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by William Shakespeare


  Play something like the murder of my father

  Before mine uncle. I’ll observe his looks;

  I’ll tent him to the quick. If a do blench,

  I know my course. The spirit that I have seen

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  May be a devil, and the devil hath power

  T’assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps,

  Out of my weakness and my melancholy,

  As he is very potent with such spirits,

  Abuses me to damn me. I’ll have grounds

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  More relative than this. The play’s the thing

  Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King. Exit.

  3.1 Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN.

  KING And can you by no drift of conference

  Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

  Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

  With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

  ROSENCRANTZ

  He does confess he feels himself distracted,

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  But from what cause a will by no means speak.

  GUILDENSTERN

  Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

  But with a crafty madness keeps aloof

  When we would bring him on to some confession

  Of his true state.

  QUEEN Did he receive you well?

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  ROSENCRANTZ Most like a gentleman.

  GUILDENSTERN

  But with much forcing of his disposition.

  ROSENCRANTZ

  Niggard of question, but of our demands

  Most free in his reply.

  QUEEN Did you assay him

  To any pastime?

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  ROSENCRANTZ

  Madam, it so fell out that certain players

  We o’erraught on the way. Of these we told him,

  And there did seem in him a kind of joy

  To hear of it. They are here about the court,

  And, as I think, they have already order

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  This night to play before him.

  POLONIUS ’Tis most true,

  And he beseech’d me to entreat your Majesties

  To hear and see the matter.

  KING With all my heart; and it doth much content me

  To hear him so inclin’d.

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  Good gentlemen, give him a further edge,

  And drive his purpose into these delights.

  ROSENCRANTZ We shall, my lord.

  Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

  KING Sweet Gertrude, leave us too,

  For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither

  That he, as ’twere by accident, may here

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  Affront Ophelia.

  Her father and myself, lawful espials,

  We’ll so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,

  We may of their encounter frankly judge,

  And gather by him, as he is behav’d,

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  If ’t be th’affliction of his love or no

  That thus he suffers for.

  QUEEN I shall obey you.

  And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

  That your good beauties be the happy cause

  Of Hamlet’s wildness; so shall I hope your virtues

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  Will bring him to his wonted way again,

  To both your honours.

  OPHELIA Madam, I wish it may.

  Exit Queen.

  POLONIUS

  Ophelia, walk you here. – Gracious, so please you,

  We will bestow ourselves. – Read on this book,

  That show of such an exercise may colour

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  Your loneliness. – We are oft to blame in this,

  ’Tis too much prov’d, that with devotion’s visage

  And pious action we do sugar o’er

  The devil himself.

  KING [aside] O ’tis too true.

  How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience.

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  The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plast’ring art,

  Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it

  Than is my deed to my most painted word.

  O heavy burden!

  POLONIUS

  I hear him coming. Let’s withdraw, my lord.

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  Exeunt King and Polonius.

  Enter HAMLET.

  HAMLET To be, or not to be, that is the question:

  Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

  The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

  Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

  And by opposing end them. To die – to sleep,

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  No more; and by a sleep to say we end

  The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

  That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation

  Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;

  To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub:

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  For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

  When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

  Must give us pause – there’s the respect

  That makes calamity of so long life.

  For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

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  Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

  The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,

  The insolence of office, and the spurns

  That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,

  When he himself might his quietus make

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  With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

  To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

  But that the dread of something after death,

  The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn

  No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

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  And makes us rather bear those ills we have

  Than fly to others that we know not of?

  Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

  And thus the native hue of resolution

  Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

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  And enterprises of great pitch and moment

  With this regard their currents turn awry

  And lose the name of action. Soft you now,

  The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

  Be all my sins remember’d.

  OPHELIA Good my lord,

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  How does your honour for this many a day?

  HAMLET I humbly thank you, well.

  OPHELIA My lord, I have remembrances of yours

  That I have longed long to redeliver.

  I pray you now receive them.

  HAMLET No, not I.

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  I never gave you aught.

  OPHELIA

  My honour’d lord, you know right well you did,

  And with them words of so sweet breath compos’d

  As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,

  Take these again; for to the noble mind

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  Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

  There, my lord.

  HAMLET Ha, ha! Are you honest?

  OPHELIA My lord?

  HAMLET Are you fair?

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  OPHELIA What means your lordship?

  HAMLET That if you be honest and fair, your honesty

  should admit no discourse to your beauty.

  OPHELIA Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce

  than with honesty?

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  HAMLET Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner

  transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the

  force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.

  This was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives

  it proof. I did l
ove you once.

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  OPHELIA Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

  HAMLET You should not have believed me; for virtue

  cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of

  it. I loved you not.

  OPHELIA I was the more deceived.

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  HAMLET Get thee to a nunnery. Why, wouldst thou be a

  breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest,

  but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were

  better my mother had not borne me. I am very

  proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at

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  my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,

  imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.

  What should such fellows as I do crawling between

  earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all, believe

  none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your

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  father?

  OPHELIA At home, my lord.

  HAMLET Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may

  play the fool nowhere but in’s own house. Farewell.

  OPHELIA O help him, you sweet heavens.

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  HAMLET If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for

  thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,

  thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery,

  farewell. Or if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for

  wise men know well enough what monsters you make

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  of them. To a nunnery, go – and quickly too. Farewell.

  OPHELIA Heavenly powers, restore him.

  HAMLET I have heard of your paintings well enough.

  God hath given you one face and you make yourselves

  another. You jig and amble, and you lisp, you

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  nickname God’s creatures, and make your wantonness

  your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t, it hath made

  me mad. I say we will have no mo marriage. Those

  that are married already – all but one – shall live; the

  rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit.

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  OPHELIA O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!

  The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,

  Th’expectancy and rose of the fair state,

  The glass of fashion and the mould of form,

  Th’observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down!

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  And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,

  That suck’d the honey of his music vows,

  Now see that noble and most sovereign reason

  Like sweet bells jangled out of tune and harsh,

  That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth

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  Blasted with ecstasy. O woe is me

  T’have seen what I have seen, see what I see.

  Enter KING and POLONIUS.

  KING Love? His affections do not that way tend,

  Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little,

  Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul

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  O’er which his melancholy sits on brood,

  And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose

  Will be some danger; which for to prevent,

  I have in quick determination

  Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England

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  For the demand of our neglected tribute.

  Haply the seas and countries different,

  With variable objects, shall expel

  This something settled matter in his heart,

  Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

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  From fashion of himself. What think you on’t?

  POLONIUS It shall do well. But yet do I believe

  The origin and commencement of his grief

  Sprung from neglected love. How now, Ophelia?

  You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said,

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  We heard it all. My lord, do as you please,

  But if you hold it fit, after the play

  Let his queen-mother all alone entreat him

  To show his grief, let her be round with him,

  And I’ll be plac’d, so please you, in the ear

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  Of all their conference. If she find him not,

  To England send him; or confine him where

  Your wisdom best shall think.

  KING It shall be so.

  Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.

  Exeunt.

  3.2 Enter HAMLET and three of the Players.

  HAMLET Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced

 

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