To give the world assurance of a man.
    This was your husband. Look you now what follows.
    Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear
    Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
    Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
    And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes
    You cannot call it love; for at your age
    The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
    And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
    Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,
    Else could you not have motion; but sure that sense
    Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
    Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd
    But it reserv'd some quantity of choice
    To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
    That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
    Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
    Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
    Or but a sickly part of one true sense
    Could not so mope.
    O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
    To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
    And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
    When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
    Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
    And reason panders will.
  • Gertrude. Ah me, what act,
    That roars so loud and thunders in the index?

    Hamlet. Look here upon th's picture, and on this,
    The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
    See what a grace was seated on this brow;
    Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
    A station like the herald Mercury
    New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill:
    A combination and a form indeed
    Where every god did seem to set his seal
    To give the world assurance of a man.
    This was your husband. Look you now what follows.
    Here is your husband, like a mildew'd ear
    Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
    Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
    And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes
    You cannot call it love; for at your age
    The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble,
    And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment
    Would step from this to this? Sense sure you have,
    Else could you not have motion; but sure that sense
    Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
    Nor sense to ecstacy was ne'er so thrall'd
    But it reserv'd some quantity of choice
    To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
    That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
    Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
    Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
    Or but a sickly part of one true sense
    Could not so mope.
    O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
    To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
    And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame
    When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
    Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
    And reason panders will.

223 III, 4, 2485
  • Nay, but to live
    In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
    Stew'd in corrupt...
  • Nay, but to live
    In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
    Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
    Over the nasty sty!
  • Gertrude. O Hamlet, speak no more!
    Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul,
    And there I see such black and grained spots
    As will not leave their tinct.

    Hamlet. Nay, but to live
    In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
    Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
    Over the nasty sty!

224 III, 4, 2492
  • A murtherer and a villain!
    A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
    ...
  • A murtherer and a villain!
    A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
    Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
    A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
    That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
    And put it in his pocket!
  • Gertrude. O, speak to me no more!
    These words like daggers enter in mine ears.
    No more, sweet Hamlet!

    Hamlet. A murtherer and a villain!
    A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
    Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
    A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
    That from a shelf the precious diadem stole
    And put it in his pocket!

225 III, 4, 2500
  • A king of shreds and patches!-
    Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
  • A king of shreds and patches!-
    Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
    You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
  • (stage directions). Enter the Ghost in his nightgown.

    Hamlet. A king of shreds and patches!-
    Save me and hover o'er me with your wings,
    You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?

226 III, 4, 2504
  • Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
    That, laps'd in time and passion, l...
  • Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
    That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
    Th' important acting of your dread command?
    O, say!
  • Gertrude. Alas, he's mad!

    Hamlet. Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
    That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
    Th' important acting of your dread command?
    O, say!

227 III, 4, 2514
  • How is it with you, lady?
  • How is it with you, lady?
  • Father's Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation
    Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
    But look, amazement on thy mother sits.
    O, step between her and her fighting soul
    Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
    Speak to her, Hamlet.

    Hamlet. How is it with you, lady?

228 III, 4, 2524
  • On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
    His form and cause conjoin'd, p...
  • On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
    His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
    Would make them capable.- Do not look upon me,
    Lest with this piteous action you convert
    My stern effects. Then what I have to do
    Will want true colour- tears perchance for blood.
  • Gertrude. Alas, how is't with you,
    That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
    And with th' encorporal air do hold discourse?
    Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
    And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,
    Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements,
    Start up and stand an end. O gentle son,
    Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
    Sprinkle cool patience! Whereon do you look?

    Hamlet. On him, on him! Look you how pale he glares!
    His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
    Would make them capable.- Do not look upon me,
    Lest with this piteous action you convert
    My stern effects. Then what I have to do
    Will want true colour- tears perchance for blood.

229 III, 4, 2531
  • Do you see nothing there?
  • Do you see nothing there?
  • Gertrude. To whom do you speak this?

    Hamlet. Do you see nothing there?

230 III, 4, 2533
  • Nor did you nothing hear?
  • Nor did you nothing hear?
  • Gertrude. Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.

    Hamlet. Nor did you nothing hear?

231 III, 4, 2535
  • Why, look you there! Look how it steals away!
    My father, in his habit as he...
  • Why, look you there! Look how it steals away!
    My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
    Look where he goes even now out at the portal!
  • Gertrude. No, nothing but ourselves.

    Hamlet. Why, look you there! Look how it steals away!
    My father, in his habit as he liv'd!
    Look where he goes even now out at the portal!

232 III, 4, 2542
  • Ecstasy?
    My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
    And makes as healt...
  • Ecstasy?
    My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
    And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
    That I have utt'red. Bring me to the test,
    And I the matter will reword; which madness
    Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
    Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
    That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
    It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
    Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
    Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
    Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
    And do not spread the compost on the weeds
    To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
    For in the fatness of these pursy times
    Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg-
    Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
  • Gertrude. This is the very coinage of your brain.
    This bodiless creation ecstasy
    Is very cunning in.

    Hamlet. Ecstasy?
    My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
    And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
    That I have utt'red. Bring me to the test,
    And I the matter will reword; which madness
    Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
    Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
    That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
    It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
    Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
    Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
    Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
    And do not spread the compost on the weeds
    To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
    For in the fatness of these pursy times
    Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg-
    Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

233 III, 4, 2560
  • O, throw away the worser part of it,
    And live the purer with the other half,...
  • O, throw away the worser part of it,
    And live the purer with the other half,
    Good night- but go not to my uncle's bed.
    Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
    That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
    Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,
    That to the use of actions fair and good
    He likewise gives a frock or livery,
    That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
    And that shall lend a kind of easiness
    To the next abstinence; the next more easy;
    For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
    And either [master] the devil, or throw him out
    With wondrous potency. Once more, good night;
    And when you are desirous to be blest,
    I'll blessing beg of you.- For this same lord,
    I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so,
    To punish me with this, and this with me,
    That I must be their scourge and minister.
    I will bestow him, and will answer well
    The death I gave him. So again, good night.
    I must be cruel, only to be kind;
    Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
    One word more, good lady.
  • Gertrude. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.

    Hamlet. O, throw away the worser part of it,
    And live the purer with the other half,
    Good night- but go not to my uncle's bed.
    Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
    That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
    Of habits evil, is angel yet in this,
    That to the use of actions fair and good
    He likewise gives a frock or livery,
    That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
    And that shall lend a kind of easiness
    To the next abstinence; the next more easy;
    For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
    And either [master] the devil, or throw him out
    With wondrous potency. Once more, good night;
    And when you are desirous to be blest,
    I'll blessing beg of you.- For this same lord,
    I do repent; but heaven hath pleas'd it so,
    To punish me with this, and this with me,
    That I must be their scourge and minister.
    I will bestow him, and will answer well
    The death I gave him. So again, good night.
    I must be cruel, only to be kind;
    Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
    One word more, good lady.

234 III, 4, 2585
  • Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
    Let the bloat King tempt you again...
  • Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
    Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed;
    Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
    And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
    Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
    Make you to ravel all this matter out,
    That I essentially am not in madness,
    But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
    For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
    Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib
    Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
    No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
    Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
    Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
    To try conclusions, in the basket creep
    And break your own neck down.
  • Gertrude. What shall I do?

    Hamlet. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
    Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed;
    Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
    And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
    Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
    Make you to ravel all this matter out,
    That I essentially am not in madness,
    But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
    For who that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
    Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib
    Such dear concernings hide? Who would do so?
    No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
    Unpeg the basket on the house's top,
    Let the birds fly, and like the famous ape,
    To try conclusions, in the basket creep
    And break your own neck down.

235 III, 4, 2604
  • I must to England; you know that?
  • I must to England; you know that?
  • Gertrude. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
    And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
    What thou hast said to me.

    Hamlet. I must to England; you know that?

236 III, 4, 2607
  • There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
    Whom I will trust as I wil...
  • There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
    Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
    They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
    And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
    For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
    Hoist with his own petar; and 't shall go hard
    But I will delve one yard below their mines
    And blow them at the moon. O, 'tis most sweet
    When in one line two crafts directly meet.
    This man shall set me packing.
    I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.-
    Mother, good night.- Indeed, this counsellor
    Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
    Who was in life a foolish peating knave.
    Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
    Good night, mother.
  • Gertrude. Alack,
    I had forgot! 'Tis so concluded on.

    Hamlet. There's letters seal'd; and my two schoolfellows,
    Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
    They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
    And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
    For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
    Hoist with his own petar; and 't shall go hard
    But I will delve one yard below their mines
    And blow them at the moon. O, 'tis most sweet
    When in one line two crafts directly meet.
    This man shall set me packing.
    I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.-
    Mother, good night.- Indeed, this counsellor
    Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
    Who was in life a foolish peating knave.
    Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
    Good night, mother.

237 IV, 2, 2677
  • Safely stow'd.
  • Safely stow'd.
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet.

    Hamlet. Safely stow'd.

238 IV, 2, 2679
  • But soft! What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they
  • But soft! What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they
  • Gentlemen. [within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!

    Hamlet. But soft! What noise? Who calls on Hamlet? O, here they

239 IV, 2, 2683
  • Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
  • Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
  • Rosencrantz. What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?

    Hamlet. Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.

240 IV, 2, 2686
  • Do not believe it.
  • Do not believe it.
  • Rosencrantz. Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
    And bear it to the chapel.

    Hamlet. Do not believe it.

241 IV, 2, 2688
  • That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be
    demanded of a...
  • That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be
    demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son
    of a king?
  • Rosencrantz. Believe what?

    Hamlet. That I can keep your counsel, and not mine own. Besides, to be
    demanded of a sponge, what replication should be made by the son
    of a king?

242 IV, 2, 2692
  • Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards,
    his authorities...
  • Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards,
    his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in
    the end. He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw;
    first mouth'd, to be last swallowed. When he needs what you have
    glean'd, it is but squeezing you and, sponge, you shall be dry
    again.
  • Rosencrantz. Take you me for a sponge, my lord?

    Hamlet. Ay, sir; that soaks up the King's countenance, his rewards,
    his authorities. But such officers do the King best service in
    the end. He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw;
    first mouth'd, to be last swallowed. When he needs what you have
    glean'd, it is but squeezing you and, sponge, you shall be dry
    again.

243 IV, 2, 2699
  • I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
  • I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
  • Rosencrantz. I understand you not, my lord.

    Hamlet. I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

244 IV, 2, 2702
  • The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.
    The King is a...
  • The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.
    The King is a thing-
  • Rosencrantz. My lord, you must tell us where the body is and go with us to
    the King.

    Hamlet. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body.
    The King is a thing-

245 IV, 2, 2705
  • Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
  • Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
  • Guildenstern. A thing, my lord?

    Hamlet. Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.

246 IV, 3, 2729
  • At supper.
  • At supper.
  • Claudius. Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?

    Hamlet. At supper.

247 IV, 3, 2731
  • Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
    convocation of politic w...
  • Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
    convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your
    only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and
    we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar
    is but variable service- two dishes, but to one table. That's the
    end.
  • Claudius. At supper? Where?

    Hamlet. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain
    convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your
    only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and
    we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar
    is but variable service- two dishes, but to one table. That's the
    end.

248 IV, 3, 2738
  • A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat
    of the fish th...
  • A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat
    of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
  • Claudius. Alas, alas!

    Hamlet. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat
    of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

249 IV, 3, 2741
  • Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through
    the guts of a b...
  • Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through
    the guts of a beggar.
  • Claudius. What dost thou mean by this?

    Hamlet. Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through
    the guts of a beggar.

250 IV, 3, 2744
  • In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not
    there, seek h...
  • In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not
    there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But indeed, if you
    find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up
    the stair, into the lobby.
  • Claudius. Where is Polonius?

    Hamlet. In heaven. Send thither to see. If your messenger find him not
    there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But indeed, if you
    find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up
    the stair, into the lobby.

251 IV, 3, 2749
  • He will stay till you come.
  • He will stay till you come.
  • Claudius. Go seek him there. [To Attendants.]

    Hamlet. He will stay till you come.

252 IV, 3, 2758
  • For England?
  • For England?
  • Claudius. Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,-
    Which we do tender as we dearly grieve
    For that which thou hast done,- must send thee hence
    With fiery quickness. Therefore prepare thyself.
    The bark is ready and the wind at help,
    Th' associates tend, and everything is bent
    For England.

    Hamlet. For England?

253 IV, 3, 2760
  • Good.
  • Good.
  • Claudius. Ay, Hamlet.

    Hamlet. Good.

254 IV, 3, 2762
  • I see a cherub that sees them. But come, for England!
    Farewell, dear mother....
  • I see a cherub that sees them. But come, for England!
    Farewell, dear mother.
  • Claudius. So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.

    Hamlet. I see a cherub that sees them. But come, for England!
    Farewell, dear mother.

255 IV, 3, 2765
  • My mother! Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is
    one flesh; and...
  • My mother! Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is
    one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!
  • Claudius. Thy loving father, Hamlet.

    Hamlet. My mother! Father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is
    one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!

256 IV, 4, 2796
  • Good sir, whose powers are these?
  • Good sir, whose powers are these?
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet, Rosencrantz, [Guildenstern,] and others.

    Hamlet. Good sir, whose powers are these?

257 IV, 4, 2798
  • How purpos'd, sir, I pray you?
  • How purpos'd, sir, I pray you?
  • Norwegian Captain. They are of Norway, sir.

    Hamlet. How purpos'd, sir, I pray you?

258 IV, 4, 2800
  • Who commands them, sir?
  • Who commands them, sir?
  • Norwegian Captain. Against some part of Poland.

    Hamlet. Who commands them, sir?

259 IV, 4, 2802
  • Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
    Or for some frontier?
  • Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
    Or for some frontier?
  • Norwegian Captain. The nephew to old Norway, Fortinbras.

    Hamlet. Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
    Or for some frontier?

260 IV, 4, 2810
  • Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
  • Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
  • Norwegian Captain. Truly to speak, and with no addition,
    We go to gain a little patch of ground
    That hath in it no profit but the name.
    To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
    Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
    A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.

    Hamlet. Why, then the Polack never will defend it.

261 IV, 4, 2812
  • Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
    Will not debate the question o...
  • Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
    Will not debate the question of this straw.
    This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace,
    That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
    Why the man dies.- I humbly thank you, sir.
  • Norwegian Captain. Yes, it is already garrison'd.

    Hamlet. Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
    Will not debate the question of this straw.
    This is th' imposthume of much wealth and peace,
    That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
    Why the man dies.- I humbly thank you, sir.

262 IV, 4, 2819
  • I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.
    [Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
  • I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.
    [Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
    How all occasions do inform against me
    And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
    If his chief good and market of his time
    Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
    Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and godlike reason
    To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
    Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
    Of thinking too precisely on th' event,-
    A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
    And ever three parts coward,- I do not know
    Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do,'
    Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
    To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me.
    Witness this army of such mass and charge,
    Led by a delicate and tender prince,
    Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,
    Makes mouths at the invisible event,
    Exposing what is mortal and unsure
    To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
    Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
    Is not to stir without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
    When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
    That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
    Excitements of my reason and my blood,
    And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
    The imminent death of twenty thousand men
    That for a fantasy and trick of fame
    Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
    Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
    Which is not tomb enough and continent
    To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
    My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Exit.
  • Rosencrantz. Will't please you go, my lord?

    Hamlet. I'll be with you straight. Go a little before.
    [Exeunt all but Hamlet.]
    How all occasions do inform against me
    And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
    If his chief good and market of his time
    Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
    Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and godlike reason
    To fust in us unus'd. Now, whether it be
    Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
    Of thinking too precisely on th' event,-
    A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
    And ever three parts coward,- I do not know
    Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do,'
    Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means
    To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me.
    Witness this army of such mass and charge,
    Led by a delicate and tender prince,
    Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd,
    Makes mouths at the invisible event,
    Exposing what is mortal and unsure
    To all that fortune, death, and danger dare,
    Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great
    Is not to stir without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
    When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
    That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
    Excitements of my reason and my blood,
    And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
    The imminent death of twenty thousand men
    That for a fantasy and trick of fame
    Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
    Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
    Which is not tomb enough and continent
    To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
    My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Exit.

263 V, 1, 3407
  • Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
    grave-making?
  • Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
    grave-making?
  • First Clown. In youth when I did love, did love,
    Methought it was very sweet;
    To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove,
    O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet.

    Hamlet. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at
    grave-making?

264 V, 1, 3410
  • 'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier
    sense.
  • 'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier
    sense.
  • Horatio. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

    Hamlet. 'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier
    sense.

265 V, 1, 3418
  • That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
    knave jowls it t...
  • That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
    knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that
    did the first murther! This might be the pate of a Politician,
    which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God,
    might it not?
  • (stage directions). [Throws up a skull.]

    Hamlet. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the
    knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that
    did the first murther! This might be the pate of a Politician,
    which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God,
    might it not?

266 V, 1, 3424
  • Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!
    How dost thou, g...
  • Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!
    How dost thou, good lord?' This might be my Lord Such-a-one, that
    prais'd my Lord Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it- might
    it not?
  • Horatio. It might, my lord.

    Hamlet. Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!
    How dost thou, good lord?' This might be my Lord Such-a-one, that
    prais'd my Lord Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it- might
    it not?

267 V, 1, 3429
  • Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd
    about the mazzar...
  • Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd
    about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution,
    and we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the
    breeding but to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think
    on't.
  • Horatio. Ay, my lord.

    Hamlet. Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd
    about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution,
    and we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the
    breeding but to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think
    on't.

268 V, 1, 3440
  • There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
    Where be his qui...
  • There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
    Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures,
    and his tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock
    him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him
    of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a
    great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his
    fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of
    his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
    pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of
    his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth
    of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will
    scarcely lie in this box; and must th' inheritor himself have no
    more, ha?
  • First Clown. [Sings]
    A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,
    For and a shrouding sheet;
    O, a Pit of clay for to be made
    For such a guest is meet.
    Throws up [another skull].

    Hamlet. There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?
    Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures,
    and his tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock
    him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him
    of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a
    great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his
    fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of
    his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine
    pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of
    his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth
    of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will
    scarcely lie in this box; and must th' inheritor himself have no
    more, ha?

269 V, 1, 3454
  • Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
  • Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
  • Horatio. Not a jot more, my lord.

    Hamlet. Is not parchment made of sheepskins?

270 V, 1, 3456
  • They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I
    will speak to...
  • They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I
    will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's this, sirrah?
  • Horatio. Ay, my lord, And of calveskins too.

    Hamlet. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I
    will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's this, sirrah?

271 V, 1, 3461
  • I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
  • I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.
  • First Clown. Mine, sir.
    [Sings] O, a pit of clay for to be made
    For such a guest is meet.

    Hamlet. I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.

272 V, 1, 3464
  • Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for
    the dead, not f...
  • Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for
    the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.
  • First Clown. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours.
    For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.

    Hamlet. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for
    the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

273 V, 1, 3467
  • What man dost thou dig it for?
  • What man dost thou dig it for?
  • First Clown. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me to you.

    Hamlet. What man dost thou dig it for?

274 V, 1, 3469
  • What woman then?
  • What woman then?
  • First Clown. For no man, sir.

    Hamlet. What woman then?

275 V, 1, 3471
  • Who is to be buried in't?
  • Who is to be buried in't?
  • First Clown. For none neither.

    Hamlet. Who is to be buried in't?

276 V, 1, 3473
  • How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
    equivocation will u...
  • How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
    equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three years
    I have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe
    of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls
    his kibe.- How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
  • First Clown. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

    Hamlet. How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or
    equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three years
    I have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe
    of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls
    his kibe.- How long hast thou been a grave-maker?

277 V, 1, 3480
  • How long is that since?
  • How long is that since?
  • First Clown. Of all the days i' th' year, I came to't that day that our
    last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.

    Hamlet. How long is that since?

278 V, 1, 3484
  • Ay, marry, why was be sent into England?
  • Ay, marry, why was be sent into England?
  • First Clown. Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the
    very day that young Hamlet was born- he that is mad, and sent
    into England.

    Hamlet. Ay, marry, why was be sent into England?

279 V, 1, 3487
  • Why?
  • Why?
  • First Clown. Why, because 'a was mad. 'A shall recover his wits there;
    or, if 'a do not, 'tis no great matter there.

    Hamlet. Why?

280 V, 1, 3490
  • How came he mad?
  • How came he mad?
  • First Clown. 'Twill not he seen in him there. There the men are as mad as
    he.

    Hamlet. How came he mad?

281 V, 1, 3492
  • How strangely?
  • How strangely?
  • First Clown. Very strangely, they say.

    Hamlet. How strangely?

282 V, 1, 3494
  • Upon what ground?
  • Upon what ground?
  • First Clown. Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

    Hamlet. Upon what ground?

283 V, 1, 3497
  • How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot?
  • How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot?
  • First Clown. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy
    thirty years.

    Hamlet. How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot?

284 V, 1, 3502
  • Why he more than another?
  • Why he more than another?
  • First Clown. Faith, if 'a be not rotten before 'a die (as we have many
    pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in, I
    will last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last
    you nine year.

    Hamlet. Why he more than another?

285 V, 1, 3507
  • Whose was it?
  • Whose was it?
  • First Clown. Why, sir, his hide is so tann'd with his trade that 'a will
    keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of
    your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now. This skull hath lien
    you i' th' earth three-and-twenty years.

    Hamlet. Whose was it?

286 V, 1, 3509
  • Nay, I know not.
  • Nay, I know not.
  • First Clown. A whoreson, mad fellow's it was. Whose do you think it was?

    Hamlet. Nay, I know not.

287 V, 1, 3513
  • This?
  • This?
  • First Clown. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A pour'd a flagon of
    Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's
    skull, the King's jester.

    Hamlet. This?

288 V, 1, 3515
  • Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
    Horatio. A fe...
  • Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
    Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He
    hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred
    in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those
    lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
    now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that
    were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your
    own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's
    chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this
    favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio,
    tell me one thing.
  • First Clown. E'en that.

    Hamlet. Let me see. [Takes the skull.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,
    Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He
    hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred
    in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those
    lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes
    now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that
    were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your
    own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's
    chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this
    favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio,
    tell me one thing.

289 V, 1, 3527
  • Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth?
  • Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth?
  • Horatio. What's that, my lord?

    Hamlet. Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth?

290 V, 1, 3529
  • And smelt so? Pah!
  • And smelt so? Pah!
  • Horatio. E'en so.

    Hamlet. And smelt so? Pah!

291 V, 1, 3532
  • To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
    imagination trace the...
  • To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
    imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it
    stopping a bunghole?
  • Horatio. E'en so, my lord.

    Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not
    imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it
    stopping a bunghole?

292 V, 1, 3536
  • No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty
    enough, and lik...
  • No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty
    enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died,
    Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is
    earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam (whereto he
    was converted) might they not stop a beer barrel?
    Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
    Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
    O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
    Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
    But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King-
    Enter [priests with] a coffin [in funeral procession], King,
    [Queen, Laertes, with Lords attendant.]
    The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow?
    And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
    The corse they follow did with desp'rate hand
    Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate.
    Couch we awhile, and mark.
  • Horatio. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.

    Hamlet. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty
    enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died,
    Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is
    earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam (whereto he
    was converted) might they not stop a beer barrel?
    Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
    Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
    O, that that earth which kept the world in awe
    Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!
    But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King-
    Enter [priests with] a coffin [in funeral procession], King,
    [Queen, Laertes, with Lords attendant.]
    The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow?
    And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken
    The corse they follow did with desp'rate hand
    Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate.
    Couch we awhile, and mark.

293 V, 1, 3555
  • That is Laertes,
    A very noble youth. Mark.
  • That is Laertes,
    A very noble youth. Mark.
  • Laertes. What ceremony else?

    Hamlet. That is Laertes,
    A very noble youth. Mark.

294 V, 1, 3577
  • What, the fair Ophelia?
  • What, the fair Ophelia?
  • Laertes. Lay her i' th' earth;
    And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
    May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
    A minist'ring angel shall my sister be
    When thou liest howling.

    Hamlet. What, the fair Ophelia?

295 V, 1, 3593
  • [comes forward] What is he whose grief
    Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase...
  • [comes forward] What is he whose grief
    Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
    Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
    Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
    Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps in after Laertes.]
  • Laertes. O, treble woe
    Fall ten times treble on that cursed head
    Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense
    Depriv'd thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,
    Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.
    [Leaps in the grave.]
    Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead
    Till of this flat a mountain you have made
    T' o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head
    Of blue Olympus.

    Hamlet. [comes forward] What is he whose grief
    Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
    Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
    Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
    Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps in after Laertes.]

296 V, 1, 3600
  • Thou pray'st not well.
    I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
    For, t...
  • Thou pray'st not well.
    I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
    For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
    Yet have I in me something dangerous,
    Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!
  • (stage directions). [Grapples with him.]

    Hamlet. Thou pray'st not well.
    I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;
    For, though I am not splenitive and rash,
    Yet have I in me something dangerous,
    Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!

297 V, 1, 3610
  • Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
    Until my eyelids will no longer w...
  • Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
    Until my eyelids will no longer wag.
  • (stage directions). [The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]

    Hamlet. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme
    Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

298 V, 1, 3613
  • I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
    Could not (with all their quantity...
  • I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
    Could not (with all their quantity of love)
    Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?
  • Gertrude. O my son, what theme?

    Hamlet. I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers
    Could not (with all their quantity of love)
    Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

299 V, 1, 3618
  • 'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
    Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't...
  • 'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
    Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
    Woo't drink up esill? eat a crocodile?
    I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
    To outface me with leaping in her grave?
    Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
    And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
    Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
    Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
    Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
    I'll rant as well as thou.
  • Gertrude. For love of God, forbear him!

    Hamlet. 'Swounds, show me what thou't do.
    Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?
    Woo't drink up esill? eat a crocodile?
    I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?
    To outface me with leaping in her grave?
    Be buried quick with her, and so will I.
    And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw
    Millions of acres on us, till our ground,
    Singeing his pate against the burning zone,
    Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,
    I'll rant as well as thou.

300 V, 1, 3634
  • Hear you, sir!
    What is the reason that you use me thus?
    I lov'd you ever...
  • Hear you, sir!
    What is the reason that you use me thus?
    I lov'd you ever. But it is no matter.
    Let Hercules himself do what he may,
    The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
  • Gertrude. This is mere madness;
    And thus a while the fit will work on him.
    Anon, as patient as the female dove
    When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,
    His silence will sit drooping.

    Hamlet. Hear you, sir!
    What is the reason that you use me thus?
    I lov'd you ever. But it is no matter.
    Let Hercules himself do what he may,
    The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

301 V, 2, 3650
  • So much for this, sir; now shall you see the other.
    You do remember all the...
  • So much for this, sir; now shall you see the other.
    You do remember all the circumstance?
  • (stage directions). Enter Hamlet and Horatio.

    Hamlet. So much for this, sir; now shall you see the other.
    You do remember all the circumstance?

302 V, 2, 3653
  • Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
    That would not let me sleep. M...
  • Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
    That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
    Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly-
    And prais'd be rashness for it; let us know,
    Our indiscretion sometime serves us well
    When our deep plots do pall; and that should learn us
    There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
    Rough-hew them how we will-
  • Horatio. Remember it, my lord!

    Hamlet. Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
    That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
    Worse than the mutinies in the bilboes. Rashly-
    And prais'd be rashness for it; let us know,
    Our indiscretion sometime serves us well
    When our deep plots do pall; and that should learn us
    There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
    Rough-hew them how we will-

303 V, 2, 3662
  • Up from my cabin,
    My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
    Grop'd I to...
  • Up from my cabin,
    My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
    Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire,
    Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
    To mine own room again; making so bold
    (My fears forgetting manners) to unseal
    Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio
    (O royal knavery!), an exact command,
    Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
    Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
    With, hoo! such bugs and goblins in my life-
    That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
    No, not to stay the finding of the axe,
    My head should be struck off.
  • Horatio. That is most certain.

    Hamlet. Up from my cabin,
    My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
    Grop'd I to find out them; had my desire,
    Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew
    To mine own room again; making so bold
    (My fears forgetting manners) to unseal
    Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio
    (O royal knavery!), an exact command,
    Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
    Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
    With, hoo! such bugs and goblins in my life-
    That, on the supervise, no leisure bated,
    No, not to stay the finding of the axe,
    My head should be struck off.

304 V, 2, 3677
  • Here's the commission; read it at more leisure.
    But wilt thou bear me how I...
  • Here's the commission; read it at more leisure.
    But wilt thou bear me how I did proceed?
  • Horatio. Is't possible?

    Hamlet. Here's the commission; read it at more leisure.
    But wilt thou bear me how I did proceed?

305 V, 2, 3680
  • Being thus benetted round with villanies,
    Or I could make a prologue to my b...
  • Being thus benetted round with villanies,
    Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
    They had begun the play. I sat me down;
    Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair.
    I once did hold it, as our statists do,
    A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
    How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
    It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know
    Th' effect of what I wrote?
  • Horatio. I beseech you.

    Hamlet. Being thus benetted round with villanies,
    Or I could make a prologue to my brains,
    They had begun the play. I sat me down;
    Devis'd a new commission; wrote it fair.
    I once did hold it, as our statists do,
    A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much
    How to forget that learning; but, sir, now
    It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know
    Th' effect of what I wrote?

306 V, 2, 3690
  • An earnest conjuration from the King,
    As England was his faithful tributary,...
  • An earnest conjuration from the King,
    As England was his faithful tributary,
    As love between them like the palm might flourish,
    As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
    And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
    And many such-like as's of great charge,
    That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
    Without debatement further, more or less,
    He should the bearers put to sudden death,
    Not shriving time allow'd.
  • Horatio. Ay, good my lord.

    Hamlet. An earnest conjuration from the King,
    As England was his faithful tributary,
    As love between them like the palm might flourish,
    As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
    And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
    And many such-like as's of great charge,
    That, on the view and knowing of these contents,
    Without debatement further, more or less,
    He should the bearers put to sudden death,
    Not shriving time allow'd.

307 V, 2, 3701
  • Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
    I had my father's signet in my purse,...
  • Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
    I had my father's signet in my purse,
    Which was the model of that Danish seal;
    Folded the writ up in the form of th' other,
    Subscrib'd it, gave't th' impression, plac'd it safely,
    The changeling never known. Now, the next day
    Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
    Thou know'st already.
  • Horatio. How was this seal'd?

    Hamlet. Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
    I had my father's signet in my purse,
    Which was the model of that Danish seal;
    Folded the writ up in the form of th' other,
    Subscrib'd it, gave't th' impression, plac'd it safely,
    The changeling never known. Now, the next day
    Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent
    Thou know'st already.

308 V, 2, 3710
  • Why, man, they did make love to this employment!
    They are not near my consci...
  • Why, man, they did make love to this employment!
    They are not near my conscience; their defeat
    Does by their own insinuation grow.
    'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
    Between the pass and fell incensed points
    Of mighty opposites.
  • Horatio. So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.

    Hamlet. Why, man, they did make love to this employment!
    They are not near my conscience; their defeat
    Does by their own insinuation grow.
    'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
    Between the pass and fell incensed points
    Of mighty opposites.

309 V, 2, 3717
  • Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon-
    He that hath kill'd my king,...
  • Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon-
    He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother;
    Popp'd in between th' election and my hopes;
    Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
    And with such coz'nage- is't not perfect conscience
    To quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damn'd
    To let this canker of our nature come
    In further evil?
  • Horatio. Why, what a king is this!

    Hamlet. Does it not, thinks't thee, stand me now upon-
    He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother;
    Popp'd in between th' election and my hopes;
    Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
    And with such coz'nage- is't not perfect conscience
    To quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damn'd
    To let this canker of our nature come
    In further evil?

310 V, 2, 3727
  • It will be short; the interim is mine,
    And a man's life is no more than to s...
  • It will be short; the interim is mine,
    And a man's life is no more than to say 'one.'
    But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
    That to Laertes I forgot myself,
    For by the image of my cause I see
    The portraiture of his. I'll court his favours.
    But sure the bravery of his grief did put me
    Into a tow'ring passion.
  • Horatio. It must be shortly known to him from England
    What is the issue of the business there.

    Hamlet. It will be short; the interim is mine,
    And a man's life is no more than to say 'one.'
    But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
    That to Laertes I forgot myself,
    For by the image of my cause I see
    The portraiture of his. I'll court his favours.
    But sure the bravery of his grief did put me
    Into a tow'ring passion.

311 V, 2, 3738
  • I humbly thank you, sir. [Aside to Horatio] Dost know this
    waterfly?
  • I humbly thank you, sir. [Aside to Horatio] Dost know this
    waterfly?
  • Osric. Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.

    Hamlet. I humbly thank you, sir. [Aside to Horatio] Dost know this
    waterfly?

312 V, 2, 3741
  • [aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
    vice to know h...
  • [aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
    vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile. Let a beast be
    lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess. 'Tis
    a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.
  • Horatio. [aside to Hamlet] No, my good lord.

    Hamlet. [aside to Horatio] Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a
    vice to know him. He hath much land, and fertile. Let a beast be
    lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at the king's mess. 'Tis
    a chough; but, as I say, spacious in the possession of dirt.

313 V, 2, 3747
  • I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your
    bonnet to his...
  • I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your
    bonnet to his right use. 'Tis for the head.
  • Osric. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart
    a thing to you from his Majesty.

    Hamlet. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit. Put your
    bonnet to his right use. 'Tis for the head.

314 V, 2, 3750
  • No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.
  • No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.
  • Osric. I thank your lordship, it is very hot.

    Hamlet. No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.

315 V, 2, 3752
  • But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
  • But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.
  • Osric. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.

    Hamlet. But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my complexion.

316 V, 2, 3756
  • I beseech you remember.
  • I beseech you remember.
  • Osric. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry, as 'twere- I cannot
    tell how. But, my lord, his Majesty bade me signify to you that
    he has laid a great wager on your head. Sir, this is the matter-

    Hamlet. I beseech you remember.

317 V, 2, 3764
  • Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; though, I
    know, to divide h...
  • Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; though, I
    know, to divide him inventorially would dozy th' arithmetic of
    memory, and yet but yaw neither in respect of his quick sail.
    But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great
    article, and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as, to make
    true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
  • Osric. Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. Sir, here is
    newly come to court Laertes; believe me, an absolute gentleman,
    full of most excellent differences, of very soft society and
    great showing. Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card
    or calendar of gentry; for you shall find in him the continent of
    what part a gentleman would see.

    Hamlet. Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; though, I
    know, to divide him inventorially would dozy th' arithmetic of
    memory, and yet but yaw neither in respect of his quick sail.
    But, in the verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of great
    article, and his infusion of such dearth and rareness as, to make
    true diction of him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.

318 V, 2, 3771
  • The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more
    rawer breath?...
  • The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more
    rawer breath?
  • Osric. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.

    Hamlet. The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the gentleman in our more
    rawer breath?

319 V, 2, 3776
  • What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
  • What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
  • Horatio. [aside to Hamlet] Is't not possible to understand in another
    tongue? You will do't, sir, really.

    Hamlet. What imports the nomination of this gentleman?

320 V, 2, 3780
  • Of him, sir.
  • Of him, sir.
  • Horatio. [aside] His purse is empty already. All's golden words are
    spent.

    Hamlet. Of him, sir.

321 V, 2, 3782
  • I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not
    much approve m...
  • I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not
    much approve me. Well, sir?
  • Osric. I know you are not ignorant-

    Hamlet. I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not
    much approve me. Well, sir?

322 V, 2, 3785
  • I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in
    excellence; but t...
  • I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in
    excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself.
  • Osric. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is-

    Hamlet. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in
    excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself.

323 V, 2, 3789
  • What's his weapon?
  • What's his weapon?
  • Osric. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him
    by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.

    Hamlet. What's his weapon?

324 V, 2, 3791
  • That's two of his weapons- but well.
  • That's two of his weapons- but well.
  • Osric. Rapier and dagger.

    Hamlet. That's two of his weapons- but well.

325 V, 2, 3798
  • What call you the carriages?
  • What call you the carriages?
  • Osric. The King, sir, hath wager'd with him six Barbary horses;
    against the which he has impon'd, as I take it, six French
    rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as girdle, hangers, and
    so. Three of the carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy,
    very responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, and of
    very liberal conceit.

    Hamlet. What call you the carriages?

326 V, 2, 3802
  • The phrase would be more germane to the matter if we could
    carry cannon by o...
  • The phrase would be more germane to the matter if we could
    carry cannon by our sides. I would it might be hangers till then.
    But on! Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their
    assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages: that's the French
    bet against the Danish. Why is this all impon'd, as you call it?
  • Osric. The carriages, sir, are the hangers.

    Hamlet. The phrase would be more germane to the matter if we could
    carry cannon by our sides. I would it might be hangers till then.
    But on! Six Barbary horses against six French swords, their
    assigns, and three liberal-conceited carriages: that's the French
    bet against the Danish. Why is this all impon'd, as you call it?

327 V, 2, 3811
  • How if I answer no?
  • How if I answer no?
  • Osric. The King, sir, hath laid that, in a dozen passes between
    yourself and him, he shall not exceed you three hits; he hath
    laid on twelve for nine, and it would come to immediate trial
    if your lordship would vouchsafe the answer.

    Hamlet. How if I answer no?

328 V, 2, 3813
  • Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty,
    it is the breat...
  • Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty,
    it is the breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be
    brought, the gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose,
    I will win for him if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my
    shame and the odd hits.
  • Osric. I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial.

    Hamlet. Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his Majesty,
    it is the breathing time of day with me. Let the foils be
    brought, the gentleman willing, and the King hold his purpose,
    I will win for him if I can; if not, I will gain nothing but my
    shame and the odd hits.

329 V, 2, 3819
  • To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will.
  • To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will.
  • Osric. Shall I redeliver you e'en so?

    Hamlet. To this effect, sir, after what flourish your nature will.

330 V, 2, 3821
  • Yours, yours. [Exit Osric.] He does well to commend it
    himself; there are no...
  • Yours, yours. [Exit Osric.] He does well to commend it
    himself; there are no tongues else for's turn.
  • Osric. I commend my duty to your lordship.

    Hamlet. Yours, yours. [Exit Osric.] He does well to commend it
    himself; there are no tongues else for's turn.

331 V, 2, 3824
  • He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. Thus has he,
    and many more o...
  • He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. Thus has he,
    and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes
    on, only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter-
    a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through and
    through the most fann'd and winnowed opinions; and do but blow
    them to their trial-the bubbles are out,
  • Horatio. This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

    Hamlet. He did comply with his dug before he suck'd it. Thus has he,
    and many more of the same bevy that I know the drossy age dotes
    on, only got the tune of the time and outward habit of encounter-
    a kind of yesty collection, which carries them through and
    through the most fann'd and winnowed opinions; and do but blow
    them to their trial-the bubbles are out,

332 V, 2, 3835
  • I am constant to my purposes; they follow the King's pleasure.
    If his fitnes...
  • I am constant to my purposes; they follow the King's pleasure.
    If his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now or whensoever, provided
    I be so able as now.
  • Lord. My lord, his Majesty commended him to you by young Osric, who
    brings back to him, that you attend him in the hall. He sends to
    know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you will
    take longer time.

    Hamlet. I am constant to my purposes; they follow the King's pleasure.
    If his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now or whensoever, provided
    I be so able as now.

333 V, 2, 3839
  • In happy time.
  • In happy time.
  • Lord. The King and Queen and all are coming down.

    Hamlet. In happy time.

334 V, 2, 3842
  • She well instructs me.
  • She well instructs me.
  • Lord. The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment to
    Laertes before you fall to play.

    Hamlet. She well instructs me.

335 V, 2, 3845
  • I do not think so. Since he went into France I have been in
    continual practi...
  • I do not think so. Since he went into France I have been in
    continual practice. I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not
    think how ill all's here about my heart. But it is no matter.
  • Horatio. You will lose this wager, my lord.

    Hamlet. I do not think so. Since he went into France I have been in
    continual practice. I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not
    think how ill all's here about my heart. But it is no matter.

336 V, 2, 3849
  • It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving as
    would perhaps trou...
  • It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving as
    would perhaps trouble a woman.
  • Horatio. Nay, good my lord--

    Hamlet. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gaingiving as
    would perhaps trouble a woman.

337 V, 2, 3853
  • Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in
    the fall of a sp...
  • Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in
    the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be
    not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come:
    the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves,
    what is't to leave betimes? Let be.
  • Horatio. If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their
    repair hither and say you are not fit.

    Hamlet. Not a whit, we defy augury; there's a special providence in
    the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be
    not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come:
    the readiness is all. Since no man knows aught of what he leaves,
    what is't to leave betimes? Let be.

338 V, 2, 3863
  • Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
    But pardon't, as you are a...
  • Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
    But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
    This presence knows,
    And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
    With sore distraction. What I have done
    That might your nature, honour, and exception
    Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
    Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet.
    If Hamlet from himself be taken away,
    And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
    Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
    Who does it, then? His madness. If't be so,
    Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
    His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
    Sir, in this audience,
    Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
    Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
    That I have shot my arrow o'er the house
    And hurt my brother.
  • (stage directions). [The King puts Laertes' hand into Hamlet's.]

    Hamlet. Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
    But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
    This presence knows,
    And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
    With sore distraction. What I have done
    That might your nature, honour, and exception
    Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
    Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet.
    If Hamlet from himself be taken away,
    And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
    Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
    Who does it, then? His madness. If't be so,
    Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd;
    His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
    Sir, in this audience,
    Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
    Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
    That I have shot my arrow o'er the house
    And hurt my brother.

339 V, 2, 3891
  • I embrace it freely,
    And will this brother's wager frankly play.
    Give us...
  • I embrace it freely,
    And will this brother's wager frankly play.
    Give us the foils. Come on.
  • Laertes. I am satisfied in nature,
    Whose motive in this case should stir me most
    To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
    I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
    Till by some elder masters of known honour
    I have a voice and precedent of peace
    To keep my name ungor'd. But till that time
    I do receive your offer'd love like love,
    And will not wrong it.

    Hamlet. I embrace it freely,
    And will this brother's wager frankly play.
    Give us the foils. Come on.

340 V, 2, 3895
  • I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
    Your skill shall, like a star...
  • I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
    Your skill shall, like a star i' th' darkest night,
    Stick fiery off indeed.
  • Laertes. Come, one for me.

    Hamlet. I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
    Your skill shall, like a star i' th' darkest night,
    Stick fiery off indeed.

341 V, 2, 3899
  • No, by this hand.
  • No, by this hand.
  • Laertes. You mock me, sir.

    Hamlet. No, by this hand.

342 V, 2, 3902
  • Very well, my lord.
    Your Grace has laid the odds o' th' weaker side.
  • Very well, my lord.
    Your Grace has laid the odds o' th' weaker side.
  • Claudius. Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet,
    You know the wager?

    Hamlet. Very well, my lord.
    Your Grace has laid the odds o' th' weaker side.

343 V, 2, 3907
  • This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
  • This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
  • Laertes. This is too heavy; let me see another.

    Hamlet. This likes me well. These foils have all a length?

344 V, 2, 3923
  • Come on, sir.
  • Come on, sir.
  • Claudius. Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
    If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
    Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
    Let all the battlements their ordnance fire;
    The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
    And in the cup an union shall he throw
    Richer than that which four successive kings
    In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups;
    And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
    The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
    The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
    'Now the King drinks to Hamlet.' Come, begin.
    And you the judges, bear a wary eye.

    Hamlet. Come on, sir.

345 V, 2, 3925
  • One.
  • One.
  • Laertes. Come, my lord. They play.

    Hamlet. One.

346 V, 2, 3927
  • Judgment!
  • Judgment!
  • Laertes. No.

    Hamlet. Judgment!

347 V, 2, 3934
  • I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
    Come. [They play.] Another hit....
  • I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
    Come. [They play.] Another hit. What say you?
  • Claudius. Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;
    Here's to thy health.
    [Drum; trumpets sound; a piece goes off [within].]
    Give him the cup.

    Hamlet. I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
    Come. [They play.] Another hit. What say you?

348 V, 2, 3941
  • Good madam!
  • Good madam!
  • Gertrude. He's fat, and scant of breath.
    Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows.
    The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

    Hamlet. Good madam!

349 V, 2, 3945
  • I dare not drink yet, madam; by-and-by.
  • I dare not drink yet, madam; by-and-by.
  • Claudius. [aside] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.

    Hamlet. I dare not drink yet, madam; by-and-by.

350 V, 2, 3950
  • Come for the third, Laertes! You but dally.
    Pray you pass with your best vio...
  • Come for the third, Laertes! You but dally.
    Pray you pass with your best violence;
    I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
  • Laertes. [aside] And yet it is almost against my conscience.

    Hamlet. Come for the third, Laertes! You but dally.
    Pray you pass with your best violence;
    I am afeard you make a wanton of me.

351 V, 2, 3958
  • Nay come! again! The Queen falls.
  • Nay come! again! The Queen falls.
  • Claudius. Part them! They are incens'd.

    Hamlet. Nay come! again! The Queen falls.

352 V, 2, 3963
  • How does the Queen?
  • How does the Queen?
  • Laertes. Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric.I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.

    Hamlet. How does the Queen?

353 V, 2, 3967
  • O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
    Treachery! Seek it out.
  • O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
    Treachery! Seek it out.
  • Gertrude. No, no! the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
    The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. [Dies.]

    Hamlet. O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd.
    Treachery! Seek it out.

354 V, 2, 3978
  • The point envenom'd too?
    Then, venom, to thy work. Hurts the King.
  • The point envenom'd too?
    Then, venom, to thy work. Hurts the King.
  • Laertes. It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain;
    No medicine in the world can do thee good.
    In thee there is not half an hour of life.
    The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
    Unbated and envenom'd. The foul practice
    Hath turn'd itself on me. Lo, here I lie,
    Never to rise again. Thy mother's poison'd.
    I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.

    Hamlet. The point envenom'd too?
    Then, venom, to thy work. Hurts the King.

355 V, 2, 3982
  • Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
    Drink off this potion! Is thy...
  • Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
    Drink off this potion! Is thy union here?
    Follow my mother. King dies.
  • Claudius. O, yet defend me, friends! I am but hurt.

    Hamlet. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous, damned Dane,
    Drink off this potion! Is thy union here?
    Follow my mother. King dies.

356 V, 2, 3990
  • Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
    I am dead, Horatio. Wretched que...
  • Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
    I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
    You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
    That are but mutes or audience to this act,
    Had I but time (as this fell sergeant, Death,
    Is strict in his arrest) O, I could tell you-
    But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
    Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright
    To the unsatisfied.
  • Laertes. He is justly serv'd.
    It is a poison temper'd by himself.
    Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
    Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
    Nor thine on me! Dies.

    Hamlet. Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
    I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!
    You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
    That are but mutes or audience to this act,
    Had I but time (as this fell sergeant, Death,
    Is strict in his arrest) O, I could tell you-
    But let it be. Horatio, I am dead;
    Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright
    To the unsatisfied.

357 V, 2, 4002
  • As th'art a man,
    Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha't.
    O good H...
  • As th'art a man,
    Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha't.
    O good Horatio, what a wounded name
    (Things standing thus unknown) shall live behind me!
    If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
    Absent thee from felicity awhile,
    And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
    To tell my story. [March afar off, and shot within.]
    What warlike noise is this?
  • Horatio. Never believe it.
    I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
    Here's yet some liquor left.

    Hamlet. As th'art a man,
    Give me the cup. Let go! By heaven, I'll ha't.
    O good Horatio, what a wounded name
    (Things standing thus unknown) shall live behind me!
    If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
    Absent thee from felicity awhile,
    And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
    To tell my story. [March afar off, and shot within.]
    What warlike noise is this?

358 V, 2, 4014
  • O, I die, Horatio!
    The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
    I cannot...
  • O, I die, Horatio!
    The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
    I cannot live to hear the news from England,
    But I do prophesy th' election lights
    On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
    So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less,
    Which have solicited- the rest is silence. Dies.
  • Osric. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
    To the ambassadors of England gives
    This warlike volley.

    Hamlet. O, I die, Horatio!
    The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
    I cannot live to hear the news from England,
    But I do prophesy th' election lights
    On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
    So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less,
    Which have solicited- the rest is silence. Dies.

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