{"id":223,"date":"2017-06-24T20:36:36","date_gmt":"2017-06-24T20:36:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/suny-geneseo-humanities1-1\/chapter\/hamlet-act-i\/"},"modified":"2017-07-10T19:54:49","modified_gmt":"2017-07-10T19:54:49","slug":"hamlet-act-i","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/suny-geneseo-humanities1-1\/chapter\/hamlet-act-i\/","title":{"raw":"Hamlet, Act I","rendered":"Hamlet, Act I"},"content":{"raw":"<h2>Dramatis Personae<\/h2>\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li><b>King Claudius<\/b>, Brother to the late King Hamlet<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Hamlet<\/b>, Prince of Denmark. Son of the late King Hamlet and Queen Gertrude<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Polonius<\/b>, father of Ophelia and Laertes, councillor to King Claudius<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Horatio<\/b>, friend to Hamlet<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Laertes<\/b>, son to Polonius<\/li>\r\n \t<li>Courtiers\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li><i>Voltimand<\/i><\/li>\r\n \t<li><i>Cornelius<\/i><\/li>\r\n \t<li><i>Rosencrantz<\/i><\/li>\r\n \t<li><i>Guildenstern<\/i><\/li>\r\n \t<li><i>Osric<\/i><\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<\/li>\r\n \t<li>A Gentleman<\/li>\r\n \t<li>A Priest<\/li>\r\n \t<li>Officers\r\n<ul>\r\n \t<li><i>Marcellus<\/i>, a soldier<\/li>\r\n \t<li><i>Bernardo<\/i>, a soldier<\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Francisco<\/b>, a soldier<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Reynaldo<\/b>, servant to Polonius<\/li>\r\n \t<li>Players<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Two Clowns<\/b>, grave-diggers<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Fortinbras<\/b>, prince of Norway<\/li>\r\n \t<li>A Captain in Fortinbras's army<\/li>\r\n \t<li>English Ambassadors to Denmark<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Queen Gertrude<\/b>, widow of King Hamlet, now married to Claudius<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Ophelia<\/b>, daughter to Polonius<\/li>\r\n \t<li><b>Lords<\/b>, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants<\/li>\r\n \t<li>Ghost of Hamlet's Father<\/li>\r\n<\/ul>\r\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_1._Elsinore._A_platform_before_the_castle.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 1. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.<\/span><\/h3>\r\n<i>FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Who's there?!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Long live the king!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Bernardo?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>He.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>You come most carefully upon your hour.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And I am sick at heart.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Have you had quiet guard?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Not a mouse stirring.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Well, good night.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who's there?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Friends to this ground.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>And liegemen to the Dane.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Give you good night.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O, farewell, honest soldier:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Who hath relieved you?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Bernardo has my place.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Give you good night.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exit<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Holla! Bernardo!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Say,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What, is Horatio there?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>A piece of him.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I have seen nothing.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And will not let belief take hold of him<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Therefore I have entreated him along<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With us to watch the minutes of this night;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That if again this apparition come,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>He may approve our eyes and speak to it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Tush, tush, 'twill not appear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Sit down awhile;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And let us once again assail your ears,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That are so fortified against our story<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What we have two nights seen.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Well, sit we down,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Last night of all,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>When yond same star that's westward from the pole<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Had made his course to illume that part of heaven<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The bell then beating one,--<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Enter Ghost<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>In the same figure, like the king that's dead.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It would be spoke to.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Question it, Horatio.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What art thou that usurp'st this time of night,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Together with that fair and warlike form<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In which the majesty of buried Denmark<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It is offended.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>See, it stalks away!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exit Ghost<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis gone, and will not answer.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Is not this something more than fantasy?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What think you on't?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Before my God, I might not this believe<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Without the sensible and true avouch<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of mine own eyes.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Is it not like the king?!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>As thou art to thyself:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Such was the very armour he had on<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>When he the ambitious Norway combated;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>He smote the steeled pole-axe on the ice.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis strange.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>In what particular thought to work I know not;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But in the gross and scope of my opinion,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This bodes some strange eruption to our state.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Why this same strict and most observant watch<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So nightly toils the subject of the land,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And foreign mart for implements of war;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Does not divide the Sunday from the week;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What might be toward, that this sweaty haste<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Who is't that can inform me?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>That can I;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Whose image even but now appear'd to us,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For so this side of our known world esteem'd him--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Well ratified by law and heraldry,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Against the which, a moiety competent<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Was gaged by our king; which had return'd<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To the inheritance of Fortinbras,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And carriage of the article design'd,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of unimproved mettle hot and full,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For food and diet, to some enterprise<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That hath a stomach in't; which is no other--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As it doth well appear unto our state--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But to recover of us, by strong hand<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So by his father lost: and this, I take it,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Is the main motive of our preparations,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The source of this our watch and the chief head<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of this post-haste and romage in the land.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I think it be no other but e'en so:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Well may it sort that this portentous figure<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Comes armed through our watch; so like the king<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That was and is the question of these wars.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In the most high and palmy state of Rome,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Disasters in the sun; and the moist star<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And even the like precurse of fierce events,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As harbingers preceding still the fates<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And prologue to the omen coming on,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Have heaven and earth together demonstrated<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Unto our climatures and countrymen.--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Re-enter Ghost<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Speak to me:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If there be any good thing to be done,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That may to thee do ease and grace to me,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Speak to me:<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Cock crows<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>If thou art privy to thy country's fate,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Shall I strike at it with my partisan?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Do, if it will not stand.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis here!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis here!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis gone!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exit Ghost<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>We do it wrong, being so majestical,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To offer it the show of violence;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For it is, as the air, invulnerable,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And our vain blows malicious mockery.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It was about to speak, when the cock crew.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>And then it started like a guilty thing<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The extravagant and erring spirit hies<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To his confine: and of the truth herein<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This present object made probation.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It faded on the crowing of the cock.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The bird of dawning singeth all night long:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>So have I heard and do in part believe it.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Break we our watch up; and by my advice,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Let us impart what we have seen to-night<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Where we shall find him most conveniently.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exeunt<\/i>\r\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_2._A_room_of_state_in_the_castle.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 2. A room of state in the castle.<\/span><\/h3>\r\n<i>Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET,<\/i>\u00a0POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The memory be green, and that it us befitted<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To be contracted in one brow of woe,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That we with wisest sorrow think on him,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Together with remembrance of ourselves.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The imperial jointress to this warlike state,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With an auspicious and a dropping eye,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In equal scale weighing delight and dole,--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With this affair along. For all, our thanks.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Holding a weak supposal of our worth,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or thinking by our late dear brother's death<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Importing the surrender of those lands<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To our most valiant brother. So much for him.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thus much the business is: we have here writ<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of this his nephew's purpose,--to suppress<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>His further gait herein; in that the levies,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The lists and full proportions, are all made<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Out of his subject: and we here dispatch<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Giving to you no further personal power<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To business with the king, more than the scope<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of these delated articles allow.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Cornelius<\/dt>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Voltimand<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>In that and all things will we show our duty.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>And now, Laertes, what's the news with you?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You told us of some suit; what is't, Laertes?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The head is not more native to the heart,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The hand more instrumental to the mouth,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What wouldst thou have, Laertes?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My dread lord,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Your leave and favour to return to France;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To show my duty in your coronation,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Have you your father's leave? What says Polonius?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>By laboursome petition, and at last<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I do beseech you, give him leave to go.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And thy best graces spend it at thy will!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd><i>Aside<\/i>\u00a0A little more than kin, and less than kind.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>How is it that the clouds still hang on you?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Queen Gertrude<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Do not for ever with thy vailed lids<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Seek for thy noble father in the dust:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Passing through nature to eternity.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, madam, it is common.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Queen Gertrude<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>If it be,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Why seems it so particular with thee?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not 'seems.'<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Nor customary suits of solemn black,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For they are actions that a man might play:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But I have that within which passeth show;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>These but the trappings and the suits of woe.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To give these mourning duties to your father:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But, you must know, your father lost a father;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In filial obligation for some term<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In obstinate condolement is a course<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>An understanding simple and unschool'd:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For what we know must be and is as common<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As any the most vulgar thing to sense,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Why should we in our peevish opposition<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To reason most absurd: whose common theme<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>From the first corse till he that died to-day,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This unprevailing woe, and think of us<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As of a father: for let the world take note,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You are the most immediate to our throne;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And with no less nobility of love<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than that which dearest father bears his son,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Do I impart toward you. For your intent<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In going back to school in Wittenberg,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It is most retrograde to our desire:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And we beseech you, bend you to remain<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Queen Gertrude<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I shall in all my best obey you, madam.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Why, 'tis a loving and a fair reply:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And the king's rouse the heavens all bruit again,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exeunt all but HAMLET<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Seem to me all the uses of this world!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Possess it merely. That it should come to this!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So excellent a king; that was, to this,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That he might not beteem the winds of heaven<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As if increase of appetite had grown<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>By what it fed on: and yet, within a month--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A little month, or ere those shoes were old<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With which she follow'd my poor father's body,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>My father's brother, but no more like my father<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than I to Hercules: within a month:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>She married. O, most wicked speed, to post<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It is not nor it cannot come to good:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Hail to your lordship!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I am glad to see you well:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Horatio,--or I do forget myself.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My good lord--<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>A truant disposition, good my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I would not hear your enemy say so,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To make it truster of your own report<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Against yourself: I know you are no truant.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But what is your affair in Elsinore?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I think it was to see my mother's wedding.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>My father!--methinks I see my father.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Where, my lord?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>In my mind's eye, Horatio.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I saw him once; he was a goodly king.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>He was a man, take him for all in all,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I shall not look upon his like again.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Saw? who?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, the king your father.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>The king my father!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Season your admiration for awhile<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With an attent ear, till I may deliver,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon the witness of these gentlemen,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This marvel to you.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>For God's love, let me hear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Two nights together had these gentlemen,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In the dead vast and middle of the night,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Appears before them, and with solemn march<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk'd<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>By their oppress'd and fear-surprised eyes,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distilled<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Almost to jelly with the act of fear,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In dreadful secrecy impart they did;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And I with them the third night kept the watch;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Form of the thing, each word made true and good,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The apparition comes: I knew your father;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>These hands are not more like.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>But where was this?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Did you not speak to it?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, I did;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But answer made it none: yet once methought<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It lifted up its head and did address<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Itself to motion, like as it would speak;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But even then the morning cock crew loud,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And vanish'd from our sight.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis very strange.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And we did think it writ down in our duty<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To let you know of it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Hold you the watch to-night?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>We do, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Arm'd, say you?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Arm'd, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>From top to toe?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, from head to foot.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Then saw you not his face?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What, look'd he frowningly?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Pale or red?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Nay, very pale.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>And fix'd his eyes upon you?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Most constantly.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I would I had been there.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It would have much amazed you.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Very like, very like. Stay'd it long?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Longer, longer.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Not when I saw't.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>His beard was grizzled--no?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It was, as I have seen it in his life,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A sable silver'd.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I will watch to-night;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Perchance 'twill walk again.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I warrant it will.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>If it assume my noble father's person,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Let it be tenable in your silence still;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Give it an understanding, but no tongue:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I'll visit you.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>All<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Our duty to your honour.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exeunt all but HAMLET<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>My father's spirit in arms! all is not well;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exit<\/i>\r\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_3._A_room_in_Polonius.27_house.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 3. A room in Polonius' house.<\/span><\/h3>\r\n<i>Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And, sister, as the winds give benefit<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But let me hear from you.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Do you doubt that?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A violet in the youth of primy nature,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>No more but so?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Think it no more;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For nature, crescent, does not grow alone<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The inward service of the mind and soul<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The virtue of his will: but you must fear,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>His greatness weigh'd, his will is not his own;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For he himself is subject to his birth:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>He may not, as unvalued persons do,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Carve for himself; for on his choice depends<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The safety and health of this whole state;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And therefore must his choice be circumscribed<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Unto the voice and yielding of that body<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It fits your wisdom so far to believe it<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As he in his particular act and place<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>May give his saying deed; which is no further<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If with too credent ear you list his songs,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To his unmaster'd importunity.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And keep you in the rear of your affection,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Out of the shot and danger of desire.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The chariest maid is prodigal enough,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If she unmask her beauty to the moon:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The canker galls the infants of the spring,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And in the morn and liquid dew of youth<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Contagious blastments are most imminent.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And recks not his own rede.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O, fear me not.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I stay too long: but here my father comes.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Enter POLONIUS<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>A double blessing is a double grace,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Occasion smiles upon a second leave.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And these few precepts in thy memory<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Nor any unproportioned thought his act.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But do not dull thy palm with entertainment<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For the apparel oft proclaims the man,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And they in France of the best rank and station<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Are of a most select and generous chief in that.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Neither a borrower nor a lender be;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For loan oft loses both itself and friend,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This above all: to thine ownself be true,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And it must follow, as the night the day,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thou canst not then be false to any man.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>The time invites you; go; your servants tend.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What I have said to you.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis in my memory lock'd,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And you yourself shall keep the key of it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Farewell.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exit<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Marry, well bethought:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Given private time to you; and you yourself<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If it be so, as so 'tis put on me,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And that in way of caution, I must tell you,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You do not understand yourself so clearly<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As it behoves my daughter and your honour.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>What is between you? give me up the truth.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of his affection to me.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I do not know, my lord, what I should think.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Marry, I'll teach you: think yourself a baby;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or--not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Running it thus--you'll tender me a fool.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, he hath importuned me with love<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In honourable fashion.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With almost all the holy vows of heaven.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Even in their promise, as it is a-making,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You must not take for fire. From this time<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Set your entreatments at a higher rate<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Believe so much in him, that he is young<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And with a larger tether may he walk<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Not of that dye which their investments show,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But mere implorators of unholy suits,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The better to beguile. This is for all:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Have you so slander any moment leisure,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Look to't, I charge you: come your ways.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I shall obey, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exeunt<\/i>\r\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_4._The_platform.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 4. The platform.<\/span><\/h3>\r\n<i>Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It is a nipping and an eager air.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What hour now?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I think it lacks of twelve.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>No, it is struck.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>What does this mean, my lord?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The triumph of his pledge.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Is it a custom?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, marry, is't:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But to my mind, though I am native here<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And to the manner born, it is a custom<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>More honour'd in the breach than the observance.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>This heavy-headed revel east and west<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Makes us traduced and tax'd of other nations:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Soil our addition; and indeed it takes<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>From our achievements, though perform'd at height,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The pith and marrow of our attribute.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So, oft it chances in particular men,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That for some vicious mole of nature in them,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As, in their birth--wherein they are not guilty,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Since nature cannot choose his origin--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The form of plausive manners, that these men,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Their virtues else--be they as pure as grace,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As infinite as man may undergo--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Shall in the general censure take corruption<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>From that particular fault: the dram of eale<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Doth all the noble substance of a doubt<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To his own scandal.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<div class=\"thumb tright\">\r\n<div class=\"thumbinner\">\r\n<div class=\"thumbcaption\">\r\n<div class=\"magnify\"><\/div>\r\nDavid Garrick\u00a0as Hamlet, Act I, Scene 4.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Look, my lord, it comes!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Enter Ghost<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Angels and ministers of grace defend us!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Be thy intents wicked or charitable,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thou comest in such a questionable shape<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To cast thee up again. What may this mean,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Making night hideous; and we fools of nature<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So horridly to shake our disposition<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n[Ghost beckons HAMLET]\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It beckons you to go away with it,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As if it some impartment did desire<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To you alone.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Look, with what courteous action<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It waves you to a more removed ground:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But do not go with it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>No, by no means.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It will not speak; then I will follow it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Do not, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Why, what should be the fear?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I do not set my life in a pin's fee;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And for my soul, what can it do to that,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Being a thing immortal as itself?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It waves me forth again: I'll follow it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That beetles o'er his base into the sea,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And there assume some other horrible form,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And draw you into madness? think of it:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The very place puts toys of desperation,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Without more motive, into every brain<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That looks so many fathoms to the sea<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And hears it roar beneath.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<div class=\"thumb tright\">\r\n<div class=\"thumbinner\">\r\n<div class=\"thumbcaption\">\r\n<div class=\"magnify\"><\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>It waves me still.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Go on; I'll follow thee.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>You shall not go, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Hold off your hands.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Be ruled; you shall not go.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My fate cries out,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And makes each petty artery in this body<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I say, away! Go on; I'll follow thee.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n[Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET]\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>He waxes desperate with imagination.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Let's follow; 'tis not fit thus to obey him.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Have after. To what issue will this come?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Heaven will direct it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Nay, let's follow him.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n[Exeunt]\r\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_5._Another_part_of_the_platform.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 5. Another part of the platform.<\/span><\/h3>\r\n<i>Enter Ghost and Hamlet<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I'll go no further.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Mark me.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I will.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My hour is almost come,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Must render up myself.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Alas, poor ghost!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To what I shall unfold.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Speak; I am bound to hear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I am thy father's spirit,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And for the day confined to fast in fires,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To tell the secrets of my prison-house,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I could a tale unfold whose lightest word<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thy knotted and combined locks to part<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And each particular hair to stand on end,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But this eternal blazon must not be<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If thou didst ever thy dear father love--<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O God!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Murder!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Murder most foul, as in the best it is;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But this most foul, strange and unnatural.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As meditation or the thoughts of love,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>May sweep to my revenge.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I find thee apt;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Is by a forged process of my death<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The serpent that did sting thy father's life<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Now wears his crown.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O my prophetic soul! My uncle!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So to seduce!--won to his shameful lust<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>From me, whose love was of that dignity<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That it went hand in hand even with the vow<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I made to her in marriage, and to decline<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To those of mine!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But virtue, as it never will be moved,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Will sate itself in a celestial bed,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And prey on garbage.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>My custom always of the afternoon,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And in the porches of my ears did pour<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The leperous distilment; whose effect<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Holds such an enmity with blood of man<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That swift as quicksilver it courses through<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The natural gates and alleys of the body,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And with a sudden vigour doth posset<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And curd, like eager droppings into milk,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And a most instant tetter bark'd about,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>All my smooth body.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>No reckoning made, but sent to my account<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With all my imperfections on my head:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Let not the royal bed of Denmark be<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A couch for luxury and damned incest.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exit<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>In this distracted globe. Remember thee!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Yea, from the table of my memory<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That youth and observation copied there;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And thy commandment all alone shall live<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Within the book and volume of my brain,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O most pernicious woman!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>My tables,--meet it is I set it down,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark:<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Writing<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me.'<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I have sworn 't.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Within] My lord, my lord,--<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Within] Lord Hamlet,--<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Within] Heaven secure him!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>So be it!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Enter Horatio and Marcellus<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>How is't, my noble lord?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What news, my lord?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O, wonderful!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Good my lord, tell it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>No; you'll reveal it.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Not I, my lord, by heaven.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Nor I, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But you'll be secret?<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ay, by heaven, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>But he's an arrant knave.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To tell us this.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Why, right; you are i' the right;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And so, without more circumstance at all,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>You, as your business and desire shall point you;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For every man has business and desire,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Look you, I'll go pray.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>I'm sorry they offend you, heartily;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Yes, 'faith heartily.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>There's no offence, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And much offence too. Touching this vision here,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>For your desire to know what is between us,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>O'ermaster 't as you may. And now, good friends,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As you are friends, scholars and soldiers,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Give me one poor request.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>What is't, my lord? we will.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Never make known what you have seen to-night.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, we will not.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Nay, but swear't.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>In faith,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>My lord, not I.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Nor I, my lord, in faith.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Upon my sword.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>We have sworn, my lord, already.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Indeed, upon my sword, indeed.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Beneath] Swear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Ah, ha, boy! say'st thou so? art thou there,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>truepenny?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage--<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Consent to swear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Propose the oath, my lord.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Never to speak of this that you have seen,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Swear by my sword.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Beneath] Swear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Hic et ubique? then we'll shift our ground.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Come hither, gentlemen,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And lay your hands again upon my sword:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Never to speak of this that you have heard,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Swear by my sword.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Beneath] Swear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Well said, old mole! canst work i' the earth so fast?<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As I perchance hereafter shall think meet<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>To put an antic disposition on,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Or such ambiguous giving out, to note<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That you know aught of me: this not to do,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>[Beneath] Swear.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\r\n \t<dd>Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>They swear<\/i>\r\n<dl>\r\n \t<dd>So, gentlemen,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>With all my love I do commend me to you:<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And what so poor a man as Hamlet is<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>May do, to express his love and friending to you,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>That ever I was born to set it right!<\/dd>\r\n \t<dd>Nay, come, let's go together.<\/dd>\r\n<\/dl>\r\n<i>Exeunt<\/i>","rendered":"<h2>Dramatis Personae<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li><b>King Claudius<\/b>, Brother to the late King Hamlet<\/li>\n<li><b>Hamlet<\/b>, Prince of Denmark. Son of the late King Hamlet and Queen Gertrude<\/li>\n<li><b>Polonius<\/b>, father of Ophelia and Laertes, councillor to King Claudius<\/li>\n<li><b>Horatio<\/b>, friend to Hamlet<\/li>\n<li><b>Laertes<\/b>, son to Polonius<\/li>\n<li>Courtiers\n<ul>\n<li><i>Voltimand<\/i><\/li>\n<li><i>Cornelius<\/i><\/li>\n<li><i>Rosencrantz<\/i><\/li>\n<li><i>Guildenstern<\/i><\/li>\n<li><i>Osric<\/i><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li>A Gentleman<\/li>\n<li>A Priest<\/li>\n<li>Officers\n<ul>\n<li><i>Marcellus<\/i>, a soldier<\/li>\n<li><i>Bernardo<\/i>, a soldier<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li><b>Francisco<\/b>, a soldier<\/li>\n<li><b>Reynaldo<\/b>, servant to Polonius<\/li>\n<li>Players<\/li>\n<li><b>Two Clowns<\/b>, grave-diggers<\/li>\n<li><b>Fortinbras<\/b>, prince of Norway<\/li>\n<li>A Captain in Fortinbras&#8217;s army<\/li>\n<li>English Ambassadors to Denmark<\/li>\n<li><b>Queen Gertrude<\/b>, widow of King Hamlet, now married to Claudius<\/li>\n<li><b>Ophelia<\/b>, daughter to Polonius<\/li>\n<li><b>Lords<\/b>, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants<\/li>\n<li>Ghost of Hamlet&#8217;s Father<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_1._Elsinore._A_platform_before_the_castle.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 1. Elsinore. A platform before the castle.<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><i>FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Who&#8217;s there?!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Long live the king!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>Bernardo?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>He.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>You come most carefully upon your hour.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>For this relief much thanks: &#8217;tis bitter cold,<\/dd>\n<dd>And I am sick at heart.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Have you had quiet guard?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>Not a mouse stirring.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Well, good night.<\/dd>\n<dd>If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,<\/dd>\n<dd>The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who&#8217;s there?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Friends to this ground.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>And liegemen to the Dane.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>Give you good night.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>O, farewell, honest soldier:<\/dd>\n<dd>Who hath relieved you?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Francisco<\/dt>\n<dd>Bernardo has my place.<\/dd>\n<dd>Give you good night.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exit<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Holla! Bernardo!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Say,<\/dd>\n<dd>What, is Horatio there?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>A piece of him.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Welcome, Horatio: welcome, good Marcellus.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>What, has this thing appear&#8217;d again to-night?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>I have seen nothing.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Horatio says &#8217;tis but our fantasy,<\/dd>\n<dd>And will not let belief take hold of him<\/dd>\n<dd>Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:<\/dd>\n<dd>Therefore I have entreated him along<\/dd>\n<dd>With us to watch the minutes of this night;<\/dd>\n<dd>That if again this apparition come,<\/dd>\n<dd>He may approve our eyes and speak to it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Tush, tush, &#8217;twill not appear.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Sit down awhile;<\/dd>\n<dd>And let us once again assail your ears,<\/dd>\n<dd>That are so fortified against our story<\/dd>\n<dd>What we have two nights seen.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Well, sit we down,<\/dd>\n<dd>And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Last night of all,<\/dd>\n<dd>When yond same star that&#8217;s westward from the pole<\/dd>\n<dd>Had made his course to illume that part of heaven<\/dd>\n<dd>Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,<\/dd>\n<dd>The bell then beating one,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Enter Ghost<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>In the same figure, like the king that&#8217;s dead.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Most like: it harrows me with fear and wonder.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>It would be spoke to.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Question it, Horatio.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>What art thou that usurp&#8217;st this time of night,<\/dd>\n<dd>Together with that fair and warlike form<\/dd>\n<dd>In which the majesty of buried Denmark<\/dd>\n<dd>Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, speak!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>It is offended.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>See, it stalks away!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Stay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exit Ghost<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis gone, and will not answer.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>How now, Horatio! you tremble and look pale:<\/dd>\n<dd>Is not this something more than fantasy?<\/dd>\n<dd>What think you on&#8217;t?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Before my God, I might not this believe<\/dd>\n<dd>Without the sensible and true avouch<\/dd>\n<dd>Of mine own eyes.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Is it not like the king?!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>As thou art to thyself:<\/dd>\n<dd>Such was the very armour he had on<\/dd>\n<dd>When he the ambitious Norway combated;<\/dd>\n<dd>So frown&#8217;d he once, when, in an angry parle,<\/dd>\n<dd>He smote the steeled pole-axe on the ice.<\/dd>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis strange.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,<\/dd>\n<dd>With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>In what particular thought to work I know not;<\/dd>\n<dd>But in the gross and scope of my opinion,<\/dd>\n<dd>This bodes some strange eruption to our state.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that knows,<\/dd>\n<dd>Why this same strict and most observant watch<\/dd>\n<dd>So nightly toils the subject of the land,<\/dd>\n<dd>And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,<\/dd>\n<dd>And foreign mart for implements of war;<\/dd>\n<dd>Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task<\/dd>\n<dd>Does not divide the Sunday from the week;<\/dd>\n<dd>What might be toward, that this sweaty haste<\/dd>\n<dd>Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:<\/dd>\n<dd>Who is&#8217;t that can inform me?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>That can I;<\/dd>\n<dd>At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,<\/dd>\n<dd>Whose image even but now appear&#8217;d to us,<\/dd>\n<dd>Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,<\/dd>\n<dd>Thereto prick&#8217;d on by a most emulate pride,<\/dd>\n<dd>Dared to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>For so this side of our known world esteem&#8217;d him&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal&#8217;d compact,<\/dd>\n<dd>Well ratified by law and heraldry,<\/dd>\n<dd>Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands<\/dd>\n<dd>Which he stood seized of, to the conqueror:<\/dd>\n<dd>Against the which, a moiety competent<\/dd>\n<dd>Was gaged by our king; which had return&#8217;d<\/dd>\n<dd>To the inheritance of Fortinbras,<\/dd>\n<dd>Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same covenant,<\/dd>\n<dd>And carriage of the article design&#8217;d,<\/dd>\n<dd>His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,<\/dd>\n<dd>Of unimproved mettle hot and full,<\/dd>\n<dd>Hath in the skirts of Norway here and there<\/dd>\n<dd>Shark&#8217;d up a list of lawless resolutes,<\/dd>\n<dd>For food and diet, to some enterprise<\/dd>\n<dd>That hath a stomach in&#8217;t; which is no other&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>As it doth well appear unto our state&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>But to recover of us, by strong hand<\/dd>\n<dd>And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands<\/dd>\n<dd>So by his father lost: and this, I take it,<\/dd>\n<dd>Is the main motive of our preparations,<\/dd>\n<dd>The source of this our watch and the chief head<\/dd>\n<dd>Of this post-haste and romage in the land.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>I think it be no other but e&#8217;en so:<\/dd>\n<dd>Well may it sort that this portentous figure<\/dd>\n<dd>Comes armed through our watch; so like the king<\/dd>\n<dd>That was and is the question of these wars.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>A mote it is to trouble the mind&#8217;s eye.<\/dd>\n<dd>In the most high and palmy state of Rome,<\/dd>\n<dd>A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,<\/dd>\n<dd>The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead<\/dd>\n<dd>Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:<\/dd>\n<dd>As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,<\/dd>\n<dd>Disasters in the sun; and the moist star<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon whose influence Neptune&#8217;s empire stands<\/dd>\n<dd>Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse:<\/dd>\n<dd>And even the like precurse of fierce events,<\/dd>\n<dd>As harbingers preceding still the fates<\/dd>\n<dd>And prologue to the omen coming on,<\/dd>\n<dd>Have heaven and earth together demonstrated<\/dd>\n<dd>Unto our climatures and countrymen.&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>But soft, behold! lo, where it comes again!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Re-enter Ghost<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>I&#8217;ll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!<\/dd>\n<dd>If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,<\/dd>\n<dd>Speak to me:<\/dd>\n<dd>If there be any good thing to be done,<\/dd>\n<dd>That may to thee do ease and grace to me,<\/dd>\n<dd>Speak to me:<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Cock crows<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>If thou art privy to thy country&#8217;s fate,<\/dd>\n<dd>Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid, O, speak!<\/dd>\n<dd>Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life<\/dd>\n<dd>Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,<\/dd>\n<dd>For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,<\/dd>\n<dd>Speak of it: stay, and speak! Stop it, Marcellus.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Shall I strike at it with my partisan?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Do, if it will not stand.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis here!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis here!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis gone!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exit Ghost<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>We do it wrong, being so majestical,<\/dd>\n<dd>To offer it the show of violence;<\/dd>\n<dd>For it is, as the air, invulnerable,<\/dd>\n<dd>And our vain blows malicious mockery.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>It was about to speak, when the cock crew.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>And then it started like a guilty thing<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,<\/dd>\n<dd>The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,<\/dd>\n<dd>Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat<\/dd>\n<dd>Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,<\/dd>\n<dd>Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,<\/dd>\n<dd>The extravagant and erring spirit hies<\/dd>\n<dd>To his confine: and of the truth herein<\/dd>\n<dd>This present object made probation.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>It faded on the crowing of the cock.<\/dd>\n<dd>Some say that ever &#8216;gainst that season comes<\/dd>\n<dd>Wherein our Saviour&#8217;s birth is celebrated,<\/dd>\n<dd>The bird of dawning singeth all night long:<\/dd>\n<dd>And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;<\/dd>\n<dd>The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,<\/dd>\n<dd>No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,<\/dd>\n<dd>So hallow&#8217;d and so gracious is the time.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>So have I heard and do in part believe it.<\/dd>\n<dd>But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,<\/dd>\n<dd>Walks o&#8217;er the dew of yon high eastward hill:<\/dd>\n<dd>Break we our watch up; and by my advice,<\/dd>\n<dd>Let us impart what we have seen to-night<\/dd>\n<dd>Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life,<\/dd>\n<dd>This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.<\/dd>\n<dd>Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,<\/dd>\n<dd>As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Let&#8217;s do&#8217;t, I pray; and I this morning know<\/dd>\n<dd>Where we shall find him most conveniently.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exeunt<\/i><\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_2._A_room_of_state_in_the_castle.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 2. A room of state in the castle.<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><i>Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, HAMLET,<\/i>\u00a0POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother&#8217;s death<\/dd>\n<dd>The memory be green, and that it us befitted<\/dd>\n<dd>To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom<\/dd>\n<dd>To be contracted in one brow of woe,<\/dd>\n<dd>Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature<\/dd>\n<dd>That we with wisest sorrow think on him,<\/dd>\n<dd>Together with remembrance of ourselves.<\/dd>\n<dd>Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,<\/dd>\n<dd>The imperial jointress to this warlike state,<\/dd>\n<dd>Have we, as &#8217;twere with a defeated joy,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>With an auspicious and a dropping eye,<\/dd>\n<dd>With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,<\/dd>\n<dd>In equal scale weighing delight and dole,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr&#8217;d<\/dd>\n<dd>Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone<\/dd>\n<dd>With this affair along. For all, our thanks.<\/dd>\n<dd>Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,<\/dd>\n<dd>Holding a weak supposal of our worth,<\/dd>\n<dd>Or thinking by our late dear brother&#8217;s death<\/dd>\n<dd>Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,<\/dd>\n<dd>Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,<\/dd>\n<dd>He hath not fail&#8217;d to pester us with message,<\/dd>\n<dd>Importing the surrender of those lands<\/dd>\n<dd>Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,<\/dd>\n<dd>To our most valiant brother. So much for him.<\/dd>\n<dd>Now for ourself and for this time of meeting:<\/dd>\n<dd>Thus much the business is: we have here writ<\/dd>\n<dd>To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears<\/dd>\n<dd>Of this his nephew&#8217;s purpose,&#8211;to suppress<\/dd>\n<dd>His further gait herein; in that the levies,<\/dd>\n<dd>The lists and full proportions, are all made<\/dd>\n<dd>Out of his subject: and we here dispatch<\/dd>\n<dd>You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,<\/dd>\n<dd>For bearers of this greeting to old Norway;<\/dd>\n<dd>Giving to you no further personal power<\/dd>\n<dd>To business with the king, more than the scope<\/dd>\n<dd>Of these delated articles allow.<\/dd>\n<dd>Farewell, and let your haste commend your duty.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Cornelius<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Voltimand<\/dt>\n<dd>In that and all things will we show our duty.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And now, Laertes, what&#8217;s the news with you?<\/dd>\n<dd>You told us of some suit; what is&#8217;t, Laertes?<\/dd>\n<dd>You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,<\/dd>\n<dd>And loose your voice: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,<\/dd>\n<dd>That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?<\/dd>\n<dd>The head is not more native to the heart,<\/dd>\n<dd>The hand more instrumental to the mouth,<\/dd>\n<dd>Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.<\/dd>\n<dd>What wouldst thou have, Laertes?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>My dread lord,<\/dd>\n<dd>Your leave and favour to return to France;<\/dd>\n<dd>From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,<\/dd>\n<dd>To show my duty in your coronation,<\/dd>\n<dd>Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,<\/dd>\n<dd>My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France<\/dd>\n<dd>And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>Have you your father&#8217;s leave? What says Polonius?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave<\/dd>\n<dd>By laboursome petition, and at last<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon his will I seal&#8217;d my hard consent:<\/dd>\n<dd>I do beseech you, give him leave to go.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,<\/dd>\n<dd>And thy best graces spend it at thy will!<\/dd>\n<dd>But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd><i>Aside<\/i>\u00a0A little more than kin, and less than kind.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>How is it that the clouds still hang on you?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Not so, my lord; I am too much i&#8217; the sun.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Queen Gertrude<\/dt>\n<dd>Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,<\/dd>\n<dd>And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.<\/dd>\n<dd>Do not for ever with thy vailed lids<\/dd>\n<dd>Seek for thy noble father in the dust:<\/dd>\n<dd>Thou know&#8217;st &#8217;tis common; all that lives must die,<\/dd>\n<dd>Passing through nature to eternity.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Ay, madam, it is common.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Queen Gertrude<\/dt>\n<dd>If it be,<\/dd>\n<dd>Why seems it so particular with thee?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not &#8216;seems.&#8217;<\/dd>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,<\/dd>\n<dd>Nor customary suits of solemn black,<\/dd>\n<dd>Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,<\/dd>\n<dd>No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,<\/dd>\n<dd>Nor the dejected &#8216;havior of the visage,<\/dd>\n<dd>Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,<\/dd>\n<dd>That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,<\/dd>\n<dd>For they are actions that a man might play:<\/dd>\n<dd>But I have that within which passeth show;<\/dd>\n<dd>These but the trappings and the suits of woe.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,<\/dd>\n<dd>To give these mourning duties to your father:<\/dd>\n<dd>But, you must know, your father lost a father;<\/dd>\n<dd>That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound<\/dd>\n<dd>In filial obligation for some term<\/dd>\n<dd>To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever<\/dd>\n<dd>In obstinate condolement is a course<\/dd>\n<dd>Of impious stubbornness; &#8217;tis unmanly grief;<\/dd>\n<dd>It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,<\/dd>\n<dd>A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,<\/dd>\n<dd>An understanding simple and unschool&#8217;d:<\/dd>\n<dd>For what we know must be and is as common<\/dd>\n<dd>As any the most vulgar thing to sense,<\/dd>\n<dd>Why should we in our peevish opposition<\/dd>\n<dd>Take it to heart? Fie! &#8217;tis a fault to heaven,<\/dd>\n<dd>A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,<\/dd>\n<dd>To reason most absurd: whose common theme<\/dd>\n<dd>Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,<\/dd>\n<dd>From the first corse till he that died to-day,<\/dd>\n<dd>&#8216;This must be so.&#8217; We pray you, throw to earth<\/dd>\n<dd>This unprevailing woe, and think of us<\/dd>\n<dd>As of a father: for let the world take note,<\/dd>\n<dd>You are the most immediate to our throne;<\/dd>\n<dd>And with no less nobility of love<\/dd>\n<dd>Than that which dearest father bears his son,<\/dd>\n<dd>Do I impart toward you. For your intent<\/dd>\n<dd>In going back to school in Wittenberg,<\/dd>\n<dd>It is most retrograde to our desire:<\/dd>\n<dd>And we beseech you, bend you to remain<\/dd>\n<dd>Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,<\/dd>\n<dd>Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Queen Gertrude<\/dt>\n<dd>Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:<\/dd>\n<dd>I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I shall in all my best obey you, madam.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>King Claudius<\/dt>\n<dd>Why, &#8217;tis a loving and a fair reply:<\/dd>\n<dd>Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;<\/dd>\n<dd>This gentle and unforced accord of Hamlet<\/dd>\n<dd>Sits smiling to my heart: in grace whereof,<\/dd>\n<dd>No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,<\/dd>\n<dd>But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,<\/dd>\n<dd>And the king&#8217;s rouse the heavens all bruit again,<\/dd>\n<dd>Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exeunt all but HAMLET<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt<\/dd>\n<dd>Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!<\/dd>\n<dd>Or that the Everlasting had not fix&#8217;d<\/dd>\n<dd>His canon &#8216;gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!<\/dd>\n<dd>How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,<\/dd>\n<dd>Seem to me all the uses of this world!<\/dd>\n<dd>Fie on&#8217;t! ah fie! &#8217;tis an unweeded garden,<\/dd>\n<dd>That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature<\/dd>\n<dd>Possess it merely. That it should come to this!<\/dd>\n<dd>But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:<\/dd>\n<dd>So excellent a king; that was, to this,<\/dd>\n<dd>Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother<\/dd>\n<dd>That he might not beteem the winds of heaven<\/dd>\n<dd>Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!<\/dd>\n<dd>Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,<\/dd>\n<dd>As if increase of appetite had grown<\/dd>\n<dd>By what it fed on: and yet, within a month&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>Let me not think on&#8217;t&#8211;Frailty, thy name is woman!&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>A little month, or ere those shoes were old<\/dd>\n<dd>With which she follow&#8217;d my poor father&#8217;s body,<\/dd>\n<dd>Like Niobe, all tears:&#8211;why she, even she&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,<\/dd>\n<dd>Would have mourn&#8217;d longer&#8211;married with my uncle,<\/dd>\n<dd>My father&#8217;s brother, but no more like my father<\/dd>\n<dd>Than I to Hercules: within a month:<\/dd>\n<dd>Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears<\/dd>\n<dd>Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,<\/dd>\n<dd>She married. O, most wicked speed, to post<\/dd>\n<dd>With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!<\/dd>\n<dd>It is not nor it cannot come to good:<\/dd>\n<dd>But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Hail to your lordship!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I am glad to see you well:<\/dd>\n<dd>Horatio,&#8211;or I do forget myself.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Sir, my good friend; I&#8217;ll change that name with you:<\/dd>\n<dd>And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Marcellus?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>My good lord&#8211;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I am very glad to see you. Good even, sir.<\/dd>\n<dd>But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>A truant disposition, good my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I would not hear your enemy say so,<\/dd>\n<dd>Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,<\/dd>\n<dd>To make it truster of your own report<\/dd>\n<dd>Against yourself: I know you are no truant.<\/dd>\n<dd>But what is your affair in Elsinore?<\/dd>\n<dd>We&#8217;ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, I came to see your father&#8217;s funeral.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;<\/dd>\n<dd>I think it was to see my mother&#8217;s wedding.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Indeed, my lord, it follow&#8217;d hard upon.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats<\/dd>\n<dd>Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.<\/dd>\n<dd>Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven<\/dd>\n<dd>Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!<\/dd>\n<dd>My father!&#8211;methinks I see my father.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Where, my lord?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>In my mind&#8217;s eye, Horatio.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>I saw him once; he was a goodly king.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>He was a man, take him for all in all,<\/dd>\n<dd>I shall not look upon his like again.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Saw? who?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, the king your father.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>The king my father!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Season your admiration for awhile<\/dd>\n<dd>With an attent ear, till I may deliver,<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon the witness of these gentlemen,<\/dd>\n<dd>This marvel to you.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>For God&#8217;s love, let me hear.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Two nights together had these gentlemen,<\/dd>\n<dd>Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,<\/dd>\n<dd>In the dead vast and middle of the night,<\/dd>\n<dd>Been thus encounter&#8217;d. A figure like your father,<\/dd>\n<dd>Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe,<\/dd>\n<dd>Appears before them, and with solemn march<\/dd>\n<dd>Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk&#8217;d<\/dd>\n<dd>By their oppress&#8217;d and fear-surprised eyes,<\/dd>\n<dd>Within his truncheon&#8217;s length; whilst they, distilled<\/dd>\n<dd>Almost to jelly with the act of fear,<\/dd>\n<dd>Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me<\/dd>\n<dd>In dreadful secrecy impart they did;<\/dd>\n<dd>And I with them the third night kept the watch;<\/dd>\n<dd>Where, as they had deliver&#8217;d, both in time,<\/dd>\n<dd>Form of the thing, each word made true and good,<\/dd>\n<dd>The apparition comes: I knew your father;<\/dd>\n<dd>These hands are not more like.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>But where was this?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, upon the platform where we watch&#8217;d.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Did you not speak to it?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, I did;<\/dd>\n<dd>But answer made it none: yet once methought<\/dd>\n<dd>It lifted up its head and did address<\/dd>\n<dd>Itself to motion, like as it would speak;<\/dd>\n<dd>But even then the morning cock crew loud,<\/dd>\n<dd>And at the sound it shrunk in haste away,<\/dd>\n<dd>And vanish&#8217;d from our sight.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis very strange.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>As I do live, my honour&#8217;d lord, &#8217;tis true;<\/dd>\n<dd>And we did think it writ down in our duty<\/dd>\n<dd>To let you know of it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.<\/dd>\n<dd>Hold you the watch to-night?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>We do, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Arm&#8217;d, say you?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Arm&#8217;d, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>From top to toe?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, from head to foot.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Then saw you not his face?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>What, look&#8217;d he frowningly?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Pale or red?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Nay, very pale.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>And fix&#8217;d his eyes upon you?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Most constantly.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I would I had been there.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>It would have much amazed you.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Very like, very like. Stay&#8217;d it long?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Bernardo<\/dt>\n<dd>Longer, longer.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Not when I saw&#8217;t.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>His beard was grizzled&#8211;no?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>It was, as I have seen it in his life,<\/dd>\n<dd>A sable silver&#8217;d.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I will watch to-night;<\/dd>\n<dd>Perchance &#8217;twill walk again.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>I warrant it will.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>If it assume my noble father&#8217;s person,<\/dd>\n<dd>I&#8217;ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape<\/dd>\n<dd>And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,<\/dd>\n<dd>If you have hitherto conceal&#8217;d this sight,<\/dd>\n<dd>Let it be tenable in your silence still;<\/dd>\n<dd>And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,<\/dd>\n<dd>Give it an understanding, but no tongue:<\/dd>\n<dd>I will requite your loves. So, fare you well:<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon the platform, &#8216;twixt eleven and twelve,<\/dd>\n<dd>I&#8217;ll visit you.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>All<\/dt>\n<dd>Our duty to your honour.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Your loves, as mine to you: farewell.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exeunt all but HAMLET<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>My father&#8217;s spirit in arms! all is not well;<\/dd>\n<dd>I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!<\/dd>\n<dd>Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,<\/dd>\n<dd>Though all the earth o&#8217;erwhelm them, to men&#8217;s eyes.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exit<\/i><\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_3._A_room_in_Polonius.27_house.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 3. A room in Polonius&#8217; house.<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><i>Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>My necessaries are embark&#8217;d: farewell:<\/dd>\n<dd>And, sister, as the winds give benefit<\/dd>\n<dd>And convoy is assistant, do not sleep,<\/dd>\n<dd>But let me hear from you.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>Do you doubt that?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,<\/dd>\n<dd>Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,<\/dd>\n<dd>A violet in the youth of primy nature,<\/dd>\n<dd>Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,<\/dd>\n<dd>The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>No more but so?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>Think it no more;<\/dd>\n<dd>For nature, crescent, does not grow alone<\/dd>\n<dd>In thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes,<\/dd>\n<dd>The inward service of the mind and soul<\/dd>\n<dd>Grows wide withal. Perhaps he loves you now,<\/dd>\n<dd>And now no soil nor cautel doth besmirch<\/dd>\n<dd>The virtue of his will: but you must fear,<\/dd>\n<dd>His greatness weigh&#8217;d, his will is not his own;<\/dd>\n<dd>For he himself is subject to his birth:<\/dd>\n<dd>He may not, as unvalued persons do,<\/dd>\n<dd>Carve for himself; for on his choice depends<\/dd>\n<dd>The safety and health of this whole state;<\/dd>\n<dd>And therefore must his choice be circumscribed<\/dd>\n<dd>Unto the voice and yielding of that body<\/dd>\n<dd>Whereof he is the head. Then if he says he loves you,<\/dd>\n<dd>It fits your wisdom so far to believe it<\/dd>\n<dd>As he in his particular act and place<\/dd>\n<dd>May give his saying deed; which is no further<\/dd>\n<dd>Than the main voice of Denmark goes withal.<\/dd>\n<dd>Then weigh what loss your honour may sustain,<\/dd>\n<dd>If with too credent ear you list his songs,<\/dd>\n<dd>Or lose your heart, or your chaste treasure open<\/dd>\n<dd>To his unmaster&#8217;d importunity.<\/dd>\n<dd>Fear it, Ophelia, fear it, my dear sister,<\/dd>\n<dd>And keep you in the rear of your affection,<\/dd>\n<dd>Out of the shot and danger of desire.<\/dd>\n<dd>The chariest maid is prodigal enough,<\/dd>\n<dd>If she unmask her beauty to the moon:<\/dd>\n<dd>Virtue itself &#8216;scapes not calumnious strokes:<\/dd>\n<dd>The canker galls the infants of the spring,<\/dd>\n<dd>Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,<\/dd>\n<dd>And in the morn and liquid dew of youth<\/dd>\n<dd>Contagious blastments are most imminent.<\/dd>\n<dd>Be wary then; best safety lies in fear:<\/dd>\n<dd>Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>I shall the effect of this good lesson keep,<\/dd>\n<dd>As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,<\/dd>\n<dd>Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,<\/dd>\n<dd>Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;<\/dd>\n<dd>Whiles, like a puff&#8217;d and reckless libertine,<\/dd>\n<dd>Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,<\/dd>\n<dd>And recks not his own rede.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>O, fear me not.<\/dd>\n<dd>I stay too long: but here my father comes.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Enter POLONIUS<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A double blessing is a double grace,<\/dd>\n<dd>Occasion smiles upon a second leave.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame!<\/dd>\n<dd>The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,<\/dd>\n<dd>And you are stay&#8217;d for. There; my blessing with thee!<\/dd>\n<dd>And these few precepts in thy memory<\/dd>\n<dd>See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,<\/dd>\n<dd>Nor any unproportioned thought his act.<\/dd>\n<dd>Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.<\/dd>\n<dd>Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,<\/dd>\n<dd>Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;<\/dd>\n<dd>But do not dull thy palm with entertainment<\/dd>\n<dd>Of each new-hatch&#8217;d, unfledged comrade. Beware<\/dd>\n<dd>Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,<\/dd>\n<dd>Bear&#8217;t that the opposed may beware of thee.<\/dd>\n<dd>Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;<\/dd>\n<dd>Take each man&#8217;s censure, but reserve thy judgment.<\/dd>\n<dd>Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,<\/dd>\n<dd>But not express&#8217;d in fancy; rich, not gaudy;<\/dd>\n<dd>For the apparel oft proclaims the man,<\/dd>\n<dd>And they in France of the best rank and station<\/dd>\n<dd>Are of a most select and generous chief in that.<\/dd>\n<dd>Neither a borrower nor a lender be;<\/dd>\n<dd>For loan oft loses both itself and friend,<\/dd>\n<dd>And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.<\/dd>\n<dd>This above all: to thine ownself be true,<\/dd>\n<dd>And it must follow, as the night the day,<\/dd>\n<dd>Thou canst not then be false to any man.<\/dd>\n<dd>Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>The time invites you; go; your servants tend.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>Farewell, Ophelia; and remember well<\/dd>\n<dd>What I have said to you.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis in my memory lock&#8217;d,<\/dd>\n<dd>And you yourself shall keep the key of it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Laertes<\/dt>\n<dd>Farewell.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exit<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>What is&#8217;t, Ophelia, he hath said to you?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>Marry, well bethought:<\/dd>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis told me, he hath very oft of late<\/dd>\n<dd>Given private time to you; and you yourself<\/dd>\n<dd>Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:<\/dd>\n<dd>If it be so, as so &#8217;tis put on me,<\/dd>\n<dd>And that in way of caution, I must tell you,<\/dd>\n<dd>You do not understand yourself so clearly<\/dd>\n<dd>As it behoves my daughter and your honour.<\/dd>\n<dd>What is between you? give me up the truth.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>He hath, my lord, of late made many tenders<\/dd>\n<dd>Of his affection to me.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>Affection! pooh! you speak like a green girl,<\/dd>\n<dd>Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.<\/dd>\n<dd>Do you believe his tenders, as you call them?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>I do not know, my lord, what I should think.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>Marry, I&#8217;ll teach you: think yourself a baby;<\/dd>\n<dd>That you have ta&#8217;en these tenders for true pay,<\/dd>\n<dd>Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;<\/dd>\n<dd>Or&#8211;not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,<\/dd>\n<dd>Running it thus&#8211;you&#8217;ll tender me a fool.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>My lord, he hath importuned me with love<\/dd>\n<dd>In honourable fashion.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,<\/dd>\n<dd>With almost all the holy vows of heaven.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Lord Polonius<\/dt>\n<dd>Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,<\/dd>\n<dd>When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul<\/dd>\n<dd>Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,<\/dd>\n<dd>Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,<\/dd>\n<dd>Even in their promise, as it is a-making,<\/dd>\n<dd>You must not take for fire. From this time<\/dd>\n<dd>Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence;<\/dd>\n<dd>Set your entreatments at a higher rate<\/dd>\n<dd>Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,<\/dd>\n<dd>Believe so much in him, that he is young<\/dd>\n<dd>And with a larger tether may he walk<\/dd>\n<dd>Than may be given you: in few, Ophelia,<\/dd>\n<dd>Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,<\/dd>\n<dd>Not of that dye which their investments show,<\/dd>\n<dd>But mere implorators of unholy suits,<\/dd>\n<dd>Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,<\/dd>\n<dd>The better to beguile. This is for all:<\/dd>\n<dd>I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth,<\/dd>\n<dd>Have you so slander any moment leisure,<\/dd>\n<dd>As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.<\/dd>\n<dd>Look to&#8217;t, I charge you: come your ways.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ophelia<\/dt>\n<dd>I shall obey, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exeunt<\/i><\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_4._The_platform.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 4. The platform.<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><i>Enter HAMLET, HORATIO, and MARCELLUS<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>It is a nipping and an eager air.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>What hour now?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>I think it lacks of twelve.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>No, it is struck.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Indeed? I heard it not: then it draws near the season<\/dd>\n<dd>Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off, within<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>What does this mean, my lord?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>The king doth wake to-night and takes his rouse,<\/dd>\n<dd>Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels;<\/dd>\n<dd>And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,<\/dd>\n<dd>The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out<\/dd>\n<dd>The triumph of his pledge.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Is it a custom?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Ay, marry, is&#8217;t:<\/dd>\n<dd>But to my mind, though I am native here<\/dd>\n<dd>And to the manner born, it is a custom<\/dd>\n<dd>More honour&#8217;d in the breach than the observance.<\/dd>\n<dd>This heavy-headed revel east and west<\/dd>\n<dd>Makes us traduced and tax&#8217;d of other nations:<\/dd>\n<dd>They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase<\/dd>\n<dd>Soil our addition; and indeed it takes<\/dd>\n<dd>From our achievements, though perform&#8217;d at height,<\/dd>\n<dd>The pith and marrow of our attribute.<\/dd>\n<dd>So, oft it chances in particular men,<\/dd>\n<dd>That for some vicious mole of nature in them,<\/dd>\n<dd>As, in their birth&#8211;wherein they are not guilty,<\/dd>\n<dd>Since nature cannot choose his origin&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>By the o&#8217;ergrowth of some complexion,<\/dd>\n<dd>Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason,<\/dd>\n<dd>Or by some habit that too much o&#8217;er-leavens<\/dd>\n<dd>The form of plausive manners, that these men,<\/dd>\n<dd>Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,<\/dd>\n<dd>Being nature&#8217;s livery, or fortune&#8217;s star,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>Their virtues else&#8211;be they as pure as grace,<\/dd>\n<dd>As infinite as man may undergo&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>Shall in the general censure take corruption<\/dd>\n<dd>From that particular fault: the dram of eale<\/dd>\n<dd>Doth all the noble substance of a doubt<\/dd>\n<dd>To his own scandal.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<div class=\"thumb tright\">\n<div class=\"thumbinner\">\n<div class=\"thumbcaption\">\n<div class=\"magnify\"><\/div>\n<p>David Garrick\u00a0as Hamlet, Act I, Scene 4.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Look, my lord, it comes!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Enter Ghost<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Angels and ministers of grace defend us!<\/dd>\n<dd>Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn&#8217;d,<\/dd>\n<dd>Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,<\/dd>\n<dd>Be thy intents wicked or charitable,<\/dd>\n<dd>Thou comest in such a questionable shape<\/dd>\n<dd>That I will speak to thee: I&#8217;ll call thee Hamlet,<\/dd>\n<dd>King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!<\/dd>\n<dd>Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell<\/dd>\n<dd>Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,<\/dd>\n<dd>Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,<\/dd>\n<dd>Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn&#8217;d,<\/dd>\n<dd>Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,<\/dd>\n<dd>To cast thee up again. What may this mean,<\/dd>\n<dd>That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel<\/dd>\n<dd>Revisit&#8217;st thus the glimpses of the moon,<\/dd>\n<dd>Making night hideous; and we fools of nature<\/dd>\n<dd>So horridly to shake our disposition<\/dd>\n<dd>With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?<\/dd>\n<dd>Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>[Ghost beckons HAMLET]<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>It beckons you to go away with it,<\/dd>\n<dd>As if it some impartment did desire<\/dd>\n<dd>To you alone.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Look, with what courteous action<\/dd>\n<dd>It waves you to a more removed ground:<\/dd>\n<dd>But do not go with it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>No, by no means.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>It will not speak; then I will follow it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Do not, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Why, what should be the fear?<\/dd>\n<dd>I do not set my life in a pin&#8217;s fee;<\/dd>\n<dd>And for my soul, what can it do to that,<\/dd>\n<dd>Being a thing immortal as itself?<\/dd>\n<dd>It waves me forth again: I&#8217;ll follow it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,<\/dd>\n<dd>Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff<\/dd>\n<dd>That beetles o&#8217;er his base into the sea,<\/dd>\n<dd>And there assume some other horrible form,<\/dd>\n<dd>Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason<\/dd>\n<dd>And draw you into madness? think of it:<\/dd>\n<dd>The very place puts toys of desperation,<\/dd>\n<dd>Without more motive, into every brain<\/dd>\n<dd>That looks so many fathoms to the sea<\/dd>\n<dd>And hears it roar beneath.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<div class=\"thumb tright\">\n<div class=\"thumbinner\">\n<div class=\"thumbcaption\">\n<div class=\"magnify\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>It waves me still.<\/dd>\n<dd>Go on; I&#8217;ll follow thee.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>You shall not go, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Hold off your hands.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Be ruled; you shall not go.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>My fate cries out,<\/dd>\n<dd>And makes each petty artery in this body<\/dd>\n<dd>As hardy as the Nemean lion&#8217;s nerve.<\/dd>\n<dd>Still am I call&#8217;d. Unhand me, gentlemen.<\/dd>\n<dd>By heaven, I&#8217;ll make a ghost of him that lets me!<\/dd>\n<dd>I say, away! Go on; I&#8217;ll follow thee.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>[Exeunt Ghost and HAMLET]<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>He waxes desperate with imagination.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Let&#8217;s follow; &#8217;tis not fit thus to obey him.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Have after. To what issue will this come?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Heaven will direct it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Nay, let&#8217;s follow him.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>[Exeunt]<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Scene_5._Another_part_of_the_platform.\" class=\"mw-headline\">Scene 5. Another part of the platform.<\/span><\/h3>\n<p><i>Enter Ghost and Hamlet<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Where wilt thou lead me? speak; I&#8217;ll go no further.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>Mark me.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I will.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>My hour is almost come,<\/dd>\n<dd>When I to sulphurous and tormenting flames<\/dd>\n<dd>Must render up myself.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Alas, poor ghost!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing<\/dd>\n<dd>To what I shall unfold.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Speak; I am bound to hear.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>What?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>I am thy father&#8217;s spirit,<\/dd>\n<dd>Doom&#8217;d for a certain term to walk the night,<\/dd>\n<dd>And for the day confined to fast in fires,<\/dd>\n<dd>Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature<\/dd>\n<dd>Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid<\/dd>\n<dd>To tell the secrets of my prison-house,<\/dd>\n<dd>I could a tale unfold whose lightest word<\/dd>\n<dd>Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,<\/dd>\n<dd>Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,<\/dd>\n<dd>Thy knotted and combined locks to part<\/dd>\n<dd>And each particular hair to stand on end,<\/dd>\n<dd>Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:<\/dd>\n<dd>But this eternal blazon must not be<\/dd>\n<dd>To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!<\/dd>\n<dd>If thou didst ever thy dear father love&#8211;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>O God!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Murder!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>Murder most foul, as in the best it is;<\/dd>\n<dd>But this most foul, strange and unnatural.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Haste me to know&#8217;t, that I, with wings as swift<\/dd>\n<dd>As meditation or the thoughts of love,<\/dd>\n<dd>May sweep to my revenge.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>I find thee apt;<\/dd>\n<dd>And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed<\/dd>\n<dd>That roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,<\/dd>\n<dd>Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear:<\/dd>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,<\/dd>\n<dd>A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark<\/dd>\n<dd>Is by a forged process of my death<\/dd>\n<dd>Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,<\/dd>\n<dd>The serpent that did sting thy father&#8217;s life<\/dd>\n<dd>Now wears his crown.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>O my prophetic soul! My uncle!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast,<\/dd>\n<dd>With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<dd>O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power<\/dd>\n<dd>So to seduce!&#8211;won to his shameful lust<\/dd>\n<dd>The will of my most seeming-virtuous queen:<\/dd>\n<dd>O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!<\/dd>\n<dd>From me, whose love was of that dignity<\/dd>\n<dd>That it went hand in hand even with the vow<\/dd>\n<dd>I made to her in marriage, and to decline<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon a wretch whose natural gifts were poor<\/dd>\n<dd>To those of mine!<\/dd>\n<dd>But virtue, as it never will be moved,<\/dd>\n<dd>Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven,<\/dd>\n<dd>So lust, though to a radiant angel link&#8217;d,<\/dd>\n<dd>Will sate itself in a celestial bed,<\/dd>\n<dd>And prey on garbage.<\/dd>\n<dd>But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;<\/dd>\n<dd>Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,<\/dd>\n<dd>My custom always of the afternoon,<\/dd>\n<dd>Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,<\/dd>\n<dd>With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial,<\/dd>\n<dd>And in the porches of my ears did pour<\/dd>\n<dd>The leperous distilment; whose effect<\/dd>\n<dd>Holds such an enmity with blood of man<\/dd>\n<dd>That swift as quicksilver it courses through<\/dd>\n<dd>The natural gates and alleys of the body,<\/dd>\n<dd>And with a sudden vigour doth posset<\/dd>\n<dd>And curd, like eager droppings into milk,<\/dd>\n<dd>The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine;<\/dd>\n<dd>And a most instant tetter bark&#8217;d about,<\/dd>\n<dd>Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust,<\/dd>\n<dd>All my smooth body.<\/dd>\n<dd>Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother&#8217;s hand<\/dd>\n<dd>Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch&#8217;d:<\/dd>\n<dd>Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,<\/dd>\n<dd>Unhousel&#8217;d, disappointed, unanel&#8217;d,<\/dd>\n<dd>No reckoning made, but sent to my account<\/dd>\n<dd>With all my imperfections on my head:<\/dd>\n<dd>O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!<\/dd>\n<dd>If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not;<\/dd>\n<dd>Let not the royal bed of Denmark be<\/dd>\n<dd>A couch for luxury and damned incest.<\/dd>\n<dd>But, howsoever thou pursuest this act,<\/dd>\n<dd>Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive<\/dd>\n<dd>Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven<\/dd>\n<dd>And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,<\/dd>\n<dd>To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once!<\/dd>\n<dd>The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,<\/dd>\n<dd>And &#8216;gins to pale his uneffectual fire:<\/dd>\n<dd>Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Exit<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else?<\/dd>\n<dd>And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart;<\/dd>\n<dd>And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,<\/dd>\n<dd>But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee!<\/dd>\n<dd>Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat<\/dd>\n<dd>In this distracted globe. Remember thee!<\/dd>\n<dd>Yea, from the table of my memory<\/dd>\n<dd>I&#8217;ll wipe away all trivial fond records,<\/dd>\n<dd>All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past,<\/dd>\n<dd>That youth and observation copied there;<\/dd>\n<dd>And thy commandment all alone shall live<\/dd>\n<dd>Within the book and volume of my brain,<\/dd>\n<dd>Unmix&#8217;d with baser matter: yes, by heaven!<\/dd>\n<dd>O most pernicious woman!<\/dd>\n<dd>O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!<\/dd>\n<dd>My tables,&#8211;meet it is I set it down,<\/dd>\n<dd>That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;<\/dd>\n<dd>At least I&#8217;m sure it may be so in Denmark:<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Writing<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;<\/dd>\n<dd>It is &#8216;Adieu, adieu! remember me.&#8217;<\/dd>\n<dd>I have sworn &#8216;t.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>[Within] My lord, my lord,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>[Within] Lord Hamlet,&#8211;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>[Within] Heaven secure him!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>So be it!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>[Within] Hillo, ho, ho, my lord!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Hillo, ho, ho, boy! come, bird, come.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>Enter Horatio and Marcellus<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>How is&#8217;t, my noble lord?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>What news, my lord?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>O, wonderful!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Good my lord, tell it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>No; you&#8217;ll reveal it.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>Not I, my lord, by heaven.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Nor I, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>How say you, then; would heart of man once think it?<\/dd>\n<dd>But you&#8217;ll be secret?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dt>Marcellus<\/dt>\n<dd>Ay, by heaven, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>There&#8217;s ne&#8217;er a villain dwelling in all Denmark<\/dd>\n<dd>But he&#8217;s an arrant knave.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave<\/dd>\n<dd>To tell us this.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Why, right; you are i&#8217; the right;<\/dd>\n<dd>And so, without more circumstance at all,<\/dd>\n<dd>I hold it fit that we shake hands and part:<\/dd>\n<dd>You, as your business and desire shall point you;<\/dd>\n<dd>For every man has business and desire,<\/dd>\n<dd>Such as it is; and for mine own poor part,<\/dd>\n<dd>Look you, I&#8217;ll go pray.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>These are but wild and whirling words, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>I&#8217;m sorry they offend you, heartily;<\/dd>\n<dd>Yes, &#8216;faith heartily.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>There&#8217;s no offence, my lord.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio,<\/dd>\n<dd>And much offence too. Touching this vision here,<\/dd>\n<dd>It is an honest ghost, that let me tell you:<\/dd>\n<dd>For your desire to know what is between us,<\/dd>\n<dd>O&#8217;ermaster &#8216;t as you may. 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Once more remove, good friends.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Horatio<\/dt>\n<dd>O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.<\/dd>\n<dd>There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,<\/dd>\n<dd>Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;<\/dd>\n<dd>Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,<\/dd>\n<dd>How strange or odd soe&#8217;er I bear myself,<\/dd>\n<dd>As I perchance hereafter shall think meet<\/dd>\n<dd>To put an antic disposition on,<\/dd>\n<dd>That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,<\/dd>\n<dd>With arms encumber&#8217;d thus, or this headshake,<\/dd>\n<dd>Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,<\/dd>\n<dd>As &#8216;Well, well, we know,&#8217; or &#8216;We could, an if we would,&#8217;<\/dd>\n<dd>Or &#8216;If we list to speak,&#8217; or &#8216;There be, an if they might,&#8217;<\/dd>\n<dd>Or such ambiguous giving out, to note<\/dd>\n<dd>That you know aught of me: this not to do,<\/dd>\n<dd>So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Ghost<\/dt>\n<dd>[Beneath] Swear.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dt>Hamlet<\/dt>\n<dd>Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p><i>They swear<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>So, gentlemen,<\/dd>\n<dd>With all my love I do commend me to you:<\/dd>\n<dd>And what so poor a man as Hamlet is<\/dd>\n<dd>May do, to express his love and friending to you,<\/dd>\n<dd>God willing, shall not lack. 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