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Enter CLAUDIUS , GERTRUDE , POLONIUS , OPHELIA , ROSENCRANTZ , and GUILDENSTERN
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Enter CLAUDIUS , GERTRUDE , POLONIUS , OPHELIA , ROSENCRANTZ , and GUILDENSTERN
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CLAUDIUS And can you by no drift of conference
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
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CLAUDIUS And can you by no drift of conference
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
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ROSENCRANTZ 5 He does confess he feels himself distracted.
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
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ROSENCRANTZ He does confess he feels himself distracted.
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
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GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
10 Of his true state.
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GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
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GERTRUDE Did he receive you well?
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GERTRUDE Did he receive you well?
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ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman.
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ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman.
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GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition.
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GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition.
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ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
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ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
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GERTRUDE Did you assay him?
15 To any pastime?
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GERTRUDE Did you assay him?
To any pastime?
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ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
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ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
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To hear of it. They are about the court,
20 And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
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To hear of it. They are about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
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POLONIUS 'Tis most true,
And he beseeched me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
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POLONIUS 'Tis most true,
And he beseeched me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
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CLAUDIUS With all my heart, and it doth much content me
25 To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
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CLAUDIUS With all my heart, and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
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ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.
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ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.
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Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
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Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
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CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
30 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as ’twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself (lawful espials)
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
35 We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If ’t be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
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CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as ’twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself (lawful espials)
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If ’t be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
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GERTRUDE I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
40 That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honors.
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GERTRUDE I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honors.
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OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.
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OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.
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Exit GERTRUDE
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Exit GERTRUDE
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POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. (to CLAUDIUS) Gracious, so please you,
That show of such an exercise may color
Your loneliness.—We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
50 The devil himself.
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POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. (to CLAUDIUS) Gracious, so please you,
That show of such an exercise may color
Your loneliness.—We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
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CLAUDIUS (aside) Oh, ’tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
55 O heavy burden!
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CLAUDIUS (aside) Oh, ’tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
O heavy burden!
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POLONIUS I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.
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POLONIUS I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS withdraw
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS withdraw
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Enter HAMLET
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Enter HAMLET
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HAMLET To be, or not to be? That is the question—
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
60 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation
65 Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
70 That makes calamity of so long life.
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HAMLET To be, or not to be? That is the question—
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
75 That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
80 The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
85 And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now,
90 The fair Ophelia!—Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia!—Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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OPHELIA Good my lord,
How does your honor for this many a day?
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OPHELIA Good my lord,
How does your honor for this many a day?
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HAMLET I humbly thank you. Well, well, well.
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HAMLET I humbly thank you. Well, well, well.
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OPHELIA 95 My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longèd long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.
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OPHELIA My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longèd long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.
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HAMLET No, not I. I never gave you aught.
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HAMLET No, not I. I never gave you aught.
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OPHELIA My honored lord, you know right well you did,
100 And with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
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OPHELIA My honored lord, you know right well you did,
And with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
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Take these again, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
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Take these again, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
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HAMLET 105 Ha, ha, are you honest?
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HAMLET Ha, ha, are you honest?
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OPHELIA My lord?
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OPHELIA My lord?
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HAMLET Are you fair?
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HAMLET Are you fair?
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OPHELIA What means your lordship?
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OPHELIA What means your lordship?
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HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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HAMLET Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
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HAMLET Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
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OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
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OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
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HAMLET You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
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HAMLET You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
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OPHELIA I was the more deceived.
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OPHELIA I was the more deceived.
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HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
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HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your father?
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your father?
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OPHELIA At home, my lord.
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OPHELIA At home, my lord.
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HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in ’s own house. Farewell.
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HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in ’s own house. Farewell.
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OPHELIA 135 O, help him, you sweet heavens!
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OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens!
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HAMLET If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.
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HAMLET If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.
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OPHELIA Heavenly powers, restore him!
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OPHELIA Heavenly powers, restore him!
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HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
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HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
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Exit HAMLET
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Exit HAMLET
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OPHELIA 150 Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!—
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
155 And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
160 Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me,
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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OPHELIA Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!—
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me,
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS come forward
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS come forward
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CLAUDIUS Love? His affections do not that way tend.
Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul
165 O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger—which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
170 For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
175 From fashion of himself. What think you on ’t?
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CLAUDIUS Love? His affections do not that way tend.
Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger—which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on ’t?
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POLONIUS It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
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POLONIUS It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
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180 We heard it all.—My lord, do as you please.
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief. Let her be round with him,
And I’ll be placed, so please you, in the ear
185 Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
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We heard it all.—My lord, do as you please.
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief. Let her be round with him,
And I’ll be placed, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
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CLAUDIUS It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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CLAUDIUS It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter CLAUDIUS , GERTRUDE , POLONIUS , OPHELIA , ROSENCRANTZ , and GUILDENSTERN
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Enter CLAUDIUS , GERTRUDE , POLONIUS , OPHELIA , ROSENCRANTZ , and GUILDENSTERN
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CLAUDIUS And can you by no drift of conference
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
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CLAUDIUS And can you by no drift of conference
Get from him why he puts on this confusion,
Grating so harshly all his days of quiet
With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?
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ROSENCRANTZ 5 He does confess he feels himself distracted.
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
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ROSENCRANTZ He does confess he feels himself distracted.
But from what cause he will by no means speak.
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GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
10 Of his true state.
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GUILDENSTERN Nor do we find him forward to be sounded.
But with a crafty madness keeps aloof
When we would bring him on to some confession
Of his true state.
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GERTRUDE Did he receive you well?
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GERTRUDE Did he receive you well?
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ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman.
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ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman.
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GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition.
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GUILDENSTERN But with much forcing of his disposition.
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ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
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ROSENCRANTZ Niggard of question, but of our demands
Most free in his reply.
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GERTRUDE Did you assay him?
15 To any pastime?
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GERTRUDE Did you assay him?
To any pastime?
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ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
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ROSENCRANTZ Madam, it so fell out, that certain players
We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,
And there did seem in him a kind of joy
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To hear of it. They are about the court,
20 And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
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To hear of it. They are about the court,
And, as I think, they have already order
This night to play before him.
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POLONIUS 'Tis most true,
And he beseeched me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
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POLONIUS 'Tis most true,
And he beseeched me to entreat your Majesties
To hear and see the matter.
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CLAUDIUS With all my heart, and it doth much content me
25 To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
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CLAUDIUS With all my heart, and it doth much content me
To hear him so inclined.
Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,
And drive his purpose on to these delights.
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ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.
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ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.
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Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
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Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
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CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
30 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as ’twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself (lawful espials)
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
35 We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If ’t be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
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CLAUDIUS Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as ’twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself (lawful espials)
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge,
And gather by him, as he is behaved,
If ’t be the affliction of his love or no
That thus he suffers for.
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GERTRUDE I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
40 That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honors.
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GERTRUDE I shall obey you.
And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish
That your good beauties be the happy cause
Of Hamlet’s wildness. So shall I hope your virtues
Will bring him to his wonted way again,
To both your honors.
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OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.
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OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.
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Exit GERTRUDE
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Exit GERTRUDE
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POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. (to CLAUDIUS) Gracious, so please you,
That show of such an exercise may color
Your loneliness.—We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
50 The devil himself.
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POLONIUS Ophelia, walk you here. (to CLAUDIUS) Gracious, so please you,
That show of such an exercise may color
Your loneliness.—We are oft to blame in this,
'Tis too much proved, that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.
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CLAUDIUS (aside) Oh, ’tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
55 O heavy burden!
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CLAUDIUS (aside) Oh, ’tis too true!
How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!
The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art,
Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it
Than is my deed to my most painted word.
O heavy burden!
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POLONIUS I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.
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POLONIUS I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS withdraw
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS withdraw
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Enter HAMLET
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Enter HAMLET
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HAMLET To be, or not to be? That is the question—
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
60 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation
65 Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
70 That makes calamity of so long life.
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HAMLET To be, or not to be? That is the question—
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished! To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
75 That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
80 The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
85 And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now,
90 The fair Ophelia!—Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.—Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia!—Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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OPHELIA Good my lord,
How does your honor for this many a day?
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OPHELIA Good my lord,
How does your honor for this many a day?
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HAMLET I humbly thank you. Well, well, well.
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HAMLET I humbly thank you. Well, well, well.
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OPHELIA 95 My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longèd long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.
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OPHELIA My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longèd long to redeliver.
I pray you now receive them.
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HAMLET No, not I. I never gave you aught.
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HAMLET No, not I. I never gave you aught.
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OPHELIA My honored lord, you know right well you did,
100 And with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
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OPHELIA My honored lord, you know right well you did,
And with them, words of so sweet breath composed
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
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Take these again, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
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Take these again, for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
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HAMLET 105 Ha, ha, are you honest?
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HAMLET Ha, ha, are you honest?
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OPHELIA My lord?
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OPHELIA My lord?
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HAMLET Are you fair?
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HAMLET Are you fair?
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OPHELIA What means your lordship?
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OPHELIA What means your lordship?
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HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
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HAMLET Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
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HAMLET Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
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OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
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OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
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HAMLET You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
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HAMLET You should not have believed me, for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you not.
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OPHELIA I was the more deceived.
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OPHELIA I was the more deceived.
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HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
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HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your father?
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your father?
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OPHELIA At home, my lord.
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OPHELIA At home, my lord.
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HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in ’s own house. Farewell.
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HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in ’s own house. Farewell.
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OPHELIA 135 O, help him, you sweet heavens!
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OPHELIA O, help him, you sweet heavens!
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HAMLET If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.
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HAMLET If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool, for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell.
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OPHELIA Heavenly powers, restore him!
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OPHELIA Heavenly powers, restore him!
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HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
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HAMLET I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face and you make yourselves another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you nickname God’s creatures and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ’t. It hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages. Those that are married already, all but one, shall live. The rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go.
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Exit HAMLET
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Exit HAMLET
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OPHELIA 150 Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!—
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
155 And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
160 Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me,
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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OPHELIA Oh, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!—
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That sucked the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatched form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. Oh, woe is me,
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS come forward
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CLAUDIUS and POLONIUS come forward
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CLAUDIUS Love? His affections do not that way tend.
Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul
165 O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger—which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
170 For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
175 From fashion of himself. What think you on ’t?
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CLAUDIUS Love? His affections do not that way tend.
Nor what he spake, though it lacked form a little,
Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger—which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas and countries different
With variable objects shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on ’t?
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POLONIUS It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
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POLONIUS It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
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180 We heard it all.—My lord, do as you please.
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief. Let her be round with him,
And I’ll be placed, so please you, in the ear
185 Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
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We heard it all.—My lord, do as you please.
But, if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief. Let her be round with him,
And I’ll be placed, so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
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CLAUDIUS It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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CLAUDIUS It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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