Act I. Scene II. Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare

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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.

Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Act I. Scene II.

A Room of State in the Castle.

Enter the KING, QUEEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants.
King. Thought yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death
The memory be green, and that it us befitted	4
To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom
To be contracted in one brow of woe,
Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature
That we with wisest sorrow think on him,	8
Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
The imperial jointress of this war-like state,
Have we, as ’twere with a defeated joy,	12
With one auspicious and one dropping eye,
With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
In equal scale weighing delight and dole,
Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr’d	16
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this affair along: for all, our thanks.
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worth,	20
Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail’d to pester us with message,	24
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
To our most valiant brother. So much for him.
Now for ourself and for this time of meeting.	28
Thus much the business is: we have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely hears
Of this his nephew’s purpose, to suppress	32
His further gait herein; in that the levies,
The lists and full proportions, are all made
Out of his subject; and we here dispatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,	36
For bearers of this greeting to old Norway,
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king more than the scope
Of these delated articles allow.	40
Farewell and let your haste commend your duty.
Cor. & Vol. In that and all things will we show our duty.
King. We doubt it nothing: heartily farewell. [Exeunt VOLTIMAND and CORNELIUS.
And now, Laertes, what’s the news with you?	44
You told us of some suit; what is’t, Laertes?
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
And lose your voice; what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,
That shall not be my offer, not thy asking?	48
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?	52
Laer. Dread my lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark,
To show my duty in your coronation,	56
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.
King. Have you your father’s leave? What says Polonius?	60
Pol. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my slow leave
By laboursome petition, and at last
Upon his will I seal’d my hard consent:
I do beseech you, give him leave to go.	64
King. Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will.
But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,—
Ham. [Aside.] A little more than kin, and less than kind.	68
King. How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
Ham. Not so, my lord; I am too much i’ the sun.
Queen. Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off,
And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.	72
Do not for ever with thy vailed lids
Seek for thy noble father in the dust:
Thou know’st ’tis common; all that live must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.	76
Ham. Ay, madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be,
Why seems it so particular with thee?
Ham. Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not ‘seems.’	80
’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath,
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,	84
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:	88
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
King. ’Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father:	92
But, you must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow; but to presever	96
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; ’tis unmanly grief:
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,	100
An understanding simple and unschool’d:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peevish opposition	104
Take it to heart? Fie! ’tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd, whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,	108
From the first corse till he that died to-day,
‘This must be so.’ We pray you, throw to earth
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As of a father; for let the world take note,	112
You are the most immediate to our throne;
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest father bears his son
Do I impart toward you. For your intent	116
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire;
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,	120
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Queen. Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:
I pray thee, stay with us; go not to Wittenberg.
Ham. I shall in all my best obey you, madam.	124
King. Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply:
Be as ourself in Denmark. Madam, come;
This gentle and unforc’d accord of Hamlet
Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,	128
No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day,
But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell,
And the king’s rouse the heavens shall bruit again,
Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt all except HAMLET.	132
Ham. O! that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew;
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ’gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!	136
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on ’t! O fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature	140
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother	144
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown	148
By what it fed on; and yet, within a month,
Let me not think on ’t: Frailty, thy name is woman!
A little month; or ere those shoes were old
With which she follow’d my poor father’s body,	152
Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she,—
O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,
Would have mourn’d longer,—married with mine uncle,
My father’s brother, but no more like my father	156
Than I to Hercules: within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O! most wicked speed, to post	160
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets.
It is not nor it cannot come to good;
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

Enter HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO.	164
Hor. Hail to your lordship!
Ham. I am glad to see you well:
Horatio, or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.	168
Ham. Sir, my good friend; I’ll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?
Marcellus?
Mar. My good lord,—	172
Ham. I am very glad to see you. [To BERNARDO.] Good even, sir.
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?
Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord.
Ham. I would not hear your enemy say so,	176
Nor shall you do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself; I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?	180
We’ll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral.
Ham. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-student;
I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.	184
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow’d hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak’d meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven	188
Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio!
My father, methinks I see my father.
Hor. O! where, my lord?
Ham. In my mind’s eye, Horatio.	192
Hor. I saw him once; he was a goodly king.
Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.	196
Ham. Saw who?
Hor. My lord, the king your father.
Ham. The king, my father!
Hor. Season your admiration for a while	200
With an attent ear, till I may deliver,
Upon the witness of these gentlemen,
This marvel to you.
Ham. For God’s love, let me hear.	204
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch,
In the dead vast and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter’d: a figure like your father,	208
Armed at points exactly, cap-a-pe,
Appears before them, and with solemn march
Goes slow and stately by them: thrice he walk’d
By their oppress’d and fear-surprised eyes,	212
Within his truncheon’s length; whilst they, distill’d
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did,	216
And I with them the third night kept the watch;
Where, as they had deliver’d, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
The apparition comes. I knew your father;	220
These hands are not more like.
Ham. But where was this?
Mar. My lord, upon the platform where we watch’d.
Ham. Did you not speak to it?	224
Hor. My lord, I did;
But answer made it none; yet once methought
It lifted up its head and did address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak;	228
But even then the morning cock crew loud,
And at the sound it shrunk in haste away
And vanish’d from our sight.
Ham. ’Tis very strange.	232
Hor. As I do live, my honour’d lord, ’tis true;
And we did think it writ down in our duty
To let you know of it.
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me.	236
Hold you the watch to-night?
Mar. & Ber. We do, my lord.
Ham. Arm’d, say you?
Mar. & Ber. Arm’d, my lord.	240
Ham. From top to toe?
Mar. & Ber. My lord, from head to foot.
Ham. Then saw you not his face?
Hor. O yes! my lord; he wore his beaver up.	244
Ham. What! look’d he frowningly?
Hor. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale or red?
Hor. Nay, very pale.	248
Ham. And fix’d his eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham. I would I had been there.
Hor. It would have much amaz’d you.	252
Ham. Very like, very like. Stay’d it long?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
Mar. & Ber. Longer, longer.
Hor. Not when I saw it.	256
Ham. His beard was grizzled, no?
Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life,
A sable silver’d.
Ham. I will watch to-night;	260
Perchance ’twill walk again.
Hor. I warrant it will.
Ham. If it assume my noble father’s person,
I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape	264
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,	268
Give it an understanding, but no tongue:
I will requite your loves. So, fare you well.
Upon the platform, ’twixt eleven and twelve,
I’ll visit you.	272
All. Our duty to your honour.
Ham. Your loves, as mine to you. Farewell. [Exeunt HORATIO, MARCELLUS, and BERNARDO.
My father’s spirit in arms! all is not well;
I doubt some foul play: would the night were come!	276
Till then sit still, my soul: foul deeds will rise,
Though all the earth o’erwhelm them, to men’s eyes. [Exit.

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