Hamlet — Act 2, Scene 2

Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Moreover that we much did long to see you,

The need we have to use you did provoke

Our hasty sending. Something have you heard

Our hasty sending. Something have you heard

Of Hamlet’s transformation; so I call it,

Since nor th’exterior nor the inward man

Resembles that it was. What it should be,

Resembles that it was. What it should be,

More than his father’s death, that thus hath put him

So much from th’understanding of himself,

I cannot dream of. I entreat you both

I cannot dream of. I entreat you both

That, being of so young days brought up with him,

And since so neighbour’d to his youth and humour,

That you vouchsafe your rest here in our court

Some little time, so by your companies

Some little time, so by your companies

To draw him on to pleasures and to gather,

So much as from occasion you may glean,

Whether aught to us unknown afflicts him thus

That, open’d, lies within our remedy.

Good gentlemen, he hath much talk’d of you,

And sure I am, two men there are not living

To whom he more adheres. If it will please you

To whom he more adheres. If it will please you

To show us so much gentry and good will

As to expend your time with us awhile,

For the supply and profit of our hope,

Your visitation shall receive such thanks

As fits a king’s remembrance.

Both your majesties

Might, by the sovereign power you have of us,

Put your dread pleasures more into command

Than to entreaty.

We both obey,

And here give up ourselves, in the full bent,

To lay our service freely at your feet

To be commanded.

Thanks, Rosencrantz and gentle Guildenstern.

Thanks, Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.

And I beseech you instantly to visit

My too much changed son. Go, some of you,

My too much changed son. Go, some of you,

And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is.

Heavens make our presence and our practices

Pleasant and helpful to him.

Ay, amen.

Th’ambassadors from Norway, my good lord,

Are joyfully return’d.

Thou still hast been the father of good news.

Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,

Have I, my lord? Assure you, my good liege,

I hold my duty, as I hold my soul,

Both to my God and to my gracious King:

And I do think,—or else this brain of mine

Hunts not the trail of policy so sure

As it hath us’d to do—that I have found

The very cause of Hamlet’s lunacy.

O speak of that, that do I long to hear.

O speak of that, that do I long to hear.

Give first admittance to th’ambassadors;

My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.

Thyself do grace to them, and bring them in.

He tells me, my sweet queen, that he hath found

The head and source of all your son’s distemper.

I doubt it is no other but the main,

His father’s death and our o’erhasty marriage.

Well, we shall sift him.

Welcome, my good friends!

Say, Voltemand, what from our brother Norway?

Most fair return of greetings and desires.

Upon our first, he sent out to suppress

His nephew’s levies, which to him appear’d

To be a preparation ’gainst the Polack;

But better look’d into, he truly found

It was against your Highness; whereat griev’d,

It was against your Highness; whereat griev’d,

That so his sickness, age, and impotence

Was falsely borne in hand, sends out arrests

On Fortinbras; which he, in brief, obeys,

Receives rebuke from Norway; and in fine,

Makes vow before his uncle never more

To give th’assay of arms against your Majesty.

Whereon old Norway, overcome with joy,

Gives him three thousand crowns in annual fee,

And his commission to employ those soldiers

So levied as before, against the Polack:

With an entreaty, herein further shown,

That it might please you to give quiet pass

Through your dominions for this enterprise,

On such regards of safety and allowance

As therein are set down.

It likes us well;

And at our more consider’d time we’ll read,

Answer, and think upon this business.

Meantime we thank you for your well-took labour.

Go to your rest, at night we’ll feast together:.

Most welcome home.

This business is well ended.

My liege and madam, to expostulate

What majesty should be, what duty is,

Why day is day, night night, and time is time

Were nothing but to waste night, day and time.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,

And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Mad call I it; for to define true madness,

What is’t but to be nothing else but mad?

But let that go.

More matter, with less art.

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.

That he is mad, ’tis true: ’tis true ’tis pity;

And pity ’tis ’tis true. A foolish figure,

And pity ’tis ’tis true. A foolish figure,

But farewell it, for I will use no art.

Mad let us grant him then. And now remains

Mad let us grant him then. And now remains

That we find out the cause of this effect,

Or rather say, the cause of this defect,

For this effect defective comes by cause.

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend,

Thus it remains, and the remainder thus. Perpend,

I have a daughter—have whilst she is mine—

Who in her duty and obedience, mark,

Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.

Hath given me this. Now gather, and surmise.

_To the celestial, and my soul’s idol, the most beautified Ophelia_—

That’s an ill phrase, a vile phrase; ‘beautified’ is a vile

phrase: but you shall hear.

phrase: but you shall hear.

_these; in her excellent white bosom, these, &c._

Came this from Hamlet to her?

Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

Good madam, stay awhile; I will be faithful.

_Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.

O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my

O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my

groans. But that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.

groans. But that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.

groans. But that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.

Thine evermore, most dear lady, whilst this machine is to him,

HAMLET._

This in obedience hath my daughter show’d me;

And more above, hath his solicitings,

As they fell out by time, by means, and place,

All given to mine ear.

But how hath she receiv’d his love?

What do you think of me?

As of a man faithful and honourable.

I would fain prove so. But what might you think,

I would fain prove so. But what might you think,

When I had seen this hot love on the wing,

As I perceiv’d it, I must tell you that,

Before my daughter told me, what might you,

Or my dear Majesty your queen here, think,

If I had play’d the desk or table-book,

Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,

Or look’d upon this love with idle sight,

What might you think? No, I went round to work,

What might you think? No, I went round to work,

And my young mistress thus I did bespeak:

‘Lord Hamlet is a prince, out of thy star.

This must not be.’ And then I precepts gave her,

This must not be.’ And then I precepts gave her,

That she should lock herself from his resort,

Admit no messengers, receive no tokens.

Which done, she took the fruits of my advice,

And he, repulsed,—a short tale to make—

Fell into a sadness, then into a fast,

Thence to a watch, thence into a weakness,

Thence to a lightness, and, by this declension,

Into the madness wherein now he raves,

And all we wail for.

Do you think ’tis this?

It may be, very likely.

Hath there been such a time, I’d fain know that,

That I have positively said ‘’Tis so,’

When it prov’d otherwise?

Not that I know.

Take this from this, if this be otherwise.

If circumstances lead me, I will find

Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeed

Within the centre.

How may we try it further?

You know sometimes he walks four hours together

Here in the lobby.

So he does indeed.

At such a time I’ll loose my daughter to him.

Be you and I behind an arras then,

Mark the encounter. If he love her not,

Mark the encounter. If he love her not,

And be not from his reason fall’n thereon,

Let me be no assistant for a state,

But keep a farm and carters.

We will try it.

But look where sadly the poor wretch comes reading.

Away, I do beseech you, both away

I’ll board him presently. O, give me leave.

I’ll board him presently. O, give me leave.

How does my good Lord Hamlet?

Well, God-a-mercy.

Do you know me, my lord?

Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.

Not I, my lord.

Then I would you were so honest a man.

Honest, my lord?

Ay sir, to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out

of ten thousand.

That’s very true, my lord.

For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a good kissing

carrion,—

Have you a daughter?

I have, my lord.

Let her not walk i’ th’ sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your

Let her not walk i’ th’ sun. Conception is a blessing, but not as your

daughter may conceive. Friend, look to’t.

daughter may conceive. Friend, look to’t.

How say you by that? [_Aside._] Still harping on my daughter. Yet he

How say you by that? [_Aside._] Still harping on my daughter. Yet he

How say you by that? [_Aside._] Still harping on my daughter. Yet he

knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far

knew me not at first; he said I was a fishmonger. He is far gone, far

gone. And truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very

gone. And truly in my youth I suffered much extremity for love; very

near this. I’ll speak to him again.—What do you read, my lord?

near this. I’ll speak to him again.—What do you read, my lord?

near this. I’ll speak to him again.—What do you read, my lord?

Words, words, words.

What is the matter, my lord?

Between who?

I mean the matter that you read, my lord.

Slanders, sir. For the satirical slave says here that old men have grey

Slanders, sir. For the satirical slave says here that old men have grey

beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber

and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together

with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and

with most weak hams. All which, sir, though I most powerfully and

potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down.

For you yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could

go backward.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.—

Will you walk out of the air, my lord?

Into my grave?

Indeed, that is out o’ the air. [_Aside._] How pregnant sometimes his

Indeed, that is out o’ the air. [_Aside._] How pregnant sometimes his

replies are! A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and

replies are! A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and

sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and

sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. I will leave him and

suddenly contrive the means of meeting between him and my daughter.

My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you.

You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part

withal, except my life, except my life, except my life.

Fare you well, my lord.

These tedious old fools.

You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.

You go to seek the Lord Hamlet; there he is.

God save you, sir.

My honoured lord!

My most dear lord!

My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,

My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,

My excellent good friends! How dost thou, Guildenstern? Ah,

Rosencrantz. Good lads, how do ye both?

Rosencrantz. Good lads, how do ye both?

As the indifferent children of the earth.

Happy in that we are not over-happy;

On Fortune’s cap we are not the very button.

Nor the soles of her shoe?

Neither, my lord.

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

Faith, her privates we.

In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What’s

In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What’s

In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet. What’s

the news?

None, my lord, but that the world’s grown honest.

Then is doomsday near. But your news is not true. Let me question more

Then is doomsday near. But your news is not true. Let me question more

Then is doomsday near. But your news is not true. Let me question more

in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of

in particular. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of

Fortune, that she sends you to prison hither?

Prison, my lord?

Denmark’s a prison.

Then is the world one.

A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons,

Denmark being one o’ th’ worst.

We think not so, my lord.

Why, then ’tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad but

thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.

thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.

Why, then your ambition makes it one; ’tis too narrow for your mind.

Why, then your ambition makes it one; ’tis too narrow for your mind.

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of

infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the

ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

A dream itself is but a shadow.

Truly, and I hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is

but a shadow’s shadow.

Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretch’d heroes

the beggars’ shadows. Shall we to th’ court? For, by my fay, I cannot

the beggars’ shadows. Shall we to th’ court? For, by my fay, I cannot

the beggars’ shadows. Shall we to th’ court? For, by my fay, I cannot

reason.

ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN.

We’ll wait upon you.

No such matter. I will not sort you with the rest of my servants; for,

No such matter. I will not sort you with the rest of my servants; for,

to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But,

to speak to you like an honest man, I am most dreadfully attended. But,

in the beaten way of friendship, what make you at Elsinore?

To visit you, my lord, no other occasion.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you. And sure,

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks; but I thank you. And sure,

dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent

dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny. Were you not sent

for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal

for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal

for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal

for? Is it your own inclining? Is it a free visitation? Come, deal

justly with me. Come, come; nay, speak.

justly with me. Come, come; nay, speak.

What should we say, my lord?

Why, anything. But to the purpose. You were sent for; and there is a

Why, anything. But to the purpose. You were sent for; and there is a

Why, anything. But to the purpose. You were sent for; and there is a

Why, anything. But to the purpose. You were sent for; and there is a

kind of confession in your looks, which your modesties have not craft

enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you.

enough to colour. I know the good King and Queen have sent for you.

To what end, my lord?

That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our

That you must teach me. But let me conjure you, by the rights of our

fellowship, by the consonancy of our youth, by the obligation of our

ever-preserved love, and by what more dear a better proposer could

charge you withal, be even and direct with me, whether you were sent

for or no.

What say you?

Nay, then I have an eye of you. If you love me, hold not

Nay, then I have an eye of you. If you love me, hold not

off.

My lord, we were sent for.

I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery,

and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no feather. I have of

and your secrecy to the King and Queen moult no feather. I have of

late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom

of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that

of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that

this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this

most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging

firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it

appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of

vapours. What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite

vapours. What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite

in faculties, in form and moving, how express and admirable; in action

how like an angel, in apprehension, how like a god: the beauty of the

world, the paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this

world, the paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this

quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither,

quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither,

though by your smiling you seem to say so.

My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

Why did you laugh then, when I said ‘Man delights not me’?

To think, my lord, if you delight not in man, what Lenten entertainment

the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and

the players shall receive from you. We coted them on the way, and

hither are they coming to offer you service.

He that plays the king shall be welcome,—his Majesty shall have tribute

of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover

of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover

of me; the adventurous knight shall use his foil and target; the lover

shall not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in peace;

shall not sigh gratis, the humorous man shall end his part in peace;

the clown shall make those laugh whose lungs are tickle o’ th’ sere;

and the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt

for’t. What players are they?

for’t. What players are they?

Even those you were wont to take such delight in—the tragedians of the

city.

How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and

How chances it they travel? Their residence, both in reputation and

profit, was better both ways.

I think their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation.

Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are

Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city? Are

they so followed?

No, indeed, they are not.

How comes it? Do they grow rusty?

How comes it? Do they grow rusty?

Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an

Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace; but there is, sir, an

aerie of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question,

and are most tyrannically clapped for’t. These are now the fashion, and

and are most tyrannically clapped for’t. These are now the fashion, and

so berattle the common stages—so they call them—that many wearing

rapiers are afraid of goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.

What, are they children? Who maintains ’em? How are they escoted? Will

What, are they children? Who maintains ’em? How are they escoted? Will

What, are they children? Who maintains ’em? How are they escoted? Will

What, are they children? Who maintains ’em? How are they escoted? Will

they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say

they pursue the quality no longer than they can sing? Will they not say

afterwards, if they should grow themselves to common players—as it is

most like, if their means are no better—their writers do them wrong to

make them exclaim against their own succession?

Faith, there has been much to do on both sides; and the nation holds it

no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was for a while, no money

no sin to tarre them to controversy. There was for a while, no money

bid for argument unless the poet and the player went to cuffs in the

question.

Is’t possible?

O, there has been much throwing about of brains.

Do the boys carry it away?

Ay, that they do, my lord. Hercules and his load too.

Ay, that they do, my lord. Hercules and his load too.

It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that

It is not very strange; for my uncle is King of Denmark, and those that

would make mouths at him while my father lived, give twenty, forty,

fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. ’Sblood,

fifty, a hundred ducats apiece for his picture in little. ’Sblood,

there is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find

it out.

There are the players.

Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come. The

Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come. The

Gentlemen, you are welcome to Elsinore. Your hands, come. The

appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply with you

appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony. Let me comply with you

in this garb, lest my extent to the players, which I tell you must show

fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment than yours. You

fairly outward, should more appear like entertainment than yours. You

are welcome. But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.

are welcome. But my uncle-father and aunt-mother are deceived.

In what, my dear lord?

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a

hawk from a handsaw.

Well be with you, gentlemen.

Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each ear a hearer. That great

Hark you, Guildenstern, and you too, at each ear a hearer. That great

baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling clouts.

Happily he’s the second time come to them; for they say an old man is

twice a child.

I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.—You say

I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.—You say

I will prophesy he comes to tell me of the players. Mark it.—You say

right, sir: for a Monday morning ’twas so indeed.

My lord, I have news to tell you.

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

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

The actors are come hither, my lord.

Buzz, buzz.

Upon my honour.

Then came each actor on his ass—

The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history,

pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical,

tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem

unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light, for the

unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light, for the

law of writ and the liberty. These are the only men.

law of writ and the liberty. These are the only men.

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

What treasure had he, my lord?

Why—

’One fair daughter, and no more,

The which he loved passing well.’

Still on my daughter.

Am I not i’ th’ right, old Jephthah?

If you call me Jephthah, my lord, I have a daughter that I love passing

well.

Nay, that follows not.

What follows then, my lord?

Why,

As by lot, God wot,

and then, you know,

It came to pass, as most like it was.

The first row of the pious chanson will show you more. For look where

The first row of the pious chanson will show you more. For look where

my abridgement comes.

You are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well.

You are welcome, masters, welcome all. I am glad to see thee well.

Welcome, good friends. O, my old friend! Thy face is valanc’d since I

Welcome, good friends. O, my old friend! Thy face is valanc’d since I

Welcome, good friends. O, my old friend! Thy face is valanc’d since I

saw thee last. Com’st thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young lady

saw thee last. Com’st thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young lady

saw thee last. Com’st thou to beard me in Denmark? What, my young lady

and mistress! By’r lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I

and mistress! By’r lady, your ladyship is nearer to heaven than when I

saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a

saw you last, by the altitude of a chopine. Pray God your voice, like a

piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. Masters, you

piece of uncurrent gold, be not cracked within the ring. Masters, you

are all welcome. We’ll e’en to’t like French falconers, fly at anything

are all welcome. We’ll e’en to’t like French falconers, fly at anything

we see. We’ll have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your

we see. We’ll have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your

we see. We’ll have a speech straight. Come, give us a taste of your

quality. Come, a passionate speech.

quality. Come, a passionate speech.

What speech, my lord?

I heard thee speak me a speech once, but it was never acted, or if it

was, not above once, for the play, I remember, pleased not the million,

’twas caviare to the general. But it was—as I received it, and others,

’twas caviare to the general. But it was—as I received it, and others,

whose judgements in such matters cried in the top of mine—an excellent

play, well digested in the scenes, set down with as much modesty as

cunning. I remember one said there were no sallets in the lines to make

cunning. I remember one said there were no sallets in the lines to make

the matter savoury, nor no matter in the phrase that might indite the

author of affectation, but called it an honest method, as wholesome as

sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it, I

sweet, and by very much more handsome than fine. One speech in it, I

chiefly loved. ’Twas Aeneas’ tale to Dido, and thereabout of it

chiefly loved. ’Twas Aeneas’ tale to Dido, and thereabout of it

especially where he speaks of Priam’s slaughter. If it live in your

especially where he speaks of Priam’s slaughter. If it live in your

memory, begin at this line, let me see, let me see:

_The rugged Pyrrhus, like th’ Hyrcanian beast,—_

It is not so: it begins with Pyrrhus—

_The rugged Pyrrhus, he whose sable arms,

Black as his purpose, did the night resemble

When he lay couched in the ominous horse,

Hath now this dread and black complexion smear’d

With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot

With heraldry more dismal. Head to foot

Now is he total gules, horridly trick’d

With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,

Bak’d and impasted with the parching streets,

That lend a tyrannous and a damned light

To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire,

To their vile murders. Roasted in wrath and fire,

And thus o’ersized with coagulate gore,

With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus

Old grandsire Priam seeks._

So, proceed you.

’Fore God, my lord, well spoken, with good accent and good discretion.

_Anon he finds him,

Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,

Striking too short at Greeks. His antique sword,

Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls,

Repugnant to command. Unequal match’d,

Repugnant to command. Unequal match’d,

Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide;

But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword

Th’unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,

Th’unnerved father falls. Then senseless Ilium,

Seeming to feel this blow, with flaming top

Stoops to his base, and with a hideous crash

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus’ ear. For lo, his sword,

Takes prisoner Pyrrhus’ ear. For lo, his sword,

Which was declining on the milky head

Of reverend Priam, seem’d i’ th’air to stick.

So, as a painted tyrant, Pyrrhus stood,

And like a neutral to his will and matter,

Did nothing.

But as we often see against some storm,

A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,

The bold winds speechless, and the orb below

As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder

Doth rend the region; so after Pyrrhus’ pause,

Aroused vengeance sets him new a-work,

And never did the Cyclops’ hammers fall

On Mars’s armour, forg’d for proof eterne,

With less remorse than Pyrrhus’ bleeding sword

Now falls on Priam.

Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods,

Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune! All you gods,

In general synod, take away her power;

Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel,

And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven,

As low as to the fiends._

This is too long.

It shall to the barber’s, with your beard.—Prithee say on.

It shall to the barber’s, with your beard.—Prithee say on.

He’s for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps.

Say on; come to Hecuba.

_But who, O who, had seen the mobled queen,—_

‘The mobled queen’?

That’s good! ‘Mobled queen’ is good.

That’s good! ‘Mobled queen’ is good.

_Run barefoot up and down, threat’ning the flames

With bisson rheum. A clout upon that head

With bisson rheum. A clout upon that head

Where late the diadem stood, and for a robe,

About her lank and all o’erteemed loins,

A blanket, in th’alarm of fear caught up—

Who this had seen, with tongue in venom steep’d,

’Gainst Fortune’s state would treason have pronounc’d.

But if the gods themselves did see her then,

When she saw Pyrrhus make malicious sport

In mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs,

The instant burst of clamour that she made,—

Unless things mortal move them not at all,—

Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven,

And passion in the gods._

Look, where he has not turn’d his colour, and has tears in’s eyes. Pray

Look, where he has not turn’d his colour, and has tears in’s eyes. Pray

you, no more.

’Tis well. I’ll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.—Good my

’Tis well. I’ll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.—Good my

’Tis well. I’ll have thee speak out the rest of this soon.—Good my

lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be

lord, will you see the players well bestowed? Do you hear, let them be

well used; for they are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time.

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill

report while you live.

My lord, I will use them according to their desert.

God’s bodikin, man, much better. Use every man after his desert, and who

God’s bodikin, man, much better. Use every man after his desert, and who

should ’scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The

should ’scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The

should ’scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity. The

less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.

less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Take them in.

Come, sirs.

Follow him, friends. We’ll hear a play tomorrow.

Follow him, friends. We’ll hear a play tomorrow.

Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play _The Murder of Gonzago_?

Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play _The Murder of Gonzago_?

Ay, my lord.

We’ll ha’t tomorrow night. You could for a need study a speech of some

We’ll ha’t tomorrow night. You could for a need study a speech of some

dozen or sixteen lines, which I would set down and insert in’t, could

you not?

Ay, my lord.

Very well. Follow that lord, and look you mock him not.

Very well. Follow that lord, and look you mock him not.

My good friends, I’ll leave you

till night. You are welcome to Elsinore.

till night. You are welcome to Elsinore.

Good my lord.

Ay, so, God b’ wi’ ye. Now I am alone.

Ay, so, God b’ wi’ ye. Now I am alone.

O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Is it not monstrous that this player here,

But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,

Could force his soul so to his own conceit

That from her working all his visage wan’d;

Tears in his eyes, distraction in’s aspect,

A broken voice, and his whole function suiting

With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!

With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!

For Hecuba?

What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,

That he should weep for her? What would he do,

That he should weep for her? What would he do,

Had he the motive and the cue for passion

That I have? He would drown the stage with tears

That I have? He would drown the stage with tears

And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;

Make mad the guilty, and appal the free,

Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed,

The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,

The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,

A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak

Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,

And can say nothing. No, not for a king

And can say nothing. No, not for a king

Upon whose property and most dear life

A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward?

A damn’d defeat was made. Am I a coward?

Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across?

Who calls me villain, breaks my pate across?

Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?

Tweaks me by the nose, gives me the lie i’ th’ throat

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this?

As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this?

Ha! ’Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be

Ha! ’Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be

Ha! ’Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be

But I am pigeon-liver’d, and lack gall

To make oppression bitter, or ere this

I should have fatted all the region kites

With this slave’s offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!

With this slave’s offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!

Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!

Oh vengeance!

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,

Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,

That I, the son of a dear father murder’d,

Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,

Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words

And fall a-cursing like a very drab,

A scullion! Fie upon’t! Foh!

A scullion! Fie upon’t! Foh!

About, my brain! I have heard

About, my brain! I have heard

That guilty creatures sitting at a play,

Have by the very cunning of the scene,

Been struck so to the soul that presently

They have proclaim’d their malefactions.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak

With most miraculous organ. I’ll have these players

With most miraculous organ. I’ll have these players

Play something like the murder of my father

Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;

Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;

I’ll tent him to the quick. If he but blench,

I’ll tent him to the quick. If he but blench,

I know my course. The spirit that I have seen

I know my course. The spirit that I have seen

May be the devil, and the devil hath power

T’assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps

Out of my weakness and my melancholy,

As he is very potent with such spirits,

Abuses me to damn me. I’ll have grounds

Abuses me to damn me. I’ll have grounds

More relative than this. The play’s the thing

More relative than this. The play’s the thing

Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King.