THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK - 1600 WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR 5. Act IV, Scene 5
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5. Act IV, Scene 5
0 Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
1 Enter Horatio, Queen, and a Gentleman.
2 Gertrude.
3 I will not speak with her.
4 Gentleman.
5 She is importunate, indeed distract.
6 Her mood will needs be pitied.
7 Gertrude.
8 What would she have?
9 Gentleman.
10 She speaks much of her father; says she hears
11 There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart;
12 Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
13 That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
14 Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
15 The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
16 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
17 Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
18 Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
19 Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
20 Horatio.
21 'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
22 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
23 Gertrude.
24 Let her come in.
25 [Exit Gentleman.]
26 [Aside]To my sick soul (as sin's true nature is)
27 Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss.
28 So full of artless jealousy is guilt
29 It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
30 Enter Ophelia distracted.
31 Ophelia.
32 Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
33 Gertrude.
34 How now, Ophelia?
35 Ophelia.
36 [sings]
37 How should I your true-love know
38 From another one?
39 By his cockle bat and' staff
40 And his sandal shoon.
41 Gertrude.
42 Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
43 Ophelia.
44 Say you? Nay, pray You mark.
45 (Sings)He is dead and gone, lady,
46 He is dead and gone;
47 At his head a grass-green turf,
48 At his heels a stone.
49 O, ho!
50 Gertrude.
51 Nay, but Ophelia-
52 Ophelia.
53 Pray you mark.
54 (Sings)White his shroud as the mountain snow-
55 Enter King.
56 Gertrude.
57 Alas, look here, my lord!
58 Ophelia.
59 [Sings]
60 Larded all with sweet flowers;
61 Which bewept to the grave did not go
62 With true-love showers.
63 Claudius.
64 How do you, pretty lady?
65 Ophelia.
66 Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter.
67 Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at
68 your table!
69 Claudius.
70 Conceit upon her father.
71 Ophelia.
72 Pray let's have no words of this; but when they ask, you what
73 it means, say you this:
74 (Sings)To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
75 All in the morning bedtime,
76 And I a maid at your window,
77 To be your Valentine.
78 Then up he rose and donn'd his clo'es
79 And dupp'd the chamber door,
80 Let in the maid, that out a maid
81 Never departed more.
82 Claudius.
83 Pretty Ophelia!
84 Ophelia.
85 Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't!
86 [Sings]By Gis and by Saint Charity,
87 Alack, and fie for shame!
88 Young men will do't if they come to't
89 By Cock, they are to blame.
90 Quoth she, 'Before you tumbled me,
91 You promis'd me to wed.'
92 He answers:
93 'So would I 'a' done, by yonder sun,
94 An thou hadst not come to my bed.'
95 Claudius.
96 How long hath she been thus?
97 Ophelia.
98 I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot
99 choose but weep to think they would lay him i' th' cold ground.
100 My brother shall know of it; and so I thank you for your good
101 counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies. Good night, sweet
102 ladies. Good night, good night.[Exit]
103 Claudius.
104 Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
105 [Exit Horatio.]
106 O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
107 All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
108 When sorrows come, they come not single spies.
109 But in battalions! First, her father slain;
110 Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
111 Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
112 Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
113 For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
114 In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
115 Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
116 Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
117 Last, and as much containing as all these,
118 Her brother is in secret come from France;
119 Feeds on his wonder, keeps, himself in clouds,
120 And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
121 With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
122 Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
123 Will nothing stick our person to arraign
124 In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
125 Like to a murd'ring piece, in many places
126 Give me superfluous death. A noise within.
127 Gertrude.
128 Alack, what noise is this?
129 Claudius.
130 Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
131 [Enter a Messenger.]
132 What is the matter?
133 Messenger.
134 Save Yourself, my lord:
135 The ocean, overpeering of his list,
136 Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
137 Than Young Laertes, in a riotous head,
138 O'erbears Your offices. The rabble call him lord;
139 And, as the world were now but to begin,
140 Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
141 The ratifiers and props of every word,
142 They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!'
143 Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
144 'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!'
145 A noise within.
146 Gertrude.
147 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
148 O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
149 Claudius.
150 The doors are broke.
151 Enter Laertes with others.
152 Laertes.
153 Where is this king?- Sirs, staid you all without.
154 All.
155 No, let's come in!
156 Laertes.
157 I pray you give me leave.
158 All.
159 We will, we will!
160 Laertes.
161 I thank you. Keep the door.[Exeunt his Followers.]
162 O thou vile king,
163 Give me my father!
164 Gertrude.
165 Calmly, good Laertes.
166 Laertes.
167 That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard;
168 Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot
169 Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows
170 Of my true mother.
171 Claudius.
172 What is the cause, Laertes,
173 That thy rebellion looks so giantlike?
174 Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
175 There's such divinity doth hedge a king
176 That treason can but peep to what it would,
177 Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
178 Why thou art thus incens'd. Let him go, Gertrude.
179 Speak, man.
180 Laertes.
181 Where is my father?
182 Claudius.
183 Dead.
184 Gertrude.
185 But not by him!
186 Claudius.
187 Let him demand his fill.
188 Laertes.
189 How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
190 To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil
191 Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
192 I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
193 That both the world, I give to negligence,
194 Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
195 Most throughly for my father.
196 Claudius.
197 Who shall stay you?
198 Laertes.
199 My will, not all the world!
200 And for my means, I'll husband them so well
201 They shall go far with little.
202 Claudius.
203 Good Laertes,
204 If you desire to know the certainty
205 Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
206 That sweepstake you will draw both friend and foe,
207 Winner and loser?
208 Laertes.
209 None but his enemies.
210 Claudius.
211 Will you know them then?
212 Laertes.
213 To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms
214 And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
215 Repast them with my blood.
216 Claudius.
217 Why, now You speak
218 Like a good child and a true gentleman.
219 That I am guiltless of your father's death,
220 And am most sensibly in grief for it,
221 It shall as level to your judgment pierce
222 As day does to your eye.
223 A noise within: 'Let her come in.'
224 Laertes.
225 How now? What noise is that?
226 [Enter Ophelia. ]
227 O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
228 Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
229 By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight
230 Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
231 Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
232 O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits
233 Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
234 Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
235 It sends some precious instance of itself
236 After the thing it loves.
237 Ophelia.
238 [sings]
239 They bore him barefac'd on the bier
240 (Hey non nony, nony, hey nony)
241 And in his grave rain'd many a tear.
242 Fare you well, my dove!
243 Laertes.
244 Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
245 It could not move thus.
246 Ophelia.
247 You must sing 'A-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.' O,
248 how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his
249 master's daughter.
250 Laertes.
251 This nothing's more than matter.
252 Ophelia.
253 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love,
254 remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
255 Laertes.
256 A document in madness! Thoughts and remembrance fitted.
257 Ophelia.
258 There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you,
259 and here's some for me. We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.
260 O, you must wear your rue with a difference! There's a daisy. I
261 would give you some violets, but they wither'd all when my father
262 died. They say he made a good end.
263 [Sings]For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
264 Laertes.
265 Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
266 She turns to favour and to prettiness.
267 Ophelia.
268 [sings]
269 And will he not come again?
270 And will he not come again?
271 No, no, he is dead;
272 Go to thy deathbed;
273 He never will come again.
274 His beard was as white as snow,
275 All flaxen was his poll.
276 He is gone, he is gone,
277 And we cast away moan.
278 God 'a'mercy on his soul!
279 And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God b' wi' you.
280 Exit.
281 Laertes.
282 Do you see this, O God?
283 Claudius.
284 Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
285 Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
286 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
287 And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.
288 If by direct or by collateral hand
289 They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
290 Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
291 To you in satisfaction; but if not,
292 Be you content to lend your patience to us,
293 And we shall jointly labour with your soul
294 To give it due content.
295 Laertes.
296 Let this be so.
297 His means of death, his obscure funeral-
298 No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
299 No noble rite nor formal ostentation,-
300 Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
301 That I must call't in question.
302 Claudius.
303 So you shall;
304 And where th' offence is let the great axe fall.
305 I pray you go with me.
306 Exeunt
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5. Act IV, Scene 5
0 Elsinore. A room in the Castle.
1 Enter Horatio, Queen, and a Gentleman.
2 Gertrude.
3 I will not speak with her.
4 Gentleman.
5 She is importunate, indeed distract.
6 Her mood will needs be pitied.
7 Gertrude.
8 What would she have?
9 Gentleman.
10 She speaks much of her father; says she hears
11 There's tricks i' th' world, and hems, and beats her heart;
12 Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt,
13 That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing,
14 Yet the unshaped use of it doth move
15 The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
16 And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
17 Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them,
18 Indeed would make one think there might be thought,
19 Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
20 Horatio.
21 'Twere good she were spoken with; for she may strew
22 Dangerous conjectures in ill-breeding minds.
23 Gertrude.
24 Let her come in.
25 [Exit Gentleman.]
26 [Aside]To my sick soul (as sin's true nature is)
27 Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss.
28 So full of artless jealousy is guilt
29 It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
30 Enter Ophelia distracted.
31 Ophelia.
32 Where is the beauteous Majesty of Denmark?
33 Gertrude.
34 How now, Ophelia?
35 Ophelia.
36 [sings]
37 How should I your true-love know
38 From another one?
39 By his cockle bat and' staff
40 And his sandal shoon.
41 Gertrude.
42 Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?
43 Ophelia.
44 Say you? Nay, pray You mark.
45 (Sings)He is dead and gone, lady,
46 He is dead and gone;
47 At his head a grass-green turf,
48 At his heels a stone.
49 O, ho!
50 Gertrude.
51 Nay, but Ophelia-
52 Ophelia.
53 Pray you mark.
54 (Sings)White his shroud as the mountain snow-
55 Enter King.
56 Gertrude.
57 Alas, look here, my lord!
58 Ophelia.
59 [Sings]
60 Larded all with sweet flowers;
61 Which bewept to the grave did not go
62 With true-love showers.
63 Claudius.
64 How do you, pretty lady?
65 Ophelia.
66 Well, God dild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter.
67 Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at
68 your table!
69 Claudius.
70 Conceit upon her father.
71 Ophelia.
72 Pray let's have no words of this; but when they ask, you what
73 it means, say you this:
74 (Sings)To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
75 All in the morning bedtime,
76 And I a maid at your window,
77 To be your Valentine.
78 Then up he rose and donn'd his clo'es
79 And dupp'd the chamber door,
80 Let in the maid, that out a maid
81 Never departed more.
82 Claudius.
83 Pretty Ophelia!
84 Ophelia.
85 Indeed, la, without an oath, I'll make an end on't!
86 [Sings]By Gis and by Saint Charity,
87 Alack, and fie for shame!
88 Young men will do't if they come to't
89 By Cock, they are to blame.
90 Quoth she, 'Before you tumbled me,
91 You promis'd me to wed.'
92 He answers:
93 'So would I 'a' done, by yonder sun,
94 An thou hadst not come to my bed.'
95 Claudius.
96 How long hath she been thus?
97 Ophelia.
98 I hope all will be well. We must be patient; but I cannot
99 choose but weep to think they would lay him i' th' cold ground.
100 My brother shall know of it; and so I thank you for your good
101 counsel. Come, my coach! Good night, ladies. Good night, sweet
102 ladies. Good night, good night.[Exit]
103 Claudius.
104 Follow her close; give her good watch, I pray you.
105 [Exit Horatio.]
106 O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs
107 All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
108 When sorrows come, they come not single spies.
109 But in battalions! First, her father slain;
110 Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
111 Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
112 Thick and and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
113 For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
114 In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
115 Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
116 Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
117 Last, and as much containing as all these,
118 Her brother is in secret come from France;
119 Feeds on his wonder, keeps, himself in clouds,
120 And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
121 With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
122 Wherein necessity, of matter beggar'd,
123 Will nothing stick our person to arraign
124 In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
125 Like to a murd'ring piece, in many places
126 Give me superfluous death. A noise within.
127 Gertrude.
128 Alack, what noise is this?
129 Claudius.
130 Where are my Switzers? Let them guard the door.
131 [Enter a Messenger.]
132 What is the matter?
133 Messenger.
134 Save Yourself, my lord:
135 The ocean, overpeering of his list,
136 Eats not the flats with more impetuous haste
137 Than Young Laertes, in a riotous head,
138 O'erbears Your offices. The rabble call him lord;
139 And, as the world were now but to begin,
140 Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
141 The ratifiers and props of every word,
142 They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!'
143 Caps, hands, and tongues applaud it to the clouds,
144 'Laertes shall be king! Laertes king!'
145 A noise within.
146 Gertrude.
147 How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
148 O, this is counter, you false Danish dogs!
149 Claudius.
150 The doors are broke.
151 Enter Laertes with others.
152 Laertes.
153 Where is this king?- Sirs, staid you all without.
154 All.
155 No, let's come in!
156 Laertes.
157 I pray you give me leave.
158 All.
159 We will, we will!
160 Laertes.
161 I thank you. Keep the door.[Exeunt his Followers.]
162 O thou vile king,
163 Give me my father!
164 Gertrude.
165 Calmly, good Laertes.
166 Laertes.
167 That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard;
168 Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot
169 Even here between the chaste unsmirched brows
170 Of my true mother.
171 Claudius.
172 What is the cause, Laertes,
173 That thy rebellion looks so giantlike?
174 Let him go, Gertrude. Do not fear our person.
175 There's such divinity doth hedge a king
176 That treason can but peep to what it would,
177 Acts little of his will. Tell me, Laertes,
178 Why thou art thus incens'd. Let him go, Gertrude.
179 Speak, man.
180 Laertes.
181 Where is my father?
182 Claudius.
183 Dead.
184 Gertrude.
185 But not by him!
186 Claudius.
187 Let him demand his fill.
188 Laertes.
189 How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with:
190 To hell, allegiance! vows, to the blackest devil
191 Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit!
192 I dare damnation. To this point I stand,
193 That both the world, I give to negligence,
194 Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd
195 Most throughly for my father.
196 Claudius.
197 Who shall stay you?
198 Laertes.
199 My will, not all the world!
200 And for my means, I'll husband them so well
201 They shall go far with little.
202 Claudius.
203 Good Laertes,
204 If you desire to know the certainty
205 Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
206 That sweepstake you will draw both friend and foe,
207 Winner and loser?
208 Laertes.
209 None but his enemies.
210 Claudius.
211 Will you know them then?
212 Laertes.
213 To his good friends thus wide I'll ope my arms
214 And, like the kind life-rend'ring pelican,
215 Repast them with my blood.
216 Claudius.
217 Why, now You speak
218 Like a good child and a true gentleman.
219 That I am guiltless of your father's death,
220 And am most sensibly in grief for it,
221 It shall as level to your judgment pierce
222 As day does to your eye.
223 A noise within: 'Let her come in.'
224 Laertes.
225 How now? What noise is that?
226 [Enter Ophelia. ]
227 O heat, dry up my brains! Tears seven times salt
228 Burn out the sense and virtue of mine eye!
229 By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight
230 Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
231 Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia!
232 O heavens! is't possible a young maid's wits
233 Should be as mortal as an old man's life?
234 Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine,
235 It sends some precious instance of itself
236 After the thing it loves.
237 Ophelia.
238 [sings]
239 They bore him barefac'd on the bier
240 (Hey non nony, nony, hey nony)
241 And in his grave rain'd many a tear.
242 Fare you well, my dove!
243 Laertes.
244 Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
245 It could not move thus.
246 Ophelia.
247 You must sing 'A-down a-down, and you call him a-down-a.' O,
248 how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his
249 master's daughter.
250 Laertes.
251 This nothing's more than matter.
252 Ophelia.
253 There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love,
254 remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
255 Laertes.
256 A document in madness! Thoughts and remembrance fitted.
257 Ophelia.
258 There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you,
259 and here's some for me. We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.
260 O, you must wear your rue with a difference! There's a daisy. I
261 would give you some violets, but they wither'd all when my father
262 died. They say he made a good end.
263 [Sings]For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
264 Laertes.
265 Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
266 She turns to favour and to prettiness.
267 Ophelia.
268 [sings]
269 And will he not come again?
270 And will he not come again?
271 No, no, he is dead;
272 Go to thy deathbed;
273 He never will come again.
274 His beard was as white as snow,
275 All flaxen was his poll.
276 He is gone, he is gone,
277 And we cast away moan.
278 God 'a'mercy on his soul!
279 And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God b' wi' you.
280 Exit.
281 Laertes.
282 Do you see this, O God?
283 Claudius.
284 Laertes, I must commune with your grief,
285 Or you deny me right. Go but apart,
286 Make choice of whom your wisest friends you will,
287 And they shall hear and judge 'twixt you and me.
288 If by direct or by collateral hand
289 They find us touch'd, we will our kingdom give,
290 Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours,
291 To you in satisfaction; but if not,
292 Be you content to lend your patience to us,
293 And we shall jointly labour with your soul
294 To give it due content.
295 Laertes.
296 Let this be so.
297 His means of death, his obscure funeral-
298 No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones,
299 No noble rite nor formal ostentation,-
300 Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,
301 That I must call't in question.
302 Claudius.
303 So you shall;
304 And where th' offence is let the great axe fall.
305 I pray you go with me.
306 Exeunt
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