| ACT V SCENE II | A hall in the castle. | |
| | Enter HAMLET and HORATIO | |
| HAMLET | So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; | |
| | You do remember all the circumstance? | |
| HORATIO | Remember it, my lord? | |
| HAMLET | Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting, | 5 |
| | That would not let me sleep: methought I lay | |
| | Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly, | |
| | And praised be rashness for it, let us know, | |
| | Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, | |
| | When our deep plots do pall: and that should teach us | 10 |
| | There's a divinity that shapes our ends, | |
| | Rough-hew them how we will,-- | |
| HORATIO | That is most certain. | |
| HAMLET | Up from my cabin, | |
| | My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark | 15 |
| | Groped I to find out them; had my desire. | |
| | Finger'd their packet, and in fine withdrew | |
| | To mine own room again; making so bold, | |
| | My fears forgetting manners, to unseal | |
| | Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- | 20 |
| | O royal knavery!--an exact command, | |
| | Larded with many several sorts of reasons | |
| | Importing Denmark's health and England's too, | |
| | With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, | |
| | That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, | 25 |
| | No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, | |
| | My head should be struck off. | |
| HORATIO | Is't possible? | |
| HAMLET | Here's the commission: read it at more leisure. | |
| | But wilt thou hear me how I did proceed? | 30 |
| HORATIO | I beseech you. | |
| HAMLET | Being thus be-netted round with villanies,-- | |
| | Ere I could make a prologue to my brains, | |
| | They had begun the play--I sat me down, | |
| | Devised a new commission, wrote it fair: | 35 |
| | I once did hold it, as our statists do, | |
| | A baseness to write fair and labour'd much | |
| | How to forget that learning, but, sir, now | |
| | It did me yeoman's service: wilt thou know | |
| | The effect of what I wrote? | 40 |
| HORATIO | Ay, good my lord. | |
| HAMLET | An earnest conjuration from the king, | |
| | As England was his faithful tributary, | |
| | As love between them like the palm might flourish, | |
| | As peace should stiff her wheaten garland wear | 45 |
| | And stand a comma 'tween their amities, | |
| | And many such-like 'As'es of great charge, | |
| | That, on the view and knowing of these contents, | |
| | Without debatement further, more or less, | |
| | He should the bearers put to sudden death, | 50 |
| | Not shriving-time allow'd. | |
| HORATIO | How was this seal'd? | |
| HAMLET | Why, even in that was heaven ordinant. | |
| | I had my father's signet in my purse, | |
| | Which was the model of that Danish seal; | 55 |
| | Folded the writ up in form of the other, | |
| | Subscribed it, gave't the impression, placed it safely, | |
| | The changeling never known. Now, the next day | |
| | Was our sea-fight; and what to this was sequent | |
| | Thou know'st already. | 60 |
| HORATIO | So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't. | |
| HAMLET | Why, man, they did make love to this employment; | |
| | They are not near my conscience; their defeat | |
| | Does by their own insinuation grow: | |
| | 'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes | 65 |
| | Between the pass and fell incensed points | |
| | Of mighty opposites. | |
| HORATIO | Why, what a king is this! | |
| HAMLET | Does it not, think'st thee, stand me now upon-- | |
| | He that hath kill'd my king and whored my mother, | 70 |
| | Popp'd in between the election and my hopes, | |
| | Thrown out his angle for my proper life, | |
| | And with such cozenage--is't not perfect conscience, | |
| | To quit him with this arm? and is't not to be damn'd, | |
| | To let this canker of our nature come | 75 |
| | In further evil? | |
| HORATIO | It must be shortly known to him from England | |
| | What is the issue of the business there. | |
| HAMLET | It will be short: the interim is mine; | |
| | And a man's life's no more than to say 'One.' | 80 |
| | But I am very sorry, good Horatio, | |
| | That to Laertes I forgot myself; | |
| | For, by the image of my cause, I see | |
| | The portraiture of his: I'll court his favours. | |
| | But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me | 85 |
| | Into a towering passion. | |
| HORATIO | Peace! who comes here? | |
| | Enter OSRIC | |
| OSRIC | Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. | |
| HAMLET | I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly? | |
| HORATIO | No, my good lord. | 90 |
| HAMLET | Thy state is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to | |
| | know him. He hath much land, and fertile: let a | |
| | beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall stand at | |
| | the king's mess: 'tis a chough; but, as I say, | |
| | spacious in the possession of dirt. | 95 |
| OSRIC | Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I | |
| | should impart a thing to you from his majesty. | |
| HAMLET | I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of | |
| | spirit. Put your bonnet to his right use; 'tis for the head. | |
| OSRIC | I thank your lordship, it is very hot. | 100 |
| HAMLET | No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is | |
| | northerly. | |
| OSRIC | It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. | |
| HAMLET | But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my | |
| | complexion. | 105 |
| OSRIC | Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as | |
| | 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his | |
| | majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a | |
| | great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,-- | |
| HAMLET | I beseech you, remember-- | 110 |
| | HAMLET moves him to put on his hat | |
| OSRIC | Nay, good my lord; for mine ease, in good faith. | |
| | Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe | |
| | me, an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent | |
| | differences, of very soft society and great showing: | |
| | indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or | 115 |
| | calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the | |
| | continent of what part a gentleman would see. | |
| HAMLET | Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you; | |
| | though, I know, to divide him inventorially would | |
| | dizzy the arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw | 120 |
| | neither, in respect of his quick sail. But, in the | |
| | verity of extolment, I take him to be a soul of | |
| | great article; and his infusion of such dearth and | |
| | rareness, as, to make true diction of him, his | |
| | semblable is his mirror; and who else would trace | 125 |
| | him, his umbrage, nothing more. | |
| OSRIC | Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him. | |
| HAMLET | The concernancy, sir? why do we wrap the gentleman | |
| | in our more rawer breath? | |
| OSRIC | Sir? | 130 |
| HORATIO | Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? | |
| | You will do't, sir, really. | |
| HAMLET | What imports the nomination of this gentleman? | |
| OSRIC | Of Laertes? | |
| HORATIO | His purse is empty already; all's golden words are spent. | 135 |
| HAMLET | Of him, sir. | |
| OSRIC | I know you are not ignorant-- | |
| HAMLET | I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, | |
| | it would not much approve me. Well, sir? | |
| OSRIC | You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is-- | 140 |
| HAMLET | I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with | |
| | him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to | |
| | know himself. | |
| OSRIC | I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation | |
| | laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed. | 145 |
| HAMLET | What's his weapon? | |
| OSRIC | Rapier and dagger. | |
| HAMLET | That's two of his weapons: but, well. | |
| OSRIC | The king, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary | |
| | horses: against the which he has imponed, as I take | 150 |
| | it, six French rapiers and poniards, with their | |
| | assigns, as girdle, hangers, and so: three of the | |
| | carriages, in faith, are very dear to fancy, very | |
| | responsive to the hilts, most delicate carriages, | |
| | and of very liberal conceit. | 155 |
| HAMLET | What call you the carriages? | |
| HORATIO | I knew you must be edified by the margent ere you had done. | |
| OSRIC | The carriages, sir, are the hangers. | |
| HAMLET | The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we | |
| | could carry cannon by our sides: I would it might | 160 |
| | be hangers till then. But, on: six Barbary horses | |
| | against six French swords, their assigns, and three | |
| | liberal-conceited carriages; that's the French bet | |
| | against the Danish. Why is this 'imponed,' as you call it? | |
| OSRIC | The king, sir, hath laid, that in a dozen passes | 165 |
| | between yourself and him, he shall not exceed you | |
| | three hits: he hath laid on twelve for nine; and it | |
| | would come to immediate trial, if your lordship | |
| | would vouchsafe the answer. | |
| HAMLET | How if I answer 'no'? | 170 |
| OSRIC | I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person in trial. | |
| HAMLET | Sir, I will walk here in the hall: if it please his | |
| | majesty, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let | |
| | the foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the | |
| | king hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can; | 175 |
| | if not, I will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits. | |
| OSRIC | Shall I re-deliver you e'en so? | |
| HAMLET | To this effect, sir; after what flourish your nature will. | |
| OSRIC | I commend my duty to your lordship. | |
| HAMLET | Yours, yours. | 180 |
| | Exit OSRIC | |
| | He does well to commend it himself; there are no | |
| | tongues else for's turn. | |
| HORATIO | This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head. | |
| HAMLET | He did comply with his dug, before he sucked it. | |
| | Thus has he--and many more of the same bevy that I | 185 |
| | know the dressy age dotes on--only got the tune of | |
| | the time and outward habit of encounter; a kind of | |
| | yesty collection, which carries them through and | |
| | through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do | |
| | but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out. | 190 |
| | Enter a Lord | |
| Lord | My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young | |
| | Osric, who brings back to him that you attend him in | |
| | the hall: he sends to know if your pleasure hold to | |
| | play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time. | |
| HAMLET | I am constant to my purpose; they follow the king's | 195 |
| | pleasure: if his fitness speaks, mine is ready; now | |
| | or whensoever, provided I be so able as now. | |
| Lord | The king and queen and all are coming down. | |
| HAMLET | In happy time. | |
| Lord | The queen desires you to use some gentle | 200 |
| | entertainment to Laertes before you fall to play. | |
| HAMLET | She well instructs me. | |
| | Exit Lord | |
| HORATIO | You will lose this wager, my lord. | |
| HAMLET | I do not think so: since he went into France, I | |
| | have been in continual practise: I shall win at the | 205 |
| | odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here | |
| | about my heart: but it is no matter. | |
| HORATIO | Nay, good my lord,-- | |
| HAMLET | It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of | |
| | gain-giving, as would perhaps trouble a woman. | 210 |
| HORATIO | If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will | |
| | forestall their repair hither, and say you are not | |
| | fit. | |
| HAMLET | Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special | |
| | providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, | 215 |
| | 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be | |
| | now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the | |
| | readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he | |
| | leaves, what is't to leave betimes? | |
| | Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, LAERTES,Lords, OSRIC, and Attendants with foils, &c | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me. | 220 |
| | KING CLAUDIUS puts LAERTES' hand into HAMLET's | |
| HAMLET | Give me your pardon, sir: I've done you wrong; | |
| | But pardon't, as you are a gentleman. | |
| | This presence knows, | |
| | And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd | |
| | With sore distraction. What I have done, | 225 |
| | That might your nature, honour and exception | |
| | Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. | |
| | Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet: | |
| | If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, | |
| | And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, | 230 |
| | Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. | |
| | Who does it, then? His madness: if't be so, | |
| | Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; | |
| | His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. | |
| | Sir, in this audience, | 235 |
| | Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil | |
| | Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, | |
| | That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, | |
| | And hurt my brother. | |
| LAERTES | I am satisfied in nature, | 240 |
| | Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most | |
| | To my revenge: but in my terms of honour | |
| | I stand aloof; and will no reconcilement, | |
| | Till by some elder masters, of known honour, | |
| | I have a voice and precedent of peace, | 245 |
| | To keep my name ungored. But till that time, | |
| | I do receive your offer'd love like love, | |
| | And will not wrong it. | |
| HAMLET | I embrace it freely; | |
| | And will this brother's wager frankly play. | 250 |
| | Give us the foils. Come on. | |
| LAERTES | Come, one for me. | |
| HAMLET | I'll be your foil, Laertes: in mine ignorance | |
| | Your skill shall, like a star i' the darkest night, | |
| | Stick fiery off indeed. | 255 |
| LAERTES | You mock me, sir. | |
| HAMLET | No, by this hand. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Give them the foils, young Osric. Cousin Hamlet, | |
| | You know the wager? | |
| HAMLET | Very well, my lord | 260 |
| | Your grace hath laid the odds o' the weaker side. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | I do not fear it; I have seen you both: | |
| | But since he is better'd, we have therefore odds. | |
| LAERTES | This is too heavy, let me see another. | |
| HAMLET | This likes me well. These foils have all a length? | 265 |
| | They prepare to play | |
| OSRIC | Ay, my good lord. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Set me the stoops of wine upon that table. | |
| | If Hamlet give the first or second hit, | |
| | Or quit in answer of the third exchange, | |
| | Let all the battlements their ordnance fire: | 270 |
| | The king shall drink to Hamlet's better breath; | |
| | And in the cup an union shall he throw, | |
| | Richer than that which four successive kings | |
| | In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups; | |
| | And let the kettle to the trumpet speak, | 275 |
| | The trumpet to the cannoneer without, | |
| | The cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth, | |
| | 'Now the king dunks to Hamlet.' Come, begin: | |
| | And you, the judges, bear a wary eye. | |
| HAMLET | Come on, sir. | 280 |
| LAERTES | Come, my lord. | |
| | They play | |
| HAMLET | One. | |
| LAERTES | No. | |
| HAMLET | Judgment. | |
| OSRIC | A hit, a very palpable hit. | 285 |
| LAERTES | Well; again. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine; | |
| | Here's to thy health. | |
| | Trumpets sound, and cannon shot off within | |
| | Give him the cup. | |
| HAMLET | I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come. | 290 |
| | They play | |
| | Another hit; what say you? | |
| LAERTES | A touch, a touch, I do confess. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Our son shall win. | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | He's fat, and scant of breath. | |
| | Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows; | 295 |
| | The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet. | |
| HAMLET | Good madam! | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Gertrude, do not drink. | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Aside | |
| HAMLET | I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by. | 300 |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | Come, let me wipe thy face. | |
| LAERTES | My lord, I'll hit him now. | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | I do not think't. | |
| LAERTES | Aside | |
| HAMLET | Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally; | |
| | I pray you, pass with your best violence; | 305 |
| | I am afeard you make a wanton of me. | |
| LAERTES | Say you so? come on. | |
| | They play | |
| OSRIC | Nothing, neither way. | |
| LAERTES | Have at you now! | |
| | LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, theychange rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | Part them; they are incensed. | 310 |
| HAMLET | Nay, come, again. | |
| | QUEEN GERTRUDE falls | |
| OSRIC | Look to the queen there, ho! | |
| HORATIO | They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord? | |
| OSRIC | How is't, Laertes? | |
| LAERTES | Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric; | 315 |
| | I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. | |
| HAMLET | How does the queen? | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | She swounds to see them bleed. | |
| QUEEN GERTRUDE | No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- | |
| | The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. | 320 |
| | Dies | |
| HAMLET | O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd: | |
| | Treachery! Seek it out. | |
| LAERTES | It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; | |
| | No medicine in the world can do thee good; | |
| | In thee there is not half an hour of life; | 325 |
| | The treacherous instrument is in thy hand, | |
| | Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise | |
| | Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie, | |
| | Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: | |
| | I can no more: the king, the king's to blame. | 330 |
| HAMLET | The point!--envenom'd too! | |
| | Then, venom, to thy work. | |
| | Stabs KING CLAUDIUS | |
| All | Treason! treason! | |
| KING CLAUDIUS | O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt. | |
| HAMLET | Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, | 335 |
| | Drink off this potion. Is thy union here? | |
| | Follow my mother. | |
| | KING CLAUDIUS dies | |
| LAERTES | He is justly served; | |
| | It is a poison temper'd by himself. | |
| | Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: | 340 |
| | Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, | |
| | Nor thine on me. | |
| | Dies | |
| HAMLET | Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee. | |
| | I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu! | |
| | You that look pale and tremble at this chance, | 345 |
| | That are but mutes or audience to this act, | |
| | Had I but time--as this fell sergeant, death, | |
| | Is strict in his arrest--O, I could tell you-- | |
| | But let it be. Horatio, I am dead; | |
| | Thou livest; report me and my cause aright | 350 |
| | To the unsatisfied. | |
| HORATIO | Never believe it: | |
| | I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: | |
| | Here's yet some liquor left. | |
| HAMLET | As thou'rt a man, | 355 |
| | Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. | |
| | O good Horatio, what a wounded name, | |
| | Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! | |
| | If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart | |
| | Absent thee from felicity awhile, | 360 |
| | And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, | |
| | To tell my story. | |
| | March afar off, and shot within | |
| | What warlike noise is this? | |
| OSRIC | Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, | |
| | To the ambassadors of England gives | 365 |
| | This warlike volley. | |
| HAMLET | O, I die, Horatio; | |
| | The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: | |
| | I cannot live to hear the news from England; | |
| | But I do prophesy the election lights | 370 |
| | On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice; | |
| | So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less, | |
| | Which have solicited. The rest is silence. | |
| | Dies | |
| HORATIO | Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince: | |
| | And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! | 375 |
| | Why does the drum come hither? | |
| | March within | |
| | Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors,and others | |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Where is this sight? | |
| HORATIO | What is it ye would see? | |
| | If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search. | |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | This quarry cries on havoc. O proud death, | 380 |
| | What feast is toward in thine eternal cell, | |
| | That thou so many princes at a shot | |
| | So bloodily hast struck? | |
| First Ambassador | The sight is dismal; | |
| | And our affairs from England come too late: | 385 |
| | The ears are senseless that should give us hearing, | |
| | To tell him his commandment is fulfill'd, | |
| | That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: | |
| | Where should we have our thanks? | |
| HORATIO | Not from his mouth, | 390 |
| | Had it the ability of life to thank you: | |
| | He never gave commandment for their death. | |
| | But since, so jump upon this bloody question, | |
| | You from the Polack wars, and you from England, | |
| | Are here arrived give order that these bodies | 395 |
| | High on a stage be placed to the view; | |
| | And let me speak to the yet unknowing world | |
| | How these things came about: so shall you hear | |
| | Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts, | |
| | Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters, | 400 |
| | Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause, | |
| | And, in this upshot, purposes mistook | |
| | Fall'n on the inventors' reads: all this can I | |
| | Truly deliver. | |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Let us haste to hear it, | 405 |
| | And call the noblest to the audience. | |
| | For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune: | |
| | I have some rights of memory in this kingdom, | |
| | Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me. | |
| HORATIO | Of that I shall have also cause to speak, | 410 |
| | And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more; | |
| | But let this same be presently perform'd, | |
| | Even while men's minds are wild; lest more mischance | |
| | On plots and errors, happen. | |
| PRINCE FORTINBRAS | Let four captains | 415 |
| | Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage; | |
| | For he was likely, had he been put on, | |
| | To have proved most royally: and, for his passage, | |
| | The soldiers' music and the rites of war | |
| | Speak loudly for him. | 420 |
| | Take up the bodies: such a sight as this | |
| | Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. | |
| | Go, bid the soldiers shoot. | |
| | A dead march. Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which a peal of ordnance is shot off | |