THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK - 1600 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 3. Act III, Scene 3
◈ The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (햄릿) ◈
3. Act III, Scene 3
0 A room in the Castle.
1 Enter King, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern.
2 Claudius.
3 I like him not, nor stands it safe with us
4 To let his madness range. Therefore prepare you;
5 I your commission will forthwith dispatch,
6 And he to England shall along with you.
7 The terms of our estate may not endure
8 Hazard so near us as doth hourly grow
9 Out of his lunacies.
10 Guildenstern.
11 We will ourselves provide.
12 Most holy and religious fear it is
13 To keep those many many bodies safe
14 That live and feed upon your Majesty.
15 Rosencrantz.
16 The single and peculiar life is bound
17 With all the strength and armour of the mind
18 To keep itself from noyance; but much more
19 That spirit upon whose weal depends and rests
20 The lives of many. The cesse of majesty
21 Dies not alone, but like a gulf doth draw
22 What's near it with it. It is a massy wheel,
23 Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,
24 To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things
25 Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which when it falls,
26 Each small annexment, petty consequence,
27 Attends the boist'rous ruin. Never alone
28 Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.
29 Claudius.
30 Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage;
31 For we will fetters put upon this fear,
32 Which now goes too free-footed.
33 Rosencrantz.
34 [with Guildenstern]We will haste us.
35 Exeunt Gentlemen.
36 Enter Polonius.
37 Polonius.
38 My lord, he's going to his mother's closet.
39 Behind the arras I'll convey myself
40 To hear the process. I'll warrant she'll tax him home;
41 And, as you said, and wisely was it said,
42 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother,
43 Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear
44 The speech, of vantage. Fare you well, my liege.
45 I'll call upon you ere you go to bed
46 And tell you what I know.
47 Claudius.
48 Thanks, dear my lord.
49 [Exit [Polonius].]
50 O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
51 It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,
52 A brother's murther! Pray can I not,
53 Though inclination be as sharp as will.
54 My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent,
55 And, like a man to double business bound,
56 I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
57 And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
58 Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
59 Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
60 To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
61 But to confront the visage of offence?
62 And what's in prayer but this twofold force,
63 To be forestalled ere we come to fall,
64 Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
65 My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer
66 Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murther'?
67 That cannot be; since I am still possess'd
68 Of those effects for which I did the murther-
69 My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.
70 May one be pardon'd and retain th' offence?
71 In the corrupted currents of this world
72 Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
73 And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
74 Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above.
75 There is no shuffling; there the action lies
76 In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd,
77 Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
78 To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
79 Try what repentance can. What can it not?
80 Yet what can it when one cannot repent?
81 O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
82 O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
83 Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay.
84 Bow, stubborn knees; and heart with strings of steel,
85 Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
86 All may be well. He kneels.
87 Enter Hamlet.
88 Hamlet.
89 Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
90 And now I'll do't. And so he goes to heaven,
91 And so am I reveng'd. That would be scann'd.
92 A villain kills my father; and for that,
93 I, his sole son, do this same villain send
94 To heaven.
95 Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge!
96 He took my father grossly, full of bread,
97 With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
98 And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
99 But in our circumstance and course of thought,
100 'Tis heavy with him; and am I then reveng'd,
101 To take him in the purging of his soul,
102 When he is fit and seasoned for his passage?
103 No.
104 Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
105 When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
106 Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed;
107 At gaming, swearing, or about some act
108 That has no relish of salvation in't-
109 Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
110 And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
111 As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays.
112 This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.[Exit.]
113 Claudius.
114 [rises]My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
115 Words without thoughts never to heaven go.[Exit.]
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