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nventorially, would dizzy the arithmetic of | memory; and yet but raw 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."
Osr. Your lordship speaks most infallibly of him.
Ham. The concernancy, Sir? why do we wrap the gentleman in our more rawer breath? Osr. Sir?
Hor. Is't not possible to understand in another tongue? You will do't, Sir, really.
Ham. What imports the nominationt of this gentleman?
Osr. Of Laertes?
Hor. His purse is empty already; all his golden words are spent.
Ham. Of him, Sir.
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
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 meeds
Ham. What's his weapon?
Ham. That's two of his weapons: but, well. Osr. 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.
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 germantt to the matter, if 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 impawned, as you call it?
Osr. The king, Sir, hath laid, 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
Osr. Shall I deliver you so? Ham. To this effect, Sir; after what flourish your nature will.
Osr. I commend my duty to your lordship. [Exit. Ham. Yours, yours.-He does well to commend it himself; there are no tongues else for's turn.
Hor. This lapwing* runs away with the shell on his head.
Ham. He did comply+ with his dug, before he sucked it. Thus has he (and many more of the same breed, that, I know, the drossy‡ age dotes on,) only got the tune of the time, and outward habit of encounter; a kind of yestys collection, which carries them through and through the most fond and winnowed opinions; and do but blow them to their trial, the bubbles are out.
Enter a LORD.
Lord. My lord, his majesty commended him to you by young Osric, 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.
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 down.
Ham. In happy time.
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 wouldst 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
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."
Enter KING, QUEEN, LAERTES, LORDS, OSRIC, and Attendunts, with Foils, &c.
King. Come, Hamlet, come, and take this hand from me.
[The KING puts the Hand of LAERTES into that of HAMLET.
Ham. Give me your pardon, Sir: I have But pardon it, as you are a gentleman. done you wrong; This How I am punish'd with a sore distraction.
presencett knows, and you must needs
The king and queen's presence.
What I have done,
If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,
And, when he's not himself, does wrong La-
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil
Laer. I am satisfied in nature,
Whose motive, in this case, should stir me most
Ham. I embrace it freely;
And will this brother's wager frankly play.-
Laer. Come, one for me.
Ham. I'll be your foil, Laertes; in mine ig
But since he's better'd, we have therefore odds.
all a length? [They prepare to play. Osr. Ay, my good lord."
King. Set me the stoupst of wine upon that
If Hamlet gives the first or second hit,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
Laer. Come, my lord.
Osr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confess.
Queen. He's fat, and scant o'breath.-
The queen carousest to thy fortune, Hamlet.
King. Gertrude, do not drink.
Queen. I will, my lord; I pray you, pardoa
King. It is the poison'd cup; it is too late.
Laer. And yet it is almost against my con-
pray you, pass with your best violence;
Laer. Have at you now.
[LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then, in scuf-
King. Part them, they are incens'd.
Hor. They bleed on both sides:-How is it,
Osr. How is't, Laertes?
Laer. Why, as a woodcock to my own springe, Osric;
am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Ham. How does the queen?
King. She swoons to see them bleed.
Queen. No, no, the drink, the drink,—O my
The drink, the drink: I am poison'd! [Dies.
No medicine in the world can do thee good,
Envenom'd too!-Then, venom, to thy work.
Ham. Here, thou incestuous, murd'rous,
[They play. Drink off this potion :-Is the union here?
King. Stay, give me drink; Hamlet, this
Here's to thy health.-Give him the cup.
* Unwounded. + Large jugs. A precious pearl.
Follow my mother.
I am dead, Horatio:-Wretched queen, adieu!
You that look pale and tremble at this chance,
Hor. Never believe it;
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane,
Hum. As thou'rt a man,
[it. Give me the cup; let go; by heaven I'll have O God!-Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me?
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, [pain, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in To tell my story.
[March afar off, and Shot within. What warlike noise is this?
Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come
To the ambassadors of England gives
Ham. O, I die, Horatio;
The potent poison quite o'er-crowst my spirit;
[March within. Enter FORTINBRAS, the ENGLISH AMBASSADORS,
What feast is toward in thine eternal cell,
1 Amb. 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;
Are here arriv'd; give order, that these bodies
Fort. Let us haste to hear it,
And call the noblest to the audience.
Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me :If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
My mediators; for, certes, says he,
And what was he?
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster ;+ He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's ancient.
Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
lago. But there's no remedy; 'tis the curse
Preferment goes by letter, and affection,
Whether I in any just term am affin'd‡
To love the Moor.
Rod. I would not follow him then.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
And, throwing but shows of service on their
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have
Do themselves homage: these fellows have
And such a one do I profess myself.
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Iago. Call up her father,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call
lago. Do; with like timorous accent, and
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Braban-
Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your [bags! Thieves! thieves!
BRABANTIO, above, at a Window.
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum[mons?
What is the matter there?
Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
Bra. Not I; What are you?
I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my
Being full of supper, and distempering
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
My spirit, and my place, have in them power
*Outward show of civility.
1. e. Is broken.
+ Own, possess.
Rod. 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 your nephews neigh to you: you'll have covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have mans.t coursers for cousins, and gennets for ger
Bra. What profane wretch art thou?
Iugo. 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.
Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee,
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I
(As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughIf't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
At this odd-event and dull watch o'the night,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
This accident is not unlike my dream,
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their
Another of his fathom they have not,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;