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Hamlet
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of the world.
Fie on ‘t! Ah fie! ‘tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.
Laertes
For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favor,
Hold it as a fashion and a toy in blood,
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.
Polonius
Marry, I’ll teach you: think yourself a baby,
That you have ta’en these tenders for true pay,
Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more dearly;
Or, --not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,
Running it thus—you’ll tender me a fool.
Ghost
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood . . .
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.
Ophelia
My lord, I have remembrances of yours,
That I have longed to re-deliver;
Pray you, now receive them.
Ophelia
Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
Laertes
Lay her i’ th’ earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring!
Claudius
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go.
Claudius
O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
It hath the primal eldest curse upon ‘t;
A brother’s murder! Pray I can not . . .
Hamlet
Leave wringing of your hands: peace! Sit you down!
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall
If it be made of penetrable stuff . . .
Gertrude
Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended.
Ghost
Do not forget; this visitation
Is but to whet your almost blunted purpose.
Hamlet
‘Tis not alone, my inky cloak
Nor customary suits of solemn black . . .
That can denote me truly; these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show.
Ophelia
My lord, I was in my sewing closet,
Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac’d;
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d,
Ungarter’d, and down gyved to his ankle . . .
Polonius
Read on this book;
That show of such an exercise may color
Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this,
That with devotion’s visage and pious action
We do sugar o’er the devil himself.
Hamlet
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well
When our deep plots do pall; and that should teach us
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.
Ostric
A hit, a very palpable hit!
Fortinbras
Let four captains Bear
Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For he was likely, had he been put on,
To have prov’d most royally.
Horatio
Never believe it;
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
Here’s yet some liquor left.
Hamlet
Let my disclaiming from a purpos’d evil
Free me so far in your most generous thoughts,
That I have shot mine arrow o’er the house,
And hurt my brother.
Laertes
He is justly served.
It is a poison temper’d by himself.
Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:
Mine and my father’s death come not upon thee,
Nor thine on me!
Gertrude
The lady doth protest too much methinks.
Ophelia
There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you; and here’s some for me; O! you must wear your rue with a difference! There’s a daisy.
Hamlet
Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery . . . ‘Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe!
Claudius
Laertes, was your father dear to you?
Or are you like the painting of a sorrow,
A face without a heart?
Laertes
But you must fear
His greatness weigh’d, his will is not his own,
For he himself is subject to his birth;
He may not, as unvalu’d persons do,
Carve for himself, for on his choice depends
The safety and health of the whole state;
Ghost
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com’st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee:
Polonius
Though this be madness, yet there is method in it ‘t. Will you walk out of the air
my lord?
Ghost
But, howsoever thou pursu’st this act,
Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive
Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven.
Hamlet
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you
one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you
lisp, and nickname God’s creatures, and make your wantonness your
ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on ‘t.
Ophelia
Well, God ‘ild you! They saw the owl was a baker’s daughter. Lord! We know
what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table!
Hamlet
‘Swounds, show me what thou’lt do:
Woo’t weep? woo’t fight? woo’t fast? woo’t tear thyself?
Woo’t drink up eisel? eat a crocodile?
I’ll do ‘t. Dost thou come here to whine?
To outface me with leaping in her grave?
Hamlet
For anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end both
at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as ‘twere, the mirror up to nature;
to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and
body of the time his form and pressure.
Hamlet
No. Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent;
When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage,
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed,
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
And that his soul may be as damn’d and black
As hell, whereto it goes.
Hamlet
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed,
Stew’d in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty—
Gertrude
O! speak to me no more;
These words like daggers enter in mine ears;
No more, sweet Hamlet!
Hamlet
Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what’s past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker.
Hamlet
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Polonius
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
Why day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit.
Hamlet
Not a whit, we defy augury; there’s 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.
Gertrude
He’s fat, and scant of breath.
Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows;
The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Hamlet
The potent poison quite o’ercrows my spirit:
I cannot live to hear the news from England,
But Fortinbras has my dying voice; . . .
The rest is silence
Hamlet
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.
Laertes
Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;
I am justly killed with mine own treachery.
Hamlet
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow.
Gertrude
Sweets to the sweet
Horatio
What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord,
Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
And there assume some other horrible form,
Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason
And draw you into madness?
Claudius
I have sent to seek him, and to find the body.
How dangerous is it that this man goes loose!
Yet must not we put the strong law on him:
He’s lov’d of the distracted multitude
Ophelia
I was the more deceived
Claudius
What would you undertake
To show yourself your father’s son in deed
More than in words? Revenge should have no bounds
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