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<note anchored="true">Original colophon reads: Printed at the charges of W.[illiam] Iaggard, Ed.[ward] Blount, I.[ohn] Smithweeke [i.e. Smethwick], and W.[illiam] Aspley, 1623</note>
<note anchored="true">Contents: The tempest. The two gentlemen of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measvre, for measure. The comedie of errors. Much adoe about nothing. Loues labour's lost. A midsommer nights dreame. The merchant of Venice. As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfe night, or what you will. The winters tale. The life and death of King Iohn. The life and death of King Richard the second. The first part of Henry the fourth. The second part of Henry the fourth. The life of Henry the fift. The first part of Henry the sixt. The second part of Henry the sixt. The third part of Henry the sixt. The tragedy of Richard the third. The famous history of the life of King Henry the eight. The tragedie of Troylus and Cressida. The tragedy of Coriolanvs. The lamentable tragedy of Titus Andronicus. The tragedie of Romeo and Ivliet. The life of Tymon of Athens. The tragedie of Ivlivs Caesar. The tragedie of Macbeth. The tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke. The tragedie of King Lear. The tragedie of Othello, the moore of Venice. The tragedie of Anthonie, and Cleopatra. The tragedie of Cymbeline</note>
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<head>The tragedie of<lb/>HAMLET, Prince of Denmarke.</head>
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<head rend="italic">Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.</head>
<lb n="2"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Barnardo and Francisco two Centinels.</stage>
<lb n="3"/>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barnardo.</speaker>
<ab>
<lb n="4"/>Who's there?<lb n="5" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold<lb n="6"/>your selfe.<lb n="7"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>Long liue the King.<lb n="8"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>
<hi rend="italic">Barnardo</hi>?<lb n="9"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>He.<lb n="10"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>You come most carefully vpon your houre.<lb n="11" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>'Tis now strook twelue, get thee to bed <hi rend="italic">Francisco.</hi>
<lb n="12" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>For this releefe much thankes: 'Tis bitter cold,<lb n="13"/>And I am sicke at heart.<lb n="14"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>Haue you had quiet Guard?<lb n="15"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>Not a Mouse stirring.<lb n="16" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>Well, goodnight. If you do meet <hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi> and<lb n="17" rend="rj"/>
<hi rend="italic">Marcellus,</hi> the Riuals of my Watch, bid them make <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>.<lb n="18"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Horatio and Marcellus.</stage>
<lb n="19"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>I thinke I heare them. Stand: who's there?<lb n="20"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Friends to this ground.<lb n="21"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>And Leige-men to the Dane.<lb n="22"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fran.</speaker>
<ab>Giue you good night.<lb n="23" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>O farwel honest Soldier, who hath relieu'd you?<lb n="24"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Fra.</speaker>
<ab>
<hi rend="italic">Barnardo</hi> ha's my place: giue you goodnight.<lb n="25"/>
<stage rend="italic">Exit Fran.</stage>
<lb n="26"/>
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</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Holla <hi rend="italic">Barnardo.</hi>
<lb n="27"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>Say, what is <hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi> there?<lb n="28"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>A peece of him.<lb n="29"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>Welcome <hi rend="italic">Horatio,</hi> welcome good <hi rend="italic">Marcellus.</hi>
<lb n="30" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to night.<lb n="31"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>I haue seene nothing.<lb n="32"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>
<hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi> saies, 'tis but our Fantasie,<lb n="33"/>And will not let beleefe take hold of him<lb n="34"/>Touching this dreaded sight, twice seene of vs,<lb n="35"/>Therefore I haue intreated him along<lb n="36"/>With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night,<lb n="37"/>That if againe this Apparition come,<lb n="38"/>He may approue our eyes, and speake to it.<lb n="39"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Tush, tush, 'twill not appeare.<lb n="40"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
<ab>Sit downe a-while,<lb n="41"/>And let vs once againe assaile your eares,<lb n="42"/>That are so fortified against our Story,<lb n="43"/>What we two Nights haue seene.<lb n="44"/>
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</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Well, sit we downe,<lb n="45"/>And let vs heare <hi rend="italic">Barnardo</hi> speake of this.<lb n="46"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>Last night of all,<lb n="47" rend="rj"/>When yond same Starre that's Westward from the Pole<lb n="48"/>Had made his course t' illume that part of Heauen<lb n="49"/>Where now it burnes, <hi rend="italic">Marcellus</hi> and my selfe,<lb n="50"/>The Bell then beating one.<lb n="51"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Peace, breake thee <seg type="homograph">of</seg>: <stage rend="italic">Enter the Ghost.</stage>
<lb n="52"/>Looke where it comes againe.<lb n="53"/>
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</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>In the same figure, like the King that's dead.<lb n="54"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Thou art a Scholler; speake to it <hi rend="italic">Horatio.</hi>
<lb n="55"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>Lookes it not like the King? Marke it <hi rend="italic">Horatio.</hi>
<lb n="56" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hora.</speaker>
<ab>Most like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder<lb n="57"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>It would be spoke <seg type="homograph">too</seg>.<lb n="58"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Question it <hi rend="italic">Horatio.</hi>
<lb n="59"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>What art thou that vsurp'st this time of night,<lb n="60"/>Together with that Faire and Warlike forme<lb n="61"/>In which the Maiesty of buried Denmarke<lb n="62" rend="rj"/>Did sometimes march: By Heauen I charge thee speake.<lb n="63"/>
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</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>It is offended.<lb n="64"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>See, it stalkes away.<lb n="65"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Stay: speake; speake: I Charge thee, speake.<lb n="66"/>
<stage rend="italic">Exit the Ghost.</stage>
<lb n="67"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>'Tis gone, and will not answer.<lb n="68" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>How now <hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>? You tremble & look pale:<lb n="69"/>Is not this something more then Fantasie?<lb n="70"/>What thinke you on't?<lb n="71"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Before my God, I might not this beleeue<lb n="72"/>Without the sensible and true auouch<lb n="73"/>Of mine owne eyes.<lb n="74"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Is it not like the King?<lb n="75"/>
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<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>As thou art to thy selfe,<lb n="76"/>Such was the very Armour he had on,<lb n="77"/>When th' Ambitious Norwey combatted:<lb n="78"/>So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle<lb n="79"/>He smot the sledded Pollax on the Ice.<lb n="80"/>'Tis strange.<lb n="81"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Thus twice before, and iust at this dead houre,<lb n="82"/>With Martiall stalke, hath he gone by our Watch.<lb n="83" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>In what particular thought to work, I know not:<lb n="84"/>But in the grosse and scope of my Opinion,<lb n="85"/>This boades some strange erruption to our State.<lb n="86" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Good now sit downe, & tell me he that knowes<lb n="87"/>Why this same strict and most obseruant Watch,<lb n="88"/>So nightly toyles the subiect of the Land,<lb n="89"/>And why such dayly Cast of Brazon Cannon<lb n="90"/>And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre:<lb n="91"/>Why such impresse of Ship-wrights, whose sore Taske<lb n="92"/>Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke,<lb n="93"/>What might be toward, that this sweaty <seg type="homograph">hast</seg>
<lb n="94"/>Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day:<lb n="95"/>Who is't that can informe me?<lb n="96"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>That can I,
<pb n="nn5"/>
<lb n="97"/>At least the whisper goes so: Our last King,<lb n="98"/>Whose Image euen but now appear'd to vs,<lb n="99"/>Was (as you know) by <hi rend="italic">Fortinbras</hi> of Norway,<lb n="100"/>(Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate Pride)<lb n="101"/>Dar'd to the Combate. In which, our Valiant <hi rend="italic">Hamlet,</hi>
<lb n="102"/>(For so this side of our knowne world esteem'd him)<lb n="103"/>Did slay this <hi rend="italic">Fortinbras:</hi> who by a Seal'd Compact,<lb n="104"/>Well ratified by Law, and Heraldrie,<lb n="105"/>Did forfeite (with his life) all those his Lands<lb n="106"/>Which he stood seiz'd on, to the Conqueror:<lb n="107"/>Against the which, a Moity competent<lb n="108"/>Was gaged by our King: which had return'd<lb n="109"/>To the Inheritance of <hi rend="italic">Fortinbras,</hi>
<lb n="110"/>Had he bin Vanquisher, as by the same Cou'nant<lb n="111"/>And carriage of the Article designe,<lb n="112"/>His fell to <hi rend="italic">Hamlet.</hi> Now sir, young <hi rend="italic">Fortinbras,</hi>
<lb n="113"/>Of vnimproued Mettle, hot and full,<lb n="114"/>Hath in the skirts of Norway, heere and there,<lb n="115"/>Shark'd vp a List of Landlesse Resolutes,<lb n="116"/>For Foode and Diet, to some Enterprize<lb n="117"/>That hath a stomacke in't: which is no other<lb n="118"/>(And it doth well appeare vnto our State)<lb n="119"/>But to recouer of vs by strong hand<lb n="120"/>And termes Compulsatiue, those foresaid Lands<lb n="121"/>So by his Father lost: and this (I take it)<lb n="122"/>Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations,<lb n="123"/>The Sourse of this our Watch, and the cheefe head<lb n="124"/>Of this post-hast, and Romage in the Land.<lb n="125"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Ghost againe.</stage>
<lb n="126"/>But soft, behold: Loe, where it comes againe:<lb n="127"/>Ile crosse it, though it blast me. Stay Illusion:<lb n="128"/>If thou hast any sound, or vse of Voyce,<lb n="129"/>Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done,<lb n="130" rend="rj"/>That may to thee do ease, and grace to me; speak to me.<lb n="131"/>If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate<lb n="132"/>(Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh speake.<lb n="133"/>Or, if thou hast vp-hoorded in thy life<lb n="134"/>Extorted Treasure in the wombe of Earth,<lb n="135"/>(For which, they say, you Spirits oft walke in death)<lb n="136"/>Speake of it. Stay, and speake. Stop it <hi rend="italic">Marcellus.</hi>
<lb n="137"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Shall I strike at it with my Partizan?<lb n="138"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Do, if it will not stand.<lb n="139"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>'Tis heere.<lb n="140"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>'Tis heere.<lb n="141"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>'Tis gone. <stage rend="italic">Exit Ghost.</stage>
<lb n="142"/>We do it wrong, being so Maiesticall<lb n="143"/>To offer it the shew of Violence,<lb n="144"/>For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable,<lb n="145"/>And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery.<lb n="146" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Barn.</speaker>
<ab>It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew.<lb n="147"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>And then it started, like a guilty thing<lb n="148"/>Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,<lb n="149"/>The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day,<lb n="150"/>Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding Throate<lb n="151"/>Awake the God of Day: and at his warning,<lb n="152"/>Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,<lb n="153"/>Th' extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes<lb n="154"/>To his Confine. And of the truth heerein,<lb n="155"/>This present Obiect made probation.<lb n="156"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.<lb n="157"/>Some sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes<lb n="158"/>Wherein our Sauiours Birch is celebrated,<lb n="159"/>The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:<lb n="160"/>And then (they say) no Spirit can walke abroad,<lb n="161"/>The nights are wholsome, then no Planets strike,<lb n="162"/>No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath power to Charme:<lb n="163"/>So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.<lb n="164"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>So haue I heard, and do in part beleeue it.<lb n="165"/>But looke, the Morne in Russet mantle clad,<lb n="166"/>Walkes o're the dew of yon high Easterne Hill,<lb n="167"/>Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice<lb n="168"/>Let vs impart what we haue seene to night<lb n="169"/>Vnto yong <hi rend="italic">Hamlet.</hi> For vpon my life,<lb n="170"/>This Spirit dumbe to vs, will speake to him:<lb n="171"/>Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,<lb n="172"/>As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty?<lb n="173"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>Let do't I pray, and I this morning know<lb n="174"/>Where we shall finde him most conueniently. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt</stage>
<lb n="175"/>
</ab>
</sp>
</div>
<div>
<head rend="italic">Scena Secunda.</head>
<lb n="176"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Claudius King of Denmarke, Gertrude the Queene,<lb n="177"/>Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and his Sister O-<lb type="inWord" n="178"/>phelia, Lords Attendant.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>Though yet of <hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi> our deere Brothers death<lb n="180"/>The memory be greene: and that it vs befitted<lb n="181" rend="rj"/>To beare our hearts in greefe, and our whole Kingdome<lb n="182"/>To be contracted in one brow of woe:<lb n="183"/>Yet so farre hath Discretion fought with Nature,<lb n="184"/>That we with wisest sorrow thinke on him,<lb n="185"/>Together with remembrance of our selues.<lb n="186"/>Therefore our sometimes Sister, now our Queene,<lb n="187"/>Th' imperiall Ioyntresse of this warlike State,<lb n="188"/>Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,<lb n="189"/>With one Auspicious, and one Dropping eye,<lb n="190"/>With mirth in Funerall, and with Dirge in Marriage,<lb n="191"/>In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole<lb n="192"/>Taken to Wife; nor haue we heerein barr'd<lb n="193"/>Your better Wisedomes, which haue freely gone<lb n="194"/>With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.<lb n="195"/>Now followes, that you know young <hi rend="italic">Fortinbras,</hi>
<lb n="196"/>Holding a weake supposall of our worth;<lb n="197"/>Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death,<lb n="198"/>Our State to be disioynt, and out of Frame,<lb n="199"/>Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage;<lb n="200"/>He hath not fayl'd to pester vs with Message,<lb n="201"/>Importing the surrender of those Lands<lb n="202"/>Lost by his Father: with all Bonds of Law<lb n="203"/>To our most valiant Brother. So much for him.<lb n="204"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Voltemand and Cornelius.</stage>
<lb n="205"/>Now for our selfe, and for this time of meeting<lb n="206"/>Thus much the businesse is. We haue heere writ<lb n="207"/>To Norway, Vncle of young <hi rend="italic">Fortinbras,</hi>
<lb n="208"/>Who Impotent and Bedrid, scarsely heares<lb n="209"/>Of this his Nephewes purpose, to suppresse<lb n="210"/>His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,<lb n="211"/>The Lists, and full proportions are all made<lb n="212"/>Out of his subiect: and we heere dispatch<lb n="213"/>You good <hi rend="italic">Cornelius,</hi> and you <hi rend="italic">Voltemand,</hi>
<lb n="214"/>For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,<lb n="215"/>Giuing to you no further personall power<lb n="216"/>To businesse with the King, more then the scope<lb n="217"/>Of these dilated Articles allow:<lb n="218"/>Farewell, and let your <seg type="homograph">hast</seg> commend your duty.<lb n="219"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Volt.</speaker>
<ab>In that, and all things, will we shew our duty.<lb n="220"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.<lb n="221"/>
<stage rend="italic">Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.</stage>
<lb n="222"/>And now <hi rend="italic">Laertes,</hi> what's the newes with you?
<pb n="nn5v"/>
<lb n="223"/>You told vs of some suite. What is't <hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>?<lb n="224"/>You cannot speake of Reason to the Dane,<lb n="225" rend="rj"/>And loose your voyce. What would'st thou beg <hi rend="italic">Laertes,</hi>
<lb n="226"/>That shall not be my Offer, not thy Asking?<lb n="227"/>The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,<lb n="228"/>The Hand more instrumentall to the Mouth,<lb n="229"/>Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.<lb n="230"/>What would'st thou haue <hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>?<lb n="231"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>Dread my Lord,<lb n="232"/>Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,<lb n="233"/>From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke<lb n="234"/>To shew my duty in your Coronation,<lb n="235"/>Yet now I must confesse, that duty done,<lb n="236" rend="rj"/>My thoughts and wishes bend againe towards France,<lb n="237"/>And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.<lb n="238"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>Haue you your Fathers leaue?<lb n="239"/>What sayes <hi rend="italic">Pollonius</hi>?<lb n="240"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Pol.</speaker>
<ab>He hath my Lord:<lb n="241"/>I do beseech you giue him leaue to go.<lb n="242"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>Take thy faire houre <hi rend="italic">Laertes,</hi> time be thine,<lb n="243"/>And thy best graces spend it at thy <seg type="homograph">will</seg>:<lb n="244"/>But now my Cosin <hi rend="italic">Hamlet,</hi> and my Sonne?<lb n="245"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>A little more then kin, and lesse then kinde.<lb n="246"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>How is it that the Clouds still hang on you?<lb n="247"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Not so my Lord, I am too much i'th' Sun.<lb n="248"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<ab>Good <hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi> cast thy nightly colour off,<lb n="249"/>And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.<lb n="250"/>Do not for euer with thy veyled lids<lb n="251"/>Seeke for thy Noble Father in the dust;<lb n="252"/>Thou know'st 'tis common, all that liues must dye,<lb n="253"/>Passing through Nature, to Eternity.<lb n="254"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>
<seg type="homograph">I</seg> Madam, it is common.<lb n="255"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<ab>If it be;<lb n="256"/>Why seemes it so particular with thee.<lb n="257" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Seemes Madam? Nay, it is: I know not Seemes:<lb n="258"/>'Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother)<lb n="259"/>Nor Customary suites of solemne Blacke,<lb n="260"/>Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath,<lb n="261"/>No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,<lb n="262"/>Nor the deiected hauiour of the Visage,<lb n="263"/>Together with all Formes, Moods, shewes of Griefe,<lb n="264"/>That can denote me truly. These indeed Seeme,<lb n="265"/>For they are actions that a man might play:<lb n="266"/>But I haue that Within, which passeth show;<lb n="267"/>These, but the Trappings, and the Suites of woe.<lb n="268"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>'Tis sweet and commendable<lb n="269"/>In your Nature <hi rend="italic">Hamlet,</hi>
<lb n="270"/>To giue these mourning duties to your Father:<lb n="271"/>But you must know, your Father lost a Father,<lb n="272"/>That Father lost, lost his, and the Suruiuer bound<lb n="273"/>In filiall Obligation, for some terme<lb n="274"/>To do obsequious Sorrow. But to perseuer<lb n="275"/>In obstinate Condolement, is a course<lb n="276"/>Of impious stubbornnesse. 'Tis vnmanly greefe,<lb n="277"/>It shewes a <seg type="homograph">will</seg> most incorrect to Heauen,<lb n="278"/>A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient,<lb n="279"/>An Vnderstanding simple, and vnschool'd:<lb n="280"/>For, what we know must be, and is as common<lb n="281"/>As any the most vulgar thing to sence,<lb n="282"/>Why should we in our peeuish Opposition<lb n="283"/>Take it to heart? Fye, 'tis a fault to Heauen,<lb n="284"/>A fault against the Dead, a fault to Nature,<lb n="285"/>To Reason most absurd, whose common Theame<lb n="286"/>Is death of Fathers, and who still hath cried,<lb n="287"/>From the first Coarse, till he that dyed to day,<lb n="288"/>This must be so. We pray you throw to earth<lb n="289"/>This vnpreuayling woe, and thinke of vs<lb n="290"/>As of a Father; For let the world take note,<lb n="291"/>You are the most immediate to our Throne,<lb n="292"/>And with no lesse Nobility of Loue,<lb n="293"/>Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne,<lb n="294"/>Do I impart towards you. For your intent<lb n="295"/>In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,<lb n="296"/>It is most retrograde to our desire:<lb n="297"/>And we beseech you, bend you to remaine<lb n="298"/>Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye,<lb n="299"/>Our cheefest Courtier Cosin, and our Sonne.<lb n="300"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<ab>Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers <hi rend="italic">Hamlet:</hi>
<lb n="301"/>I prythee stay with vs, go not to Wittenberg.<lb n="302"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>I shall in all my best<lb n="303"/>Obey you Madam.<lb n="304"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<ab>Why 'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,<lb n="305"/>Be as our selfe in Denmarke. Madam come,<lb n="306"/>This gentle and vnforc'd accord of <hi rend="italic">Hamlet</hi>
<lb n="307"/>Sits smiling to my heart; in grace whereof,<lb n="308"/>No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day,<lb n="309"/>But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell,<lb n="310"/>And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens shall bruite againe,<lb n="311"/>Respeaking earthly Thunder. Come away. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt</stage>
<lb n="312"/>
<stage rend="italic">Manet Hamlet.</stage>
<lb n="313"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Oh that this too too solid Flesh, would melt,<lb n="314"/>Thaw, and resolue it selfe into a Dew:<lb n="315"/>Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt<lb n="316"/>His Cannon 'gainst Selfe-slaughter. O God, O God!<lb n="317"/>How weary, stale, flat, and vnprofitable<lb n="318"/>Seemes to me all the vses of this world?<lb n="319"/>Fie on't? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden<lb n="320" rend="rj"/>That growes to Seed: Things rank, and grosse in Nature<lb n="321"/>Possesse it meerely. That it should come to this:<lb n="322"/>But two months dead: Nay, not so much; not two,<lb n="323"/>So excellent a King, that was to this<lb n="324"/>
<hi rend="italic">Hiperion</hi> to a Satyre: so louing to my Mother,<lb n="325"/>That he might not beteene the windes of heauen<lb n="326"/>Visit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth<lb n="327"/>Must I remember: why she would hang on him,<lb n="328"/>As if encrease of Appetite had growne<lb n="329"/>By what is fed on; and yet within a month?<lb n="330"/>Let me not thinke on't: Frailty, thy name is woman.<lb n="331"/>A little Month, or ere those shooes were old,<lb n="332"/>With which she followed my poore Fathers body<lb n="333"/>Like <hi rend="italic">Niobe,</hi> all teares. Why she, euen she.<lb n="334"/>(O Heauen! A beast that wants discourse of Reason<lb n="335" rend="rj"/>Would haue mourn'd longer) married with mine Vnkle,<lb n="336"/>My Fathers Brother: but no more like my Father,<lb n="337"/>Then I to <hi rend="italic">Hercules.</hi> Within a Moneth?<lb n="338"/>Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares<lb n="339"/>Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes,<lb n="340"/>She married. O most wicked speed, to post<lb n="341"/>With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets:<lb n="342"/>It is not, nor it cannot come to good.<lb n="343"/>But breake my heart, for I must hold my tongue.<lb n="344"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Horatio, Barnardo, and Marcellus.</stage>
<lb n="345"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Haile to your Lordship.<lb n="346"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>I am glad to see you well:<lb n="347"/>
<hi rend="italic">Horatio,</hi> or I do forget my selfe.<lb n="348"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>The same my Lord,<lb n="349"/>And your poore Seruant euer.<lb n="350"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Sir my good friend,<lb n="351"/>Ile change that name with you:<lb n="352"/>And what make you from Wittenberg <hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>?
<pb n="nn6"/>
<milestone unit="compo" n="I"/>
<lb n="353"/>
<hi rend="italic">Marcellus.</hi>
<lb n="354"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>My good Lord.<lb n="355"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>I am very glad to see you: good euen Sir.<lb n="356"/>But what in faith make you from <hi rend="italic">Wittemberge</hi>?<lb n="357"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>A truant disposition, good my Lord.<lb n="358"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>I would not haue your Enemy say so;<lb n="359"/>Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence,<lb n="360"/>To make it truster of your owne report<lb n="361"/>Against your selfe. I know you are no Truant:<lb n="362"/>But what is your affaire in <hi rend="italic">Elsenour</hi>?<lb n="363"/>Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart.<lb n="364"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord, I came to see your Fathers Funerall.<lb n="365" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)<lb n="366"/>I thinke it was to see my Mothers Wedding.<lb n="367"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon.<lb n="368" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Thrift thrift <hi rend="italic">Horatio:</hi> the Funerall Bakt-meats<lb n="369"/>Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables;<lb n="370"/>Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen,<lb n="371"/>Ere I had euer seene that day <hi rend="italic">Horatio.</hi>
<lb n="372"/>My father, me thinkes I see my father.<lb n="373"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Oh where my Lord?<lb n="374"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>In my minds eye (<hi rend="italic">Horatio</hi>)<lb n="375"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>I saw him once; he was a goodly King.<lb n="376"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>He was a man, take him for all in all:<lb n="377"/>I shall not look vpon his like againe.<lb n="378"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord, I thinke I saw him yesternight.<lb n="379"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Saw? Who?<lb n="380"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord, the King your Father.<lb n="381"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>The King my Father?<lb n="382"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Season your admiration for <seg type="homograph">a</seg> while<lb n="383"/>With an attent eare; till I may deliuer<lb n="384"/>Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen,<lb n="385"/>This maruell to you.<lb n="386"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>For Heauens loue let me heare.<lb n="387"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Two nights together, had these Gentlemen<lb n="388"/>(<hi rend="italic">Marcellus</hi> and <hi rend="italic">Barnardo</hi>) on their Watch<lb n="389"/>In the dead <seg type="homograph">wast</seg> and middle of the night<lb n="390"/>Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,<lb n="391"/>Arm'd at all points exactly, <hi rend="italic">Cap <seg type="homograph">a</seg> Pe,</hi>
<lb n="392"/>Appeares before them, and with sollemne march<lb n="393"/>Goes slow and stately: By them thrice he walkt,<lb n="394"/>By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes,<lb n="395"/>Within his Truncheons length; whilst they bestil'd<lb n="396"/>Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare,<lb n="397"/>Stand dumbe and speake not to him. This to me<lb n="398"/>In dreadfull secrecie impart they did,<lb n="399"/>And I with them the third Night kept the Watch,<lb n="400"/>Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time,<lb n="401"/>Forme of the thing; each word made true and good,<lb n="402"/>The Apparition comes. I knew your Father:<lb n="403"/>These hands are not more like.<lb n="404"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>But where was this?<lb n="405" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Mar.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht.<lb n="406"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Did you not speake to it?<lb n="407"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord, I did;<lb n="408"/>But answere made it none: yet once me thought<lb n="409"/>It lifted vp <seg type="homograph">it</seg> head, and did addresse<lb n="410"/>It selfe to motion, like as it would speake:<lb n="411"/>But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd;<lb n="412"/>And at the sound it shrunke in <seg type="homograph">hast</seg> away,<lb n="413"/>And vanisht from our sight.<lb n="414"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Tis very strange.<lb n="415"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis true;<lb n="416"/>And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty<lb n="417"/>To let you know of it.<lb n="418"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Indeed, indeed Sirs; but this troubles me.<lb n="419"/>Hold you the watch to Night?<lb n="420"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<ab>We doe my Lord.<lb n="421"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Arm'd, say you?<lb n="422"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<ab>Arm'd, my Lord.<lb n="423"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>From top to toe?<lb n="424"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord, from head to foote.<lb n="425"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Then saw you not his face?<lb n="426"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp.<lb n="427"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>What, lookt he frowningly?<lb n="428"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>A countenance more in sorrow then in anger.<lb n="429"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Pale, or red?<lb n="430"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Nay very pale.<lb n="431"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>And fixt his eyes vpon you?<lb n="432"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Most constantly.<lb n="433"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>I would I had beene there.<lb n="434"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>It would haue much amaz'd you.<lb n="435"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Very like, very like: staid it long?<lb n="436" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>While one with moderate <seg type="homograph">hast</seg> might tell a hun<seg type="hyphenatedCarryOver">dred.</seg>
<lb n="437"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<ab>Longer, longer.<lb n="438"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>Not when I saw't.<lb n="439"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>His Beard was grisly? no.<lb n="440"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>It was, as I haue seene it in his life,<lb n="441"/>A Sable Siluer'd.<lb n="442" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Ile watch to Night; perchance 'twill wake a<seg type="hyphenatedCarryOver">gaine</seg>.<lb n="443"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Hor.</speaker>
<ab>I warrant you it will.<lb n="444"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>If it assume my noble Fathers person,<lb n="445"/>Ile speake to it, though <seg type="homograph">Hell</seg> it selfe should gape<lb n="446"/>And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,<lb n="447"/>If you haue hitherto conceald this sight;<lb n="448"/>Let it bee treble in your silence still:<lb n="449"/>And whatsoeuer els shall hap to night,<lb n="450"/>Giue it an vnderstanding but no tongue;<lb n="451"/>I will requite your loues; so fare ye well:<lb n="452"/>Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue,<lb n="453"/>Ile visit you.<lb n="454"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
<ab>Our duty to your Honour. <stage rend="italic">Exeunt.</stage>
<lb n="455"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ham.</speaker>
<ab>Your loue, as mine to you: farewell.<lb n="456"/>My Fathers Spirit in Armes? All is not well:<lb n="457" rend="rj"/>I doubt some foule play: would the Night were come;<lb n="458"/>Till then sit still my soule; foule deeds will rise,<lb n="459" rend="rj"/>Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies. <stage rend="italic">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="460"/>
</ab>
</sp>
</div>
<div>
<head rend="italic">Scena Tertia.</head>
<lb n="461"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Laertes and Ophelia.</stage>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>My necessaries are imbark't; Farewell:<lb n="463"/>And Sister, as the Winds giue Benefit,<lb n="464"/>And Conuoy is assistant; doe not sleepe,<lb n="465"/>But let me heare from you.<lb n="466"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophel.</speaker>
<ab>Doe you doubt that?<lb n="467"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>For <hi rend="italic">Hamlet,</hi> and the trifling of his fauours,<lb n="468"/>Hold it a fashion and a toy in Bloude;<lb n="469"/>A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature;<lb n="470"/>Froward, not permanent; sweet not lasting<lb n="471"/>The suppliance of a minute? No more.<lb n="472"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophel.</speaker>
<ab>No more but so.<lb n="473"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>Thinke it no more:<lb n="474"/>For nature cressant does not grow alone,<lb n="475"/>In thewes and Bulke: but as his Temple waxes,<lb n="476"/>The inward seruice of the Minde and Soule<lb n="477"/>Growes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,<lb n="478"/>And now no soyle nor cautell doth besmerch<lb n="479"/>The vertue of his feare: but you must feare
<pb n="nn6v"/>
<lb n="480"/>His greatnesse weigh'd, his <seg type="homograph">will</seg> is not his owne;<lb n="481"/>For hee himselfe is subiect to his Birth:<lb n="482"/>Hee may not, as vnuallued persons doe,<lb n="483"/>Carue for himselfe; for, on his choyce depends<lb n="484"/>The sanctity and health of the whole State.<lb n="485"/>And therefore must his choyce be circumscrib'd<lb n="486"/>Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,<lb n="487" rend="rj"/>Whereof he is the Head. Then if he sayes he loues you,<lb n="488"/>It fits your wisedome so farre to beleeue it;<lb n="489"/>As he in his peculiar Sect and force<lb n="490"/>May giue his saying deed: which is no further,<lb n="491"/>Then the maine voyce of <hi rend="italic">Denmarke</hi> goes withall.<lb n="492"/>Then weight what losse your Honour may sustaine,<lb n="493"/>If with too credent eare you list his Songs;<lb n="494"/>Or lose your Heart; or your chast Treasure open<lb n="495"/>To his vnmastred importunity.<lb n="496"/>Feare it <hi rend="italic">Ophelia,</hi> feare it my deare Sister,<lb n="497"/>And keepe within the reare of your Affection;<lb n="498"/>Out of the shot and danger of Desire.<lb n="499"/>The chariest Maid is Prodigall enough,<lb n="500"/>If she vnmaske her beauty to the Moone:<lb n="501"/>Vertue it selfe scapes not calumnious stroakes,<lb n="502"/>The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring<lb n="503"/>Too oft before the buttons be disclos'd,<lb n="504"/>And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,<lb n="505"/>Contagious blastments are most imminent.<lb n="506"/>Be wary then, best safety lies in feare;<lb n="507"/>Youth to it selfe rebels, though none else neere.<lb n="508"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>I shall th' effect of this good Lesson keepe,<lb n="509"/>As watchmen to my heart: but good my Brother<lb n="510"/>Doe not as some vngracious Pastors doe,<lb n="511"/>Shew me the steepe and thorny way to Heauen;<lb n="512"/>Whilst like a puft and recklesse Libertine<lb n="513"/>Himselfe, the Primrose path of dalliance treads,<lb n="514"/>And reaks not his owne reade.<lb n="515"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>Oh, feare me not.<lb n="516"/>
<stage rend="italic">Enter Polonius.</stage>
<lb n="517"/>I stay too long; but here my Father comes:<lb n="518"/>A double blessing is a double grace;<lb n="519"/>Occasion smiles vpon a second leaue.<lb n="520" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>Yet heere <hi rend="italic">Laertes</hi>? Aboord, aboord for shame,<lb n="521"/>The winde sits in the shoulder of your saile,<lb n="522"/>And you are staid for there: my blessing with you;<lb n="523"/>And these few Precepts in thy memory,<lb n="524"/>See thou Character. Giue thy thoughts no tongue,<lb n="525"/>Nor any vnproportion'd thoughts his Act:<lb n="526"/>Be thou familiar; but by no meanes vulgar:<lb n="527"/>The friends thou hast, and their adoption tride,<lb n="528"/>Grapple them to thy Soule, with hoopes of Steele:<lb n="529"/>But doe not dull thy palme, with entertainment<lb n="530"/>Of each vnhatch't, vnfledg'd Comrade. Beware<lb n="531"/>Of entrance to a quarrell: but being in<lb n="532"/>Bear't that th' opposed may beware of thee.<lb n="533"/>Giue euery man thine eare; but few thy voyce:<lb n="534"/>Take each mans censure; but reserue thy iudgement:<lb n="535"/>Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy;<lb n="536"/>But not exprest in fancie; rich, not gawdie:<lb n="537"/>For the Apparell oft proclaimes the man.<lb n="538"/>And they in France of the best ranck and station,<lb n="539"/>Are of a most select and generous cheff in that.<lb n="540"/>Neither a borrower, nor a lender be;<lb n="541"/>For lone oft loses both it selfe and friend:<lb n="542"/>And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry.<lb n="543"/>This aboue all; to thine owne selfe be true:<lb n="544"/>And it must follow, as the Night the Day,<lb n="545"/>Thou canst not then be false to any man.<lb n="546"/>Farewell: my Blessing season this in thee.<lb n="547"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>Most humbly doe I take my leaue, my Lord.<lb n="548" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>The time inuites you, goe, your seruants tend.<lb n="549"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>Farewell <hi rend="italic">Ophelia,</hi> and remember well<lb n="550"/>What I haue said to you.<lb n="551"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>Tis in my memory lockt,<lb n="552"/>And you your selfe shall keepe the key of it.<lb n="553"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Laer.</speaker>
<ab>Farewell. <stage rend="italic">Exit Laer.</stage>
<lb n="554"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>What ist <hi rend="italic">Ophelia</hi> he hath said to you?<lb n="555" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>So please you, somthing touching the L[ord]. <hi rend="italic">Hamlet.</hi>
<lb n="556"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>Marry, well bethought:<lb n="557"/>Tis told me he hath very oft of late<lb n="558"/>Giuen priuate time to you; and you your selfe<lb n="559"/>Haue of your audience beene most free and bounteous.<lb n="560"/>If it be so, as so tis put on me;<lb n="561"/>And that in way of caution: I must tell you,<lb n="562"/>You doe not vnderstand your selfe so cleerely,<lb n="563"/>As it behoues my Daughter, and your Honour.<lb n="564"/>What is betweene you, giue me vp the truth?<lb n="565"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>He hath my Lord of late, made many tenders<lb n="566"/>Of his affection to me.<lb n="567" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>Affection, puh. You speake like a greene Girle,<lb n="568"/>Vnsifted in such perillous Circumstance.<lb n="569"/>Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?<lb n="570" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>I do not know, my Lord, what I should thinke.<lb n="571" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>Marry Ile teach you; thinke your selfe a Baby,<lb n="572"/>That you haue tane his tenders for true pay,<lb n="573" rend="rj"/>Which are not starling. Tender your selfe more dearly;<lb n="574"/>Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrase,<lb n="575"/>Roaming it thus, you'l tender me a foole.<lb n="576"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>My Lord, he hath importun'd me with loue,<lb n="577"/>In honourable fashion.<lb n="578"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Polon.</speaker>
<ab>
<seg type="homograph">I</seg>, fashion you may call it, go <seg type="homograph">too</seg>, go <seg type="homograph">too</seg>.<lb n="579"/>
</ab>
</sp>
<sp>
<speaker rend="italic">Ophe.</speaker>
<ab>And hath giuen countenance to his speech,<lb n="580"/>My Lord, with all the vowes of Heauen.<lb n="581" rend="rj"/>
</ab>
</sp>