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Authors: William Shakespeare

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Exeunt

Act 1 Scene 2

running scene 2

Enter Claudius King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes and his sister Ophelia, Lords Attendant

KING
    Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother’s death

The memory be
green
2
, and that it us befitted

To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom

To be
contracted
4
in one brow of woe,

Yet so far hath
discretion
5
fought with nature

That we with wisest sorrow think on him

Together with remembrance of ourselves.

Therefore our
sometime
8
sister, now our queen,

Th’imperial
jointress
9
of this warlike state,

Have we, as ’twere with a defeated joy,

With
one auspicious and one dropping eye
11
,

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,

In equal scale weighing delight and
dole
13
,

Taken to wife; nor have we herein
barred
14

Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

With this affair along. For all, our thanks.

Now follows
that you know
17
young Fortinbras,

Holding a weak
supposal
18
of our worth,

Or thinking by our late dear brother’s death

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,

Colleaguèd
with the
dream of his advantage
21
,

He hath not failed to pester us with message

Importing
23
the surrender of those lands

Lost by his father, with all bonds of law,

To our most valiant brother. So much for him.

Enter Voltemand and Cornelius

Now for ourself and for this time of meeting,

Thus much the business is: we have here writ

To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras —

Who,
impotent
and
bedrid
29
, scarcely hears

Of this his nephew’s purpose — to suppress

His
further
gait
herein,
in that the levies
31
,

The lists and full proportions, are all made

Out of his subject. And we here dispatch

You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltemand,

For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,

Giving to you no further personal power

To
37
business with the king, more than the scope

Of these
dilated articles
38
allow.

Gives a paper

Farewell, and let your
haste commend your duty
39
.

VOLTEMAND
    In that, and all things, will we show our duty.

KING
    We doubt it
nothing
41
: heartily farewell.—

Exeunt Voltemand and Cornelius

And now, Laertes, what’s the news with you?

You told us of some
suit
43
: what is’t, Laertes?

You cannot speak of reason to the
Dane
44

And
lose your voice
45
: what wouldst thou beg, Laertes,

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking
46
?

The head is not more
native
47
to the heart,

The hand more
instrumental
48
to the mouth,

Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.

What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

LAERTES
    
Dread my lord
51
,

Your
leave and favour
52
to return to France,

From whence though willingly I came to Denmark

To show my duty in your coronation,

Yet now I must confess, that duty done,

My thoughts and wishes bend again towards France

And
bow them
to your gracious
leave and pardon
57
.

KING
    Have you your father’s leave? What says Polonius?

POLONIUS
    He hath, my lord:

I do beseech you, give him leave to go.

KING
    Take thy fair hour, Laertes: time be thine,

And thy best
graces
62
spend it at thy will.—

But now, my
cousin
63
Hamlet, and my son—

HAMLET
    
A little more than kin and less than
kind
64
.

KING
    How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

Aside?

HAMLET
    Not so, my lord:— I am too much i’th’sun.

GERTRUDE
    Good Hamlet, cast thy
nightly colour
67
off,

And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark.

Do not forever with thy
veilèd lids
69

Seek for thy noble father in the dust:

Thou know’st ’tis
common
71
, all that lives must die,

Passing through nature to eternity.

HAMLET
    Ay, madam, it is common.

GERTRUDE
    If it be,

Why seems it so
particular
75
with thee?

HAMLET
    ‘Seems’, madam? Nay it is: I know not ‘seems’.

’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor
customary
78
suits of solemn black,

Nor windy
suspiration
79
of forced breath,

No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

Nor the dejected
’haviour of the visage
81
,

Together with all forms,
moods
82
, shows of grief,

That can
denote
83
me truly: these indeed seem,

For they are actions that a man might play,

But I have that within which
passeth
85
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:

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
persever
92

In obstinate
condolement
93
is a course

Of impious stubbornness: ’tis unmanly grief:

It shows a will most
incorrect
95
to heaven,

A heart unfortified, a mind
impatient
96
,

An understanding simple and unschooled.

For what we know must be and is as common

As
any the most vulgar thing to sense
99
,

Why should we in our
peevish
100
opposition

Take it to heart?
Fie
101
, ’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
104
hath cried,

From the first corpse till he that died today,

‘This must be so.’ We pray you throw to earth

This
unprevailing
107
woe, and think of us

As of a father; for let the world take note,

You are the
most immediate
109
to our throne,

And with no less nobility of love

Than that which dearest father bears his son,

Do I impart towards you.
For
112
your intent

In going back to school in
Wittenberg
113
,

It is most
retrograde
114
to our desire,

And we beseech you
bend you
115
to remain

Here in the cheer and comfort of our eye,

Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.

GERTRUDE
    Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet:

I prithee stay with us, go not to Wittenberg.

HAMLET
    I shall in all my best obey you, madam.

KING
    Why, ’tis a loving and a fair reply.

Be as ourself in Denmark.— Madam, come:

This
gentle
and unforced
accord
123
of Hamlet

Sits smiling to my heart, in
grace whereof
124
,

No
jocund health
that
Denmark
125
drinks today

But the great cannon to the clouds shall
tell
126
,

And the king’s
rouse
the heavens shall
bruit
127
again,

Re-speaking
128
earthly thunder. Come away.

Exeunt. Hamlet remains

HAMLET
    O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,

Thaw and
resolve
130
itself into a dew!

Or that the
Everlasting
131
had not fixed

His
canon
132
gainst self-slaughter! O God, O God!

How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable

Seem to me all the
uses
134
of this world!

Fie on’t! O, fie, fie! ’Tis an unweeded garden

That grows to seed: things
rank and gross
136
in nature

Possess it
merely
137
. That it should come to this!

But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two.

So excellent a king, that was
to
139
this

Hyperion
to a
satyr
140
, so loving to my mother

That he might not
beteem
141
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

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
147
those shoes were old

With which she followed my poor father’s body,

Like
Niobe
149
, all tears: why she, even she —

O, heaven! A beast that
wants discourse of reason
150

Would have mourned longer — married with mine uncle,

My father’s brother but no more like my father

Than I to
Hercules
153
. Within a month?

Ere yet the salt of most
unrighteous
154
tears

Had left the
flushing
of her
gallèd
155
eyes,

She married. O, most wicked speed, to
post
156

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, Barnardo and Marcellus

HORATIO
    Hail to your lordship!

HAMLET
    I am glad to see you well:

Recognizes him

Horatio — or I do forget myself.

HORATIO
    The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever.

HAMLET
    Sir, my good friend, I’ll
change that name with you
164
.

And what
make you from
165
Wittenberg, Horatio?— Marcellus.

MARCELLUS
    My good lord.

To Barnardo

HAMLET
    I am very glad to see you.— Good
even
167
, sir.—

To Horatio

But what in faith make you from Wittenberg?

HORATIO
    A
truant
169
disposition, good my lord.

HAMLET
    I would not have your enemy say so,

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?

We’ll teach you to drink deep
ere
175
you depart.

HORATIO
    My lord, I came to see your father’s funeral.

HAMLET
    I pray thee do not mock me, fellow student:

I think it was to see my mother’s wedding.

HORATIO
    Indeed, my lord, it followed
hard
179
upon.

HAMLET
    
Thrift
, thrift, Horatio! The funeral
baked meats
180

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my
dearest
182
foe in heaven

Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio.

My father, methinks I see my father.

HORATIO
    O, where, my lord?

HAMLET
    In my mind’s eye, Horatio.

HORATIO
    I saw him once; he was a goodly king.

HAMLET
    He was a man, take him for all in all:

I shall not look upon his like again.

HORATIO
    My lord, I think I saw him
yesternight
190
.

HAMLET
    Saw who?

HORATIO
    My lord, the king your father.

HAMLET
    The king my father?

HORATIO
    
Season your admiration
194
for a while

With an
attent
ear till I may
deliver
195
,

Upon the witness of these gentlemen,

This marvel to you.

HAMLET
    For heaven’s love, let me hear.

HORATIO
    Two nights together had these gentlemen,

Marcellus and Barnardo, on their watch,

In the dead
waste
201
and middle of the night,

Been thus encountered. A figure like your father,

Armed
at all points
exactly,
cap-à-pie
203
,

Appears before them, and with solemn march

Goes
205
slow and stately: by them thrice he walked,

By their
oppressed and fear-surprisèd
206
eyes

Within his
truncheon
’s length, whilst they,
distilled
207

Almost to jelly with the
act
208
of fear

Stand dumb and speak not to him. This to me

In
dreadful
210
secrecy impart they did,

And I with them the third night kept the watch,

Where, as they had delivered, both in time,

Form of the thing, each word made true and good,

The apparition comes. I knew your father:

These hands are not more like
215
.

HAMLET
    But where was this?

MARCELLUS
    My lord, upon the
platform
217
where we watched.

HAMLET
    Did you not speak to it?

HORATIO
    My lord, I did;

But answer made it none. Yet once methought

It lifted up its head and did
address
221

Itself to motion, like as it would speak:

But even then the morning cock crew loud,

And at the sound it shrunk in haste away

And vanished from our sight.

HAMLET
    ’Tis very strange.

HORATIO
    As I do live, my honoured lord, ’tis true;

And we did think it writ down in our duty

To let you know of it.

HAMLET
    Indeed, indeed, sirs; but this troubles me.

Hold you the watch tonight?

MARCELLUS
AND
BARNARDO
    We do, my lord.

HAMLET
    Armed, say you?

MARCELLUS
AND
BARNARDO
    Armed, my lord.

HAMLET
    From top to toe?

MARCELLUS
AND
BARNARDO
    My lord, from head to foot.

HAMLET
    Then saw you not his face?

HORATIO
    O, yes, my lord, he wore his
beaver
238
up.

HAMLET
    What, looked he frowningly?

HORATIO
    A
countenance
240
more in sorrow than in anger.

HAMLET
    Pale or red?

HORATIO
    Nay, very pale.

HAMLET
    And fixed his eyes upon you?

HORATIO
    Most constantly.

HAMLET
    I would I had been there.

HORATIO
    It would have much amazed you.

HAMLET
    Very like, very like. Stayed it long?

HORATIO
    While one with moderate haste might
tell
248
a hundred.

MARCELLUS
AND
BARNARDO
    Longer, longer.

HORATIO
    Not when I saw’t.

HAMLET
    His beard was
grizzly
251
, no?

HORATIO
    It was, as I have seen it in his life,

A
sable silvered
253
.

HAMLET
    I’ll watch tonight; perchance ’twill walk again.

HORATIO
    I
warrant
255
you it will.

HAMLET
    If it assume my noble father’s person,

I’ll speak to it though hell itself should gape

And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,

If you have hitherto concealed this sight,

Let it be
tenable
in your silence
still
260
,

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight,

Give it an understanding but no tongue.

I will
requite
263
your loves. So, fare ye well:

Upon the platform ’twixt eleven and twelve

I’ll visit you.

ALL
    Our duty to your honour.

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