| ACT III SCENE II | A hall in the castle. | |
| | Enter HAMLET and Players | |
| HAMLET | Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to | |
| | you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, | |
| | as many of your players do, I had as lief the | |
| | town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air | 5 |
| | too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; | |
| | for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, | |
| | the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget | |
| | a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it | |
| | offends me to the soul to hear a robustious | 10 |
| | periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to | |
| | very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who | |
| | for the most part are capable of nothing but | |
| | inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have such | |
| | a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it | 15 |
| | out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it. | |
| First Player | I warrant your honour. | |
| HAMLET | Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion | |
| | be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the | |
| | word to the action; with this special o'erstep not | 20 |
| | the modesty of nature: for any thing so overdone is | |
| | from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the | |
| | first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the | |
| | mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, | |
| | scorn her own image, and the very age and body of | 25 |
| | the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone, | |
| | or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful | |
| | laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the | |
| | censure of the which one must in your allowance | |
| | o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be | 30 |
| | players that I have seen play, and heard others | |
| | praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, | |
| | that, neither having the accent of Christians nor | |
| | the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so | |
| | strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of | 35 |
| | nature's journeymen had made men and not made them | |
| | well, they imitated humanity so abominably. | |
| First Player | I hope we have reformed that indifferently with us, | |
| | sir. | |
| HAMLET | O, reform it altogether. And let those that play | 40 |
| | your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; | |
| | for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to | |
| | set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh | |
| | too; though, in the mean time, some necessary | |
| | question of the play be then to be considered: | 45 |
| | that's villanous, and shows a most pitiful ambition | |
| | in the fool that uses it. Go, make you ready. | |
| | Exeunt Players | |
| | Enter POLONIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN | |
| | How now, my lord! I will the king hear this piece of work? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | And the queen too, and that presently. | |
| HAMLET | Bid the players make haste. | 50 |
| | Exit POLONIUS | |
| | Will you two help to hasten them? | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | | | |
| | | We will, my lord. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | | | |
| | Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN | |
| HAMLET | What ho! Horatio! | 55 |
| | Enter HORATIO | |
| HORATIO | Here, sweet lord, at your service. | |
| HAMLET | Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man | |
| | As e'er my conversation coped withal. | |
| HORATIO | O, my dear lord,-- | |
| HAMLET | Nay, do not think I flatter; | 60 |
| | For what advancement may I hope from thee | |
| | That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, | |
| | To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flatter'd? | |
| | No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, | |
| | And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee | 65 |
| | Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? | |
| | Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice | |
| | And could of men distinguish, her election | |
| | Hath seal'd thee for herself; for thou hast been | |
| | As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing, | 70 |
| | A man that fortune's buffets and rewards | |
| | Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are those | |
| | Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, | |
| | That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger | |
| | To sound what stop she please. Give me that man | 75 |
| | That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him | |
| | In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, | |
| | As I do thee.--Something too much of this.-- | |
| | There is a play to-night before the king; | |
| | One scene of it comes near the circumstance | 80 |
| | Which I have told thee of my father's death: | |
| | I prithee, when thou seest that act afoot, | |
| | Even with the very comment of thy soul | |
| | Observe mine uncle: if his occulted guilt | |
| | Do not itself unkennel in one speech, | 85 |
| | It is a damned ghost that we have seen, | |
| | And my imaginations are as foul | |
| | As Vulcan's stithy. Give him heedful note; | |
| | For I mine eyes will rivet to his face, | |
| | And after we will both our judgments join | 90 |
| | In censure of his seeming. | |
| HORATIO | Well, my lord: | |
| | If he steal aught the whilst this play is playing, | |
| | And 'scape detecting, I will pay the theft. | |
| HAMLET | They are coming to the play; I must be idle: | 95 |
| | Get you a place. | |
| | Danish march. A flourish. Enter KING CLAUDIUS,QUEEN GERTRUDE, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ,GUILDENSTERN, and others | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | How fares our cousin Hamlet? | |
| HAMLET | Excellent, i' faith; of the chameleon's dish: I eat | |
| | the air, promise-crammed: you cannot feed capons so. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | I have nothing with this answer, Hamlet; these words | 100 |
| | are not mine. | |
| HAMLET | No, nor mine now. | |
| | To POLONIUS | |
| | My lord, you played once i' the university, you say? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | That did I, my lord; and was accounted a good actor. | |
| HAMLET | What did you enact? | 105 |
| LORD POLONIUS | I did enact Julius Caesar: I was killed i' the | |
| | Capitol; Brutus killed me. | |
| HAMLET | It was a brute part of him to kill so capital a calf | |
| | there. Be the players ready? | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Ay, my lord; they stay upon your patience. | 110 |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me. | |
| HAMLET | No, good mother, here's metal more attractive. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | To KING CLAUDIUS | |
| HAMLET | Lady, shall I lie in your lap? | |
| | Lying down at OPHELIA's feet | |
| OPHELIA | No, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | I mean, my head upon your lap? | 115 |
| OPHELIA | Ay, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Do you think I meant country matters? | |
| OPHELIA | I think nothing, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. | |
| OPHELIA | What is, my lord? | 120 |
| HAMLET | Nothing. | |
| OPHELIA | You are merry, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Who, I? | |
| OPHELIA | Ay, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | O God, your only jig-maker. What should a man do | 125 |
| | but be merry? for, look you, how cheerfully my | |
| | mother looks, and my father died within these two hours. | |
| OPHELIA | Nay, 'tis twice two months, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | So long? Nay then, let the devil wear black, for | |
| | I'll have a suit of sables. O heavens! die two | 130 |
| | months ago, and not forgotten yet? Then there's | |
| | hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half | |
| | a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, | |
| | then; or else shall he suffer not thinking on, with | |
| | the hobby-horse, whose epitaph is 'For, O, for, O, | 135 |
| | the hobby-horse is forgot.' | |
| | Hautboys play. The dumb-show enters | |
| | Enter a King and a Queen very lovingly; the Queenembracing him, and he her. She kneels, and makesshow of protestation unto him. He takes her up,and declines his head upon her neck: lays him downupon a bank of flowers: she, seeing him asleep,leaves him. An | |
| | Exeunt | |
| OPHELIA | What means this, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief. | |
| OPHELIA | Belike this show imports the argument of the play. | |
| | Enter Prologue | |
| HAMLET | We shall know by this fellow: the players cannot | 140 |
| | keep counsel; they'll tell all. | |
| OPHELIA | Will he tell us what this show meant? | |
| HAMLET | Ay, or any show that you'll show him: be not you | |
| | ashamed to show, he'll not shame to tell you what it means. | |
| OPHELIA | You are naught, you are naught: I'll mark the play. | 145 |
| Prologue | For us, and for our tragedy, | |
| | Here stooping to your clemency, | |
| | We beg your hearing patiently. | |
| | Exit | |
| HAMLET | Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? | |
| OPHELIA | 'Tis brief, my lord. | 150 |
| HAMLET | As woman's love. | |
| | Enter two Players, King and Queen | |
| Player King | Full thirty times hath Phoebus' cart gone round | |
| | Neptune's salt wash and Tellus' orbed ground, | |
| | And thirty dozen moons with borrow'd sheen | |
| | About the world have times twelve thirties been, | 155 |
| | Since love our hearts and Hymen did our hands | |
| | Unite commutual in most sacred bands. | |
| Player Queen | So many journeys may the sun and moon | |
| | Make us again count o'er ere love be done! | |
| | But, woe is me, you are so sick of late, | 160 |
| | So far from cheer and from your former state, | |
| | That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust, | |
| | Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must: | |
| | For women's fear and love holds quantity; | |
| | In neither aught, or in extremity. | 165 |
| | Now, what my love is, proof hath made you know; | |
| | And as my love is sized, my fear is so: | |
| | Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; | |
| | Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. | |
| Player King | 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly too; | 170 |
| | My operant powers their functions leave to do: | |
| | And thou shalt live in this fair world behind, | |
| | Honour'd, beloved; and haply one as kind | |
| | For husband shalt thou-- | |
| Player Queen | O, confound the rest! | 175 |
| | Such love must needs be treason in my breast: | |
| | In second husband let me be accurst! | |
| | None wed the second but who kill'd the first. | |
| HAMLET | Aside | |
| Player Queen | The instances that second marriage move | |
| | Are base respects of thrift, but none of love: | 180 |
| | A second time I kill my husband dead, | |
| | When second husband kisses me in bed. | |
| Player King | I do believe you think what now you speak; | |
| | But what we do determine oft we break. | |
| | Purpose is but the slave to memory, | 185 |
| | Of violent birth, but poor validity; | |
| | Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree; | |
| | But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be. | |
| | Most necessary 'tis that we forget | |
| | To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt: | 190 |
| | What to ourselves in passion we propose, | |
| | The passion ending, doth the purpose lose. | |
| | The violence of either grief or joy | |
| | Their own enactures with themselves destroy: | |
| | Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament; | 195 |
| | Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. | |
| | This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange | |
| | That even our loves should with our fortunes change; | |
| | For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, | |
| | Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love. | 200 |
| | The great man down, you mark his favourite flies; | |
| | The poor advanced makes friends of enemies. | |
| | And hitherto doth love on fortune tend; | |
| | For who not needs shall never lack a friend, | |
| | And who in want a hollow friend doth try, | 205 |
| | Directly seasons him his enemy. | |
| | But, orderly to end where I begun, | |
| | Our wills and fates do so contrary run | |
| | That our devices still are overthrown; | |
| | Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own: | 210 |
| | So think thou wilt no second husband wed; | |
| | But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. | |
| Player Queen | Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven light! | |
| | Sport and repose lock from me day and night! | |
| | To desperation turn my trust and hope! | 215 |
| | An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope! | |
| | Each opposite that blanks the face of joy | |
| | Meet what I would have well and it destroy! | |
| | Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, | |
| | If, once a widow, ever I be wife! | 220 |
| HAMLET | If she should break it now! | |
| Player King | 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here awhile; | |
| | My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile | |
| | The tedious day with sleep. | |
| | Sleeps | |
| Player Queen | Sleep rock thy brain, | 225 |
| | And never come mischance between us twain! | |
| | Exit | |
| HAMLET | Madam, how like you this play? | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | The lady protests too much, methinks. | |
| HAMLET | O, but she'll keep her word. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Have you heard the argument? Is there no offence in 't? | 230 |
| HAMLET | No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest; no offence | |
| | i' the world. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | What do you call the play? | |
| HAMLET | The Mouse-trap. Marry, how? Tropically. This play | |
| | is the image of a murder done in Vienna: Gonzago is | 235 |
| | the duke's name; his wife, Baptista: you shall see | |
| | anon; 'tis a knavish piece of work: but what o' | |
| | that? your majesty and we that have free souls, it | |
| | touches us not: let the galled jade wince, our | |
| | withers are unwrung. | 240 |
| | Enter LUCIANUS | |
| | This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king. | |
| OPHELIA | You are as good as a chorus, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | I could interpret between you and your love, if I | |
| | could see the puppets dallying. | |
| OPHELIA | You are keen, my lord, you are keen. | 245 |
| HAMLET | It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge. | |
| OPHELIA | Still better, and worse. | |
| HAMLET | So you must take your husbands. Begin, murderer; | |
| | pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Come: | |
| | 'the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.' | 250 |
| LUCIANUS | Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; | |
| | Confederate season, else no creature seeing; | |
| | Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, | |
| | With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, | |
| | Thy natural magic and dire property, | 255 |
| | On wholesome life usurp immediately. | |
| | Pours the poison into the sleeper's ears | |
| HAMLET | He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His | |
| | name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ in | |
| | choice Italian: you shall see anon how the murderer | |
| | gets the love of Gonzago's wife. | 260 |
| OPHELIA | The king rises. | |
| HAMLET | What, frighted with false fire! | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | How fares my lord? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Give o'er the play. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Give me some light: away! | 265 |
| All | Lights, lights, lights! | |
| | Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO | |
| HAMLET | Why, let the stricken deer go weep, | |
| | The hart ungalled play; | |
| | For some must watch, while some must sleep: | |
| | So runs the world away. | 270 |
| | Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if | |
| | the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two | |
| | Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a | |
| | fellowship in a cry of players, sir? | |
| HORATIO | Half a share. | 275 |
| HAMLET | A whole one, I. | |
| | For thou dost know, O Damon dear, | |
| | This realm dismantled was | |
| | Of Jove himself; and now reigns here | |
| | A very, very--pajock. | 280 |
| HORATIO | You might have rhymed. | |
| HAMLET | O good Horatio, I'll take the ghost's word for a | |
| | thousand pound. Didst perceive? | |
| HORATIO | Very well, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | Upon the talk of the poisoning? | 285 |
| HORATIO | I did very well note him. | |
| HAMLET | Ah, ha! Come, some music! come, the recorders! | |
| | For if the king like not the comedy, | |
| | Why then, belike, he likes it not, perdy. | |
| | Come, some music! | 290 |
| | Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN | |
| GUILDENSTERN | Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. | |
| HAMLET | Sir, a whole history. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | The king, sir,-- | |
| HAMLET | Ay, sir, what of him? | |
| GUILDENSTERN | Is in his retirement marvellous distempered. | 295 |
| HAMLET | With drink, sir? | |
| GUILDENSTERN | No, my lord, rather with choler. | |
| HAMLET | Your wisdom should show itself more richer to | |
| | signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him | |
| | to his purgation would perhaps plunge him into far | 300 |
| | more choler. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame and | |
| | start not so wildly from my affair. | |
| HAMLET | I am tame, sir: pronounce. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | The queen, your mother, in most great affliction of | 305 |
| | spirit, hath sent me to you. | |
| HAMLET | You are welcome. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of the right | |
| | breed. If it shall please you to make me a | |
| | wholesome answer, I will do your mother's | 310 |
| | commandment: if not, your pardon and my return | |
| | shall be the end of my business. | |
| HAMLET | Sir, I cannot. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | What, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased: but, | 315 |
| | sir, such answer as I can make, you shall command; | |
| | or, rather, as you say, my mother: therefore no | |
| | more, but to the matter: my mother, you say,-- | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Then thus she says; your behavior hath struck her | |
| | into amazement and admiration. | 320 |
| HAMLET | O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! But | |
| | is there no sequel at the heels of this mother's | |
| | admiration? Impart. | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | She desires to speak with you in her closet, ere you | |
| | go to bed. | 325 |
| HAMLET | We shall obey, were she ten times our mother. Have | |
| | you any further trade with us? | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | My lord, you once did love me. | |
| HAMLET | So I do still, by these pickers and stealers. | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? you | 330 |
| | do, surely, bar the door upon your own liberty, if | |
| | you deny your griefs to your friend. | |
| HAMLET | Sir, I lack advancement. | |
| ROSENCRANTZ | How can that be, when you have the voice of the king | |
| | himself for your succession in Denmark? | 335 |
| HAMLET | Ay, but sir, 'While the grass grows,'--the proverb | |
| | is something musty. | |
| | Re-enter Players with recorders | |
| | O, the recorders! let me see one. To withdraw with | |
| | you:--why do you go about to recover the wind of me, | |
| | as if you would drive me into a toil? | 340 |
| GUILDENSTERN | O, my lord, if my duty be too bold, my love is too | |
| | unmannerly. | |
| HAMLET | I do not well understand that. Will you play upon | |
| | this pipe? | |
| GUILDENSTERN | My lord, I cannot. | 345 |
| HAMLET | I pray you. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | Believe me, I cannot. | |
| HAMLET | I do beseech you. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | I know no touch of it, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | 'Tis as easy as lying: govern these ventages with | 350 |
| | your lingers and thumb, give it breath with your | |
| | mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent music. | |
| | Look you, these are the stops. | |
| GUILDENSTERN | But these cannot I command to any utterance of | |
| | harmony; I have not the skill. | 355 |
| HAMLET | Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of | |
| | me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know | |
| | my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my | |
| | mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to | |
| | the top of my compass: and there is much music, | 360 |
| | excellent voice, in this little organ; yet cannot | |
| | you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am | |
| | easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what | |
| | instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you | |
| | cannot play upon me. | 365 |
| | Enter POLONIUS | |
| | God bless you, sir! | |
| LORD POLONIUS | My lord, the queen would speak with you, and | |
| | presently. | |
| HAMLET | Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. | 370 |
| HAMLET | Methinks it is like a weasel. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | It is backed like a weasel. | |
| HAMLET | Or like a whale? | |
| LORD POLONIUS | Very like a whale. | |
| HAMLET | Then I will come to my mother by and by. They fool | 375 |
| | me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by. | |
| LORD POLONIUS | I will say so. | |
| HAMLET | By and by is easily said. | |
| | Exit POLONIUS | |
| | Leave me, friends. | |
| | Exeunt all but HAMLET | |
| | Tis now the very witching time of night, | 380 |
| | When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out | |
| | Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, | |
| | And do such bitter business as the day | |
| | Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother. | |
| | O heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever | 385 |
| | The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: | |
| | Let me be cruel, not unnatural: | |
| | I will speak daggers to her, but use none; | |
| | My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites; | |
| | How in my words soever she be shent, | 390 |
| | To give them seals never, my soul, consent! | |
| | Exit | |