you make of me: you would play vpon mee; you would
seeme to know my stops: you would pluck out the heart
of my Mysterie; you would sound mee from my lowest
Note, to the top of my Compasse: and there is much Mu
sicke, excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot
[2165]
you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am easier to bee
plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Instrument you will,
though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me, God
blesse you Sir.
Enter Polonius.Polon.
My Lord; the Queene would speak with you,
[2170]
and presently.
Ham.
Do you see that Clowd? that's almost in shape
like a Camell.
Polon.
By'th'Misse, and it's like a Camell indeed.
Ham.
Me thinkes it is like a Weazell.
Polon.
[2175]
It is back'd like a Weazell.
Ham.
Or like a Whale
?
Polon.
Verie like a Whale.
Ham.
Then will I come to my Mother, by and by:
They foole me to the top of my bent.
[2180]
I will come by and by.
Polon.
I will say so.
Exit.
Brown ink smudge.Ham.By and by, is easily said. Leaue me Friends:'Tis now the verie witching time of night,When Churchyards yawne, and Hell it selfe breaths out
[2185]
Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood,And do such bitter businesse as the dayWould quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother:Oh Heart, loose not thy Nature; let not euerThe Soule of
Nero, enter this firme bosome:
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Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,I will speake Daggers to her, but vse none:My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites.How in my words someuer she be shent,To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule consent.
[Act 3, Scene 3]
Enter King, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.King.
[2195]
I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs,To let his madnesse range. Therefore prepare you,I your Commission will forthwith dispatch,And he to England shall along with you:The termes of our estate, may not endure
[2200]
Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely growOut of his Lunacies.Guild.We will our selues prouide:Most holie and Religious feare it isTo keepe those many many bodies safe
[2205]
That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.Rosin.The singleAnd peculiar life is boundWith all the strength and Armour of the minde,To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more,
[2210]
That Spirit, vpon whose spirit depends and restsThe liues of many, the cease of MaiestieDies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth drawWhat's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheeleFixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount,
[2215]
To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser thingsAre mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles,Each small annexment, pettie consequenceAttends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer aloneDid the King sighe, but with a generall grone.King.
[2220]
Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage;For we will Fetters put vpon this feare,ppWhich
[Act 3, Scene 3]
Enter King, Rosincrance, and Guildensterne.King.
[2195]
I like him not, nor stands it safe with vs,To let his madnesse range. Therefore prepare you,I your Commission will forthwith dispatch,And he to England shall along with you:The termes of our estate, may not endure
[2200]
Hazard so dangerous as doth hourely growOut of his Lunacies.Guild.We will our selues prouide:Most holie and Religious feare it isTo keepe those many many bodies safe
[2205]
That liue and feede vpon your Maiestie.Rosin.The singleAnd peculiar life is boundWith all the strength and Armour of the minde,To keepe it selfe from noyance: but much more,
[2210]
That Spirit, vpon whose spirit depends and restsThe liues of many, the cease of MaiestieDies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth drawWhat's neere it, with it. It is a massie wheeleFixt on the Somnet of the highest Mount,
[2215]
To whose huge Spoakes, ten thousand lesser thingsAre mortiz'd and adioyn'd: which when it falles,Each small annexment, pettie consequenceAttends the boystrous Ruine. Neuer aloneDid the King sighe, but with a generall grone.King.
[2220]
Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage;For we will Fetters put vpon this feare,Which now goes too free‑footed.Both.We will haste vs.Exeunt Gent.Enter Polonius.Pol.My Lord, he's going to his Mothers Closset:
[2225]
Behinde the Arras Ile conuey my selfeTo heare the Processe. Ile warrant shee'l tax him home,And as you said, and wisely was it said,'Tis meete that some more audience then a Mother,Since Nature makes them partiall, should o're‑heare
[2230]
The speech of vantage. Fare you well my Liege,Ile call vpon you ere you go to bed,And tell you what I know.King.Thankes deere my Lord.Oh my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen.
[2235]
It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't,A Brothers murther. Pray can I not,Though inclination be as sharpe as will:My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent,And like a man to double businesse bound,
[2240]
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,And both neglect; what if this cursed handWere thicker then it selfe with Brothers blood,Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heaue
s
To wash it white as Snow? Whereto serues mercy,
[2245]
But to confront the visage of Offence?And what's in Prayer, but this two‑fold force,To be fore‑stalled ere we come to fall,Or pardon'd being downe? Then Ile looke vp,My fault is past. But oh, what forme of Prayer
[2250]
Can serue my turne? Forgiue me my foule Murther:That cannot be, since I am still possestOf those effects for which I did the Murther.My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene:May one be pardon'd, and retaine th'offence?
[2255]
In the corrupted currants of this world,Offences gilded hand may shoue by Iustice,And oft 'tis seene, the wicked prize it selfeBuyes out the Law; but 'tis not so aboue,There is no shuffling, there the Action lyes
[2260]
In his true Nature, and we our selues compell'dEuen to the teeth and forehead of our faults,To giue in euidence. What then
? What rests?
Try what Repentance can. What can it not?Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?
[2265]
Oh wretched state! Oh bosome, blacke as death!Oh limed soule, that strugling to be free,Art more ingag'd: Helpe Angels, make assay:Bow stubborne knees, and heart with strings of Steele,Be soft as sinewes of the new‑borne Babe,
[2270]
All may be well.Enter Hamlet.Ham.Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,And now Ile doo't, and so he goes to Heauen,And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd,A Villaine killes my Father, and for that
[2275]
I his foule Sonne, do this same Villaine sendTo heauen. Oh this is hyre and Sallery, not Reuenge.He tooke my Father grossely, full of bread,With all his Crimes broad blowne, as fresh as May,And how his Audit stands, who knowes, saue Heauen:
[2280]
But in our circumstance and course of thought'Tis heauie with him; and am I then reueng'd,To take him in the purging of his Soule,When he is fit and season'd for his passage? No.Vp Sword, and know thou a more horrid hent
[2285]
When he is drunke asleepe: or in his Rage,Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,At gaming, swearing, or about some acteThat ha's no rellish of Saluation in't,Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at Heauen,
[2290]
And that his Soule may be as damn'd and blackeAs Hell, whereto it goes. My Mother stayes,This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes.Exit.King.My words flye vp, my thoughts remain below,Words without thoughts, neuer to Heauen go.Exit.
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<l n="2220">Arme you, I pray you to this speedie Voyage;</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Pol.</speaker>
<l n="2224">My Lord, he's going to his Mothers Closset:</l>
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<l n="2230">The speech of vantage. Fare you well my Liege,</l>
<l n="2231">Ile call vpon you ere you go to bed,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="2233">Thankes deere my Lord.</l>
<l n="2234">Oh my offence is ranke, it smels to heauen.</l>
<l n="2235">It hath the primall eldest curse vpon't,</l>
<l n="2236">A Brothers murther. Pray can I not,</l>
<l n="2237">Though inclination be as sharpe as will:</l>
<l n="2238">My stronger guilt, defeats my strong intent,</l>
<l n="2239">And like a man to double businesse bound,</l>
<l n="2240">I stand in pause where I shall first begin,</l>
<l n="2241">And both neglect; what if this cursed hand</l>
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<l n="2243">Is there not Raine enough in the sweet Heaue<gap/>s</l>
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<l n="2245">But to confront the visage of Offence?</l>
<l n="2246">And what's in Prayer, but this two‑fold force,</l>
<l n="2247">To be fore‑stalled ere we come to fall,</l>
<l n="2248">Or pardon'd being downe? Then Ile looke vp,</l>
<l n="2249">My fault is past. But oh, what forme of Prayer</l>
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<l n="2251">That cannot be, since I am still possest</l>
<l n="2252">Of those effects for which I did the Murther.</l>
<l n="2253">My Crowne, mine owne Ambition, and my Queene:</l>
<l n="2254">May one be pardon'd, and retaine th'offence?</l>
<l n="2255">In the corrupted currants of this world,</l>
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<l n="2257">And oft 'tis seene, the wicked prize it selfe</l>
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<l n="2259">There is no shuffling, there the Action lyes</l>
<l n="2260">In his true Nature, and we our selues compell'd</l>
<l n="2261">Euen to the teeth and forehead of our faults,</l>
<l n="2262">To giue in euidence. What then<c rend="italic">?</c>What rests?</l>
<l n="2263">Try what Repentance can. What can it not?</l>
<l n="2264">Yet what can it, when one cannot repent?</l>
<l n="2265">Oh wretched state! Oh bosome, blacke as death!</l>
<l n="2266">Oh limed soule, that strugling to be free,</l>
<l n="2267">Art more ingag'd: Helpe Angels, make assay:</l>
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<l n="2269">Be soft as sinewes of the new‑borne Babe,</l>
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<stage rend="center italic" type="entrance">Enter Hamlet.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<l n="2271">Now might I do it pat, now he is praying,</l>
<l n="2272">And now Ile doo't, and so he goes to Heauen,</l>
<l n="2273">And so am I reueng'd: that would be scann'd,</l>
<l n="2274">A Villaine killes my Father, and for that</l>
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<l n="2278">With all his Crimes broad blowne, as fresh as May,</l>
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<l n="2282">To take him in the purging of his Soule,</l>
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<l n="2286">Or in th'incestuous pleasure of his bed,</l>
<l n="2287">At gaming, swearing, or about some acte</l>
<l n="2288">That ha's no rellish of Saluation in't,</l>
<l n="2289">Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at Heauen,</l>
<l n="2290">And that his Soule may be as damn'd and blacke</l>
<l n="2291">As Hell, whereto it goes. My Mother stayes,</l>
<l n="2292">This Physicke but prolongs thy sickly dayes.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="2293">My words flye vp, my thoughts remain below,</l>
<l n="2294">Words without thoughts, neuer to Heauen go.</l>
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