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SCENE IV. The Queen's closet.
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ACT I
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SCENE I. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
  
     Enter QUEEN MARGARET and POLONIUS
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     Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS of Rousillon, HELENA, and LAFEU, all in black
  
LORD POLONIUS
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COUNTESS
  
     He will come straight. Look you lay home to him:
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     In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.
    Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with,
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    And that your grace hath screen'd and stood between
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    Much heat and him. I'll sconce me even here.
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    Pray you, be round with him.
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HAMLET
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BERTRAM
  
     [Within] Mother, mother, mother!
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     And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death
 +
    anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to
 +
    whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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LAFEU
  
     I'll warrant you,
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     You shall find of the king a husband, madam; you,
     Fear me not: withdraw, I hear him coming.
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     sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times
 +
    good must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose
 +
    worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather
 +
    than lack it where there is such abundance.
  
    POLONIUS hides behind the arras
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COUNTESS
  
     Enter HAMLET
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     What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?
  
HAMLET
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LAFEU
  
     Now, mother, what's the matter?
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     He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose
 +
    practises he hath persecuted time with hope, and
 +
    finds no other advantage in the process but only the
 +
    losing of hope by time.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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COUNTESS
  
     Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
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     This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that
 +
    'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was
 +
    almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so
 +
    far, would have made nature immortal, and death
 +
    should have play for lack of work. Would, for the
 +
    king's sake, he were living! I think it would be
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    the death of the king's disease.
  
HAMLET
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LAFEU
  
     Mother, you have my father much offended.
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     How called you the man you speak of, madam?
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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COUNTESS
  
     Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue.
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     He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was
 +
    his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
  
HAMLET
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LAFEU
  
     Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue.
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     He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very
 +
    lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he
 +
    was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge
 +
    could be set up against mortality.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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BERTRAM
  
     Why, how now, Hamlet!
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     What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
  
HAMLET
+
LAFEU
  
     What's the matter now?
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     A fistula, my lord.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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BERTRAM
  
     Have you forgot me?
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     I heard not of it before.
  
HAMLET
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LAFEU
  
     No, by the rood, not so:
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     I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman
    You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife;
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    the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?
    And--would it were not so!--you are my mother.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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COUNTESS
  
     Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak.
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     His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my
 +
    overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that
 +
    her education promises; her dispositions she
 +
    inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where
 +
    an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there
 +
    commendations go with pity; they are virtues and
 +
    traitors too; in her they are the better for their
 +
    simpleness; she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
  
HAMLET
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LAFEU
  
     Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge;
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     Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.
    You go not till I set you up a glass
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    Where you may see the inmost part of you.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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COUNTESS
  
     What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?
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     'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise
     Help, help, ho!
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     in. The remembrance of her father never approaches
 +
    her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all
 +
    livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena;
 +
    go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect
 +
    a sorrow than have it.
  
LORD POLONIUS
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HELENA
  
     [Behind] What, ho! help, help, help!
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     I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
  
HAMLET
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LAFEU
  
     [Drawing] How now! a rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead!
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     Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
 +
    excessive grief the enemy to the living.
  
    Makes a pass through the arras
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COUNTESS
  
LORD POLONIUS
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    If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
 +
    makes it soon mortal.
  
    [Behind] O, I am slain!
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BERTRAM
  
     Falls and dies
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     Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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LAFEU
  
     O me, what hast thou done?
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     How understand we that?
  
HAMLET
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COUNTESS
  
     Nay, I know not:
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     Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
     Is it the king?
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    In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
 +
    Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness
 +
    Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
 +
    Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
 +
    Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
 +
    Under thy own life's key: be cheque'd for silence,
 +
    But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,
 +
    That thee may furnish and my prayers pluck down,
 +
    Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;
 +
    'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
 +
     Advise him.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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LAFEU
  
     O, what a rash and bloody deed is this!
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     He cannot want the best
 +
    That shall attend his love.
  
HAMLET
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COUNTESS
  
     A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother,
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     Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.
    As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
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QUEEN GERTRUDE
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    Exit
  
    As kill a king!
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BERTRAM
  
HAMLET
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    [To HELENA] The best wishes that can be forged in
 +
    your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable
 +
    to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
  
    Ay, lady, 'twas my word.
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LAFEU
  
     Lifts up the array and discovers POLONIUS
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     Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of
    Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!
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     your father.
    I took thee for thy better: take thy fortune;
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    Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.
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    Leave wringing of your hands: peace! sit you down,
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     And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
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    If it be made of penetrable stuff,
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    If damned custom have not brass'd it so
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    That it is proof and bulwark against sense.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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    Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU
  
    What have I done, that thou darest wag thy tongue
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HELENA
    In noise so rude against me?
+
  
HAMLET
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    O, were that all! I think not on my father;
 +
    And these great tears grace his remembrance more
 +
    Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
 +
    I have forgot him: my imagination
 +
    Carries no favour in't but Bertram's.
 +
    I am undone: there is no living, none,
 +
    If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one
 +
    That I should love a bright particular star
 +
    And think to wed it, he is so above me:
 +
    In his bright radiance and collateral light
 +
    Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
 +
    The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
 +
    The hind that would be mated by the lion
 +
    Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though plague,
 +
    To see him every hour; to sit and draw
 +
    His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
 +
    In our heart's table; heart too capable
 +
    Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
 +
    But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
 +
    Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?
  
     Such an act
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     Enter PAROLLES
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
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    Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
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    From the fair forehead of an innocent love
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    And sets a blister there, makes marriage-vows
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    As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
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    As from the body of contraction plucks
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    The very soul, and sweet religion makes
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    A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow:
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    Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
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    With tristful visage, as against the doom,
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    Is thought-sick at the act.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Aside
 +
    One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
 +
    And yet I know him a notorious liar,
 +
    Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
 +
    Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him,
 +
    That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
 +
    Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
 +
    Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
  
    Ay me, what act,
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PAROLLES
    That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
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HAMLET
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    Save you, fair queen!
  
    Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
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HELENA
    The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
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    See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
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    Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
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    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
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    A station like the herald Mercury
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    New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
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    A combination and a form indeed,
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    Where every god did seem to set his seal,
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    To give the world assurance of a man:
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    This was your husband. Look you now, what follows:
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    Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,
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    Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes?
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    Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,
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    And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?
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    You cannot call it love; for at your age
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    The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
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    And waits upon the judgment: and what judgment
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    Would step from this to this? Sense, sure, you have,
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    Else could you not have motion; but sure, that sense
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    Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err,
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    Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd
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    But it reserved some quantity of choice,
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    To serve in such a difference. What devil was't
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    That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman-blind?
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    Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
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    Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
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    Or but a sickly part of one true sense
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    Could not so mope.
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    O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
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    If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
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    To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
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    And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
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    When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
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    Since frost itself as actively doth burn
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    And reason panders will.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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    And you, monarch!
  
    O Hamlet, speak no more:
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PAROLLES
    Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul;
+
    And there I see such black and grained spots
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    As will not leave their tinct.
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HAMLET
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    No.
  
    Nay, but to live
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HELENA
    In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
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    Stew'd in corruption, honeying and making love
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    Over the nasty sty,--
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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    And no.
  
    O, speak to me no more;
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PAROLLES
    These words, like daggers, enter in mine ears;
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    No more, sweet Hamlet!
+
  
HAMLET
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    Are you meditating on virginity?
  
    A murderer and a villain;
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HELENA
    A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe
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    Of your precedent lord; a vice of kings;
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    A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
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    That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
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    And put it in his pocket!
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me
 +
    ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how
 +
    may we barricado it against him?
  
    No more!
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PAROLLES
  
HAMLET
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    Keep him out.
  
    A king of shreds and patches,--
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HELENA
  
     Enter Ghost
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     But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,
    Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings,
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    in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some
     You heavenly guards! What would your gracious figure?
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     warlike resistance.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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PAROLLES
  
     Alas, he's mad!
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     There is none: man, sitting down before you, will
 +
    undermine you and blow you up.
  
HAMLET
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HELENA
  
     Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
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     Bless our poor virginity from underminers and
     That, lapsed in time and passion, lets go by
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     blowers up! Is there no military policy, how
     The important acting of your dread command? O, say!
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     virgins might blow up men?
  
Ghost
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PAROLLES
  
     Do not forget: this visitation
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     Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be
     Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
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    blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with
     But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
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     the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It
     O, step between her and her fighting soul:
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     is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to
     Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works:
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     preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational
     Speak to her, Hamlet.
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    increase and there was never virgin got till
 +
     virginity was first lost. That you were made of is
 +
     metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost
 +
    may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is
 +
    ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!
  
HAMLET
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HELENA
  
     How is it with you, lady?
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     I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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PAROLLES
  
     Alas, how is't with you,
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     There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the
     That you do bend your eye on vacancy
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     rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity,
    And with the incorporal air do hold discourse?
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     is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible
     Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep;
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     disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin:
     And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm,
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    virginity murders itself and should be buried in
     Your bedded hair, like life in excrements,
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    highways out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate
     Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son,
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     offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,
     Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper
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    much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very
     Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do you look?
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     paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach.
 +
    Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of
 +
     self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the
 +
     canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but loose
 +
    by't: out with 't! within ten year it will make
 +
    itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the
 +
    principal itself not much the worse: away with 't!
  
HAMLET
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HELENA
  
     On him, on him! Look you, how pale he glares!
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     How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?
    His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones,
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    Would make them capable. Do not look upon me;
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    Lest with this piteous action you convert
+
    My stern effects: then what I have to do
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    Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
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PAROLLES
  
     To whom do you speak this?
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     Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it
 +
    likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
 +
    lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
 +
    while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
 +
    Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
 +
    of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
 +
    like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
 +
    now. Your date is better in your pie and your
 +
    porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
 +
    your old virginity, is like one of our French
 +
    withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
 +
    'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
 +
    marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Do you see nothing there?
+
     Not my virginity yet [ ]
 +
    There shall your master have a thousand loves,
 +
    A mother and a mistress and a friend,
 +
    A phoenix, captain and an enemy,
 +
    A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
 +
    A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
 +
    His humble ambition, proud humility,
 +
    His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
 +
    His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
 +
    Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
 +
    That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he--
 +
    I know not what he shall. God send him well!
 +
    The court's a learning place, and he is one--
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
PAROLLES
  
     Nothing at all; yet all that is I see.
+
     What one, i' faith?
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Nor did you nothing hear?
+
     That I wish well. 'Tis pity--
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
PAROLLES
  
     No, nothing but ourselves.
+
     What's pity?
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Why, look you there! look, how it steals away!
+
     That wishing well had not a body in't,
     My father, in his habit as he lived!
+
     Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
     Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal!
+
    Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
 +
     Might with effects of them follow our friends,
 +
    And show what we alone must think, which never
 +
    Return us thanks.
  
     Exit Ghost
+
     Enter Page
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
Page
  
     This the very coinage of your brain:
+
     Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
    This bodiless creation ecstasy
+
    Is very cunning in.
+
  
HAMLET
+
    Exit
  
    Ecstasy!
+
PAROLLES
    My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,
+
    And makes as healthful music: it is not madness
+
    That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,
+
    And I the matter will re-word; which madness
+
    Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
+
    Lay not that mattering unction to your soul,
+
    That not your trespass, but my madness speaks:
+
    It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
+
    Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
+
    Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
+
    Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
+
    And do not spread the compost on the weeds,
+
    To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
+
    For in the fatness of these pursy times
+
    Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
+
    Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Little Helen, farewell; if I can remember thee, I
 +
    will think of thee at court.
  
    O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain.
+
HELENA
  
HAMLET
+
    Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
  
    O, throw away the worser part of it,
+
PAROLLES
    And live the purer with the other half.
+
    Good night: but go not to mine uncle's bed;
+
    Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
+
    That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
+
    Of habits devil, is angel yet in this,
+
    That to the use of actions fair and good
+
    He likewise gives a frock or livery,
+
    That aptly is put on. Refrain to-night,
+
    And that shall lend a kind of easiness
+
    To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
+
    For use almost can change the stamp of nature,
+
    And either [ ] the devil, or throw him out
+
    With wondrous potency. Once more, good night:
+
    And when you are desirous to be bless'd,
+
    I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord,
+
  
     Pointing to POLONIUS
+
     Under Mars, I.
    I do repent: but heaven hath pleased it so,
+
    To punish me with this and this with me,
+
    That I must be their scourge and minister.
+
    I will bestow him, and will answer well
+
    The death I gave him. So, again, good night.
+
    I must be cruel, only to be kind:
+
    Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.
+
    One word more, good lady.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
HELENA
  
     What shall I do?
+
     I especially think, under Mars.
  
HAMLET
+
PAROLLES
  
     Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:
+
     Why under Mars?
    Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed;
+
    Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his mouse;
+
    And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
+
    Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,
+
    Make you to ravel all this matter out,
+
    That I essentially am not in madness,
+
    But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know;
+
    For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,
+
    Would from a paddock, from a bat, a gib,
+
    Such dear concernings hide? who would do so?
+
    No, in despite of sense and secrecy,
+
    Unpeg the basket on the house's top.
+
    Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,
+
    To try conclusions, in the basket creep,
+
    And break your own neck down.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
HELENA
  
     Be thou assured, if words be made of breath,
+
     The wars have so kept you under that you must needs
    And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
+
     be born under Mars.
     What thou hast said to me.
+
  
HAMLET
+
PAROLLES
  
     I must to England; you know that?
+
     When he was predominant.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
HELENA
  
     Alack,
+
     When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
    I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on.
+
  
HAMLET
+
PAROLLES
  
     There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
+
     Why think you so?
    Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
+
    They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
+
    And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
+
    For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
+
    Hoist with his own petard: and 't shall go hard
+
    But I will delve one yard below their mines,
+
    And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
+
    When in one line two crafts directly meet.
+
    This man shall set me packing:
+
    I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room.
+
    Mother, good night. Indeed this counsellor
+
    Is now most still, most secret and most grave,
+
    Who was in life a foolish prating knave.
+
    Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.
+
    Good night, mother.
+
  
    Exeunt severally; HAMLET dragging in POLONIUS
+
HELENA
  
ACT IV
+
    You go so much backward when you fight.
SCENE I. A room in the castle.
+
  
    Enter KING CLAUDIUS, QUEEN GERTRUDE, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN
+
PAROLLES
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    That's for advantage.
  
    There's matter in these sighs, these profound heaves:
+
HELENA
    You must translate: 'tis fit we understand them.
+
    Where is your son?
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    So is running away, when fear proposes the safety;
 +
    but the composition that your valour and fear makes
 +
    in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
  
    Bestow this place on us a little while.
+
PAROLLES
  
     Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+
     I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee
     Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night!
+
     acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the
 +
    which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize
 +
    thee, so thou wilt be capable of a courtier's
 +
    counsel and understand what advice shall thrust upon
 +
    thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and
 +
    thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When
 +
    thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast
 +
    none, remember thy friends; get thee a good husband,
 +
    and use him as he uses thee; so, farewell.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Exit
  
    What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet?
+
HELENA
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
 +
    Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky
 +
    Gives us free scope, only doth backward pull
 +
    Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
 +
    What power is it which mounts my love so high,
 +
    That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
 +
    The mightiest space in fortune nature brings
 +
    To join like likes and kiss like native things.
 +
    Impossible be strange attempts to those
 +
    That weigh their pains in sense and do suppose
 +
    What hath been cannot be: who ever strove
 +
    So show her merit, that did miss her love?
 +
    The king's disease--my project may deceive me,
 +
    But my intents are fix'd and will not leave me.
  
     Mad as the sea and wind, when both contend
+
     Exit
    Which is the mightier: in his lawless fit,
+
    Behind the arras hearing something stir,
+
    Whips out his rapier, cries, 'A rat, a rat!'
+
    And, in this brainish apprehension, kills
+
    The unseen good old man.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
SCENE II. Paris. The KING's palace.
  
     O heavy deed!
+
     Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING of France, with letters, and divers Attendants
    It had been so with us, had we been there:
+
    His liberty is full of threats to all;
+
    To you yourself, to us, to every one.
+
    Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd?
+
    It will be laid to us, whose providence
+
    Should have kept short, restrain'd and out of haunt,
+
    This mad young man: but so much was our love,
+
    We would not understand what was most fit;
+
    But, like the owner of a foul disease,
+
    To keep it from divulging, let it feed
+
    Even on the pith of Life. Where is he gone?
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
KING
  
     To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
+
     The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;
     O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
+
     Have fought with equal fortune and continue
     Among a mineral of metals base,
+
     A braving war.
    Shows itself pure; he weeps for what is done.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Lord
  
     O Gertrude, come away!
+
     So 'tis reported, sir.
    The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch,
+
    But we will ship him hence: and this vile deed
+
    We must, with all our majesty and skill,
+
    Both countenance and excuse. Ho, Guildenstern!
+
  
    Re-enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+
KING
    Friends both, go join you with some further aid:
+
    Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain,
+
    And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him:
+
    Go seek him out; speak fair, and bring the body
+
    Into the chapel. I pray you, haste in this.
+
  
     Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+
     Nay, 'tis most credible; we here received it
    Come, Gertrude, we'll call up our wisest friends;
+
     A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
     And let them know, both what we mean to do,
+
     With caution that the Florentine will move us
     And what's untimely done. O, come away!
+
     For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend
     My soul is full of discord and dismay.
+
    Prejudicates the business and would seem
 +
    To have us make denial.
  
     Exeunt
+
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    His love and wisdom,
 +
    Approved so to your majesty, may plead
 +
    For amplest credence.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    He hath arm'd our answer,
 +
    And Florence is denied before he comes:
 +
    Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
 +
    The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
 +
    To stand on either part.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    It well may serve
 +
    A nursery to our gentry, who are sick
 +
    For breathing and exploit.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    What's he comes here?
 +
 
 +
    Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,
 +
    Young Bertram.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;
 +
    Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
 +
    Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts
 +
    Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    I would I had that corporal soundness now,
 +
    As when thy father and myself in friendship
 +
    First tried our soldiership! He did look far
 +
    Into the service of the time and was
 +
    Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;
 +
    But on us both did haggish age steal on
 +
    And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
 +
    To talk of your good father. In his youth
 +
    He had the wit which I can well observe
 +
    To-day in our young lords; but they may jest
 +
    Till their own scorn return to them unnoted
 +
    Ere they can hide their levity in honour;
 +
    So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness
 +
    Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,
 +
    His equal had awaked them, and his honour,
 +
    Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
 +
    Exception bid him speak, and at this time
 +
    His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him
 +
    He used as creatures of another place
 +
    And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
 +
    Making them proud of his humility,
 +
    In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
 +
    Might be a copy to these younger times;
 +
    Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now
 +
    But goers backward.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    His good remembrance, sir,
 +
    Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
 +
    So in approof lives not his epitaph
 +
    As in your royal speech.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Would I were with him! He would always say--
 +
    Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words
 +
    He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,
 +
    To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'--
 +
    This his good melancholy oft began,
 +
    On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,
 +
    When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he,
 +
    'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
 +
    Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
 +
    All but new things disdain; whose judgments are
 +
    Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies
 +
    Expire before their fashions.' This he wish'd;
 +
    I after him do after him wish too,
 +
    Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
 +
    I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
 +
    To give some labourers room.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    You are loved, sir:
 +
    They that least lend it you shall lack you first.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,
 +
    Since the physician at your father's died?
 +
    He was much famed.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Some six months since, my lord.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    If he were living, I would try him yet.
 +
    Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out
 +
    With several applications; nature and sickness
 +
    Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
 +
    My son's no dearer.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Thank your majesty.
 +
 
 +
     Exeunt. Flourish
 +
 
 +
SCENE III. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
 +
 
 +
    Enter COUNTESS, Steward, and Clown
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?
 +
 
 +
Steward
 +
 
 +
    Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I
 +
    wish might be found in the calendar of my past
 +
    endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make
 +
    foul the clearness of our deservings, when of
 +
    ourselves we publish them.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah:
 +
    the complaints I have heard of you I do not all
 +
    believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know
 +
    you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability
 +
    enough to make such knaveries yours.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Well, sir.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor, though
 +
    many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have
 +
    your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel
 +
    the woman and I will do as we may.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    I do beg your good will in this case.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    In what case?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no
 +
    heritage: and I think I shall never have the
 +
    blessing of God till I have issue o' my body; for
 +
    they say barnes are blessings.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on
 +
    by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Is this all your worship's reason?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons such as they
 +
    are.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    May the world know them?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and
 +
    all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry
 +
    that I may repent.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have
 +
    friends for my wife's sake.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the
 +
    knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of.
 +
    He that ears my land spares my team and gives me
 +
    leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my
 +
    drudge: he that comforts my wife is the cherisher
 +
    of my flesh and blood; he that cherishes my flesh
 +
    and blood loves my flesh and blood; he that loves my
 +
    flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that kisses
 +
    my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to
 +
    be what they are, there were no fear in marriage;
 +
    for young Charbon the Puritan and old Poysam the
 +
    Papist, howsome'er their hearts are severed in
 +
    religion, their heads are both one; they may jowl
 +
    horns together, like any deer i' the herd.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next
 +
    way:
 +
    For I the ballad will repeat,
 +
    Which men full true shall find;
 +
    Your marriage comes by destiny,
 +
    Your cuckoo sings by kind.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.
 +
 
 +
Steward
 +
 
 +
    May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to
 +
    you: of her I am to speak.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her;
 +
    Helen, I mean.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
 +
    Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
 +
    Fond done, done fond,
 +
    Was this King Priam's joy?
 +
    With that she sighed as she stood,
 +
    With that she sighed as she stood,
 +
    And gave this sentence then;
 +
    Among nine bad if one be good,
 +
    Among nine bad if one be good,
 +
    There's yet one good in ten.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying
 +
    o' the song: would God would serve the world so all
 +
    the year! we'ld find no fault with the tithe-woman,
 +
    if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! An we
 +
    might have a good woman born but one every blazing
 +
    star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery
 +
    well: a man may draw his heart out, ere a' pluck
 +
    one.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    That man should be at woman's command, and yet no
 +
    hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it
 +
    will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of
 +
    humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am
 +
    going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
 +
 
 +
    Exit
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Well, now.
 +
 
 +
Steward
 +
 
 +
    I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and
 +
    she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully
 +
    make title to as much love as she finds: there is
 +
    more owing her than is paid; and more shall be paid
 +
    her than she'll demand.
 +
 
 +
Steward
 +
 
 +
    Madam, I was very late more near her than I think
 +
    she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate
 +
    to herself her own words to her own ears; she
 +
    thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any
 +
    stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son:
 +
    Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put
 +
    such difference betwixt their two estates; Love no
 +
    god, that would not extend his might, only where
 +
    qualities were level; Dian no queen of virgins, that
 +
    would suffer her poor knight surprised, without
 +
    rescue in the first assault or ransom afterward.
 +
    This she delivered in the most bitter touch of
 +
    sorrow that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I
 +
    held my duty speedily to acquaint you withal;
 +
    sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns
 +
    you something to know it.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    You have discharged this honestly; keep it to
 +
    yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this
 +
    before, which hung so tottering in the balance that
 +
    I could neither believe nor misdoubt. Pray you,
 +
    leave me: stall this in your bosom; and I thank you
 +
    for your honest care: I will speak with you further anon.
 +
 
 +
    Exit Steward
 +
 
 +
    Enter HELENA
 +
    Even so it was with me when I was young:
 +
    If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
 +
    Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
 +
    Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
 +
    It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
 +
    Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:
 +
    By our remembrances of days foregone,
 +
    Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.
 +
    Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    What is your pleasure, madam?
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    You know, Helen,
 +
    I am a mother to you.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Mine honourable mistress.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Nay, a mother:
 +
    Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,'
 +
    Methought you saw a serpent: what's in 'mother,'
 +
    That you start at it? I say, I am your mother;
 +
    And put you in the catalogue of those
 +
    That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen
 +
    Adoption strives with nature and choice breeds
 +
    A native slip to us from foreign seeds:
 +
    You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,
 +
    Yet I express to you a mother's care:
 +
    God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood
 +
    To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,
 +
    That this distemper'd messenger of wet,
 +
    The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?
 +
    Why? that you are my daughter?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    That I am not.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    I say, I am your mother.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Pardon, madam;
 +
    The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother:
 +
    I am from humble, he from honour'd name;
 +
    No note upon my parents, his all noble:
 +
    My master, my dear lord he is; and I
 +
    His servant live, and will his vassal die:
 +
    He must not be my brother.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Nor I your mother?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    You are my mother, madam; would you were,--
 +
    So that my lord your son were not my brother,--
 +
    Indeed my mother! or were you both our mothers,
 +
    I care no more for than I do for heaven,
 +
    So I were not his sister. Can't no other,
 +
    But, I your daughter, he must be my brother?
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
  
SCENE II. Another room in the castle.
+
    Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law:
 +
    God shield you mean it not! daughter and mother
 +
    So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again?
 +
    My fear hath catch'd your fondness: now I see
 +
    The mystery of your loneliness, and find
 +
    Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross
 +
    You love my son; invention is ashamed,
 +
    Against the proclamation of thy passion,
 +
    To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true;
 +
    But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look thy cheeks
 +
    Confess it, th' one to th' other; and thine eyes
 +
    See it so grossly shown in thy behaviors
 +
    That in their kind they speak it: only sin
 +
    And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,
 +
    That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so?
 +
    If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew;
 +
    If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee,
 +
    As heaven shall work in me for thine avail,
 +
    Tell me truly.
  
    Enter HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
HAMLET
+
    Good madam, pardon me!
  
    Safely stowed.
+
COUNTESS
  
ROSENCRANTZ: GUILDENSTERN:
+
    Do you love my son?
  
    [Within] Hamlet! Lord Hamlet!
+
HELENA
  
HAMLET
+
    Your pardon, noble mistress!
  
    What noise? who calls on Hamlet?
+
COUNTESS
    O, here they come.
+
  
     Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+
     Love you my son?
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
HELENA
  
     What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?
+
     Do not you love him, madam?
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     Compounded it with dust, whereto 'tis kin.
+
     Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
 +
    Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose
 +
    The state of your affection; for your passions
 +
    Have to the full appeach'd.
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
HELENA
  
     Tell us where 'tis, that we may take it thence
+
     Then, I confess,
     And bear it to the chapel.
+
    Here on my knee, before high heaven and you,
 +
    That before you, and next unto high heaven,
 +
    I love your son.
 +
    My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:
 +
    Be not offended; for it hurts not him
 +
    That he is loved of me: I follow him not
 +
    By any token of presumptuous suit;
 +
    Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
 +
    Yet never know how that desert should be.
 +
    I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
 +
    Yet in this captious and intenible sieve
 +
    I still pour in the waters of my love
 +
     And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like,
 +
    Religious in mine error, I adore
 +
    The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,
 +
    But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
 +
    Let not your hate encounter with my love
 +
    For loving where you do: but if yourself,
 +
    Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
 +
    Did ever in so true a flame of liking
 +
    Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
 +
    Was both herself and love: O, then, give pity
 +
    To her, whose state is such that cannot choose
 +
    But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
 +
    That seeks not to find that her search implies,
 +
    But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies!
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     Do not believe it.
+
     Had you not lately an intent,--speak truly,--
 +
    To go to Paris?
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
HELENA
  
     Believe what?
+
     Madam, I had.
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     That I can keep your counsel and not mine own.
+
     Wherefore? tell true.
    Besides, to be demanded of a sponge! what
+
    replication should be made by the son of a king?
+
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
HELENA
  
     Take you me for a sponge, my lord?
+
     I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear.
 +
    You know my father left me some prescriptions
 +
    Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading
 +
    And manifest experience had collected
 +
    For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me
 +
    In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them,
 +
    As notes whose faculties inclusive were
 +
    More than they were in note: amongst the rest,
 +
    There is a remedy, approved, set down,
 +
    To cure the desperate languishings whereof
 +
    The king is render'd lost.
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his
+
     This was your motive
     rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the
+
     For Paris, was it? speak.
    king best service in the end: he keeps them, like
+
    an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to
+
    be last swallowed: when he needs what you have
+
    gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you
+
    shall be dry again.
+
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
HELENA
  
     I understand you not, my lord.
+
     My lord your son made me to think of this;
 +
    Else Paris and the medicine and the king
 +
    Had from the conversation of my thoughts
 +
    Haply been absent then.
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a
+
     But think you, Helen,
     foolish ear.
+
    If you should tender your supposed aid,
 +
    He would receive it? he and his physicians
 +
    Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,
 +
    They, that they cannot help: how shall they credit
 +
    A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,
 +
    Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off
 +
     The danger to itself?
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
HELENA
  
     My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go
+
     There's something in't,
     with us to the king.
+
    More than my father's skill, which was the greatest
 +
    Of his profession, that his good receipt
 +
    Shall for my legacy be sanctified
 +
    By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour
 +
     But give me leave to try success, I'ld venture
 +
    The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure
 +
    By such a day and hour.
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     The body is with the king, but the king is not with
+
     Dost thou believe't?
    the body. The king is a thing--
+
  
GUILDENSTERN
+
HELENA
  
     A thing, my lord!
+
     Ay, madam, knowingly.
  
HAMLET
+
COUNTESS
  
     Of nothing: bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after.
+
     Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,
 +
    Means and attendants and my loving greetings
 +
    To those of mine in court: I'll stay at home
 +
    And pray God's blessing into thy attempt:
 +
    Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,
 +
    What I can help thee to thou shalt not miss.
  
 
     Exeunt
 
     Exeunt
  
SCENE III. Another room in the castle.
+
ACT II
 +
SCENE I. Paris. The KING's palace.
  
     Enter KING CLAUDIUS, attended  
+
     Flourish of cornets. Enter the KING, attended with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war; BERTRAM, and PAROLLES
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
KING
  
     I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
+
     Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles
     How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
+
     Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewell:
    Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
+
     Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all
    He's loved of the distracted multitude,
+
     The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
    Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;
+
     And is enough for both.
     And where tis so, the offender's scourge is weigh'd,
+
    But never the offence. To bear all smooth and even,
+
     This sudden sending him away must seem
+
    Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown
+
    By desperate appliance are relieved,
+
     Or not at all.
+
  
    Enter ROSENCRANTZ
+
First Lord
    How now! what hath befall'n?
+
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
    'Tis our hope, sir,
 +
    After well enter'd soldiers, to return
 +
    And find your grace in health.
  
    Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord,
+
KING
    We cannot get from him.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
 +
    Will not confess he owes the malady
 +
    That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords;
 +
    Whether I live or die, be you the sons
 +
    Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy,--
 +
    Those bated that inherit but the fall
 +
    Of the last monarchy,--see that you come
 +
    Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when
 +
    The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,
 +
    That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.
  
    But where is he?
+
Second Lord
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
    Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!
  
    Without, my lord; guarded, to know your pleasure.
+
KING
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:
 +
    They say, our French lack language to deny,
 +
    If they demand: beware of being captives,
 +
    Before you serve.
  
    Bring him before us.
+
Both
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
    Our hearts receive your warnings.
  
    Ho, Guildenstern! bring in my lord.
+
KING
  
     Enter HAMLET and GUILDENSTERN
+
     Farewell. Come hither to me.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Exit, attended
  
    Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius?
+
First Lord
  
HAMLET
+
    O, my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
  
    At supper.
+
PAROLLES
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    'Tis not his fault, the spark.
  
    At supper! where?
+
Second Lord
  
HAMLET
+
    O, 'tis brave wars!
  
    Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
+
PAROLLES
    convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
+
    worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
+
    creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
+
    maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
+
    variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
+
    that's the end.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
  
    Alas, alas!
+
BERTRAM
  
HAMLET
+
    I am commanded here, and kept a coil with
 +
    'Too young' and 'the next year' and ''tis too early.'
  
    A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
+
PAROLLES
    king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.
  
    What dost you mean by this?
+
BERTRAM
  
HAMLET
+
    I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock,
 +
    Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,
 +
    Till honour be bought up and no sword worn
 +
    But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.
  
    Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
+
First Lord
    progress through the guts of a beggar.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    There's honour in the theft.
  
    Where is Polonius?
+
PAROLLES
  
HAMLET
+
    Commit it, count.
  
    In heaven; send hither to see: if your messenger
+
Second Lord
    find him not there, seek him i' the other place
+
    yourself. But indeed, if you find him not within
+
    this month, you shall nose him as you go up the
+
    stairs into the lobby.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    I am your accessary; and so, farewell.
  
    Go seek him there.
+
BERTRAM
  
     To some Attendants
+
     I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.
  
HAMLET
+
First Lord
  
     He will stay till ye come.
+
     Farewell, captain.
  
    Exeunt Attendants
+
Second Lord
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
  
    Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety,--
+
PAROLLES
    Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
+
    For that which thou hast done,--must send thee hence
+
    With fiery quickness: therefore prepare thyself;
+
    The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
+
    The associates tend, and every thing is bent
+
    For England.
+
  
HAMLET
+
    Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good
 +
    sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall
 +
    find in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain
 +
    Spurio, with his cicatrice, an emblem of war, here
 +
    on his sinister cheek; it was this very sword
 +
    entrenched it: say to him, I live; and observe his
 +
    reports for me.
  
    For England!
+
First Lord
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    We shall, noble captain.
  
     Ay, Hamlet.
+
     Exeunt Lords
  
HAMLET
+
PAROLLES
  
     Good.
+
     Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
BERTRAM
  
     So is it, if thou knew'st our purposes.
+
     Stay: the king.
  
HAMLET
+
    Re-enter KING. BERTRAM and PAROLLES retire
  
    I see a cherub that sees them. But, come; for
+
PAROLLES
    England! Farewell, dear mother.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    [To BERTRAM] Use a more spacious ceremony to the
 +
    noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the
 +
    list of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to
 +
    them: for they wear themselves in the cap of the
 +
    time, there do muster true gait, eat, speak, and
 +
    move under the influence of the most received star;
 +
    and though the devil lead the measure, such are to
 +
    be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.
  
    Thy loving father, Hamlet.
+
BERTRAM
  
HAMLET
+
    And I will do so.
  
     My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man
+
PAROLLES
     and wife is one flesh; and so, my mother. Come, for England!
+
 
 +
    Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy sword-men.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt BERTRAM and PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Enter LAFEU
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    [Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    I'll fee thee to stand up.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon.
 +
    I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy,
 +
    And that at my bidding you could so stand up.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    I would I had; so I had broke thy pate,
 +
    And ask'd thee mercy for't.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Good faith, across: but, my good lord 'tis thus;
 +
    Will you be cured of your infirmity?
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    No.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
 +
    Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if
 +
     My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine
 +
    That's able to breathe life into a stone,
 +
    Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
 +
    With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch,
 +
     Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
 +
    To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand,
 +
    And write to her a love-line.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    What 'her' is this?
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived,
 +
    If you will see her: now, by my faith and honour,
 +
    If seriously I may convey my thoughts
 +
    In this my light deliverance, I have spoke
 +
    With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,
 +
    Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more
 +
    Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her
 +
    For that is her demand, and know her business?
 +
    That done, laugh well at me.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Now, good Lafeu,
 +
    Bring in the admiration; that we with thee
 +
    May spend our wonder too, or take off thine
 +
    By wondering how thou took'st it.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Nay, I'll fit you,
 +
    And not be all day neither.
  
 
     Exit
 
     Exit
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
KING
 +
 
 +
    Thus he his special nothing ever prologues.
 +
 
 +
    Re-enter LAFEU, with HELENA
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Nay, come your ways.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    This haste hath wings indeed.
  
    Follow him at foot; tempt him with speed aboard;
+
LAFEU
    Delay it not; I'll have him hence to-night:
+
    Away! for every thing is seal'd and done
+
    That else leans on the affair: pray you, make haste.
+
  
     Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN
+
     Nay, come your ways:
    And, England, if my love thou hold'st at aught--
+
     This is his majesty; say your mind to him:
     As my great power thereof may give thee sense,
+
     A traitor you do look like; but such traitors
    Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red
+
     His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle,
    After the Danish sword, and thy free awe
+
     That dare leave two together; fare you well.
    Pays homage to us--thou mayst not coldly set
+
    Our sovereign process; which imports at full,
+
    By letters congruing to that effect,
+
     The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
+
     For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
+
    And thou must cure me: till I know 'tis done,
+
     Howe'er my haps, my joys were ne'er begun.
+
  
 
     Exit
 
     Exit
  
SCENE IV. A plain in Denmark.
+
KING
  
     Enter FORTINBRAS, a Captain, and Soldiers, marching
+
     Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
  
PRINCE FORTINBRAS
+
HELENA
  
     Go, captain, from me greet the Danish king;
+
     Ay, my good lord.
    Tell him that, by his licence, Fortinbras
+
     Gerard de Narbon was my father;
    Craves the conveyance of a promised march
+
     In what he did profess, well found.
    Over his kingdom. You know the rendezvous.
+
     If that his majesty would aught with us,
+
    We shall express our duty in his eye;
+
     And let him know so.
+
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     I will do't, my lord.
+
     I knew him.
  
PRINCE FORTINBRAS
+
HELENA
  
     Go softly on.
+
     The rather will I spare my praises towards him:
 +
    Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death
 +
    Many receipts he gave me: chiefly one.
 +
    Which, as the dearest issue of his practise,
 +
    And of his old experience the oily darling,
 +
    He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
 +
    Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so;
 +
    And hearing your high majesty is touch'd
 +
    With that malignant cause wherein the honour
 +
    Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
 +
    I come to tender it and my appliance
 +
    With all bound humbleness.
  
    Exeunt FORTINBRAS and Soldiers
+
KING
  
     Enter HAMLET, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, and others
+
     We thank you, maiden;
 +
    But may not be so credulous of cure,
 +
    When our most learned doctors leave us and
 +
    The congregated college have concluded
 +
    That labouring art can never ransom nature
 +
    From her inaidible estate; I say we must not
 +
    So stain our judgment, or corrupt our hope,
 +
    To prostitute our past-cure malady
 +
    To empirics, or to dissever so
 +
    Our great self and our credit, to esteem
 +
    A senseless help when help past sense we deem.
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Good sir, whose powers are these?
+
     My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
 +
    I will no more enforce mine office on you.
 +
    Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
 +
    A modest one, to bear me back a again.
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     They are of Norway, sir.
+
     I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:
 +
    Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
 +
    As one near death to those that wish him live:
 +
    But what at full I know, thou know'st no part,
 +
    I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     How purposed, sir, I pray you?
+
     What I can do can do no hurt to try,
 +
    Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy.
 +
    He that of greatest works is finisher
 +
    Oft does them by the weakest minister:
 +
    So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown,
 +
    When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
 +
    From simple sources, and great seas have dried
 +
    When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
 +
    Oft expectation fails and most oft there
 +
    Where most it promises, and oft it hits
 +
    Where hope is coldest and despair most fits.
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     Against some part of Poland.
+
     I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
 +
    Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:
 +
    Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Who commands them, sir?
+
     Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:
 +
    It is not so with Him that all things knows
 +
    As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;
 +
    But most it is presumption in us when
 +
    The help of heaven we count the act of men.
 +
    Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
 +
    Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
 +
    I am not an impostor that proclaim
 +
    Myself against the level of mine aim;
 +
    But know I think and think I know most sure
 +
    My art is not past power nor you past cure.
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     The nephews to old Norway, Fortinbras.
+
     Are thou so confident? within what space
 +
    Hopest thou my cure?
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Goes it against the main of Poland, sir,
+
     The great'st grace lending grace
     Or for some frontier?
+
    Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
 +
    Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring,
 +
    Ere twice in murk and occidental damp
 +
    Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp,
 +
     Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass
 +
    Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass,
 +
    What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
 +
    Health shall live free and sickness freely die.
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     Truly to speak, and with no addition,
+
     Upon thy certainty and confidence
     We go to gain a little patch of ground
+
     What darest thou venture?
    That hath in it no profit but the name.
+
    To pay five ducats, five, I would not farm it;
+
    Nor will it yield to Norway or the Pole
+
    A ranker rate, should it be sold in fee.
+
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Why, then the Polack never will defend it.
+
     Tax of impudence,
 +
    A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame
 +
    Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name
 +
    Sear'd otherwise; nay, worse--if worse--extended
 +
    With vilest torture let my life be ended.
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     Yes, it is already garrison'd.
+
     Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak
 +
    His powerful sound within an organ weak:
 +
    And what impossibility would slay
 +
    In common sense, sense saves another way.
 +
    Thy life is dear; for all that life can rate
 +
    Worth name of life in thee hath estimate,
 +
    Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all
 +
    That happiness and prime can happy call:
 +
    Thou this to hazard needs must intimate
 +
    Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.
 +
    Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,
 +
    That ministers thine own death if I die.
  
HAMLET
+
HELENA
  
     Two thousand souls and twenty thousand ducats
+
     If I break time, or flinch in property
     Will not debate the question of this straw:
+
     Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
    This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace,
+
     And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
     That inward breaks, and shows no cause without
+
     But, if I help, what do you promise me?
     Why the man dies. I humbly thank you, sir.
+
  
Captain
+
KING
  
     God be wi' you, sir.
+
     Make thy demand.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    But will you make it even?
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand
 +
    What husband in thy power I will command:
 +
    Exempted be from me the arrogance
 +
    To choose from forth the royal blood of France,
 +
    My low and humble name to propagate
 +
    With any branch or image of thy state;
 +
    But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know
 +
    Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Here is my hand; the premises observed,
 +
    Thy will by my performance shall be served:
 +
    So make the choice of thy own time, for I,
 +
    Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.
 +
    More should I question thee, and more I must,
 +
    Though more to know could not be more to trust,
 +
    From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
 +
    Unquestion'd welcome and undoubted blest.
 +
    Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed
 +
    As high as word, my deed shall match thy meed.
 +
 
 +
    Flourish. Exeunt
 +
 
 +
SCENE II. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
 +
 
 +
    Enter COUNTESS and Clown
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of
 +
    your breeding.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I
 +
    know my business is but to the court.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    To the court! why, what place make you special,
 +
    when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he
 +
    may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make
 +
    a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand and say nothing,
 +
    has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed
 +
    such a fellow, to say precisely, were not for the
 +
    court; but for me, I have an answer will serve all
 +
    men.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all
 +
    questions.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks,
 +
    the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn
 +
    buttock, or any buttock.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney,
 +
    as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's
 +
    rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove
 +
    Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his
 +
    hole, the cuckold to his horn, as a scolding queen
 +
    to a wrangling knave, as the nun's lip to the
 +
    friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all
 +
    questions?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    From below your duke to beneath your constable, it
 +
    will fit any question.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    It must be an answer of most monstrous size that
 +
    must fit all demands.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned
 +
    should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that
 +
    belongs to't. Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall
 +
    do you no harm to learn.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in
 +
    question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. I
 +
    pray you, sir, are you a courtier?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,
 +
    more, a hundred of them.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    O Lord, sir! spare not me.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, and
 +
    'spare not me?' Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very
 +
    sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well
 +
    to a whipping, if you were but bound to't.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,
 +
    sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    I play the noble housewife with the time
 +
    To entertain't so merrily with a fool.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,
 +
    And urge her to a present answer back:
 +
    Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:
 +
    This is not much.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Not much commendation to them.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Not much employment for you: you understand me?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Haste you again.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt severally
 +
 
 +
SCENE III. Paris. The KING's palace.
 +
 
 +
    Enter BERTRAM, LAFEU, and PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    They say miracles are past; and we have our
 +
    philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar,
 +
    things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that
 +
    we make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves
 +
    into seeming knowledge, when we should submit
 +
    ourselves to an unknown fear.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that hath
 +
    shot out in our latter times.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    And so 'tis.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    To be relinquish'd of the artists,--
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    So I say.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Both of Galen and Paracelsus.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    So I say.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Of all the learned and authentic fellows,--
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Right; so I say.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    That gave him out incurable,--
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Why, there 'tis; so say I too.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Not to be helped,--
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a--
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Uncertain life, and sure death.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Just, you say well; so would I have said.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you
 +
    shall read it in--what do you call there?
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    That's it; I would have said the very same.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me,
 +
    I speak in respect--
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the
 +
    brief and the tedious of it; and he's of a most
 +
    facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the--
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Very hand of heaven.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Ay, so I say.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    In a most weak--
 +
 
 +
    pausing
 +
    and debile minister, great power, great
 +
    transcendence: which should, indeed, give us a
 +
    further use to be made than alone the recovery of
 +
    the king, as to be--
 +
 
 +
    pausing
 +
    generally thankful.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I would have said it; you say well. Here comes the king.
 +
 
 +
    Enter KING, HELENA, and Attendants. LAFEU and PAROLLES retire
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Lustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid the
 +
    better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: why, he's
 +
    able to lead her a coranto.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    'Fore God, I think so.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Go, call before me all the lords in court.
 +
    Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
 +
    And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
 +
    Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
 +
    The confirmation of my promised gift,
 +
    Which but attends thy naming.
 +
 
 +
    Enter three or four Lords
 +
    Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
 +
    Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
 +
    O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice
 +
    I have to use: thy frank election make;
 +
    Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress
 +
    Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one!
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I'ld give bay Curtal and his furniture,
 +
    My mouth no more were broken than these boys',
 +
    And writ as little beard.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Peruse them well:
 +
    Not one of those but had a noble father.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Gentlemen,
 +
    Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.
 +
 
 +
All
 +
 
 +
    We understand it, and thank heaven for you.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I am a simple maid, and therein wealthiest,
 +
    That I protest I simply am a maid.
 +
    Please it your majesty, I have done already:
 +
    The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
 +
    'We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused,
 +
    Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;
 +
    We'll ne'er come there again.'
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Make choice; and, see,
 +
    Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly,
 +
    And to imperial Love, that god most high,
 +
    Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    And grant it.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I had rather be in this choice than throw ames-ace
 +
    for my life.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
 +
    Before I speak, too threateningly replies:
 +
    Love make your fortunes twenty times above
 +
    Her that so wishes and her humble love!
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    No better, if you please.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    My wish receive,
 +
    Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine,
 +
    I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the
 +
    Turk, to make eunuchs of.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Be not afraid that I your hand should take;
 +
    I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:
 +
    Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed
 +
    Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have her:
 +
    sure, they are bastards to the English; the French
 +
    ne'er got 'em.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    You are too young, too happy, and too good,
 +
    To make yourself a son out of my blood.
 +
 
 +
Fourth Lord
 +
 
 +
    Fair one, I think not so.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    There's one grape yet; I am sure thy father drunk
 +
    wine: but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth
 +
    of fourteen; I have known thee already.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    [To BERTRAM] I dare not say I take you; but I give
 +
    Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
 +
    Into your guiding power. This is the man.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,
 +
    In such a business give me leave to use
 +
    The help of mine own eyes.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Know'st thou not, Bertram,
 +
    What she has done for me?
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Yes, my good lord;
 +
    But never hope to know why I should marry her.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    But follows it, my lord, to bring me down
 +
    Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
 +
    She had her breeding at my father's charge.
 +
    A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain
 +
    Rather corrupt me ever!
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
 +
    I can build up. Strange is it that our bloods,
 +
    Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,
 +
    Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off
 +
    In differences so mighty. If she be
 +
    All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,
 +
    A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
 +
    Of virtue for the name: but do not so:
 +
    From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
 +
    The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
 +
    Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,
 +
    It is a dropsied honour. Good alone
 +
    Is good without a name. Vileness is so:
 +
    The property by what it is should go,
 +
    Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;
 +
    In these to nature she's immediate heir,
 +
    And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
 +
    Which challenges itself as honour's born
 +
    And is not like the sire: honours thrive,
 +
    When rather from our acts we them derive
 +
    Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave
 +
    Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave
 +
    A lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
 +
    Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb
 +
    Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
 +
    If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
 +
    I can create the rest: virtue and she
 +
    Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to choose.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:
 +
    Let the rest go.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
 +
    I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
 +
    Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
 +
    That dost in vile misprision shackle up
 +
    My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
 +
    We, poising us in her defective scale,
 +
    Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
 +
    It is in us to plant thine honour where
 +
    We please to have it grow. Cheque thy contempt:
 +
    Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
 +
    Believe not thy disdain, but presently
 +
    Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
 +
    Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
 +
    Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
 +
    Into the staggers and the careless lapse
 +
    Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
 +
    Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
 +
    Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
 +
    My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
 +
    What great creation and what dole of honour
 +
    Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late
 +
    Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now
 +
    The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,
 +
    Is as 'twere born so.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Take her by the hand,
 +
    And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
 +
    A counterpoise, if not to thy estate
 +
    A balance more replete.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I take her hand.
 +
 
 +
KING
 +
 
 +
    Good fortune and the favour of the king
 +
    Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony
 +
    Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,
 +
    And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast
 +
    Shall more attend upon the coming space,
 +
    Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,
 +
    Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt all but LAFEU and PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    [Advancing] Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Your pleasure, sir?
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Your lord and master did well to make his
 +
    recantation.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Recantation! My lord! my master!
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Ay; is it not a language I speak?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    A most harsh one, and not to be understood without
 +
    bloody succeeding. My master!
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    To any count, to all counts, to what is man.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    To what is count's man: count's master is of
 +
    another style.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are too old.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which
 +
    title age cannot bring thee.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    What I dare too well do, I dare not do.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty
 +
    wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy
 +
    travel; it might pass: yet the scarfs and the
 +
    bannerets about thee did manifoldly dissuade me from
 +
    believing thee a vessel of too great a burthen. I
 +
    have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care
 +
    not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up; and
 +
    that thou't scarce worth.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon thee,--
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou
 +
    hasten thy trial; which if--Lord have mercy on thee
 +
    for a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee
 +
    well: thy casement I need not open, for I look
 +
    through thee. Give me thy hand.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I have not, my lord, deserved it.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not
 +
    bate thee a scruple.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Well, I shall be wiser.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Even as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at
 +
    a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound
 +
    in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is
 +
    to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold
 +
    my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge,
 +
    that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor
 +
    doing eternal: for doing I am past: as I will by
 +
    thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
  
 
     Exit
 
     Exit
  
ROSENCRANTZ
+
PAROLLES
  
     Wilt please you go, my lord?
+
     Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off
 +
    me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must
 +
    be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
 +
    I'll beat him, by my life, if I can meet him with
 +
    any convenience, an he were double and double a
 +
    lord. I'll have no more pity of his age than I
 +
    would of--I'll beat him, an if I could but meet him again.
  
HAMLET
+
    Re-enter LAFEU
  
    I'll be with you straight go a little before.
+
LAFEU
  
     Exeunt all except HAMLET
+
     Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news
    How all occasions do inform against me,
+
     for you: you have a new mistress.
    And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
+
 
    If his chief good and market of his time
+
PAROLLES
     Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
+
 
    Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
+
     I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make
    Looking before and after, gave us not
+
     some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good
    That capability and god-like reason
+
     lord: whom I serve above is my master.
     To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
+
 
     Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
+
LAFEU
     Of thinking too precisely on the event,
+
 
    A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
+
     Who? God?
    And ever three parts coward, I do not know
+
 
    Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
+
PAROLLES
     Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
+
 
    To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
+
     Ay, sir.
    Witness this army of such mass and charge
+
 
     Led by a delicate and tender prince,
+
LAFEU
    Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
+
 
    Makes mouths at the invisible event,
+
     The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou
     Exposing what is mortal and unsure
+
     garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of
    To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
+
     sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set
     Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
+
     thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine
     Is not to stir without great argument,
+
     honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'ld beat
     But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
+
     thee: methinks, thou art a general offence, and
     When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
+
     every man should beat thee: I think thou wast
     That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
+
     created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.
    Excitements of my reason and my blood,
+
 
     And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
+
PAROLLES
     The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
+
 
     That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
+
     This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.
     Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
+
 
     Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
+
LAFEU
     Which is not tomb enough and continent
+
 
     To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
+
     Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
     My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
+
     kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
 +
     no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
 +
     and honourable personages than the commission of your
 +
    birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not
 +
     worth another word, else I'ld call you knave. I leave you.
  
 
     Exit
 
     Exit
  
SCENE V. Elsinore. A room in the castle.
+
PAROLLES
  
     Enter QUEEN GERTRUDE, HORATIO, and a Gentleman
+
     Good, very good; it is so then: good, very good;
 +
    let it be concealed awhile.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Re-enter BERTRAM
  
    I will not speak with her.
+
BERTRAM
  
Gentleman
+
    Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
  
    She is importunate, indeed distract:
+
PAROLLES
    Her mood will needs be pitied.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    What's the matter, sweet-heart?
  
    What would she have?
+
BERTRAM
  
Gentleman
+
    Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
 +
    I will not bed her.
  
    She speaks much of her father; says she hears
+
PAROLLES
    There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats her heart;
+
    Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
+
    That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
+
    Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
+
    The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
+
    And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
+
    Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
+
    yield them,
+
    Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
+
    Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
+
  
HORATIO
+
    What, what, sweet-heart?
  
    'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
+
BERTRAM
    Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    O my Parolles, they have married me!
 +
    I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
  
    Let her come in.
+
PAROLLES
  
     Exit HORATIO
+
     France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
     To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is,
+
     The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
    Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:
+
    So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
+
    It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
+
  
    Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA
+
BERTRAM
  
OPHELIA
+
    There's letters from my mother: what the import is,
 +
    I know not yet.
  
    Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
+
PAROLLES
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
 +
    He wears his honour in a box unseen,
 +
    That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home,
 +
    Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
 +
    Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
 +
    Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
 +
    France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
 +
    Therefore, to the war!
  
    How now, Ophelia!
+
BERTRAM
  
OPHELIA
+
    It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,
 +
    Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,
 +
    And wherefore I am fled; write to the king
 +
    That which I durst not speak; his present gift
 +
    Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,
 +
    Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife
 +
    To the dark house and the detested wife.
  
    [Sings]
+
PAROLLES
    How should I your true love know
+
    From another one?
+
    By his cockle hat and staff,
+
    And his sandal shoon.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Will this capriccio hold in thee? art sure?
  
    Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
+
BERTRAM
  
OPHELIA
+
    Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
 +
    I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
 +
    I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
  
    Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
+
PAROLLES
  
     Sings
+
     Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:
     He is dead and gone, lady,
+
     A young man married is a man that's marr'd:
     He is dead and gone;
+
     Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go:
     At his head a grass-green turf,
+
     The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so.
    At his heels a stone.
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Exeunt
  
    Nay, but, Ophelia,--
+
SCENE IV. Paris. The KING's palace.
  
OPHELIA
+
    Enter HELENA and Clown
  
    Pray you, mark.
+
HELENA
  
     Sings
+
     My mother greets me kindly; is she well?
    White his shroud as the mountain snow,--
+
  
    Enter KING CLAUDIUS
+
Clown
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's
 +
    very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be
 +
    given, she's very well and wants nothing i', the
 +
    world; but yet she is not well.
  
    Alas, look here, my lord.
+
HELENA
  
OPHELIA
+
    If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's
 +
    not very well?
  
    [Sings]
+
Clown
    Larded with sweet flowers
+
    Which bewept to the grave did go
+
    With true-love showers.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.
  
    How do you, pretty lady?
+
HELENA
  
OPHELIA
+
    What two things?
  
    Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's
+
Clown
    daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
+
    what we may be. God be at your table!
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her
 +
    quickly! the other that she's in earth, from whence
 +
    God send her quickly!
  
     Conceit upon her father.
+
     Enter PAROLLES
  
OPHELIA
+
PAROLLES
  
     Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
+
     Bless you, my fortunate lady!
    ask you what it means, say you this:
+
  
    Sings
+
HELENA
    To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
+
    All in the morning betime,
+
    And I a maid at your window,
+
    To be your Valentine.
+
    Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
+
    And dupp'd the chamber-door;
+
    Let in the maid, that out a maid
+
    Never departed more.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine own
 +
    good fortunes.
  
    Pretty Ophelia!
+
PAROLLES
  
OPHELIA
+
    You had my prayers to lead them on; and to keep them
 +
    on, have them still. O, my knave, how does my old lady?
  
    Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't:
+
Clown
  
     Sings
+
     So that you had her wrinkles and I her money,
    By Gis and by Saint Charity,
+
     I would she did as you say.
     Alack, and fie for shame!
+
    Young men will do't, if they come to't;
+
    By cock, they are to blame.
+
    Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
+
    You promised me to wed.
+
    So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
+
    An thou hadst not come to my bed.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
PAROLLES
  
     How long hath she been thus?
+
     Why, I say nothing.
  
OPHELIA
+
Clown
  
     I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
+
     Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's
    cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
+
     tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say
     i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
+
     nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have
     and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
+
     nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which
     coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
+
     is within a very little of nothing.
     good night, good night.
+
  
     Exit
+
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
     Away! thou'rt a knave.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a
 +
    knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had
 +
    been truth, sir.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you
 +
    taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable;
 +
    and much fool may you find in you, even to the
 +
    world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.
 +
    Madam, my lord will go away to-night;
 +
    A very serious business calls on him.
 +
    The great prerogative and rite of love,
 +
    Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge;
 +
    But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;
 +
    Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,
 +
    Which they distil now in the curbed time,
 +
    To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy
 +
    And pleasure drown the brim.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    What's his will else?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    That you will take your instant leave o' the king
 +
    And make this haste as your own good proceeding,
 +
    Strengthen'd with what apology you think
 +
    May make it probable need.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    What more commands he?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    That, having this obtain'd, you presently
 +
    Attend his further pleasure.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    In every thing I wait upon his will.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I shall report it so.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
HELENA
  
    Follow her close; give her good watch,
 
 
     I pray you.
 
     I pray you.
  
     Exit HORATIO
+
     Exit PAROLLES
     O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
+
     Come, sirrah.
    All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
+
    When sorrows come, they come not single spies
+
    But in battalions. First, her father slain:
+
    Next, your son gone; and he most violent author
+
    Of his own just remove: the people muddied,
+
    Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers,
+
    For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly,
+
    In hugger-mugger to inter him: poor Ophelia
+
    Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
+
    Without the which we are pictures, or mere beasts:
+
    Last, and as much containing as all these,
+
    Her brother is in secret come from France;
+
    Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
+
    And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
+
    With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
+
    Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
+
    Will nothing stick our person to arraign
+
    In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
+
    Like to a murdering-piece, in many places
+
    Gives me superfluous death.
+
  
     A noise within
+
     Exeunt
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
SCENE V. Paris. The KING's palace.
  
     Alack, what noise is this?
+
     Enter LAFEU and BERTRAM
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
LAFEU
  
     Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
+
    But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    You have it from his own deliverance.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    And by other warranted testimony.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in
 +
    knowledge and accordingly valiant.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    I have then sinned against his experience and
 +
    transgressed against his valour; and my state that
 +
    way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my
 +
    heart to repent. Here he comes: I pray you, make
 +
    us friends; I will pursue the amity.
 +
 
 +
    Enter PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    [To BERTRAM] These things shall be done, sir.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Sir?
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
 +
    workman, a very good tailor.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    [Aside to PAROLLES] Is she gone to the king?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    She is.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Will she away to-night?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    As you'll have her.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,
 +
    Given order for our horses; and to-night,
 +
    When I should take possession of the bride,
 +
    End ere I do begin.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    A good traveller is something at the latter end of a
 +
    dinner; but one that lies three thirds and uses a
 +
    known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should
 +
    be once heard and thrice beaten. God save you, captain.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Is there any unkindness between my lord and you, monsieur?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's
 +
    displeasure.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs
 +
    and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and
 +
    out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer
 +
    question for your residence.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
 +
 
 +
LAFEU
 +
 
 +
    And shall do so ever, though I took him at 's
 +
    prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this
 +
    of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the
 +
    soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in
 +
    matter of heavy consequence; I have kept of them
 +
    tame, and know their natures. Farewell, monsieur:
 +
    I have spoken better of you than you have or will to
 +
    deserve at my hand; but we must do good against evil.
 +
 
 +
    Exit
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    An idle lord. I swear.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I think so.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Why, do you not know him?
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
 +
    Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
 +
 
 +
    Enter HELENA
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
 +
    Spoke with the king and have procured his leave
 +
    For present parting; only he desires
 +
    Some private speech with you.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I shall obey his will.
 +
    You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
 +
    Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
 +
    The ministration and required office
 +
    On my particular. Prepared I was not
 +
    For such a business; therefore am I found
 +
    So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
 +
    That presently you take our way for home;
 +
    And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
 +
    For my respects are better than they seem
 +
    And my appointments have in them a need
 +
    Greater than shows itself at the first view
 +
    To you that know them not. This to my mother:
 +
 
 +
    Giving a letter
 +
    'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
 +
    I leave you to your wisdom.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Sir, I can nothing say,
 +
    But that I am your most obedient servant.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Come, come, no more of that.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    And ever shall
 +
    With true observance seek to eke out that
 +
    Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd
 +
    To equal my great fortune.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Let that go:
 +
    My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Pray, sir, your pardon.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Well, what would you say?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I am not worthy of the wealth I owe,
 +
    Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;
 +
    But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
 +
    What law does vouch mine own.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    What would you have?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
 +
    I would not tell you what I would, my lord:
 +
    Faith yes;
 +
    Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
     Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.
 +
 
 +
    Exit HELENA
 +
    Go thou toward home; where I will never come
 +
    Whilst I can shake my sword or hear the drum.
 +
    Away, and for our flight.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Bravely, coragio!
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt
 +
 
 +
ACT III
 +
SCENE I. Florence. The DUKE's palace.
 +
 
 +
    Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence attended; the two Frenchmen, with a troop of soldiers.
 +
 
 +
DUKE
 +
 
 +
    So that from point to point now have you heard
 +
    The fundamental reasons of this war,
 +
    Whose great decision hath much blood let forth
 +
    And more thirsts after.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Holy seems the quarrel
 +
    Upon your grace's part; black and fearful
 +
    On the opposer.
 +
 
 +
DUKE
 +
 
 +
    Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
 +
    Would in so just a business shut his bosom
 +
    Against our borrowing prayers.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Good my lord,
 +
    The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
 +
    But like a common and an outward man,
 +
    That the great figure of a council frames
 +
    By self-unable motion: therefore dare not
 +
    Say what I think of it, since I have found
 +
    Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
 +
    As often as I guess'd.
 +
 
 +
DUKE
 +
 
 +
    Be it his pleasure.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    But I am sure the younger of our nature,
 +
    That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
 +
    Come here for physic.
 +
 
 +
DUKE
 +
 
 +
    Welcome shall they be;
 +
    And all the honours that can fly from us
 +
    Shall on them settle. You know your places well;
 +
    When better fall, for your avails they fell:
 +
    To-morrow to the field.
 +
 
 +
    Flourish. Exeunt
 +
 
 +
SCENE II. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
 +
 
 +
    Enter COUNTESS and Clown
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    It hath happened all as I would have had it, save
 +
    that he comes not along with her.
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very
 +
    melancholy man.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    By what observance, I pray you?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the
 +
    ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his
 +
    teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of
 +
    melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come.
 +
 
 +
    Opening a letter
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our
 +
    old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing
 +
    like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court:
 +
    the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to
 +
    love, as an old man loves money, with no stomach.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    What have we here?
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    E'en that you have there.
 +
 
 +
    Exit
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    [Reads] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath
 +
    recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded
 +
    her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not'
 +
    eternal. You shall hear I am run away: know it
 +
    before the report come. If there be breadth enough
 +
    in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty
 +
    to you. Your unfortunate son,
 +
    BERTRAM.
 +
    This is not well, rash and unbridled boy.
 +
    To fly the favours of so good a king;
 +
    To pluck his indignation on thy head
 +
    By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
 +
    For the contempt of empire.
 +
 
 +
    Re-enter Clown
 +
 
 +
Clown
 +
 
 +
    O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two
 +
    soldiers and my young lady!
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
  
    Enter another Gentleman
 
 
     What is the matter?
 
     What is the matter?
  
Gentleman
+
Clown
  
     Save yourself, my lord:
+
     Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some
    The ocean, overpeering of his list,
+
     comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I
    Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
+
     thought he would.
    Than young Laertes, in a riotous head,
+
     O'erbears your officers. The rabble call him lord;
+
    And, as the world were now but to begin,
+
    Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
+
    The ratifiers and props of every word,
+
    They cry 'Choose we: Laertes shall be king:'
+
     Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds:
+
    'Laertes shall be king, Laertes king!'
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
COUNTESS
  
     How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
+
     Why should he be killed?
    O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Clown
  
     The doors are broke.
+
     So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:
 +
    the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of
 +
    men, though it be the getting of children. Here
 +
    they come will tell you more: for my part, I only
 +
    hear your son was run away.
  
     Noise within
+
     Exit
  
     Enter LAERTES, armed; Danes following
+
     Enter HELENA, and two Gentlemen
  
LAERTES
+
First Gentleman
  
     Where is this king? Sirs, stand you all without.
+
     Save you, good madam.
  
Danes
+
HELENA
  
     No, let's come in.
+
     Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
  
LAERTES
+
Second Gentleman
  
     I pray you, give me leave.
+
     Do not say so.
  
Danes
+
COUNTESS
  
     We will, we will.
+
     Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen,
 +
    I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief,
 +
    That the first face of neither, on the start,
 +
    Can woman me unto't: where is my son, I pray you?
  
    They retire without the door
+
Second Gentleman
  
LAERTES
+
    Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
 +
    We met him thitherward; for thence we came,
 +
    And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
 +
    Thither we bend again.
  
    I thank you: keep the door. O thou vile king,
+
HELENA
    Give me my father!
+
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
    Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
  
     Calmly, good Laertes.
+
     Reads
 +
    When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which
 +
    never shall come off, and show me a child begotten
 +
    of thy body that I am father to, then call me
 +
    husband: but in such a 'then' I write a 'never.'
 +
    This is a dreadful sentence.
  
LAERTES
+
COUNTESS
  
     That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard,
+
     Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
    Cries cuckold to my father, brands the harlot
+
    Even here, between the chaste unsmirched brow
+
    Of my true mother.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Gentleman
  
     What is the cause, Laertes,
+
     Ay, madam;
    That thy rebellion looks so giant-like?
+
     And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pain.
    Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person:
+
     There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
+
    That treason can but peep to what it would,
+
    Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
+
    Why thou art thus incensed. Let him go, Gertrude.
+
    Speak, man.
+
  
LAERTES
+
COUNTESS
  
     Where is my father?
+
     I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
 +
    If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,
 +
    Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;
 +
    But I do wash his name out of my blood,
 +
    And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Gentleman
  
     Dead.
+
     Ay, madam.
  
QUEEN GERTRUDE
+
COUNTESS
  
     But not by him.
+
     And to be a soldier?
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Gentleman
  
     Let him demand his fill.
+
     Such is his noble purpose; and believe 't,
 +
    The duke will lay upon him all the honour
 +
    That good convenience claims.
  
LAERTES
+
COUNTESS
  
     How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
+
     Return you thither?
    To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil!
+
    Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
+
    I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
+
    That both the worlds I give to negligence,
+
    Let come what comes; only I'll be revenged
+
    Most thoroughly for my father.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Gentleman
  
     Who shall stay you?
+
     Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
  
LAERTES
+
HELENA
  
     My will, not all the world:
+
     [Reads] Till I have no wife I have nothing in France.
     And for my means, I'll husband them so well,
+
     'Tis bitter.
    They shall go far with little.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
COUNTESS
  
     Good Laertes,
+
     Find you that there?
    If you desire to know the certainty
+
    Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge,
+
    That, swoopstake, you will draw both friend and foe,
+
    Winner and loser?
+
  
LAERTES
+
HELENA
  
     None but his enemies.
+
     Ay, madam.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Gentleman
  
     Will you know them then?
+
     'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply, which his
 +
    heart was not consenting to.
  
LAERTES
+
COUNTESS
  
     To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms;
+
     Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
     And like the kind life-rendering pelican,
+
    There's nothing here that is too good for him
     Repast them with my blood.
+
    But only she; and she deserves a lord
 +
     That twenty such rude boys might tend upon
 +
     And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Gentleman
  
     Why, now you speak
+
     A servant only, and a gentleman
    Like a good child and a true gentleman.
+
     Which I have sometime known.
     That I am guiltless of your father's death,
+
    And am most sensible in grief for it,
+
    It shall as level to your judgment pierce
+
    As day does to your eye.
+
  
Danes
+
COUNTESS
  
     [Within] Let her come in.
+
     Parolles, was it not?
  
LAERTES
+
First Gentleman
  
     How now! what noise is that?
+
     Ay, my good lady, he.
  
    Re-enter OPHELIA
+
COUNTESS
    O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
+
    Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
+
    By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
+
    Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
+
    Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
+
    O heavens! is't possible, a young maid's wits
+
    Should be as moral as an old man's life?
+
    Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
+
    It sends some precious instance of itself
+
    After the thing it loves.
+
  
OPHELIA
+
    A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
 +
    My son corrupts a well-derived nature
 +
    With his inducement.
  
    [Sings]
+
First Gentleman
    They bore him barefaced on the bier;
+
    Hey non nonny, nonny, hey nonny;
+
    And in his grave rain'd many a tear:--
+
    Fare you well, my dove!
+
  
LAERTES
+
    Indeed, good lady,
 +
    The fellow has a deal of that too much,
 +
    Which holds him much to have.
  
    Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
+
COUNTESS
    It could not move thus.
+
  
OPHELIA
+
    You're welcome, gentlemen.
 +
    I will entreat you, when you see my son,
 +
    To tell him that his sword can never win
 +
    The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you
 +
    Written to bear along.
  
    [Sings]
+
Second Gentleman
    You must sing a-down a-down,
+
    An you call him a-down-a.
+
    O, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false
+
    steward, that stole his master's daughter.
+
  
LAERTES
+
    We serve you, madam,
 +
    In that and all your worthiest affairs.
  
    This nothing's more than matter.
+
COUNTESS
  
OPHELIA
+
    Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
 +
    Will you draw near!
  
     There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray,
+
     Exeunt COUNTESS and Gentlemen
    love, remember: and there is pansies. that's for thoughts.
+
  
LAERTES
+
HELENA
  
     A document in madness, thoughts and remembrance fitted.
+
     'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'
 +
    Nothing in France, until he has no wife!
 +
    Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;
 +
    Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is't I
 +
    That chase thee from thy country and expose
 +
    Those tender limbs of thine to the event
 +
    Of the none-sparing war? and is it I
 +
    That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou
 +
    Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
 +
    Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
 +
    That ride upon the violent speed of fire,
 +
    Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,
 +
    That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
 +
    Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
 +
    Whoever charges on his forward breast,
 +
    I am the caitiff that do hold him to't;
 +
    And, though I kill him not, I am the cause
 +
    His death was so effected: better 'twere
 +
    I met the ravin lion when he roar'd
 +
    With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere
 +
    That all the miseries which nature owes
 +
    Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,
 +
    Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,
 +
    As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
 +
    My being here it is that holds thee hence:
 +
    Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although
 +
    The air of paradise did fan the house
 +
    And angels officed all: I will be gone,
 +
    That pitiful rumour may report my flight,
 +
    To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!
 +
    For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away.
  
OPHELIA
+
    Exit
  
    There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
+
SCENE III. Florence. Before the DUKE's palace.
    for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
+
    herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
+
    a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
+
    some violets, but they withered all when my father
+
    died: they say he made a good end,--
+
  
     Sings
+
     Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets
    For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
+
  
LAERTES
+
DUKE
  
     Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
+
     The general of our horse thou art; and we,
     She turns to favour and to prettiness.
+
     Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
 +
    Upon thy promising fortune.
  
OPHELIA
+
BERTRAM
  
     [Sings]
+
    Sir, it is
     And will he not come again?
+
    A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
     And will he not come again?
+
    We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
     No, no, he is dead:
+
    To the extreme edge of hazard.
     Go to thy death-bed:
+
 
     He never will come again.
+
DUKE
     His beard was as white as snow,
+
 
     All flaxen was his poll:
+
    Then go thou forth;
     He is gone, he is gone,
+
    And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
     And we cast away moan:
+
    As thy auspicious mistress!
     God ha' mercy on his soul!
+
 
     And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi' ye.
+
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    This very day,
 +
    Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
 +
    Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
 +
    A lover of thy drum, hater of love.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt
 +
 
 +
SCENE IV. Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
 +
 
 +
    Enter COUNTESS and Steward
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
 +
    Might you not know she would do as she has done,
 +
    By sending me a letter? Read it again.
 +
 
 +
Steward
 +
 
 +
     [Reads]
 +
    I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:
 +
    Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
 +
    That barefoot plod I the cold ground upon,
 +
    With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
 +
    Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
 +
    My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:
 +
    Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far
 +
    His name with zealous fervor sanctify:
 +
    His taken labours bid him me forgive;
 +
    I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
 +
    From courtly friends, with camping foes to live,
 +
    Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth:
 +
    He is too good and fair for death and me:
 +
    Whom I myself embrace, to set him free.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
 +
    Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,
 +
    As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her,
 +
    I could have well diverted her intents,
 +
    Which thus she hath prevented.
 +
 
 +
Steward
 +
 
 +
    Pardon me, madam:
 +
    If I had given you this at over-night,
 +
    She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,
 +
    Pursuit would be but vain.
 +
 
 +
COUNTESS
 +
 
 +
    What angel shall
 +
    Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,
 +
    Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
 +
     And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
 +
    Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
 +
    To this unworthy husband of his wife;
 +
    Let every word weigh heavy of her worth
 +
    That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief.
 +
    Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
 +
    Dispatch the most convenient messenger:
 +
    When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
 +
    He will return; and hope I may that she,
 +
    Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
 +
    Led hither by pure love: which of them both
 +
    Is dearest to me. I have no skill in sense
 +
    To make distinction: provide this messenger:
 +
    My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
 +
    Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt
 +
 
 +
SCENE V. Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off.
 +
 
 +
    Enter an old Widow of Florence, DIANA, VIOLENTA, and MARIANA, with other Citizens
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we
 +
    shall lose all the sight.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    They say the French count has done most honourable service.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    It is reported that he has taken their greatest
 +
    commander; and that with his own hand he slew the
 +
    duke's brother.
 +
 
 +
    Tucket
 +
    We have lost our labour; they are gone a contrary
 +
    way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.
 +
 
 +
MARIANA
 +
 
 +
    Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves with
 +
    the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this
 +
    French earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and
 +
    no legacy is so rich as honesty.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    I have told my neighbour how you have been solicited
 +
    by a gentleman his companion.
 +
 
 +
MARIANA
 +
 
 +
    I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a
 +
    filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the
 +
    young earl. Beware of them, Diana; their promises,
 +
    enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of
 +
    lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid
 +
    hath been seduced by them; and the misery is,
 +
    example, that so terrible shows in the wreck of
 +
    maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession,
 +
    but that they are limed with the twigs that threaten
 +
    them. I hope I need not to advise you further; but
 +
    I hope your own grace will keep you where you are,
 +
    though there were no further danger known but the
 +
    modesty which is so lost.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    You shall not need to fear me.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    I hope so.
 +
 
 +
    Enter HELENA, disguised like a Pilgrim
 +
    Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at
 +
    my house; thither they send one another: I'll
 +
    question her. God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    To Saint Jaques le Grand.
 +
    Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    At the Saint Francis here beside the port.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Is this the way?
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    Ay, marry, is't.
 +
 
 +
    A march afar
 +
    Hark you! they come this way.
 +
    If you will tarry, holy pilgrim,
 +
    But till the troops come by,
 +
    I will conduct you where you shall be lodged;
 +
    The rather, for I think I know your hostess
 +
    As ample as myself.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Is it yourself?
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
     If you shall please so, pilgrim.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    You came, I think, from France?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I did so.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    Here you shall see a countryman of yours
 +
    That has done worthy service.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    His name, I pray you.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him:
 +
    His face I know not.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    Whatsome'er he is,
 +
    He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,
 +
    As 'tis reported, for the king had married him
 +
    Against his liking: think you it is so?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    There is a gentleman that serves the count
 +
    Reports but coarsely of her.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    What's his name?
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    Monsieur Parolles.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    O, I believe with him,
 +
    In argument of praise, or to the worth
 +
    Of the great count himself, she is too mean
 +
    To have her name repeated: all her deserving
 +
    Is a reserved honesty, and that
 +
    I have not heard examined.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    Alas, poor lady!
 +
    'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
 +
    Of a detesting lord.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    I warrant, good creature, wheresoe'er she is,
 +
    Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her
 +
    A shrewd turn, if she pleased.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    How do you mean?
 +
     May be the amorous count solicits her
 +
    In the unlawful purpose.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    He does indeed;
 +
    And brokes with all that can in such a suit
 +
    Corrupt the tender honour of a maid:
 +
    But she is arm'd for him and keeps her guard
 +
    In honestest defence.
 +
 
 +
MARIANA
 +
 
 +
    The gods forbid else!
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    So, now they come:
 +
 
 +
    Drum and Colours
 +
 
 +
    Enter BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and the whole army
 +
    That is Antonio, the duke's eldest son;
 +
    That, Escalus.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Which is the Frenchman?
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    He;
 +
    That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
 +
    I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
 +
    He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    I like him well.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave
 +
     That leads him to these places: were I his lady,
 +
    I would Poison that vile rascal.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Which is he?
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
    Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Lose our drum! well.
 +
 
 +
MARIANA
 +
 
 +
     He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    Marry, hang you!
 +
 
 +
MARIANA
 +
 
 +
    And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt BERTRAM, PAROLLES, and army
 +
 
 +
Widow
 +
 
 +
    The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you
 +
    Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
 +
    There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,
 +
    Already at my house.
 +
 
 +
HELENA
 +
 
 +
     I humbly thank you:
 +
    Please it this matron and this gentle maid
 +
    To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking
 +
    Shall be for me; and, to requite you further,
 +
    I will bestow some precepts of this virgin
 +
    Worthy the note.
 +
 
 +
BOTH
 +
 
 +
    We'll take your offer kindly.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt
 +
 
 +
SCENE VI. Camp before Florence.
 +
 
 +
    Enter BERTRAM and the two French Lords
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his
 +
    way.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no
 +
    more in your respect.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    On my life, my lord, a bubble.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Do you think I am so far deceived in him?
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge,
 +
    without any malice, but to speak of him as my
 +
    kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and
 +
    endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner
 +
    of no one good quality worthy your lordship's
 +
    entertainment.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in
 +
     his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some
 +
    great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    None better than to let him fetch off his drum,
 +
    which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly
 +
    surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he
 +
    knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink
 +
    him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he
 +
     is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when
 +
    we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship
 +
    present at his examination: if he do not, for the
 +
    promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of
 +
    base fear, offer to betray you and deliver all the
 +
    intelligence in his power against you, and that with
 +
    the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never
 +
    trust my judgment in any thing.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum;
 +
    he says he has a stratagem for't: when your
 +
    lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to
 +
    what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be
 +
    melted, if you give him not John Drum's
 +
    entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed.
 +
    Here he comes.
 +
 
 +
    Enter PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    [Aside to BERTRAM] O, for the love of laughter,
 +
    hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch
 +
    off his drum in any hand.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your
 +
    disposition.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    'But a drum'! is't 'but a drum'? A drum so lost!
 +
    There was excellent command,--to charge in with our
 +
     horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers!
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    That was not to be blamed in the command of the
 +
    service: it was a disaster of war that Caesar
 +
    himself could not have prevented, if he had been
 +
    there to command.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success: some
 +
    dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is
 +
    not to be recovered.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    It might have been recovered.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    It might; but it is not now.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    It is to be recovered: but that the merit of
 +
    service is seldom attributed to the true and exact
 +
    performer, I would have that drum or another, or
 +
     'hic jacet.'
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you
 +
    think your mystery in stratagem can bring this
 +
    instrument of honour again into his native quarter,
 +
    be magnanimous in the enterprise and go on; I will
 +
    grace the attempt for a worthy exploit: if you
 +
    speed well in it, the duke shall both speak of it.
 +
    and extend to you what further becomes his
 +
     greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your
 +
    worthiness.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    But you must not now slumber in it.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I'll about it this evening: and I will presently
 +
    pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my
 +
    certainty, put myself into my mortal preparation;
 +
    and by midnight look to hear further from me.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    May I be bold to acquaint his grace you are gone about it?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I know not what the success will be, my lord; but
 +
    the attempt I vow.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of
 +
    thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I love not many words.
  
 
     Exit
 
     Exit
  
LAERTES
+
Second Lord
  
     Do you see this, O God?
+
     No more than a fish loves water. Is not this a
 +
    strange fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems
 +
    to undertake this business, which he knows is not to
 +
    be done; damns himself to do and dares better be
 +
    damned than to do't?
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Lord
  
     Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
+
     You do not know him, my lord, as we do: certain it
     Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
+
     is that he will steal himself into a man's favour and
    Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will.
+
     for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but
    And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me:
+
     when you find him out, you have him ever after.
     If by direct or by collateral hand
+
    They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
+
    Our crown, our life, and all that we can ours,
+
    To you in satisfaction; but if not,
+
     Be you content to lend your patience to us,
+
    And we shall jointly labour with your soul
+
    To give it due content.
+
  
LAERTES
+
BERTRAM
  
     Let this be so;
+
     Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of
    His means of death, his obscure funeral--
+
     this that so seriously he does address himself unto?
     No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
+
    No noble rite nor formal ostentation--
+
    Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
+
    That I must call't in question.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Lord
  
     So you shall;
+
     None in the world; but return with an invention and
     And where the offence is let the great axe fall.
+
    clap upon you two or three probable lies: but we
     I pray you, go with me.
+
    have almost embossed him; you shall see his fall
 +
    to-night; for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
     We'll make you some sport with the fox ere we case
 +
    him. He was first smoked by the old lord Lafeu:
 +
    when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a
 +
    sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this
 +
    very night.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
     I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Your brother he shall go along with me.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    As't please your lordship: I'll leave you.
 +
 
 +
    Exit
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Now will I lead you to the house, and show you
 +
    The lass I spoke of.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    But you say she's honest.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
 +
    And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,
 +
    By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,
 +
    Tokens and letters which she did re-send;
 +
    And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:
 +
    Will you go see her?
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    With all my heart, my lord.
  
 
     Exeunt
 
     Exeunt
  
SCENE VI. Another room in the castle.
+
SCENE VII. Florence. The Widow's house.
  
     Enter HORATIO and a Servant
+
     Enter HELENA and Widow
  
HORATIO
+
HELENA
  
     What are they that would speak with me?
+
     If you misdoubt me that I am not she,
 +
    I know not how I shall assure you further,
 +
    But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.
  
Servant
+
Widow
  
     Sailors, sir: they say they have letters for you.
+
     Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,
 +
    Nothing acquainted with these businesses;
 +
    And would not put my reputation now
 +
    In any staining act.
  
HORATIO
+
HELENA
  
     Let them come in.
+
     Nor would I wish you.
 +
    First, give me trust, the count he is my husband,
 +
    And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
 +
    Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
 +
    By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,
 +
    Err in bestowing it.
  
    Exit Servant
+
Widow
    I do not know from what part of the world
+
    I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
+
  
     Enter Sailors
+
     I should believe you:
 +
    For you have show'd me that which well approves
 +
    You're great in fortune.
  
First Sailor
+
HELENA
  
     God bless you, sir.
+
     Take this purse of gold,
 +
    And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
 +
    Which I will over-pay and pay again
 +
    When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,
 +
    Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
 +
    Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent,
 +
    As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it.
 +
    Now his important blood will nought deny
 +
    That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,
 +
    That downward hath succeeded in his house
 +
    From son to son, some four or five descents
 +
    Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
 +
    In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,
 +
    To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
 +
    Howe'er repented after.
  
HORATIO
+
Widow
  
     Let him bless thee too.
+
     Now I see
 +
    The bottom of your purpose.
  
First Sailor
+
HELENA
  
     He shall, sir, an't please him. There's a letter for
+
     You see it lawful, then: it is no more,
     you, sir; it comes from the ambassador that was
+
     But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,
     bound for England; if your name be Horatio, as I am
+
    Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
     let to know it is.
+
    In fine, delivers me to fill the time,
 +
     Herself most chastely absent: after this,
 +
    To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
 +
     To what is passed already.
  
HORATIO
+
Widow
  
     [Reads] 'Horatio, when thou shalt have overlooked
+
     I have yielded:
    this, give these fellows some means to the king:
+
     Instruct my daughter how she shall persever,
     they have letters for him. Ere we were two days old
+
     That time and place with this deceit so lawful
    at sea, a pirate of very warlike appointment gave us
+
     May prove coherent. Every night he comes
     chase. Finding ourselves too slow of sail, we put on
+
     With musics of all sorts and songs composed
    a compelled valour, and in the grapple I boarded
+
    To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us
    them: on the instant they got clear of our ship; so
+
     To chide him from our eaves; for he persists
     I alone became their prisoner. They have dealt with
+
     As if his life lay on't.
     me like thieves of mercy: but they knew what they
+
 
     did; I am to do a good turn for them. Let the king
+
HELENA
     have the letters I have sent; and repair thou to me
+
 
    with as much speed as thou wouldst fly death. I
+
     Why then to-night
    have words to speak in thine ear will make thee
+
     Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed,
    dumb; yet are they much too light for the bore of
+
     Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed
    the matter. These good fellows will bring thee
+
     And lawful meaning in a lawful act,
     where I am. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern hold their
+
     Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:
     course for England: of them I have much to tell
+
     But let's about it.
     thee. Farewell.
+
     'He that thou knowest thine, HAMLET.'
+
     Come, I will make you way for these your letters;
+
     And do't the speedier, that you may direct me
+
    To him from whom you brought them.
+
  
 
     Exeunt
 
     Exeunt
  
SCENE VII. Another room in the castle.
+
ACT IV
 +
SCENE I. Without the Florentine camp.
  
     Enter KING CLAUDIUS and LAERTES
+
     Enter Second French Lord, with five or six other Soldiers in ambush
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Lord
  
     Now must your conscience my acquaintance seal,
+
     He can come no other way but by this hedge-corner.
     And you must put me in your heart for friend,
+
     When you sally upon him, speak what terrible
     Sith you have heard, and with a knowing ear,
+
     language you will: though you understand it not
     That he which hath your noble father slain
+
    yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to
     Pursued my life.
+
     understand him, unless some one among us whom we
 +
     must produce for an interpreter.
  
LAERTES
+
First Soldier
  
     It well appears: but tell me
+
     Good captain, let me be the interpreter.
    Why you proceeded not against these feats,
+
    So crimeful and so capital in nature,
+
    As by your safety, wisdom, all things else,
+
    You mainly were stirr'd up.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Lord
  
     O, for two special reasons;
+
     Art not acquainted with him? knows he not thy voice?
    Which may to you, perhaps, seem much unsinew'd,
+
    But yet to me they are strong. The queen his mother
+
    Lives almost by his looks; and for myself--
+
    My virtue or my plague, be it either which--
+
    She's so conjunctive to my life and soul,
+
    That, as the star moves not but in his sphere,
+
    I could not but by her. The other motive,
+
    Why to a public count I might not go,
+
    Is the great love the general gender bear him;
+
    Who, dipping all his faults in their affection,
+
    Would, like the spring that turneth wood to stone,
+
    Convert his gyves to graces; so that my arrows,
+
    Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind,
+
    Would have reverted to my bow again,
+
    And not where I had aim'd them.
+
  
LAERTES
+
First Soldier
  
     And so have I a noble father lost;
+
     No, sir, I warrant you.
    A sister driven into desperate terms,
+
    Whose worth, if praises may go back again,
+
    Stood challenger on mount of all the age
+
    For her perfections: but my revenge will come.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Lord
  
     Break not your sleeps for that: you must not think
+
     But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak to us again?
     That we are made of stuff so flat and dull
+
 
     That we can let our beard be shook with danger
+
First Soldier
     And think it pastime. You shortly shall hear more:
+
 
     I loved your father, and we love ourself;
+
    E'en such as you speak to me.
     And that, I hope, will teach you to imagine--
+
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    He must think us some band of strangers i' the
 +
    adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of
 +
    all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every
 +
    one be a man of his own fancy, not to know what we
 +
    speak one to another; so we seem to know, is to
 +
    know straight our purpose: choughs' language,
 +
    gabble enough, and good enough. As for you,
 +
    interpreter, you must seem very politic. But couch,
 +
    ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep,
 +
    and then to return and swear the lies he forges.
 +
 
 +
    Enter PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be
 +
    time enough to go home. What shall I say I have
 +
    done? It must be a very plausive invention that
 +
    carries it: they begin to smoke me; and disgraces
 +
    have of late knocked too often at my door. I find
 +
    my tongue is too foolhardy; but my heart hath the
 +
    fear of Mars before it and of his creatures, not
 +
    daring the reports of my tongue.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue
 +
    was guilty of.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    What the devil should move me to undertake the
 +
    recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the
 +
    impossibility, and knowing I had no such purpose? I
 +
    must give myself some hurts, and say I got them in
 +
    exploit: yet slight ones will not carry it; they
 +
     will say, 'Came you off with so little?' and great
 +
    ones I dare not give. Wherefore, what's the
 +
    instance? Tongue, I must put you into a
 +
    butter-woman's mouth and buy myself another of
 +
    Bajazet's mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Is it possible he should know what he is, and be
 +
    that he is?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I would the cutting of my garments would serve the
 +
    turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    We cannot afford you so.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in
 +
     stratagem.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    'Twould not do.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Hardly serve.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Though I swore I leaped from the window of the citadel.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    How deep?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Thirty fathom.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Three great oaths would scarce make that be believed.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would swear
 +
    I recovered it.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    You shall hear one anon.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    A drum now of the enemy's,--
 +
 
 +
    Alarum within
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
 +
 
 +
All
 +
 
 +
    Cargo, cargo, cargo, villiando par corbo, cargo.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes.
 +
 
 +
    They seize and blindfold him
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Boskos thromuldo boskos.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I know you are the Muskos' regiment:
 +
    And I shall lose my life for want of language;
 +
    If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch,
 +
    Italian, or French, let him speak to me; I'll
 +
    Discover that which shall undo the Florentine.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and can speak
 +
    thy tongue. Kerely bonto, sir, betake thee to thy
 +
    faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    O!
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Oscorbidulchos volivorco.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    The general is content to spare thee yet;
 +
    And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on
 +
    To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform
 +
    Something to save thy life.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    O, let me live!
 +
    And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,
 +
    Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that
 +
    Which you will wonder at.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    But wilt thou faithfully?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    If I do not, damn me.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Acordo linta.
 +
    Come on; thou art granted space.
 +
 
 +
    Exit, with PAROLLES guarded. A short alarum within
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Go, tell the Count Rousillon, and my brother,
 +
    We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled
 +
    Till we do hear from them.
 +
 
 +
Second Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Captain, I will.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    A' will betray us all unto ourselves:
 +
    Inform on that.
 +
 
 +
Second Soldier
 +
 
 +
    So I will, sir.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.
 +
 
 +
    Exeunt
 +
 
 +
SCENE II. Florence. The Widow's house.
 +
 
 +
    Enter BERTRAM and DIANA
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    They told me that your name was Fontibell.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    No, my good lord, Diana.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Titled goddess;
 +
     And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
 +
    In your fine frame hath love no quality?
 +
    If quick fire of youth light not your mind,
 +
    You are no maiden, but a monument:
 +
    When you are dead, you should be such a one
 +
    As you are now, for you are cold and stem;
 +
    And now you should be as your mother was
 +
    When your sweet self was got.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    She then was honest.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    So should you be.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    No:
 +
    My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
 +
    As you owe to your wife.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    No more o' that;
 +
    I prithee, do not strive against my vows:
 +
     I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
 +
    By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
 +
    Do thee all rights of service.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    Ay, so you serve us
 +
    Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
 +
    You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
 +
    And mock us with our bareness.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    How have I sworn!
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth,
 +
    But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.
 +
    What is not holy, that we swear not by,
 +
    But take the High'st to witness: then, pray you, tell me,
 +
    If I should swear by God's great attributes,
 +
    I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
 +
    When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
 +
    To swear by him whom I protest to love,
 +
    That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
 +
    Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd,
 +
    At least in my opinion.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Change it, change it;
 +
    Be not so holy-cruel: love is holy;
 +
     And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
 +
    That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
 +
    But give thyself unto my sick desires,
 +
    Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
 +
    My love as it begins shall so persever.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    I see that men make ropes in such a scarre
 +
    That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
 +
    To give it from me.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    Will you not, my lord?
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    It is an honour 'longing to our house,
 +
    Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
 +
    Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
 +
    In me to lose.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    Mine honour's such a ring:
 +
    My chastity's the jewel of our house,
 +
    Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
 +
    Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
 +
    In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
 +
    Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
 +
    Against your vain assault.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Here, take my ring:
 +
    My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
 +
    And I'll be bid by thee.
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
 +
    I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
 +
    Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
 +
    When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
 +
    Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
 +
    My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them
 +
    When back again this ring shall be deliver'd:
 +
    And on your finger in the night I'll put
 +
    Another ring, that what in time proceeds
 +
    May token to the future our past deeds.
 +
    Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
 +
    A wife of me, though there my hope be done.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
 +
 
 +
    Exit
 +
 
 +
DIANA
 +
 
 +
    For which live long to thank both heaven and me!
 +
    You may so in the end.
 +
    My mother told me just how he would woo,
 +
    As if she sat in 's heart; she says all men
 +
    Have the like oaths: he had sworn to marry me
 +
    When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him
 +
    When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid,
 +
    Marry that will, I live and die a maid:
 +
    Only in this disguise I think't no sin
 +
    To cozen him that would unjustly win.
 +
 
 +
    Exit
 +
 
 +
SCENE III. The Florentine camp.
 +
 
 +
    Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    You have not given him his mother's letter?
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    I have delivered it an hour since: there is
 +
    something in't that stings his nature; for on the
 +
    reading it he changed almost into another man.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    He has much worthy blame laid upon him for shaking
 +
    off so good a wife and so sweet a lady.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Especially he hath incurred the everlasting
 +
    displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his
 +
    bounty to sing happiness to him. I will tell you a
 +
    thing, but you shall let it dwell darkly with you.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I am the
 +
    grave of it.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    He hath perverted a young gentlewoman here in
 +
    Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night he
 +
    fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath
 +
    given her his monumental ring, and thinks himself
 +
    made in the unchaste composition.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Now, God delay our rebellion! as we are ourselves,
 +
    what things are we!
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Merely our own traitors. And as in the common course
 +
    of all treasons, we still see them reveal
 +
    themselves, till they attain to their abhorred ends,
 +
    so he that in this action contrives against his own
 +
    nobility, in his proper stream o'erflows himself.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Is it not meant damnable in us, to be trumpeters of
 +
    our unlawful intents? We shall not then have his
 +
    company to-night?
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to his hour.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    That approaches apace; I would gladly have him see
 +
    his company anatomized, that he might take a measure
 +
    of his own judgments, wherein so curiously he had
 +
    set this counterfeit.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    We will not meddle with him till he come; for his
 +
    presence must be the whip of the other.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    I hear there is an overture of peace.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Nay, I assure you, a peace concluded.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    What will Count Rousillon do then? will he travel
 +
    higher, or return again into France?
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    I perceive, by this demand, you are not altogether
 +
    of his council.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great deal
 +
    of his act.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Sir, his wife some two months since fled from his
 +
    house: her pretence is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques
 +
    le Grand; which holy undertaking with most austere
 +
    sanctimony she accomplished; and, there residing the
 +
    tenderness of her nature became as a prey to her
 +
    grief; in fine, made a groan of her last breath, and
 +
    now she sings in heaven.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    How is this justified?
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    The stronger part of it by her own letters, which
 +
    makes her story true, even to the point of her
 +
    death: her death itself, which could not be her
 +
    office to say is come, was faithfully confirmed by
 +
    the rector of the place.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Hath the count all this intelligence?
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Ay, and the particular confirmations, point from
 +
    point, so to the full arming of the verity.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    How mightily sometimes we make us comforts of our losses!
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    And how mightily some other times we drown our gain
 +
    in tears! The great dignity that his valour hath
 +
    here acquired for him shall at home be encountered
 +
    with a shame as ample.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and
 +
    ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our
 +
    faults whipped them not; and our crimes would
 +
    despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
  
 
     Enter a Messenger
 
     Enter a Messenger
     How now! what news?
+
     How now! where's your master?
  
Messenger
+
Servant
  
     Letters, my lord, from Hamlet:
+
     He met the duke in the street, sir, of whom he hath
     This to your majesty; this to the queen.
+
    taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next
 +
     morning for France. The duke hath offered him
 +
    letters of commendations to the king.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
Second Lord
  
     From Hamlet! who brought them?
+
     They shall be no more than needful there, if they
 +
    were more than they can commend.
  
Messenger
+
First Lord
  
    Sailors, my lord, they say; I saw them not:
+
     They cannot be too sweet for the king's tartness.
     They were given me by Claudio; he received them
+
     Here's his lordship now.
     Of him that brought them.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
    Enter BERTRAM
 +
    How now, my lord! is't not after midnight?
  
    Laertes, you shall hear them. Leave us.
+
BERTRAM
  
     Exit Messenger
+
     I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a
 +
    month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success:
 +
    I have congied with the duke, done my adieu with his
 +
    nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my
 +
    lady mother I am returning; entertained my convoy;
 +
    and between these main parcels of dispatch effected
 +
    many nicer needs; the last was the greatest, but
 +
    that I have not ended yet.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    If the business be of any difficulty, and this
 +
    morning your departure hence, it requires haste of
 +
    your lordship.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to
 +
    hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this
 +
    dialogue between the fool and the soldier? Come,
 +
    bring forth this counterfeit module, he has deceived
 +
    me, like a double-meaning prophesier.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    Bring him forth: has sat i' the stocks all night,
 +
    poor gallant knave.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping
 +
    his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    I have told your lordship already, the stocks carry
 +
    him. But to answer you as you would be understood;
 +
    he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he
 +
    hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes
 +
    to be a friar, from the time of his remembrance to
 +
    this very instant disaster of his setting i' the
 +
    stocks: and what think you he hath confessed?
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    Nothing of me, has a'?
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his
 +
    face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you
 +
    are, you must have the patience to hear it.
 +
 
 +
    Enter PAROLLES guarded, and First Soldier
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing of
 +
    me: hush, hush!
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    He calls for the tortures: what will you say
 +
    without 'em?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I will confess what I know without constraint: if
 +
    ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Bosko chimurcho.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Boblibindo chicurmurco.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    You are a merciful general. Our general bids you
 +
    answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    And truly, as I hope to live.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    [Reads] 'First demand of him how many horse the
 +
    duke is strong.' What say you to that?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Five or six thousand; but very weak and
 +
    unserviceable: the troops are all scattered, and
 +
    the commanders very poor rogues, upon my reputation
 +
    and credit and as I hope to live.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Shall I set down your answer so?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Do: I'll take the sacrament on't, how and which way you will.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    All's one to him. What a past-saving slave is this!
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur
 +
    Parolles, the gallant militarist,--that was his own
 +
    phrase,--that had the whole theoric of war in the
 +
    knot of his scarf, and the practise in the chape of
 +
    his dagger.
 +
 
 +
Second Lord
 +
 
 +
    I will never trust a man again for keeping his sword
 +
    clean. nor believe he can have every thing in him
 +
    by wearing his apparel neatly.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Well, that's set down.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Five or six thousand horse, I said,-- I will say
 +
    true,--or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    He's very near the truth in this.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
 +
    delivers it.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    Poor rogues, I pray you, say.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Well, that's set down.
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the
 +
    rogues are marvellous poor.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    [Reads] 'Demand of him, of what strength they are
 +
    a-foot.' What say you to that?
 +
 
 +
PAROLLES
 +
 
 +
    By my troth, sir, if I were to live this present
 +
    hour, I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a
 +
    hundred and fifty; Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so
 +
    many; Jaques, so many; Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick,
 +
    and Gratii, two hundred and fifty each; mine own
 +
    company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii, two hundred and
 +
    fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten and
 +
    sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand
 +
    poll; half of the which dare not shake snow from off
 +
    their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.
 +
 
 +
BERTRAM
 +
 
 +
    What shall be done to him?
 +
 
 +
First Lord
 +
 
 +
    Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my
 +
    condition, and what credit I have with the duke.
 +
 
 +
First Soldier
 +
 
 +
    Well, that's set down.
  
 
     Reads
 
     Reads
     'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
+
     'You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain
     your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
+
     be i' the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is
     your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
+
     with the duke; what his valour, honesty, and
     pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
+
     expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not
     and more strange return. 'HAMLET.'
+
    possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to
    What should this mean? Are all the rest come back?
+
     corrupt him to revolt.' What say you to this? what
     Or is it some abuse, and no such thing?
+
     do you know of it?
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     Know you the hand?
+
     I beseech you, let me answer to the particular of
 +
    the inter'gatories: demand them singly.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Soldier
  
     'Tis Hamlets character. 'Naked!
+
     Do you know this Captain Dumain?
    And in a postscript here, he says 'alone.'
+
    Can you advise me?
+
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     I'm lost in it, my lord. But let him come;
+
     I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris,
     It warms the very sickness in my heart,
+
     from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's
     That I shall live and tell him to his teeth,
+
     fool with child,--a dumb innocent, that could not
     'Thus didest thou.'
+
     say him nay.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
BERTRAM
  
     If it be so, Laertes--
+
     Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I know
     As how should it be so? how otherwise?--
+
     his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
    Will you be ruled by me?
+
  
LAERTES
+
First Soldier
  
     Ay, my lord;
+
     Well, is this captain in the duke of Florence's camp?
    So you will not o'errule me to a peace.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
PAROLLES
  
     To thine own peace. If he be now return'd,
+
     Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy.
    As checking at his voyage, and that he means
+
    No more to undertake it, I will work him
+
    To an exploit, now ripe in my device,
+
    Under the which he shall not choose but fall:
+
    And for his death no wind of blame shall breathe,
+
    But even his mother shall uncharge the practise
+
    And call it accident.
+
  
LAERTES
+
First Lord
  
     My lord, I will be ruled;
+
     Nay look not so upon me; we shall hear of your
     The rather, if you could devise it so
+
     lordship anon.
    That I might be the organ.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Soldier
  
     It falls right.
+
     What is his reputation with the duke?
    You have been talk'd of since your travel much,
+
    And that in Hamlet's hearing, for a quality
+
    Wherein, they say, you shine: your sum of parts
+
    Did not together pluck such envy from him
+
    As did that one, and that, in my regard,
+
    Of the unworthiest siege.
+
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     What part is that, my lord?
+
     The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer
 +
    of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him
 +
    out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Soldier
  
     A very riband in the cap of youth,
+
     Marry, we'll search.
    Yet needful too; for youth no less becomes
+
    The light and careless livery that it wears
+
    Than settled age his sables and his weeds,
+
    Importing health and graveness. Two months since,
+
    Here was a gentleman of Normandy:--
+
    I've seen myself, and served against, the French,
+
    And they can well on horseback: but this gallant
+
    Had witchcraft in't; he grew unto his seat;
+
    And to such wondrous doing brought his horse,
+
    As he had been incorpsed and demi-natured
+
    With the brave beast: so far he topp'd my thought,
+
    That I, in forgery of shapes and tricks,
+
    Come short of what he did.
+
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     A Norman was't?
+
     In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there,
 +
    or it is upon a file with the duke's other letters
 +
    in my tent.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Soldier
  
     A Norman.
+
     Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to you?
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     Upon my life, Lamond.
+
     I do not know if it be it or no.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
BERTRAM
  
     The very same.
+
     Our interpreter does it well.
  
LAERTES
+
First Lord
  
     I know him well: he is the brooch indeed
+
     Excellently.
    And gem of all the nation.
+
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Soldier
  
     He made confession of you,
+
     [Reads] 'Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold,'--
    And gave you such a masterly report
+
    For art and exercise in your defence
+
    And for your rapier most especially,
+
    That he cried out, 'twould be a sight indeed,
+
    If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation,
+
    He swore, had had neither motion, guard, nor eye,
+
    If you opposed them. Sir, this report of his
+
    Did Hamlet so envenom with his envy
+
    That he could nothing do but wish and beg
+
    Your sudden coming o'er, to play with him.
+
    Now, out of this,--
+
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     What out of this, my lord?
+
     That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an
 +
    advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one
 +
    Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count
 +
    Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very
 +
    ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
First Soldier
  
     Laertes, was your father dear to you?
+
     Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour.
    Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
+
    A face without a heart?
+
  
LAERTES
+
PAROLLES
  
     Why ask you this?
+
     My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in the
 +
    behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be
 +
    a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to
 +
    virginity and devours up all the fry it finds.
  
KING CLAUDIUS
+
BERTRAM
  
     Not that I think you did not love your father;
+
     Damnable both-sides rogue!
    But that I know love is begun by time;
+
    And that I see, in passages of proof,
+
    Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
+
    There lives within the very flame of love
+
    A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it;
+
    And nothing is at a like goodness still;
+
    For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
+
    Dies in his own too much: that we would do
+
    We should do when we would; for this 'would' changes
+
    And hath abatements and delays as many
+
    As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;
+
    And then this 'should' is like a spendthrift sigh,
+
    That hurts by easing. But, to the quick o' the ulcer:--
+
    Hamlet comes back: what would you undertake,
+
    To show yourself your father's son in deed
+
    More than in words?
+
  
LAERTES
+
First Soldier