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Peace; who comes here?
OST. Your lordship is right welcome back to
Ham. I humbly thank you, sir.-Dost know this water-fly?
Hor. No, my good lord.
Ham. 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.
Osr. Sweet lord, if your lordship were at leisure, I should impart a thing to you from his majesty. Ham. I will receive it, sir, with all diligence of spirit: Your bounet to his right use; 'tis for the bead.
Osr. I thank your lordship, 'tis very hot. Ham. No, believe me, 'tís very cold; the wind is northerly.
Osr. It is indifferent cold, my lord, indeed. Ham. But yet, methinks, it is very sultry and hot; or my complexion
Osr. Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,as 'twere, I cannot tell how.-My lord, his majesty bade me signify to you, that he has laid a great wager on your head: Sir, this is the matter,Ham. I beseech you, remember
(Hamlet moves him to put on his hat.) Osr. Nay, good my lord; for my 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 shewing: Indeed, to speak feelingly of him, he is the card or calendar of gentry, for you shall find in him the continent of what part a gentleman would see.
Hor. It must be shortly known to him from unfellowed.
What is the issue of the business there.
Ham. It will be short: the interim is mine;
Osr. I know, you are not ignorant
Ham. I would you did, sir; yet, in faith, if you did, it would not much approve me;-Well, sir.
Osr. You are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is
Ham. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself.
Osr. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed he's
Ham. What's his weapon?
Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well.
Ham. What call you the carriages?
Hor. I knew, you must be edified by the margent, ere you had done.
Osr. The carriages, sir, are the hangers.
Ham. The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides; I would, it might be bangers till then. But, on:
How I am punish'd with a sore distraction.
That might your nature, honour, and exception,
Ham. 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.
Lord. The king, and queen, and all are coming Ham. In happy time. [down. Lord. The queen desires you, to use some gentle entertainment to Laertes, before you fall to play.
Ham. She well instructs me. [Exit Lord. Hor. You will lose this wager, my lord. Ham. I do not think so; since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou would'st not think, how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter.
Hor. Nay, good my lord,
Ham. It is but foolery; but it is such a kind of gain-giving, as would, perhaps, trouble a woman.
Hor. If your mind dislike any thing, obey it: I will forestal their repair hither, and say, you are not fit.
Ham. Not a whit, we defy augury; there is a 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, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes? Let be.
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
Come, one for me. Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ige
Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night,
Very well, my lord;
Osr. Ay, my good lord.
If Hamlet give the first or second hit,
Come, my lord,
(They play) No.
Enter King, Queen, LAERTES, Lords, OSRIC, and
(The King puts the hand of Laertes into that
(Trumpets sound; and cannon shot off within.)
Ham. Give me your pardon, sir: I have done you wrong;
The drink, the drink;-I am poison'd! (Dies.) Ham. O villany!-Ho! let the door be lock'd: Treachery! seek it out. (Laertes falls.) Laer. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;
No medicine in the world can do thee good,
Envenom'd too!-Then, venom to thy work.
Ham. 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, 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 liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.
Never believe it; I am more an antique Roman than a Dane, Here's yet some liquor left.
As thou'rt a man,—— Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have it.
O God!—Horatio, what a wounded name,
Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me?
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from
To the ambassadors of England gives
O, I die, Horatio;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
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 fulfill'd, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Where should we have our thanks?
Hor. Not from his mouth, Had it the 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 arriv'd; give order, that these bodies High on a stage be placed to the view; And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, How these things come about: So shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd cause; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I Truly deliver.
Hor. Of that I shall have also cause to speak,
On plots, and errors, happen.
To have prov'd most royally: and, for his passage,
Take up the bodies:-Such a sight as this
SCENE I.-Venice. A Street.
Enter RODERIGO and IAGO.
Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much un
Act V. Scene 2
That thou, Iago,-who hast had my purse,
[hate. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the Government of Cyprus.
Clown, Servant to Othello.-Herald.
DESDEMONA, Daughter to Brabantio, and Wife is
RODERIGO, a Venetian Gentleman.
EMILIA, Wife to lago.
BIANCA, a Courtezan, Mistress to Cassio.
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
Iago. Call up her father; Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour.
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves! thieves!
What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?
Bra. Not I; What are you?
Rod. My name is-Roderigo. Bra. The worse welcome : I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors: In houest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of supper and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet.
Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,— Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee.
Patience, good sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange. Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.
Bra. What profane wretch art thou? Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs,
Bra. Thou art a villain, Iago. You are a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo. [you, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o'the night,
I thus would play and trille with your reverence:
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho Give me a taper ;-call up all my people :— This accident is not unlike my dream, Belief of it oppresses me already Light, I say! light! [Exit from above. Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,However this may gall him with some check,Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars, (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, Another of his fathom they have not, To lead their business: in which regard, Though I do hate him as I do hell pains, Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must shew out a flag and sign of love,
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ; And what's to come of my despised time, Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl!With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father?[me How didst thou know 'twas she?-O, thou deceiv'st Past thought! What said she to you?-Get more tapers; [you? Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
Bra. O heaven!-How got she out?-O treason of the blood!