Enter Hamlet and Horatio
So much for this, sir. Now shall you see the other.
You do remember all the circumstance?
Remember it, my lord!
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep. Methought I lay
Worse than the mutines in the bilboes. Rashly,
And praised be rashness for it – let us know
Our indiscretion sometime serves us well
When our deep plots do pall, and that should learn us
learn (v.) 1
teach, instruct [not a regional dialect usage as in modern English]
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will –
That is most certain.
Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarfed about me, in the dark
type of robe with a high collar, short sleeves, and mid-leg length
See Topics: Clothing
Groped I to find out them, had my desire,
Fingered their packet, and in fine withdrew
To mine own room again, making so bold,
My fears forgetting manners, to unseal
Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio –
Ah, royal knavery! – an exact command,
Larded with many several sorts of reasons,
Importing Denmark's health, and England's too,
With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life,
That on the supervise, no leisure bated,
No, not to stay the grinding of the axe,
My head should be struck off.
Here's the commission. Read it at more leisure.
But wilt thou hear now how I did proceed?
I beseech you.
Being thus be-netted round with villainies,
Or I could make a prologue to my brains
They had begun the play. I sat me down,
Devised a new commission, wrote it fair.
I once did hold it, as our statists do,
A baseness to write fair, and laboured much
How to forget that learning. But, sir, now
It did me yeoman's service. Wilt thou know
Th' effect of what I wrote?
Ay, good my lord.
An earnest conjuration from the King,
As England was his faithful tributary,
As love between them like the palm might flourish,
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear
And stand a comma 'tween their amities,
And many such-like as's of great charge,
That on the view and knowing of these contents,
Without debatement further, more or less,
He should those bearers put to sudden death,
Not shriving time allowed.
How was this sealed?
Why, even in that was heaven ordinant.
I had my father's signet in my purse,
Which was the model of that Danish seal,
Folded the writ up in the form of th' other,
Subscribed it, gave't th' impression, placed it safely,
The changeling never known. Now, the next day
Was our sea-fight, and what to this was sequent
Thou knowest already.
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
Why, man, they did make love to this employment.
They are not near my conscience. Their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow.
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
Why, what a king is this!
Does it not, think thee, stand me now upon –
He that hath killed my King and whored my mother,
Popped in between th' election and my hopes,
Thrown out his angle for my proper life,
And with such cozenage – is't not perfect conscience
To quit him with this arm? And is't not to be damned
To let this canker of our nature come
In further evil?
It must be shortly known to him from England
What is the issue of the business there.
It will be short. The interim is mine;
And a man's life's no more than to say ‘one'.
But I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself.
For by the image of my cause I see
The portraiture of his. I'll court his favours.
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Peace, who comes here?
Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
I humbly thank you, sir. (aside to Horatio) Dost
know this waterfly?
(aside to Hamlet)
No, my good lord.
(aside to Horatio)
Thy state is the more gracious,
for 'tis a vice to know him. He hath much land, and
fertile. Let a beast be lord of beasts, and his crib shall
stand at the king's mess. 'Tis a chough, but, as I say,
spacious in the possession of dirt.
Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I
should impart a thing to you from his majesty.
I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit.
Put your bonnet to his right use. 'Tis for the head.
I thank your lordship, it is very hot.
No, believe me, 'tis very cold. The wind is
It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed.
But yet methinks it is very sultry and hot for my
Exceedingly, my lord. It is very sultry, as 'twere
– I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me
signify to you that 'a has laid a great wager on your head.
Sir, this is the matter –
I beseech you remember.
He invites Osrick to put on his hat
Nay, good my lord. For mine ease, in good faith.
Sir, here is newly come to court Laertes; believe me,
an absolute gentleman, full of most excellent differences,
of very soft society and great showing. Indeed, to speak
feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry.
[compass-card, on which the 32 points of the compass are marked] model, accurate guide
For you shall find in him the continent of what part a
part (n.) 1
quality, attribute, gift, accomplishment [of mind or body]
gentleman would see.
Sir, his definement suffers no perdition in you,
though, I know, to divide him inventorially would dizzy
divide (v.) 3
distinguish the qualities, list the attributes [of someone]
th' arithmetic of memory, and yet but yaw neither in
respect of his quick sail. But, in the verity of extolment,
I take him to be a soul of great article, and his infusion
of such dearth and rareness as, to make true diction of
him, his semblable is his mirror, and who else would
trace him, his umbrage, nothing more.
Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
The concernancy, sir? Why do we wrap the
gentleman in our more rawer breath?
Is't not possible to understand in another
tongue? You will to't, sir, really.
What imports the nomination of this
(aside to Hamlet)
His purse is empty already.
All's golden words are spent.
Of him, sir.
I know you are not ignorant –
I would you did, sir. Yet, in faith, if you did, it
would not much approve me. Well, sir?
You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare
with him in excellence. But to know a man well were to
I mean, sir, for his weapon. But in the imputation
laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.
What's his weapon?
Rapier and dagger.
That's two of his weapons. But, well!
The King, sir, hath wagered with him six Barbary
horses, against the which he has impawned, as I take it,
six French rapiers and poniards, with their assigns, as
girdle, hangers, and so. Three of the carriages, in faith,
are very dear to fancy, very responsive to the hilts, most
delicate carriages, and of very liberal conceit.
What call you the carriages?
(aside to Hamlet)
I knew you must be edified
by the margent ere you had done.
margent (n.) 1
margin [of a page, where an explanatory note would be found]
The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
The phrase would be more germane to the
matter it we could carry a cannon by our sides. I would
it might be ‘ hangers ’ till then. But on! Six Barbary
horses against six French swords, their assigns, and
three liberal-conceited carriages. That's the French bet
against the Danish. Why is this all impawned, as you
The King, sir, hath laid, sir, that in a dozen
passes between yourself and him he shall not exceed you
three hits. He hath laid on twelve for nine; and it would
come to immediate trial if your lordship would vouchsafe
How if I answer no?
I mean, my lord, the opposition of your person
Sir, I will walk here in the hall. If it please his
majesty, it is the breathing time of day with me. Let the
foils be brought, the gentleman willing, and the King
hold his purpose, I will win for him an I can, If not, I
will gain nothing but my shame and the odd hits.
Shall I re-deliver you e'en so?
To this effect, sir, after what flourish your
I commend my duty to your lordship.
He does well to commend it himself. There are no
tongues else for's turn.
turn (n.) 1
need, requirement, purpose [especially in the phrase ‘serve one's turn’ = meet one's need]
This lapwing runs away with the shell on his
'A did comply, sir, with his dug, before 'a sucked
it. Thus has he, and many more of the same bevy that I
know the drossy age dotes on, only got the tune of the
time and, out of an habit of encounter, a kind of yeasty
collection, which carries them through and through the
most fanned and winnowed opinions; and do but blow
them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
Enter a Lord
My lord, his majesty commended him to you by
young Osrick, who brings back to him that you attend
him in the hall. He sends to know if your pleasure hold
to play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time.
I am constant to my purposes. They follow the
King's pleasure. If his fitness speaks, mine is ready,
now or whensoever, provided I be so able as now.
The King and Queen and all are coming down.
In happy time.
The Queen desires you to use some gentle entertainment
to Laertes before you fall to play.
She well instructs me.
Exit the Lord
You will lose this wager, my lord.
I do not think so. Since he went into France I
have been in continual practice. I shall win at the odds.
But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my
heart. But it is no matter.
Nay, good my lord –
It is but foolery. But it is such a kind of gain-giving
as would perhaps trouble a woman.
If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will
forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.
Not a whit. We defy augury. There is special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not
to come. If it be not to come, it will be now. If it be not
now, yet it will come. The readiness is all. Since no man
knows of aught he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Trumpets and drums
A table prepared, with flagons of wine on it
Enter officers with cushions, and other attendants with
foils, daggers, and gauntlets
Enter the King and Queen, Osrick, Laertes, and all
Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
state (n.) 3
persons of rank, nobility, court, council of state
He puts Laertes's hand into Hamlet's
Give me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong.
But pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
This presence knows, and you must needs have heard,
How I am punished with a sore distraction.
What I have done
That might your nature, honour, and exception
Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was't Hamlet wronged Laertes? Never Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not. Hamlet denies it.
Who does it then? His madness. If't be so,
Hamlet is of the faction that is wronged.
His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Sir, in this audience,
Let my disclaiming from a purposed evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts
That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
And hurt my brother.
I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive in this case should stir me most
To my revenge. But in my terms of honour
I stand aloof, and will no reconcilement
Till by some elder masters of known honour
I have a voice and precedent of peace
To keep my name ungored. But till that time
I do receive your offered love like love,
And will not wrong it.
I embrace it freely,
And will this brothers' wager frankly play.
Give us the foils. Come on.
Come, one for me.
I'll be your foil, Laertes. In mine ignorance
foil (n.) 3
setting, background which sets something off to advantage [as dull metal sets off a gem]
Your skill shall, like a star i'th' darkest night,
Stick fiery off indeed.
You mock me, sir.
No, by this hand.
Give them the foils, young Osrick. Cousin Hamlet,
You know the wager?
Very well, my lord.
Your grace has laid the odds o'th' weaker side.
I do not fear it. I have seen you both.
But since he is bettered, we have therefore odds.
This is too heavy. Let me see another.
This likes me well. These foils have all a length?
Ay, my good lord.
They prepare to play
Set me the stoups of wine upon that table.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Or quit in answer of the third exchange,
Let all the battlements their ordnance fire.
The King shall drink to Hamlet's better breath,
And in the cup an union shall he throw
Richer than that which four successive kings
In Denmark's crown have worn. Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
‘ Now the King drinks to Hamlet.’ Come, begin.
(trumpets the while)
And you, the judges, bear a wary eye.
Come on, sir.
Come, my lord.
A hit, a very palpable hit.
Drum, trumpets, and shot. Flourish. A piece goes off
Stay, give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine.
Here's to thy health. Give him the cup.
I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile.
Another hit. What say you?
A touch, a touch. I do confess't.
Our son shall win.
He's fat and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin. Rub thy brows.
brow (n.) 4
forehead [often plural, referring to the two prominences of the forehead]
The Queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Gertrude, do not drink.
I will, my lord. I pray you, pardon me.
It is the poisoned cup. It is too late.
I dare not drink yet, madam. By and by.
Come, let me wipe thy face.
(aside to the King)
My lord, I'll hit him now.
(aside to Laertes)
I do not think't.
And yet it is almost against my conscience.
Come for the third, Laertes. You do but dally.
I pray you, pass with your best violence.
I am afeard you make a wanton of me.
Say you so? Come on.
Nothing neither way.
Have at you now!
In scuffling, they change rapiers, and both are wounded
with the poisoned weapon
Part them. They are incensed.
Nay, come. Again!
The Queen falls
Look to the Queen there. Ho!
They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?
How is't, Laertes?
Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osrick.
type of game bird, thought to be easily tricked or snared; simpleton
I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
How does the Queen?
She swounds to see them bleed.
No, no, the drink, the drink! O my dear Hamlet!
The drink, the drink! I am poisoned.
O, villainy! Ho! Let the door be locked.
Treachery! Seek it out.
It is here, Hamlet. Hamlet, thou art slain.
No medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee there is not half an hour's life.
The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,
Unbated and envenomed. The foul practice
Hath turned itself on me. Lo, here I lie,
Never to rise again. Thy mother's poisoned.
I can no more. The King, the King's to blame.
The point envenomed too?
Then, venom, to thy work.
He wounds the King
O, yet defend me, friends. I am but hurt.
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,
Drink off this potion.
He forces the King to drink
Is thy union here?
Follow my mother.
The King dies
He is justly served.
It is a poison tempered by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet.
Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me!
Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.
I am dead, Horatio. Wretched Queen, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
That are but mutes or audience to this act,
mute (n.) 1
actor with no words to say, silent spectator
Had I but time – as this fell sergeant, Death,
Is strict in his arrest – O, I could tell you –
But let it be. Horatio, I am dead.
Thou livest. Report me and my cause aright
To the unsatisfied.
Never believe it.
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
ancient Roman [i.e. viewing suicide as an honourable option]
Here's yet some liquor left.
As th' art a man,
Give me the cup. Let go. By heaven, I'll ha't!
O God, Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall I leave behind me!
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
A march afar off, and shout within
What warlike noise is this?
Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,
To the ambassadors of England gives
This warlike volley.
O, I die, Horatio!
The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England.
But I do prophesy th' election lights
On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited – the rest is silence.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither?
Enter Fortinbras, with the Ambassadors and with his
train of drum, colours, and attendants
Where is this sight?
What is it you would see?
If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
This quarry cries on havoc. O proud Death,
[in fighting and hunting: calling for] total slaughter, general devastation
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell
That thou so many princes at a shot
So bloodily hast struck?
The sight is dismal,
And our affairs from England come too late.
The ears are senseless that should give us hearing,
To tell him his commandment is fulfilled,
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead.
Where should we have our thanks?
Not from his mouth,
Had it th' ability of life to thank you.
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question,
You from the Polack wars, and you from England,
Are here arrived, give order that these bodies
High on a stage be placed to the view.
And let me speak to th' yet unknowing world
How these things came about. So shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgements, casual slaughters,
Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fallen on th' inventors' heads. All this can I
Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortune.
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom,
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me.
Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on more.
But let this same be presently performed,
Even while men's minds are wild, lest more mischance
On plots and errors happen.
Let four captains
Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage.
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have proved most royal. And for his passage
The soldiers' music and the rites of war
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the bodies. Such a sight as this
Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
Exeunt marching; after which a peal of
ordnance is shot off